Kate sat on the marble veranda floor of her family's house. She had driven home to pick up some things she needed to be comfortable enough; an excuse she had given her boss, who had taken a liking to her, to allow her to travel home and basked in the memories of loving moments her family home held.
She sat there staring into the nothingness of the suburbs. The smell of hustle, and the bustling energy of her neighborhood. The sight of boys and girls with nothing but dreams on their hands attempting to take on the world, as she had done, she had to take a job since her senior year in high school to support her mum who had quit her job after being diagnosed with cancer. And since that day she came home with a white envelope contains her test result, he life had spiraled down. Kate had grown up sooner than most of her peers ever had to. She knew she had to give life everything she's got because she was already behind, life's odds were instantly stacked against her.<
The busy traffic of Manhattan had made a siege on Eva's car. She was going home from a hectic day after managing to find herself the past few days. She still hasn't recovered from the thought of Denzel picking a housemaid over her.She still remembered that night as vivid as a clear sky. After they had the most explosive sex, Kate had interrupted with a buzz at the door of Denzel's house. And then like a man under the spell of an enchantress, Denzel had left her and ran after Kate almost naked. What is so special about her? she was just a maid or was she more? she thought to herself.Eva still wondered what was so wrong with her that Denzel has not been able to see her, she only wished he could just love her, or maybe even care for her a bit, or pretend to show he did. But what is even more hurtful was the fact that she couldn't forgive herself for loving him so much and letting herself become obsessed with him, he was her first love a
The Police sirens were blaring all over the street intersection. There had been an accident. Denzel had managed to swerve out of the way from a drunk driver that was driving in the wrong lane with the police chasing him down."That was close," Denzel said letting out a loud sigh.The Sedan had pulled up behind him, and Stan had emerged from it walking towards Denzel hurriedly and knocked off his windshield, obviously pissed off."What the hell man, you left me at the bar with Priya, driving to nowhere almost drunk! Are you trying to kill yourself?"That was when Denzel remembered he had actually gone to the bar with Stan in his Mercedes to meet up with Stan's fiancé, Priya, and her friends."Sorry man, I needed to see her," Denzel added."No. What you need is a cold bath and some rest. Move over, let me drive you home".&
"Hello miss Kate, my name is Doctor Dylan. How are you feeling today?""Where am I?"Kate had managed to respond after momentarily scanning her surroundings, noticing a slender looking man with quite a lot of hair on his head, and smiling young women with blue colored clothes trying so hard to keep her calm and relaxed from the confusing scenery of her waking up somewhere that was as unpleasant to her as a hospital."You are in a hospital in downtown Manhattan, you were involved in a shooting earlier today at the restaurant you worked at,”"Sho... Shooting... The shooting of what?" Kate had managed to let out after managing to gather her obviously paralleled thought pattern."What is your name?" Doctor Dylan had inquired. After realizing he had not followed the correct questioning pattern because he had underestimated the impact of the incident on he
Denzel could not hide his joy; his happiness was spilling over onto his face. It's been a long time coming; this was the best news he has had in a long while. After much persuasion, Kate had finally decided to quit her job at the restaurant to come work for him as his maid, or friend or lover. Whatever capacity she wanted to work was fine by him.He hasn't been able to sleep since yesterday night when Kate informed him, she had finally decided to come back to work, and she wanted what he had promised; a fivefold salary increase. That was nothing to Denzel, he could pay her even more if she had asked.Denzel had tossed all night anticipating her return; he was yet to inform Mia that her job had been offered to someone else, that quite didn't want it. Denzel felt guilty, he couldn't bring himself to sack Mia, especially not after she had sucked his cock so well, he had always tried to replay that scene in his head each time he was alone.
Karen had been pacing around the penthouse all day. Denzel had ignored her or was rather cold towards her at the office today."We will talk later in the day," he had told her, after several attempts she had made to intentionally run into him at the office today.Karen had been anxious all day, speculating what might be running through Denzel's mind. She didn't love him, she couldn't bring herself to love someone like Denzel, she needed him to get through college and maintain her newfound luxury lifestyle.She was earning twice of what most permanent staff were earning in Denzel's company as an intern, not to talk about the numerous designer gifts she got, coupled with the countless orgasms he gave to her. She was scared of losing all that if indeed Denzel was planning to get rid of her, she needed him, at least to get through her final year in college.There was a knock at the door, and Karen rushed to the door."Good evening Mr. Denzel," Karen mu
Kate moved to her room, noticing Denzel had still kept her former room. Mia had silently helped her arrange her things.Not a single word was shared between them after the conversation at the door. And Kate worried.She watched her as she lifted her luggage over to the wardrobe. Kate eyed her figure. The perfect shape and curves. She couldn’t swear that Denzel wasn’t fucking her every night. And every day.The thought made her jealous and suddenly self-conscious of her own body.She suddenly noticed that she hadn’t sprayed her body before coming and felt out of place in her own room.Mia, done with her duty, took to the door.“Thank you.” Kate’s words stopped her before the exit. She turned and offered a sardonic smile. “Of course.”She brought her back to the bed, stretching her legs. She was too tired to be concerned about Mia’s attitude.And she was too tense to rest.The house brought nothing but memories of the one-time encounter she had with Denzel. The mere brush of his skin ag
After six bottles, all he could feel was anger. And hatred. No woman denied him. He had all women at the tip of his fingers and they submitted to his every whim. They worshipped his cork, marveled at his art, and wanted more of him. And who was Kate? How dare she make him feel so miserable? A common maid. He could do it. He could treat her as the maid she wanted so badly to be “Kate,” his voice roared in the mansion. Although he was drunk, he still found strength in his voice. When Kate appeared before him, she was still wearing the light polo top and khaki shorts. “Why aren’t you in your uniform?.” Kate raised her voice to explain. “Today is not my – I’m sorry sir.” She bowed her apology. “Pour me,” he said, tilting his glass cup in her direction. Kate moved to the table and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. She counted the empty bottles on the table. “Don’t think I’m doing this because of you,” Denzel said, reading her thoughts. She poured. “Of course.” He took a gulp. “You’re
McNeil didn’t wake up with his usual morning energy. After tossing and turning on the bed for several minutes, he raised himself from the bed.His years have been full of ups and downs. Surviving as the CEO of CULID, a company he built from the scratch – it had been a battle holding the topmost seat for years, until he retired to let Denzel take over. The battle with Michel during Denzel’s teenage years was a battle he thought he wouldn’t come out victorious from. Michel was willing to offer alimony. But he never wanted a broken home for Denzel. Not after what he had to go through when his parents parted ways. As a teenager, he was torn between both parents. Neither was good for him, but together, they were a family. In the end, he was dumped in a foster home. He left the moment he could find his way in the streets. It was a messy life.However, McNeil never forgot to exercise.As he pushed his weight to his feet, he felt dizzy. Supporting his weight, he pushed his hand against the wal