DREW. Breakfast was prepared, yet a mourning nostalgia weighed on my heart. I would walk down the hallway and hear a bit of Laurel and Morel's jibber jabber; all words lost under tones that sounded loud and heavy. I shook my head in pain and continued walking into the shower in search of comfort in the heart. As the water rushed down the channel, it scrubbed away much of the pain that was tightening my muscles. "I am zoning out," I said softly, maybe just a whisper. Going on next, all thoughts were tethered to my wife, a cute smile crept on my face. "I love my wife, sitting dearly," I said, as his heart swelled with affection. I came out of the bathroom, refreshed and walked toward the bedroom in which I changed into a nice, crisp blue suit. The fabric was smooth against my skin. I picked up the bag and prepared to race off to work. . "Suiting up on a Monday," I chuckled internally, battling to chase away that saddening moment. "Honey, I'm off to work," my voice echoed in the wal
DREW. I pushed my throbbing cock into her entrance while holding on to her hips tightly. I felt her heart racing too; her breath was sharp and short. I gazed deep into her eyes, filled with lusting desire. "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes wide open in anticipation. I thrust into her; my dick went inside her tight, wet pussy. A moan escaped her lips, her body arching from the desk. I could feel her muscles contract around me, her body pleading for more. So I started knocking into her, holding on to her hips. Beneath my touch, I could feel her muscles trembling, her body yearning for more. I reached down and touched her breast, brushing against her nipples by my fingers. It made her body cry for more through the slight tremors that I would feel under my hand. An innocent pinch and tug on her nipples had begun to make her moan again. So, smiling, I started caressing with my fingers that smooth, firm flesh of the behind. She moaned and arched her back off the desk. I co
DREW.My heart surveyed a closeness of connection and love with Laurel .“Our love is brand new”, I said to her smiling. "It's okay, my love," Laurel said softly, whispering sweetly, arms around me, holding me very tight. I had been able to nod and indeed feel the relief when she wrapped her arms around me, holding her hands in mine."What would you eat, baby?" Laurel asked me, smiling, her eyes sparking a picture of amusement.Laurel's smile literally brightened my mood, it was so contagious. "Whatever you want, my love," I said, grinning widely, and leaned to her soft lips imprinting a brief kiss. "I'll go cook something," her voice went warm from her mouth as she made a turn towards the kitchen."Would you follow me?" her voice echoed in the walls, the warmth of her words filling the air with longing and love. I smiled as I felt my heart swelling in emotion and went inside the kitchen with her. I walked into the kitchen, and there she was, just at that moment, I stared and al
DREW. Seconds turned into minutes and then into hours, as I stood by the window, gazing in shock at the scene playing itself out before me. First there was the brilliant sunlight that somehow dimmed and drew back from the sound of the busy street as Mr. Tony strode up to the gate with all of his authoritative demeanor. There he gestured to open the gate peremptorily by uttering in discontent, "Open the gate." As I watched, disappointment washed over me over and over again. From the way anyone could tell he was so angry at what Ashley displayed. “How could she be so careless, so inconsiderate? I shook my head in wonderment. "What a disappointment," I whispered quietly in a world of my own. My body felt utterly ready to collapse into a chair, staring at piles of papers on my desk, but my mind would not comply. I was drawn back to thinking about Mr. Tony. An angry thought came to my mind: "Mr. Tony is an evil man. He is going to wreck our name," I said to myself with dread. “I
DREW She gazed at me; her eyes were glistening with a mix of naughtiness and honesty. - "We were having sex, Drew, and this is the result," she said in a very serious yet playful tone, as if this piece of information was being unraveled as a wonderful secret rather than the most life-changing revelation. Many emotions surged through me: anger , confusion and the greatest anticipation washed over me like a warm wave. "I feel so happy. I can't wait to see how he or she will look," Ashley said with all her mind teeming with imaginations of tiny fingers and little toes, the laughter . For just a brief flicker of time, her laughter-clear melodic-was suddenly broken. "No, I actually want a baby girl," she joked, a sparkle dancing in her eye which almost dislodged the seriousness from our discussion. “ What sort of nonsense is this?" I asked myself as I sat there in silence. "Or baby, it would be a baby boy. So he could look exactly like you," she smirked. “Hey, hey, stop with
DREW.A tide of disbelieving cold rushed over me, followed by an onset of raw, violent fury. “You must be crazy for that!” I yelled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that had almost fallen about us. Without another word, without another glance, I abruptly turned; my vision again was blurred with a potent mix of rage and disbelief, and I drove off into the night, the image of her hand on her stomach seared into my mind.After all, I came home with the familiar weight of the front door against my back, a strange comfort as I leaned there.Finally, I opened the door with my hand since I was tipsy."I'm home", I declared, the words escaping my mouth turning into a drawn-out moan that hung in the air, swallowed by the unyielding silence of the empty hallway. I suddenly was washed over by a wave of realization. “Oh my God, it's late, " I said as a momentary thrust of guilt shot through the cloud still hovering in my head.“She must be sleeping. I said. Slowly and deliberately, I
