It was just the doctor’s prediction from his foresight as a professional medical personnel. Unfortunately, the doctor was right, but his suggestions were far from what is happening now.Will this bleeding meet an end? A day after forever?This pain has robbed me of my heart, left me with nothingness At least something I can brag of that can finally stay forever.The world is ending; I don’t mind leading the queue rather than living life meaningless.Distant music reeled into Naomi’s consciousness as she lay with little or no life on the sick bed.Hot tears fled opposite sides of her eyes, each drawing a visible line, hunting its way down to the back of her neck.“News at 18:00 GMT–Live on Open Network Centre Focus”The Headlines:-Gas stock market hits bullish run- Billionaire Business Mogul of Manhattan, Mr. Ethan, is set to file a controversial plea bargain.- Billionaire Business Mogul, Mr. Damian, collaborates with Piston Microfinance Bank in retrieving 3,000 Individual Building
Back to life. Back to reality. Back to work, but this time, a little less for one of the duo.Life should be more rosy now. The world has been on Naomi’s shoulders until she made a no-turning-back decision to dance the world off her shoulders. Dance her shoulder off? How about the things Ethan's touch did to her? The electrifying touch from the Billionaire. The soft neck kisses that had been permanently installed in her head? Nah. She was missing all of those. Especially now that she is plying the route of endless emotional trickery, the simultaneous feeling of needing love and affection at a time, and in a snap, it becomes cravings for fried shark, roasted lion skin, etc, an endless list of unthinkable edibles, any flesh can think of.The trauma that accompanies gestation is second to none. It is almost impossible to sit for a while without salivating. Her feet increased in size, and her visibly protruded stomach needed support, support from Daddy. But Daddy firmly protests that
The past few days had run mad, terribly to a fault. What felt like better days went sour on the brink.At this time, the cloud bore more water than it could carry, safe to say the sky is pregnant. Naomi’s heart had become clouded with sorrows, now, unbearable. The gestation period doesn't bargain; it has taken her working power, putting her in an unnecessary stay-at-home. A compulsory sacrifice every woman has been making to ensure life and the human race remains, till a day after forever.The world stole her smile. Notwithstanding, she is a good actor who makes masking her stolen smile with another smooth.“Hello, Clara. Are you free for a quick talk?”“How about when I come home?”“Not a bad idea. But….”“Babe, I am attending to a client here, we’ll talk when I reach home.” Clara cuts in and drops the call.Naomi felt a sharp cut slit through her stomach, causing her heart to skip twice. Hot watery stuff escaped her eyes. Her heart felt heavy. It felt like her he
This face rings a bell. I know him. I am not too sure if he knows me. “Naomi!!” Clara strided, calling Naomi’s attention whose attention was fixed at his facials. She came close, waving her right hand in a bid to disrupt Naomi's plans to get a hold of her hard-earned man.“Better stop staring. Go get the father of your unborn.” she sneered in whispers. “Anyway, you should get going already.” she blurted, folding both arms to form a resting spot for her mammary glands. She unwrapped her arms and made for her purse that was stuck out from her back pocket. I picked out a 300-dollar bill and stretched it to Naomi.Naomi took the cash, fixing her gaze in her eyes, seeking assurance that this unfair treatment was temporary.She stood there stunned, watching Clara's miraculous behind shaking unapologetically. Did she have a choice? She picked herself up, closed the gate behind her and stepped into the streets for a short walk before reconsidering taking a cab since it is advisable for h
Several rude people have the biggest heart. The world must have pounced on them, staining their beautiful heart, black. But a part of them reserves unreserved kindness.Theresa was quite welcoming. And three of her grown children had come to visit for Easter family time. No dull moment was recorded.The heart-to-heart talk with Naomi was supposed to be between the two. Awkward, awkward, she won’t stand Theresa excusing her grown-ups from the dining table for some story. C'mon, everyone has their story, let's share. Naomi's emotional intelligence was at its peak; she could easily perceive pure hearts and bad eggs.The reason she did not settle for Damian.“Big tummy, that's a long sad story. Don't you think it's high time you travelled far away? Where no eagle eyes could feed on your life and your baby's?” Theresa suggested with a wry line cutting across her cheeks.“How about you go stay with my daughter in Japan? She's not ill-mannered like me. Her father taught her b
How do you resist a glaring charm that burns right in every artery of your body? I mean, how possible is it to turn down the hottest and most influential rich spoilt kid in college? Every girl wanted a bite of his Adam’s apple. But no. Naomi wasn't easily carried away by those broad chests, hanger shoulder vanity. But it does a thing to her when he comes this close.This close, in an enclosed spot, soon after the final whistle was sent in the air, calling for an end to the popular college basketball sport. Quite unusual, Damian walked in. All eyes converged to where he was standing. The girls in the Stadium made fruitless winks at him; his curly hair sat over his shoulders, his eyes gleamed like the calling stars; his pink lip was a delight to watch. Murmurs rose into the air. The problem is, no one dared to walk close to having a picture with him. Like, who would risk that? The prideful Damian? You better keep your head for use, or else it'd be cut off.He strolled with his hands
