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
With both hands tied to the back, her mouth, sealed with a tape, both legs were tied with a heavy short rope that extended to a heavy stone, which was sitting at the bottom of the pull, pulling her weight to the bottom of the pool. She curled into a foetus shape, her blonde hair floating upwards. And the water, calm.Damian forgot to send instructions this time, as he did not know when his heavy legs ran uncontrollably and finally made a huge impact–splash on the pool as he dived into the pool swimming vigorously to the bottom of the pool where Naomi was now floating with her jaw resting on her chest.His heart stopped for a split second; his heart jumped to his throat, and he almost forgot he was underwater as he wanted to shout at Naomi to look up that he was there for her.Even if he did shout, she was too unconscious to have heard him at the time he arrived.He held her by the face with his hands on each side of her chin, lifted it up and it felt stiff. His eyes read the shocking
Damian clung his hands to the stretcher Naomi was laid, helping the nurses push a little faster. Though the nurses flinched to signal him off, they had little or no guts to tell influential Damian what to do.“Mr. Damian?” A middle-aged man with strands of grey on his bushy mustache, covered with a white coverall, with a portable stethoscope in his palm called Damian from behind.Damian looked back through the corners of his right eye and squinted his eye as though he was racking up his memory to know how he met the Doctor that just called him.One thing that never came by surprise was his popularity almost everywhere he stepped in. The Doctor strode to meet the moving nurses and Damian.“Good evening, sir. I am Williams MD.” He kept jogging in action while trying to get Damian familiar with their hospital’s standard procedures. “Yes, Doctor?” Damian raised his brow for details for calling him, yet his face was unreadable.“Uhm.. sorry, our standard procedures demand that only autho
“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
“You're not so smart. Anyway, I heard about your predicament.”It's been five days since the encounter that froze the blood in her veins, yet that sonorous voice keeps playing like a broken record in her head, on repeat. A lot of questions screamed hard in her head. But she couldn't find answers.Work became a little interesting since she settled in and accepted fate as a junior staff. At least, she won't be the log of wood in Natasha’s journey to the top as she pushed for.“How did that bastard do it?” She kept questioning herself silently, almost tearing up. Unfortunately, Natasha knew her onions, regardless of how greedy, selfish, and rude she may be, her works did spark conversations around the city. Shorty Blacks' music video album sparked interest because of the madness in fashion creativity Natasha had delivered with the team.“hmm.. this would have been me.” she hovered over the flying articles about Natasha that kept following her on every social media platform. Her blood
Naomi's blood stopped! Her heart jumped into her mouth, throbbing with an adrenaline rush. The whole room felt heavy for a split second.“Who's that?” Ethan whispered to Natasha’s ears.“Why is she hiding her face?” Natasha sparked in curiosity, flickering her eyes around Naomi who had covered her face in shame.Naomi made quick steps with a reduced height, heading to the exit door. “WE APOLOGISE FOR THE UNFORESEEN DISTRACTION, DO RELAX AS EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL NOW”The Master of Ceremony called back the attention of the crowd to the spot she was standing, facing them.Naomi moved quicker, hoping for the ground to open and bury her from the shame she just encountered, hoping to fly her way to her room where she could absorb what just happened until she bumped into a huge figure.“Naomi Laurent?” The figure called out in a calm and ruthless tone; his right palm was comfortably tucked in his pocket, and his left palm flew way up to his head level, tugging its hair backwards.Naom
In a moment, she was living her dreams, an hour later, her sweet dreams became her worst nightmare.Now reduced to a mere junior assistant. That's pure robbery. Her eyes were swollen from crying herself to bed the previous night. Naomi had gotten dressed, and ready for the move, regardless of how she was feeling.The only thing that sprang a laugh on her face was the moment she realised the last district bus was about to leave.She ran to meet up, only to meet an old woman in her late 70s cursing the driver and calling him names until she mentioned, “This is how you rush in and rush out. Two seconds man.” Naomi’s face reddened in laughter; she let free of it from her lips, which had been pressed into a thin line; her pumped cheeks could have blown up if she had held the laughter a second more.“What are you laughing at, you Gen. Z baddie? Me? Oh common, I know these things.” she let a cheerful grin on her lips, which graduated to a laugh, exposing her scanty dentition of about twenty
