“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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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
The pen hovered over the last signature line.Naomi’s fingers trembled while she forced herself to press the ink onto the page, the final step in dissolving five years of marriage. Across the brown mahogany table, Ethan Carter sat still, his sharp jaw clenched with his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.She tried to ignore the way his expensive cologne still sent a shiver down her spine. She also tried to forget the countless nights she had spent in his arms, tangled in silk sheets, legs spread across his body, whispering promises that had all crumbled to dust.The lawyer cleared his throat. "Ern ern, Mrs. Bennett…" He corrected himself. "Miss Bennett. Just the last page now." He said.Naomi exhaled sharply. It’s just a signature. Just ink on paper. But as she signed her name, she couldn’t ignore the way it felt, like carving a wound so deep it might never heal. Did she still love him?As she slid the document across the table to Ethan, he took it witho
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
Torn between options on where to run to after her final fashion school exams. She had lost weight so badly for the past two days due to the workload on her body, soul, and mind. Damian had been shuffling the hospital and work. He hasn't been home since the incident.Now she's trapped; “gosh!!” she thought out loud, sending her ass to kiss the floor. Her only safe haven is Damian's mansion. A step outside would only mean that she's ready to go back to her supposed ex-husband, who is now keen on no divorce. Ethan's eyes were everywhere like a spying eagle in the sky, waiting for its prey to move away from its hiding place.She summoned her five senses when her phone alarm beeped loudly.“F*ck. I have just 30 minutes to get seated in the exam hall.”Her tears were cut short; her weak body felt an adrenaline rush cutting through it.She jumped into the bathroom, jumped out and made for her school bag. Her body did the deciding while her brain followed, clueless.The fashion school is a
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