The natural tendency for humans to respond swiftly to negative news, strongly controlled by the negativity bias in the brain, made the news spread beyond wildfire speed. The talk of the town came in different versions, both watered down and something close to fake. “The kidnapped girl is Billionaire Damian's Ex-wife.” “I beg you, in the name of whatever bottle you have in your hands, don’t splash your stinky tongue in this case, Mr FakeNews Bankk.”A group of four friends who loved hanging out for an insane number of hours in the evenings to pop bear kept throwing arguments about the top one news in New Jersey.“Son of bitches. Thank God my father wasn't this useless. relieve him of his balls.” Damian whispered above his voice, dragged the last pinch of his cigarette and dumped the stump, stamping his feet to put off the fire.“Any useful information yet?” he demanded raising a brow. One just had to say yes to his every demand or get punched in the face. Damian never takes no for
Lost in his dilemma, he could not fathom if he was actually risking his family’s name, investments and companies for the right reason. Was it about the incident that left him in shreds, particularly, now half a man? Maybe his way of punishing her for destroying him? Or was he gradually losing his five senses to lust? No. Not lust, I can’t be that cheap. Love? No! he shook off the thought, rubbing his nose bridge–hard, grinning his jaw to approve of disgust to himself for letting a thought of an illusion like love. A sharp voice from the front seat cut into his thoughts, reporting, “We are 60 kilometres away from the abandoned factory house, sir.”He quickly put himself back to act as the boss, showing no sign of weakness. He lifted his gaze to meet Rex, whose eyes were sternly fixed on him with concerns about the looks on his face. “G—ood,” His voice failed. “eh erhm.” he cleared his throat to shake off further suspicion about his emotional state, then reconstructed his statement
A loud clap roared, filling every corner of the room. “I curse….” “Get lost, you arrogant empty-headed thing.” Aunt Carmen melted into his chest, gripping his shirt firmly, tossing it to and fro; her whole body joined the chorus, but Damian remained fixed at the shot. His legs were buried, rubbing his chin in a circular path, slowly. His eyes went cold, but weary. Her hands felt weak, causing her head against his chest, resting there with her hands now loose, on his shirt.Slow sobs came forth, and water from her eyes soiled Damian’s immaculate shirt. He stood there speechless, daring not to say a word, nor retaliate the hot slap that had earlier reset his brains.A part of him found a thousand and one reason to walk out of her. Aunt Carmen was at the forefront of the idea of pushing Naomi into his life permanently after the incident. His head felt heavier when a flicker of memory snapped before his eyes; that same day, Naomi pushed him off, sending him to fall face flat on the fl
“Good to have you here, Damian.”“You're behind schedule. We understand you may have had a little issue to put up with,” He mocked, sending a wink at Naomi, who was standing stiff and electrocuted.He stretched forth his palm facing the roof, directing Damian to occupy the only vacant seat at the opposite end of the table from where he was standing.Damian's blood raged in his veins, but his face was unreadable. In as much as he needed the contract, he despised that he was about reducing himself to nothing. His thoughts blurred his vision, and he could only see his Aunt echoing how important the contract was and the warnings she spat earlier about Naomi. She was right.Naomi tried reading his face to know why he hadn't said a word for the long five seconds, that felt like he was taking eternity to respond.She stepped closer, standing side by side with him, her shoulders met his abs. Her palms searched for his palm, blindly locking her grip on his, jolting him back to reality.His an
Silent ride, just as Naomi was expecting. The tension in the back seat could be felt by the driver, too, whose head was held stiff, facing his job on the steering. She had taken her favourite spot, an inch away from the moving vehicle’s door. Folding her hands in rebellion, staring deep through the tinted dark door window like she was counting the buttress trees that formed a canopy over the moving vehicle they were seated. Her breath was fast-paced; she could barely get herself together with the way she was feeling. Rage was far from what she felt inside after gulping down that mud of embarrassment before Jay Cobbs. Suddenly, her lap caught heat like something was about to crawl into her core. She knew it was about time to be scolded. Now, she wasn't in good spirits to hold a conversation. And why was his hand on her lap? The rage in her core boiled up with something familiar.It wasn't pure rage because her body tingled when he began, “And what title would you award that drama y