Blood flushed from her face to her ears, leaving her face pale, she felt her stomach drop to the base, and goosebumps ran over every visible spot on her skin, leaving her face out.The screen before she blinked, calling her consciousness back to her skin. She tried masking the surprise with a smile when she heard voices approaching, but her lips now felt like lifting a heavy weight each time she tried spreading them.Quickly, she clicked the ‘close’ button on the screen and made for the window that was three steps from where she stood, stunned.Her gaze met the sky, not blue, but dark, heavy and damp like it was about to cry water on earth. Her heart and eyes could relate to what the sky was going through, too. Holding such a load, yet, not breaking into a cry.A familiar voice came calling from behind, that one voice that caused her insides to curl into frustration. She held her breath, rehearsing a smile that did not agree with her, a smile that refused to reach her eyes, and slowly
Naomi's heart has never been any lighter now than it had been in the last frustrating 10 months. She felt alive and could wear a genuine smile that came to stay since the day she received a trial invitation to style the International music maker Shorty Black. Someone she admired all through her stay in Fashion College, as the students usually shortened.She got to her duty post early enough, the almighty Divinity Fashion House- DV, her dream came true after the first got shattered by some powerful drunk man. She smirked when a thought of the suddenly nice Damian crossed his mind. She felt the touch of guilt and anger. Guilty for being the reason he lost the contract, and angry that he shattered her first-ever fashion mall.Her shoulders shrugged, and so did her thoughts as She walked in cat-style, swaying her hips from side to side with a reason to smile again.“Hi, Miss.” The receptionist greeted me with glinting eyes and a beaming smile on her face.“Hi, Girl. Hope I'm not too la
“Natasha, you fucking know how dear that contract is to this family at this trying time. We are facing more than we can handle. And you went out there and added salt to the wound. Wake up, bitch, there's more to life than love and sex! Argh!”A curt thud meddled with the air as he landed his last word, causing his teeth to restrain the anger that accompanied his words. He had pinned Natasha's hands to the wall with his powerful grip whilst his right clenched fist rested against the wall a few inches away from Natasha’s ear.His chest kept panting faster than his breath. His eyes went blank and anger was definitely reading loud in them.Natasha? Relax. Undisturbed. Embracing the spot she was captured, biting her lower lips, letting a slow moan that could wreck the strongest man on earth. Then she let a mockery scoff which encroached into cackles.“What's funny?” He lifted his clenched fist from the wall and retracted backwards, holding it in the air. Then he dropped it on the wall, re
Each day in the past 9 months only felt like a day after forever. Never did a day pass without the brewing conflict shooting through her mind with a deep torture of guilt, pioneered by her own greed to have both chocolate and vanilla. The report files strongly suggested that the baby had died, weeks before she was captured and left to die in a deep pool of water. And the cause? Her!“I did not kill my child, Ethan, I did not.” she echoed beneath her breath, lost in her spiral thoughts. She could barely see a soul in the room aside from Ethan. An invisible Ethan. “Is everything okay, ma'am?”Consciousness took a flash trip back to her body, which looked electrocuted, causing her to jerk steadily, just enough to shake off the suspicion that things weren't going well.“Oh. Oh.. uh.. I am very fine.” She stuttered flickering her eyes about the client's face and away, observing if any other person was watching.She raised her head, pulled her shirt together, and stole a smile that did n
“Here’s the file, sir. These are the reports and highlights of the last meeting Natasha filled up on your behalf; our top investors and shareholders are threatening to withdraw from the company if the exponential growth of their investments doesn't come in handy.”Rex stretched a blue cover file to Damian who was buried in his office chair, rocking it from side to side, running his palm to and fro around his jaw lines, drawing an invisible pattern.“Drop it on the table.” He directed with a calm soothing voice. One could tell he wasn’t fine. But his body language and facial expression had told a different story.“uhm. Sir. I made findings about Naomi.”“Okay?” He barked, seeming uninterested in the topic, raised. But his blood pumped to the radar on hearing the name, ‘Naomi’ from Rex, so raw, without initials attached like he used to. He swallowed the remaining words that had made their way to his gut. Then he caught himself in the act, caring about how Rex addressed Naomi. Is that s
“It all balls down to your court, let her go or lose the contract deal.” Aunt Carmen forced out words from her throat like grunts accompanied by mild pains in her voice.“Just let her go, son.” Her voice crackled, and hot tears gathered around her eyelids; her palm went in search of his grip, and she tilted her head, searching for his eyes to read if the firm grip around her palm was an assurance that he'd accept defeat for the prize.But on reaching his eyes, they were so relaxed and unreadable. She let out a loud cry. “Have you planned your funeral yet, Aunt?” Damian reminded her of the consequences of raising her blood pressure again with this petty attitude she exuded.****Her exams have been smoothed, at least, she can rest her mind a bit. Just a bit because her last encounter with Ethan did things to her that she can not explain.She had just returned from the market, alone, now seated on her bed lost in her thoughts, hoping for a miracle and a suitable hug. But nothing.Ethan