“Hold on to my hand,” Denzel said as he stretched out his other hand to pull her up.
Eva had mistakenly slipped off from the rail but Denzel was swift enough to grab her before she could fall over. All the while she screamed and shouted, reeked with fear.
“Do not panic, you gonna be alright. Just hold on to my hand tight and don’t look down” He commanded as she gradually but gently pulled her up over the rail.
She fell to the ground as Denzel had pulled her up. She seemed visibly shaken. Tears ran her cheeks as she cried uncontrollably.
Denzel sat down with her as she threw his arms around her hugging her.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
She nodded her head in affirmation.
“Okay you need to get inside now,” Denzel said as he tried to raise her up to her feet to carry her to the room but s
Just as they entered the lobby of the apartment block, the concierge didn’t even look up at first.“Yes?” he said. “What is it?” His mind fully on the sandwich he was munching, and casually brushed egg crumbs from his face onto his shirt.Karen spoke first…“Hello, please my name is Karen—”Just immediately, Denzel spoke.“Is this how you meet and greet your special guests? Eating anyhow in the public?”The concierge looked up sharply at him and blenched.“Oh! Mr. Hobbs,” He stood up hastily, struggling slightly to push his chair back. As he did so, then he plastered on a rather apologetic smile.
“Yes?”“Hello, Karen. It’s me, Denzel.”He’s here!She screamed in her head“Oh, come on up. It’s wonderful in here!” she replied.A couple of minutes later, Denzel entered the room and he dropped the latch on the apartment door.“I don’t want to be interrupted right now,” He said, smiling at her.“I want to say thank you—” Karen tried to speak, but he put a finger to her lips.
As Karen was in the car, enjoying her ride home, her mind went back to the entire incident that took place some days ago in the office, and why she felt threatened, which warranted Denzel to relocate her from her present place of living.***FLASHBACK***Karen did not see her boss for about a couple of months even though they worked in the same office. He had been out of town a few times but when he did reappear at the office and on the occasions that she saw him, he seemed distracted and barely said little to her. She wondered if she had done something wrong, or worse, if he was already tired of her. She had tried to muster up courage to meet him at his office to ask why he never bothered to see her and to perhaps inquire if their contract was still binding but fear and anxiety would always get the better part of her.Then, Kim, his personal assistant, buzzed her“Karen, can you come up to the office, please? Mr. Hobbs wo
He twisted and turned, stretching himself as the sunlight cut through his eyelids. He turned away again trying to sleep back but a ring from the doorbell distracted him again. He sat up immediately as he wondered who it could be. It had been a while since he last received a visitor. He knew neither Kim nor Eva would come to his house without a prior notice. He quickly checked his time, it was 7:21 am. It wasn’t yet time for Lisa, the new maid he hired to resume. He had given her an access pass to the house so there was no need ringing the doorbell. It rang again, bringing him back to his consciousness.He sluggishly threw on his sleeping robe he had hung near his bed and walked down the door.Just as he opened the door, his whole world came alive again. He saw her standing there like the early morning flower that had just blossomed. Even though she had dressed so simply with just a slight make up, she still looked dazzling like the goddess of beauty
There was a buzz at the door. Denzel rushed to answer, almost falling down the stairs, the excitement on his face vanished, appearing healthier than he was just a minute ago. After spending half an hour rehearsing how to look sick and broken.She stared at him almost confused knowing the precious enthusiasm that had almost been replaced with an expression of confusion and disdain wasn't meant for her."Hello Denzel, how are you? I felt you were sick that's why I rushed over to make sure you are fine," Eva finally spoke up."Yes, yes, yes, I am okay,” Denzel stammered for a reply before adding "Eva, how are you? I mean what are you doing here?""I felt you were sick…" She tried to say when Denzel interrupted with his disdain almost visible to a blind man.Eva starts to sob, "all I have done is love you all my life, what have I done to deserve such coldness from you?"
