ALEXANDERIt felt like a dream, having her back in my arms. I held her and kissed her. It was the first time, but it felt like the last. The way out passion entangled with one another as her lips found mine back, kissing me back.With my hands cupped around her small face, tasing the soft velvet of her lips and caressing every bit of it with my tongue, every part of it that fuelled me with an insane amount of dopamine, I didn't want this to end. I felt like I was never going to speak to Darlene again.When Frederick called me earlier this morning and informed me that she had slept off at his place, I felt so angry. I felt so bitter. So livid. I felt disrespected and it seemed like everything was suddenly crossing the line and in a nutshell, I had promised myself that since she was making it clear that she had no regrad for me and she was clearly and evidently done, then so was I.But all that made me have an instant change of heart was hearing her say that that was not what she want
DARLENEI had always heard that old saying that insinuates that when you find love, you tend to be happy about everything. And I mean, excessively, unexplainably, and maybe even unnecessarily happy.You wake up and the sun is yellow, it excites you.You notice your flip flops scattered all over the ground, you're excited.You smile and wave at your morning face in the mirror and nothing could possibly make you happier.And most exciting of all, the man you love is right there with you on the bed. You are laying in his arms and that moment, it feels like you should not be anywhere else.I felt that kind of happiness. The insane and unnecessary kind of euphoria.I woke up that morning and I stayed there in his arms, our bodies were cuddling up in a tender position, my head resting on his firm hard chest, as he slept soundly.Or so I thought he was sleeping."Good morning, my love." He spoke to me.His early morning voice was deeper, richer, it was like music to my ears. I wanted to hear
DARLENEI rang the doorbell.Funny how I was sure that Stella was aware that we were here all this while, and for some reason, Alexander and I had been standing here for the past fifteen minutes waiting for somebody to come and get the door for us.I rang the doorbell a second time.And waited.Nobody.Turning to Alexander, I saw a similar look of confusion on his face."Is everything okay?" He asked me, he sounded pretty concerned and I could see why that would have been so."Yeah," I said. I supposed. Stella was being the usual Stella when we saw her at the window, so everything should have been quite alright indeed. "Even though they don't usually take this much time to open up the door.""Call?" He suggested. "Call them maybe?"That was a brilliant idea and I felt dumb for not even thinking of it earlier."Oh, sure." I picked up my phone and the first person on my mind to dial was my mother.But I was not quick enough.A small rusty sounding shake of the door and I knew that someo
DARLENEI stared at Laura with utter disbelief. I could not even bring myself to wrap my head around what she was trying to tell me.She stood there beside my Mum and my Dad, guilt rolling off her as she faced me after her little confession. I wished, oh I wished that she was joking. Or that the interpretation of what was going on in my head was far from what she actually meant.But that seemed to be a delusion for me. Laura was talking about what I thought she was talking about. And that dead scared the life right out of me."I…" I stammered, dumbfounded by Al means. "I don't understand."Mum was too keen on facing my husband."I don't understand," She said to him. "Why are you here now?" She looked at him as though he was a completely different person. "Laura already told us about how our daughter is unhappy with you after you and your father fooled us into giving you her hand in marriage, so why are you here, pretending like you two are fine now?""Mum, we are fine," I tried to lig
DARLENEHe was just waiting in the car.With the way that he had stormed out of the house, my mind had gone haywire, scattering into several thoughts and all of them, may I add, were negative.I hadn't seen him in the car. But I saw that the car was still packed in that exact same spot so I was able to tell that he had not gone away yet. So, I raced towards the car, hoping that I would see him there."Alexander…" I whispered, my voice shaking against my will, as I settled in on the driver's seat inside the car."You had no right, Darlene, you tell about the family business. Do you understand how dangerous that could be for everyone?" He said to me.His voice was stiff and cold and his eyes were step ahead, unmoving. He didn't turn left or right as he spoke, I just sat there staring at his side and that hard firm looking, unpleased side view of him."I only told Laura," I said to him. It sounded stupid, yes I knew, and it was one hell of a dumb excuse that could have gotten him possibl
DARLENEI always liked to think that everything happened for the best.In some way, it made me less affected when things were not going the best way. It gave me that low-key sense of understanding that it was alright, and eventually, everything was going to be fine. Growing up, I always had that thought at the back of my mind. But now as I was grown and having to face one issue to the other, it felt exhausting to keep up that hope. It felt useless too. Like a waste of time. One minute, I was thinking that my life was finally going back on the track of stability and the next, life throws in a 360 for me.I decided to sleep over at my parent's house. I assured Alexander that I would be home by myself in the morning. And I hoped he would listen to me and respect that I didn't want more drama from my parents having to see him here a second time. I knew he was still pissed, but by all means, he was trying to be as calm as he could be. I kinda respected that about him."Good morning,"I was
DARLENEIt's not usual to walk into your marital home and see a strange woman whom you had never seen before, sitting there on the couch with legs crossed and nose in the air, like she is the owner of the house.Oh well. Fuck my life. This woman, I had never seen before, relaxed in my own home like she was the queen of the place. Her jet black hair was rolled up in a bum and all the sharp edges of her face were in full view. With that snotty pout and oblivious pretence to my presence, I could clearly tell that she was a proud one.And she was gorgeous. Stunning, I must say. To the very point that it made me uncomfortable. Everything about her was conventionally attractive: from the beat ponytail to the clea skin and pretty eyes, and down to the elegance she seemed to exude even in her bratty confidence. There was an air of regality that surrounded her as she sat there, comfortably, making sure to be ever so relaxed in a home that was not even hers.My major concern; was she in the w
DARLENEAlexander came home that night and my heart was in my mouth the most of the whole time.I wanted to say something to him. So badly. I wanted to talk about everything, but I had no words to start. Ironically, I had never been one to struggle with words, no matter what. I always knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. Never did I feel what it was like to be 'tongue-tied'.Well, until now.I was in the Master's Bedroom when he walked in. I would have been off to bed by this time, but I could not quite bring myself to sleep the entire night. I just saw this there on the bed and pondered.I thought about Alexander.Right up until he had walked in.He seemed too occupied in his head. Or at least, that was what it looked like. I could not have been a hundred percent sure, but I was certain enough to perhaps bet on it.At one glance, it was clear that he was occupied in his head. He seemed to not even realize that he had gotten here, and I felt that he would have also som