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".
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"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
Denzel took to the long corridor illuminated with white light, his heart racing faster than his legs. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, and he wanted to go back.He had never liked hospitals and visiting once a month was bearable. Not twice in a day, and not when the person lying on the sick bed was his father.The stench of the hospital tickled his nose and his stomach threatened to throw out, but Denzel ignored it, moving faster with his eyes searching for the room number the lady at the reception had given him.Michel was seated, looking pale when Denzel saw her. He stopped a few meters away from her to analyze the situation. Michel’s fingers were interlaced into each other, and her face carried worry."Mum?"Michel turned to the recognizable voice of her son. "Oh, Denzel." She stood up and they fell under each other’s arms in a tight embrace."How is he?" he asked after they disengaged. Michel sat down, and Denzel found a spot beside her, taking her hand in his.“He’s been
For a moment, she spread her hands on the opposite side of the entrance, looking at the scattered shoes, the mess of clothes on the ground, and the empty boxes. Her frown slowly loosened to a scoff and then, a chuckle. "You can’t frustrate me, Denzel." She bent over the shoes, her left hand gripping the empty shoe rack as she started to assemble each pair of shoes into its quarters. Then, she opened the wardrobe, expecting to find another mess, but instead arranged shirts and trousers stared back at her. "I could easily quit!" She bent to pick up each of the clothes on the ground, hanging and folding them. Feeling Denzel’s desire was about to break through her, she moved out of the cubicle with a forced smile on her face. She found the Bluetooth speaker. She took her phone from her pocket, and a few seconds later, the voice of Ariana Grande was booming through the speaker. "Woah!" She twisted her waist in a dance-like motion and moved back into the room, singing along with the a
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