There are many things Denzel was never sorry about; fucking his college roommate's girlfriend and sister in the same week, nor the numerous married women with visible wedding rings on their fingers.But here he was in the comfort of a twenty-five storey building, in the middle of New York city, having of all things, regret. He scoffs."For fuck’s sake, Denzel, how did you allow yourself to fall so deeply in love with a woman? Not just any woman, Denzel, a damn fucking maid!" Now furiously pacing around his office, he smashed the figurine his mother had given him as a symbol of his strength when he decided to leave behind his glamorous and adventurous modeling career with a lot of boobs and asses to come sit in a God-forsaken dangling chair all day, telling grown people what to do and convincing people who obviously didn't like him on why he should remain CEO.“What has Katie done to him?” he ponde
Kate had always been a woman that expected more from relationships, for her, love, faithfulness, and commitment must always be captured in the scenery of romance. But here she was, with a chronic Casanova who obviously had trailed her from her last job to this one. She knew she was too fragile and Denzel was nothing but trouble."When are you gonna give up, Denzel?”"Not in a billion years, I guess," Denzel responded."I love you, Kate, I really do and this is not the kind of words that escapes my mouth easily, hell!! I'm quite sure I have never said those words to any woman that wasn't my mother."Kate adjusted her apron and a flush of frustration ran rapidly across her face, she knew she couldn't deny this fact, she loved Denzel and she was helpless about it. She only wished he could disappear from her life, never to return. This torture of having to deny her heart and her body this inf
Kim's call had woken Denzel earlier than usual; Frey had called an emergency board meeting, and she had informed Denzel. He was going to argue the merits of Denzel trying to align the company to a man as vile as Raash.He was a non-apologetic conservative who believed in the grounded structural status quo of patriarchy. He was a man that didn't hide his views, “a man of the past” as Frey would put it.Denzel hurried downstairs, almost missing a step, and yelled out in frustration."Where is this damn maid?"Denzel, realizing he might be talking to himself and sounding both stupid and crazy at the same time. "Fuck!!" he yelled out. When he remembered it was too early for the new maid to have resumed her duties. He quickly hurried to the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee amidst the humming sound of the microwave, followed shortly by a “ding” sound reminding
Kate stared blankly into the street ahead and let the tears flow from her eyes. She sat on the roadside bench and waited for Collins. He had promised he would come and pick her up. The cold evening breeze blew against her body and she shivered but she was too sad to cover herself. Neither did she care about her brutal wind. She could only blame herself. She had been foolish to believe she could find committed love with Denzel.Collins' car pulled over and he rushed out to meet her. When he noticed he was shivering, he took off his jacket and covered her. Kate sniffed and thanked him. Collins sat beside her, and for a moment, no words were spoken. Collins wondered what happened. Whatever it was, he knew it was terrible. Kate's box was standing behind the bench."You were right," she said with a light chuckle. "Denzel didn't deserve me and I was too foolish to see it.""I'm sorry, Kate."Kate pursed her lips and sobbed."Stop crying, Kate. Whatever it is, he doesn't deserve your tears.
Four NYPD vehicles blared along the road to the house of Raymond Dantley. The winter clouds had been dissipated by the sun and the morning dew soaked the tarmac. The cold winter breeze still blew and the men wore their police jackets and sipped hot coffee – their bosses swallowed bottles of gin in their office.The four vehicles came to a halt in front of Ray’s compound and instructions were given. Five cops, armed with a rifle, surrounded the perimeter of the house while the rest three made their way in. The truck loaders who were sniffing some of the drugs they stole were the first criminals they caught.“This is the New York state police department,” one of the officers recited with his rifle pointed steadily at them. There was no escape. “Your hands where I can see them.”Another police officer cuffed their hands from behind. He inspected the substance. “Codeine.”“Take us to your boss. A single mistake and I’ll blow your brains out.”***Stephen watched from afar as the four poli
The men were up long before dawn. Silently, they moved about their duties. In the underground warehouse, several boxes containing codeine, Vicodin, and oxycontin were labelled and placed on each other. The men in the lab were dressed in white overall coat inspected samples before they were lifted to the ground floor. The boxes were carried into the compound and loaded into a truck carrying the Culid company logo. The men ardently placed the boxes of hard drugs in between cartons of beverages.When they had finished uploading the boxes, Roland slapped the back of the vehicle and the driver started the engine. Roland slid into the passenger seat and lit a cigarette. He pushed his cigarette box to him.“Want some?”Tarry, the truck driver shook his head and reached for a bottle of gin. “Gin does it better.” He took a gulp and passed the bottle to Roland. “How’s the boss?”Roland took a gulp. “Mad as hell. He wants Stephen.”“Heard millions of dollars was missing.”“Raash wants his cut, n
Eva heard everything. The sounds of the birds singing on the tree outside her window. The yellings of the crazy men outside her door. The clicking sounds of shoes that belonged to the psychiatrist. At night, she could hear the creeping sounds of the bugs that wanted to feast on her. She hated the place. And she hated that she was locked with crazy people. She wasn’t crazy. She was only fighting for a love that was hers and Daniel betrayed her.The three nights at the mental home had been hell for Eva. The therapy sessions were worse. She sat, hand cuffed, before a man dressed in white overall coat.“Eveline. Can I call you that?”“I’m Eva?”“How are you this morning?”“I can’t be fine as long as I am held in this hell hole.”“Are you ready for a session?”“I’m not mad!”“You tried to kill a woman who dis nothing to you thrice.”“She took my man.”“He isn’t yours.”“How do you know that?!”“Because he said so. Eva, he was only your boyfriend in high school.”“You don’t know anything.”