“Ouch, that hurts!” she moaned, her voice–tainted, coming forth like a broken whisper, far from how she had reacted to the hurt in her head. “My bad. I’ll go gentle.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. But she was too stunned by everything to look back. “Gentle?”She felt bashful of herself for letting him read the green lights from her body’s reaction to his finger's contact with his skin. Her inner body tingled with his commanding, pleasant smell. His masculine breath caressed her neck as he bent to fix the necklace hooks perfectly. “What’s tomorrow’s Date?” He asked rhetorically while at his job. “Oh, I guess it’s a due date for you and me.” He breathes, slowing into her ears.Her feminine core alarmed in a swift response, causing her shoulders to shiver for a second, but not noticeable. She fought it, but her body didn't seem to take sides with her this time. “I wish..” She responded, biting her lower lips.“Why wish when I can make that happen, with one call away.”“My mothe
“Hey, get dressed, we’re stepping out.” Damian let a possessive order at Naomi who had buried herself in her studies preparing for her final fashion school exams. She lifted her face lazily, unfazed, like she had had enough of these authoritative orders, and it didn't surprise her anymore. Her gaze catches his eyes and his shape fills up the door frame with his hand, firmly wrapped around the doorknob, swinging the door ajar, signalling her that he’s waiting for her to wrap up and follow him immediately.“I’m busy with my studies, Mr. Damian.” she broke the silence tilting her head away from his burning eyes. One could tell that his eyes could burn down the books on her table.“You little needle. Can you for once trade my words into the fabrics of your brains and do as I say without questioning?” he shot at Naomi with his jaws flinched, and his face lacked an expression, leaving no traces of being painted at Naomi’s nonchalant attitude.Her legs fidget in fear of the unknown standin
“Damian, you should know better that your father’s biggest dream and dying wish is to mark his firm across the skies of the seven continents, and this is that dream coming to fruition. I know your plans. Wash your father’s 49 years of sweat down the drain?” She began, immediately she entered the mansion, cutting him off with a wave, signalling him to keep shut before he could say welcome.Now shaking, her eyes filled with concern and rage, she continued; “You are not flaunting that devil to the world. Neither will I let you make a wet blanket off this family’s noble name. Not while my eyes are on you, young man.” He tilted his face to the door frame leading to the kitchen, avoiding his stray eye contact piercing into hers, as he was fully aware that the next agenda on her visit was to shed a pool of tears once he confronted her with that unscathed look like he used to do when he was but a little boy.“Big Mom. Has your blood pressure agreed to stay calm?”“What do you mean by that Da
“Like I said earlier, Mr Damian, she needs utmost but gentle care while she finds her way to her best memories. Also, she might experience post-trauma syndrome around water bodies, big, small or even the littlest like that flowing from the shower.” The doctor instructed with a keen smile courting the edges of his mouth.Damian’s cold response came forth; “You’ve sung that enough, Doctor. Thank you.” He shoved past the Doctor’s stretched hand, which was now hanging in the air. The Nurses who were busy at the counter giggled in disgust and admiration at the toxic- masculinity displayed. “Get in,” Damian ordered, authoritatively but with a faint voice. Maybe, try to follow the doctor's manual so as not to worsen Naomi’s situation.Naomi’s eyes flickered around his face while sending herself low to sit in the front car seat.Damian slammed the door and headed for the wheels.“Sir, are we boarding a flight to Manhattan today?” Rex's voice came cracking from the walkie-talkie sitting on
Sharp screams pierced through the air, calling the attention of everyone in the building, literally.Damian took to his heels, walking briskly like an old woman whose grandchild had been touched.He pushed the door knob without a prior warning of bashing in. There is Naomi, struggling to take in air, her body felt heavy to carry, and the world seemed to whirl before her eyes–Whilst her body kept sinking into the bed, her face gradually submerging into a water body, and her heart jumped to her throat, causing her gut to churn out of low oxygen supply, and her hands felt stiff,--Unshaken like it was struck with a stroke, she pressed tight her eyelids together as if that action would call for a cease in the chaos that was happening around her.Hot tears escaped both edges of her eyes, drooling towards each ear on opposite ends. She could be clearly seen panting, and the monitors kept beeping, at deafening decibels.“Naomi! Naomi!” Her squinted eyes and muscles relaxed a bit on hearing
“Hello, Sir. The culprits behind Naomi’s tragic situation have been reprimanded in police custody.” Damian’s jaw tightened, his fingernails folded, touching his palm; the news should do a thing to him, maybe court a curt-lived smile on his face, or just maybe, hike his thirst for blood. If wishes were horses, he’d give the perpetrators of such outrageous acts a slow-painful death.“Who are they?” He asked, with pain in his voice. And his eyes, colouring brown with anger, flickering, left to right, yet all he could see were imaginations of what the devil's faces should look like.“They’re connected to a long-time incident with Naomi. The reports have it that they came to take revenge after Naomi for running a vehicle over their family member, who unfortunately died in the hospital, 3 days later.”Damian’s eyes brightened, his memories, strong, reeling with an electric current speed to pick out why they came, blood hot for revenge. He had been at the forefront of the mess.A few minute