DREW. A tide of disbelieving cold rushed over me, followed by an onset of raw, violent fury. “You must be crazy for that!” I yelled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that had almost fallen about us. Without another word, without another glance, I abruptly turned; my vision again was blurred with a potent mix of rage and disbelief, and I drove off into the night, the image of her hand on her stomach seared into my mind. After all, I came home with the familiar weight of the front door against my back, a strange comfort as I leaned there. Finally, I opened the door with my hand since I was tipsy. "I'm home", I declared, the words escaping my mouth turning into a drawn-out moan that hung in the air, swallowed by the unyielding silence of the empty hallway. I suddenly was washed over by a wave of realization. “Oh my God, it's late, " I said as a momentary thrust of guilt shot through the cloud still hovering in my head. “She must be sleeping. I said. Slowly and deliber
NINA.I woke up feeling completely exhausted with my body heavy from fatigue. "Yesterday was way too stressful," I said to myself almost whispering as I sat atop my bed nursing an idea concerning the new day. Then I swung my legs over the side of the bed toward its floor, my eyes fell on the tray with food, carefully lined with a letter on top. My heart jerked fast as I picked the letter up; it was filled with all the sweet words from my loving husband. "Good morning, my queen, I love you so much," it said, and every word radiated through the letter itself.A warm smile spread across my face as I just sat there cherishing and adoring. The very end made me think, "This is such an intentional man," my heart swelling in gratitude. I mean, how could I not be touched by that gesture in the form of starting my day right? I picked up the fork and started eating, chewing lovely bites of the delicious food that he prepared for me. My tongue danced with the flavor, while I felt my energy levels
NINA.My preparations to see Drew at our son's school were interrupted as I sat before the mirror, thoughts of Morel's disappearance taking over me. "Oh, poor Morel," I cried, images forming in my mind of every possible torture he might be going through, and I felt tears welling. "I can't imagine the torture you are going through, but Daddy and Mommy are coming to your rescue," I said, shaking emotionally. I walked to the wardrobe and, almost mindlessly, brought out a black dress for me to wear as I lost my focus.Buzz, zzz, my phone rang: the babes on the screen. Drew. I picked it up in an instant. "Hello, baby," I told him to try and sound normal. "My love, they're asking for ransom," he said tonelessly, worried and concerned. "Ransom? How? Why?" I asked, trying to clear my mind as I was flooded with a million questions."I don't know, they are asking for a ransom of about $30k," he said, breaking down in emotions adding to the already growing crisis. This is serious, I swole up and
DREW.I told her, with a stern voice but desperate eyes, "Woman, your sorry isn't a remedy or a solution; I want my son." Anger and frustration were boiling in me, brimming, ready to spill over anytime. The eyes of the Headmistress showed tears, reflecting the deep worry and concern etched on her face. "I will explain everything for you, sir, please just take it easy," she pleaded with a shaking voice."If you don't ease up on your temper, then nothing will be brought up in the discussion, and I ask you to now start telling us the beginning of everything." Williams remained very mild but rather firm. "Okay sir I will do just that, sir." She nodded her head and took every single bit of air that was left in the room. "The Grade 5A class went for a vacation," she started, hesitated, and then spoke in a very hesitant voice. "Vacation?" I asked, squinting in confusion. "Morel didn't inform me of that." After the vacation, the kids were allowed to get ice cream, and they all got into
ASHLEY.I said to Ezra, almost whispering, that "I think we should give Sandra the money, honey." I felt his hesitance, knowing that he wasn't completely sure about what was to happen, but knowing well that it would come to him in due course. "You think so?" was the incredulous inquiry he shot my way."Yeah, I think so," I said, in a very firm and resolute voice. I knew it was going to be a risk giving money to Sandra, yet it was what was needed if we were to protect our reputation and our relationship. "Fine, in such a case, you can call her and transfer the money," he said resignedly in a voice as if he had come to terms with everything."But that's way too much, sweetheart," He objected, raising his voice towards we. The asked for amount was exorbitant and I knew immediately that it would cripple our finances. "Yea, I know, but trust me, we're gonna make the money back," I said in a very convincing tone. I knew it was an investment well needed, a sacrifice we had to make for what m