Kate returned home after listening to Denzel’s voicemail. He explained why he was silent after discovering Eva had caused the accident and also threatened to kill her. He also pointed to her that he never had sex with Eva. Kate was too ashamed to remain in Collins’ company – much had been said and done. Going home was a relief.When she arrived, Denzel wasn’t in. There was a note stuck to the fridge in the kitchen explaining that he had gone to see his father. Kate sat down and thought about the event of the morning. She wondered if she would have enough courage to tell Denzel and she wondered how he would react.She busied herself all afternoon with responding to emails from contractors and business men. A particular fashion celebrity had been pleased with her fashion line and proposed partnership.It was a delightful news.Kate thought about how busy she was going to become as a design creator. She knew it was worth the time it would rob off her. She thought about telling Denzel the
Kate felt awkward and Collins sensed it. “Come in,” he said and moved out of the entrance. Kate stepped into the apartment. It was her first time coming to his place since he moved into New York.“We had an argument,” she explained.Collins closed the door and followed her in. “Was it because of what I told you earlier?”Kate sat down and sighed deeply. “I deserved to know, Collins. I could have died.”He took a seat opposite her. “Does he know you’re here?”Kate shook her head. “He doesn’t know I left the house.” She heaved a sigh. “I just wanted h to explain himself and then he left me.”“Does he know about your fears?”She shook her head. “He never asked.”“How about tea?”“Great.”Kate glanced around the room. She recognized some portraits from his previous house at New Rochelle. Collins loved art and he gathered artistic works. Whenever he was stressed or leisured, he painted.He returned shortly with two cups of hot tea.“Thanks,” she said.Collins thought about what she said ea
Denzel glanced at his sore eyelid in the mirror and decided it was better if he wore sunshades. He combed his hair, inspected his see eyes again, and exited the room. The news of Eva’s arrest had been communicated to him the previous night and he planned visiting her to give her a piece of his mind. But presently, he was on his way to the hospital. When he reached SEW 7, Kate was awake, and was having breakfast. She noticed the sunshades he wore.“What’s with the sunshades?” she asked.Denzel ignored the question until he was by her side. “Nothing.”Kate frowned. “I want to see your eyes then.”Denzel hesitated. “I fell.” Kate’s frown deepened. “I wanna see it.”Denzel took off the shades and Kate gasped softly. “This isn’t a fall. What happened?”“Nothing. I gotta go now. I’ll be here to pick you up by 6pm.”He eased out of the room. Denzel’s next stop was at the station. Eva was pleased to see him. “Denzel? Babe, you came for me? Please, tell them I didn’t do it. I don’t want to s
“You’ve got some effrontery, Eva. What are you doing here?”The glare in his eyes told her that he had not forgiven her yet. But Eva was in desperate need of shelter. “I’m sorry I had to hit you. I told you I did want to return to that place.”“You didn’t hit me, Eva. You tried to kill me. I was cumming when I passed out.”She smiled naughtily. “I can make up for it.”Daniel did not move from the door. “I found another woman who worships me the way I do.”Eva frowned. “I never wanted to be your woman, Daniel. If you’ve gotten a woman, I’m happy for you. I’m here because I’ve missed a friend and I’m in need of a shelter.”“You know where your home is, Eva.”“You know I can’t go home and you know why.”“And where you’ve been staying for weeks?”“It was at a motel downtown but the cops came over today. Please, let me in, Daniel.”“I have to talk to Sylvia about it.”“Fine.”He unblocked the entrance and she shoved in. She fell on the cushion and dropped her small bag. “Is there food in
Eva undressed and wrapped the bloodstained pen knife in a nylon. Then she kept it among her clothes. She moved to the bed with a wine bottle, prepared to celebrate her victory. When she had gone halfway through the bottle, she contemplated calling Denzel. Later, she slept off.Eva didn’t wake up until the next morning. She drove around town and stopped by at McDonald’s. At the eatery, she noticed sly gazes. She bought Chicken McNuggets and soda. When she stopped by at the gas station, the attendant asked her some personal questions before she drove off.Eva thought about Daniel for the first time in two weeks and hoped he had survived the hit. Daniel hadn’t called her.A few minutes before mid-day, she drove back to the motel she was renting at cheaply rate. After a morning of outings, Eva planned to remain indoors all day. Maybe she would watch an erotic movie and masturbate…It must have been the heavy food she ate that drowsed her back to sleep. Her slumber was disturbed as soon