Naomi’s heart pounded in her chest as Damian sipped his whiskey, eyes sharp with amusement while he watched her. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to stay calm, to act natural. She could feel the weight of his gaze drifting over her like he was playing a game.“I must say,” he murmured, setting the glass down with a soft clink, “I’ve missed this little fire of yours. It’s almost a shame you chose Ethan over me.”Naomi forced a smirk. “You say that like you ever gave me a choice, Ethan is my husband.”Damian chuckled, slow and dark, before leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “You always had a choice, sweetheart. You just made the wrong one, just like you divorced him in the first place.”She exhaled sharply. This was going nowhere.“I held up my end of the deal,” she said, her voice steady. “Now tell me where Ethan’s brother is.”Damian sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He held it between his fingers, tapping the screen lazily as if savoring the contro
“Just like that? I will lose everything my father has ever toiled for over a careless woman with low self-esteem? Darn! What was I thinking? Love? Haha… I must have been a fool for letting a mere word like ‘wife’ mess my life up. I am more pained that I needed to stay married to meet the conditions of signing our lucky break contract with the Johnsons’. That's not even a near-valid excuse; this is one hundred per cent my fault; I should have listened to Father. Mixing business with pleasure has its rewards, I am reaping more than I bargained for. A contract marriage would have tilted these unforeseen circumstances to the abyss.” In between regrets, and necessity, he found himself lurking in the wilderness bordering both. A drop of hot tear clouded his lower eyelid when a thought cut through the base of his stomach like a betrayal stab.“Brother, I promise. I will find a way to get you out of this shit hol..”Cring! Cring! Cring! Cring! A deafening sound filled the room, signalli
The worst that can ever happen is not natural death, but drowning in a pool filled with excitement and anxiety about something that feels like nothingness.An endless number of black-body-tinted glasses Jeeps flooded the premises. The serenity of the building surroundings caught the terror from the shadows of the thick dark jeeps. A group of twelve men and two women dressed in black strolled with poise-briskly toward the four storied building with pillars at each opposite end, painted white. A bronze made elegant stature of a blind-folded woman, with a two-edged sword to the right, and a balance to the left, curvy shaped to fit a figure eight, blonde breasts sitting at on the cleavages. “You spoiled brat. I see why your father never took you too seriously when he was alive. Get your eyes off a statue’s breast and get your hands busy with the real deal.” Uncle Dan, interrupted Nathan’s fantasy. “Erhm.. Eh.. Uncle. I….” A stray-scornful apology demanding–look from Uncle Dan’s is enoug
A beam of light stole through the curtain. And darkness was relieved of its duty. The honk from flying vehicles greeted disruptively. It was yet another Saturday where the family had breakfast rituals. If you were a member of the Laurent’s family living within the city, you had to be there or get fined with a wholesome visit by a large number of the family, in troops. What fine, per se? You just had to be prepared to treat the Laurents’ with different delicacies. Gizzards were sacred, and every Laurent must have at least 10 pieces in the reservoirs, lest any family member step in to have a good time.Unlike every other Saturday. This Saturday was the mad devil. who demanded everyone be dressed in ebony black. Sorrows won a case over sheer moments of happiness. Spencer has not only been part of the family, but Sophia’s greatest play mate. You could tell from her fallen jaw, and pale floppy ears that Spencer was unhappy. Maybe her best friend ignored her. She had curled up in the
“She's awake, Mrs., But we are afraid she might not be herself like she used to be.” The Doctor reported, tilting forward from her seat, leaning her elbows on the table, fixed both fingers to provide a resting spot for her jaw, in a bid to pose how harmless the topic of concern is. “What do you mean, Doc? Tell me you're not professional enough with your job. Make me understand..?” Mrs Laurent demanded, letting out a grin of disgust. The Doctor let a not-too-excited smile court her lips as she proceeded with the briefing. “She is experiencing a medical condition that appeals to the medical team as memory loss. We are still working to pick out what exactly must have triggered that. From our reports here,” Stretches a blue cover file towards Mrs. Laurent. “There's something suspicious happening in the hypothalamus of her brain. But we can't be too sure since we have little or no information about our patients. Okay, Mrs, I may not be appealing to you in appearance, or you may have
Flickers of lights fled to every nook and cranny of the room. Thunder claps danced to the rhythmic lights that consistently changed colours from red to blue to green at five-second successive intervals.At the sudden lash of a powerful thunderclap, a tall shadow appeared, fitting the door frame perfectly, with sharply chiselled abs visible enough to the imagination.The shoulders sprawled wide to the left and right of the arm, carrying a small-sized head. Its feet were deeply rooted to the tiled floor, commanding aura.A familiar fragrance diffused through every corner of the room, just enough to choke anyone who wasn't familiar. Fear crept into her stomach as the masculine-like shadow moved closer, now appearing larger than the initial sight.The blue light fell to the face of the familiar face as It stepped closer. The lustring blonde hair sparked deja Vu. It felt like she’d been in that place and the same scenario before, some time ago, maybe in the past life.But something clicked
Giddy shocks left her body stunned like 50,000 Ampere of current forced its way through her narrow veins. Her eyes shone in disbelief at the ridiculous request. What now?Thoughts bombarded her sanity, disrupting her attention from the devil who was now standing erect in front of him with his white shirt sleeves folded to elbow level. The thought of losing her mother’s mansion, perhaps, her only shelter, the dread of not having a source of income to take care of her needs and her baby’s. If the mall demolition is called off. I could get back on track and live my life. My life? The guilt of killing Ethan’s baby will let me live my life? Will Damian not stalk me everywhere making me his prisoner? Nothing is free from Damian, there’s always a high expectation bar awaiting you to hang yourself to please him. The heat of the frustration forced her to blurt these last thoughts out loud, shouting...“Have you no human sympathy that I may die in the abortion process? Have you in hay forgot
Do broken hearts ever mend? Where do broken hearts go? Naomi sat on her bed, staring at an artwork, a two by two in a sized clear painting of dark ink of a mother carrying a child on her back, having tied her closely with a piece of cloth, while selling to passersby, the sun’s ray fell directly on the mother, casting her shadows backwards to cover the baby. She had never paid close attention to the painting over the years until today when everything hit her at once, she felt a deep connection with the artwork, causing goosebumps to reel over her body at the thought of the struggles of motherhood which kept calling and how life will look like without any support, nor the mall. She sat with her palms supporting her head, beneath her jaw, and her elbow rooted to her thigh, lost in her dilemma of thoughts, questioning why she felt that way with heavy burdens that seemed chronic, the burden of a divided home, the uncertainty of how to raise her child for another 7 and a half years withou
“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
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