DREW."Williams," I shouted at once with firmness and authority. He was like a friend to me too aside being my worker who had stood by my family through the years-The Code of Ethics has never been broken. "Yes, sir," Williams said calmly and respectfully, stepping lightly into the doorway."I want you to please escort me to my son's school," I instructed him in a controlled voice, allowing my mounting tension to spill into my thoughts. "I hope there's no problem, sir," he said, his voice imbued with concern behind my tones of restraint. He has known me long enough to read when something is the matter."No, I'm quite okay...," I tried calming myself down as well as possible, but it was far from true. My senses were being lost. I felt as if the invisible sea of uncertainty and fear was now surrounding me. "I'm losing my senses," I kept telling myself, my mind echoing the thought. I was falling apart, like the loosely woven threads of my once carefully structured world were now falling
NINA.My secluded room housed many objects that were all familiar to me-from furniture to decorations-as I sat, but my mind thronged everything of anxious thoughts and emotions. I did not know how to stop the auction and the gravity of my helplessness was upper leaning on me as if it were an actual force. I was scrolling through my phone, my fingers moving absently while I searched for a solution, but every path seemed to have an exclamation point at the end.I wanted to talk, to have someone listen about my worries about everything and if maybe that someone had some words to share: maybe, possibly, probably, that would work. That person would be Alex, friend and confidant, so I decided to call him. So, dialing the number, I did so while listening to my heart thunder before he would pick up his receiver.Answered on the first ring; his voice was as calm as "Hello," Alex said, tone very smoothing to frazzled nerves. "Alex," I finally greeted, almost a whisper. "Hi Laurel, how are you d
ASHLEY.Each and every slight word had been captured. I could feel myself being crushed under the weight of the world as I watched in horror as my brain was busy with thoughts of how everything could be ruined by this event, whilst at the back of my mind, I wondered how things could turn out, though the clarity of the audio allowed me to hear my very own husky, intimate voice talking to Ezra about the baby and the plans.Sandra could see my squirming, and her grin stretched even wider, her eyes twinkling with the flames of triumph. "You're just in trouble, Ashley," she said, with all the satisfaction in the world. "You're going to regret threatening me." And with that, she spun and walked off, leaving me standing there with sinking internal dread.I had to act fast because this audio needed to be kept away. The phone was out, and in a moment, calls were on the way to Ezra. My fingers quivered with urgency. "Ezra, it's Sandra," I said, as firmly as I could. "There's an audio of us. We
ASHLEY. Angrily, I walked to my office. The soft carpet muffled my footsteps as I tried in vain to calm myself down. "Why didn't Mr. Drew accept me?" I asked myself as I walked around the office, looking through the familiar surroundings with my mind wandering. But I mean, I've thrown myself at him probably a million times, he still wouldn't accept me, I thought, frustrated and disappointed. Why doesn't he see how much I care for him? How is it only me who recognizes him? While I stood there lost in thought, Ezra was calling. Ezra is my partner, and the biological father of the baby I bear in my womb. I took a deep breath and answered the phone, trying to stabilize myself. "Hey, love," I said back in a low tone, sounding calm and collected. Ezra's words were like an electric current running through my entire being. "We've got him," Ezra, my partner, said to me, his voice low, like some kind of menacing undertone. A chill ran all the way down my spine as I processed what he was sayi
DREW.I walked into the company where my attention was caught. The cleaner was smiling as she worked like bright sunshine across her face. "Good morning, sir," she said. Her voice was friendly enough and cheerful enough to glow holistically. I stood watching her for a while in a puzzle as to what must have been the cause for her smile.“What could have caused that smile?" I asked myself, curious about it.I stood there, she walked up to me and stretched her hand for a handshake. "Congratulations sir," she said, sparkling in her eyes as she did it. I confused myself since I found it utterly meaningless. "Congratulations for what?" I asked her with a confused look on my face."Are you not aware, sir?" she said, looking at me in a combination of shock and fun. I shook my head as if I had to shake off the doubt. "No, I'm not. What's the congratulations for? Did we snag a multi-million contract?" I asked, trying to figure out what exactly was her reason for congratulating me."No sir it's
NINA.With every passing moment, my disgust at the auction increased. These men, who pretended to be my father's fellow workers and friends, were now happy to buy his company, positively revelling in his downfall. How jubilantly they laughed, and this only fortified my determination to stop the auction. I thought fast and devised a plan for preventing the spurious acquisition of my family's company.I sat there, my mind racing with ideas and strategies, as the auction continued. The bidding heated up, and I could feel the thrill coursing through the participants. But I refused to give up. I was determined to find a way to halt the proceedings and secure my family's future.“I need to come up with an idea, " I told myself, as my mind raced with ideas, trying to come up with a plan to stop the auction. “I need to use laurel influence”, i thought. I paced the room in an agitated manner, softly padding my feet on the floor as I struggled to clear my mind for a way out.I tried to think o