The men were dressed causally and moved on with their duty of lifting tons of packaged milk into the large van discreetly. Stephen watched the men, memorizing Ray’s plans for the package. The company’s van would carry the milk cartons stuffed with hard drugs and illegal money safely to the seaport by night. A speedboat would be waiting at the shore to convey it to its next destination until it was at the reach of Raash who was waiting eagerly in Bangladesh. But the exchange was not going to happen.His stomach churned in excitement. Today was the day he and Barbara had planned for.He walked steadily towards the van and slapped the door. “Be quick,” he instructed the men. They nodded and increased pace. Stephen stared at the boxes with a stifled smile.“You know what to do?” he spoke with the driver.The driver, Sam, a man in his late forties, stared at the open sky. “If it doesn’t rain, we’ll be crossing the ocean earlier than Wednesday morning.”Stephen nodded.Sam drove the van and
Kate stood behind Denzel and rubbed his shoulder. They exchanged knowing glances and smiled. “Mind if I disturb the match?”Denzel glanced at the television screen. “Football game comes second to you, babe.”Kate moved to sit on his lap.“At this rate, we might make babies soon.”Kate smiled. “No babies, babe.”“Yes, mummy. No babies.”They kissed. Denzel rubbed her breasts and noticed they had increased in size. “You’re damn sexy, babe. You know it?”“Uh-huh?”“Uh-huh.” They kissed again. Denzel squeezed her breast underneath the light gown she wore. Kate smiled and they continued to kiss. He pulled down the left arm of her gown and kissed her exposed shoulder. “You’re damn gorgeous. I love you, Kate.”“I love you, Denzel Hobbs.”He took out her breast and fondled it. Kate moaned.“You like it?”“Yeah.”She tilted toward him and they kissed. This time, their tongues twirled together in a passionate dance. Denzel ducked down and attacked her left breast with his mouth. Kate sighed and
Kate stepped into the scene in time to see Stan throwing a punch on Denzel’s cheek and Denzel taking three steps backwards. Kate rushed to the scene and buoyed Denzel. Stan’s hand was still tightened to a fist and the angry glare had not left his face. He took a step forward and Kate intervened by stepping between the two men. “What’s wrong with you, Stan?!” Stan ignored her and dared towards Denzel. Denzel who had regained his composure, steadied for a duel. He shoved Kate aside gently and from his vantage point, he got Stan unawares. A blow of equal strength landed on Stan’s face. Stan wasted no time nursing his pain. He threw himself towards Denzel and both landed on the ground. It was enough advantage for Stan and he used it maximally. Denzel couldn’t escape any of his harmful blows. Kate was lost for what to do. She knew it was futile trying to stop the men from dueling and Stan was punching dangerous blows to Denzel. Denzel was barely retaliating. It wasn’t time to ponder on w
“Who the fuck are you?” Denzel asked.“Who I am is not your concern, Denzel Hobbs. I am a man who wants to bring Raymond Dantley down and I can do it without your help.”Kate sat beside Denzel and listened quietly as the conversation continued.“What do you have on Ray?”“Proof of illegal businesses run by Raymond Dantley.”Denzel readjusted in his seat and cast a quick glance at Kate.“I’ll be a witness to testify against the incriminating acts of Raymond Dantley. I’ll get a sentence too…but my goal is to see him rot behind bars.”“Let’s meet tomorrow. We’ll discuss it properly.”The following day, they met at a café downtown. After a cup of coffee, Denzel walked him to his car and the two got in. McNeil had been briefed about the situation the previous night, so when he met Stephen, he composed himself properly, and they chatted in his library.“What do you have?” McNeil asked.Stephen took out a file from the bag he had clutched to his chest all day and spread some bundles of paper
Eva Simpson watched Denzel when he drove into his compound a few minutes ago. Denzel was back to New York, but Kate had come with him. She stared ahead to the top window of the building. It was Denzel’s bedroom and she knew he was fucking Kate.That dirty maid! She screamed in her head.She pushed her head to the chair of the car and listened to Daniel’s voicemail again. She sighed when the recording ended and pushed the phone aside.Daniel was good enough for her. It was Denzel she wanted and all she needed to do was take the dirty maid out of the way- out of his life!.“He’s fucking her,” she mumbled angrily. “Fucking that dirty, fucking maid.”She pulled off her blouse. “What has she got? Some gold-plated tits?!”She pushed off her skirt and pulled down her pant. Her body longed for touch. The touch from a real man. The real man-Denzel, and while it tarried, she would please herself. The sight and thought of Denzel had made her wet. She stroked her clit until it gave her the pleasu
Kate woke with a slight headache. The warm weather had hastily metamorphosed into a cold night. She pulled the duvet over her naked body and shuddered. When the cold didn’t leave her after a few minutes, she realized it was an internal cold. Pulling herself from the bed she shared with her lover, she eased into the closet, and took some painkillers. For a few seconds, she stared at her form in the mirror, noticing the slight changes in her physique and skin tone.It’s time for some exercises, she cautioned herself.In the past, she could sprint for kilometers- she knew it would be a miracle if she could go a kilometer. She moved out of the space and walked into the bedroom. Denzel slept still like a log of wood. The first night she laid beside him, she had thought he was dead. Not until she placed her finger underneath his nostrils and felt the warmth breath that usually turned her on.Kate didn’t feel like sleeping and the cold hadn’t left her yet. She wrapped a coat over her body
The array of small cubicles that fitted into the long corridor was occupied with every kind of medical emergency. Humans with stethoscopes dangling around their neck, carts tightly under their grips, or surgical equipment close to their gaze overlooked the helpless humans stuck on beds with hard mattresses and dull bedsheets. In one of these cubicles, Collins stood, with his ward coat carelessly worn over his body, and exchanged glances from the report in his hand to the lady lying on the bed.It was his second time in the room and he wanted to be the one to break the news to her. More importantly, he wanted to do so before Denzel came.He sighed, considered leaving the room, and sat down instead. His shift was over and he was just a regular visitor. He watched her for the umpteenth time and wondered if he was doing the right thing by sitting by her bedside. He glanced through the report again.Kate stirred from her unconscious state with the feeling of heaviness in her head. Her body
Kate ignored the question and continued with the chicken in her hand.“I’m sorry if you don’t want to answer the question.”“I don’t want the baby.” She tossed the remaining chunk of protein, losing her appetite. “I don’t want it,” she repeated.“Have you told Denzel?”Kate grabbed the plastic bottle of water and gulped half of its content. “He wants it…it’s not his fucking choice to make. I’m not even his damned wife.”Her statement was enough to explain what had ensured. They had argued about the baby and Denzel left the hospital.“Have you told him why you don’t want it?”“Firstly, I told him I didn’t want any freaking baby yet. He didn’t have to change my pills. That’s terrible.”Collins grew quiet.“I’m not even his wife yet. I don’t want to have a baby when I’m not married but he seems to be in haste to grant his father’s wishes these days. I’m not ready for that, Collins.”Collins moved closer and took her hands. “It’s only three weeks, Kate. You can get rid of it but … a child