All movements ceased, as all heads turned to Nicki at the door. She was in the same dress she wore to his office in the morning. From the heavy rise and fall of her chest, it was obvious she rushed down there. Someone had tipped her. Lily stood beside her, the end of her lips turned up in a sneer. Their presence in the studio spelt doom for everyone present. Avery hid behind Michael, doing her all to steer clear of Nick's burning gaze. She wasn't sure if Michael would take her side, but it seemed like the smartest move she could come up with. Michael scrunched his brows at the two women, staring longer at Lily who clearly had no business with them in the studio. Originally, Nicki was the muse of the shoot, so her presence was not unwelcomed. 'What in the third heavens is Lily doing with Nicki?' he scowled. He knew all of Nicki's friends, and Lily was not one. Nicki was picky with her choice of friends. Her close companions were the richest of the rich. "I ask again, why was I
It was a tossing game for Michael. Sleep evaded him. He panted for air like a thirsty traveler in the heart of the Sahara. Avery's words kept him up all night. Her broken voice reverberated within his skull, wailing loud and loud till he was forced to open his eyes. He sat up on his bed and rested his back on the head board. The sky, moonless and motionless, stared back at him through the curtained windows. Cracking his neck, he glanced at the digital clock on the wall, opposite his bed. "2:00 am," he groaned, wiping both hands across his face. Pedro would have listened to his rants, but he did not want to disturb his sleep with his wife. Yes, Pedro is married. He married Veleta, his college sweetheart. Good for them. "I'm done!" Avery's teary voice crowded his mind as he bundled the white bedspread to a corner angrily, releasing his naked legs and chest to the cold. Jumping to his feet, Michael strolled the length of his room, sourcing a solution to the imposed insomnia.
Avery regretted shaking hands with the devil. Michael made her life a living hell. For a week long, she could barely point at anything significant she did that was work related. It had been series of irrelevant errands; from serving coffee numerous times to photocopying documents she very well knew was Michael's scheme to wear her thin. He sometimes ordered her to dance sensually with one of the mannequins- and that, without musical accompaniment. Did she do it? Yes, she did. Anything for the pay check... The stroke that broke the camel's back was Michael eating her lunch, which was her only means of survival. He'd devour her lunch, leaving no bit in the thermos. He won't let her have a separate office too. He set up a desk and chair inside his commodious office and called it her office. 'Just perfect. Now, I have to get used to seeing the punk's face every day,' she'd mused. 'He won't let me breath and he won't let me have my own office!' It was lunch time again. Michael h
The weight of the question forced a deep breath out of Micheal. Of all the questions to ask. He relaxed his hands, letting them drop on Avery's lap. Since her confrontation with Avery, Nicki had gone MIA on him. Her number had been unreachable and all efforts to get across to her proved abortive. Even after Michael's hold on her had slacken, Avery remained on his lap. Peering into his eyes, she asked again, "what would Nicki think if she caught me sitting on your lap?" Michael had no place for love. To get rich was his ultimate goal. Growing up in the orphanage, climbing the social ladder was the peak of his dreams. Michael didn't know, but Avery had effortlessly broken through those boundaries. Meeting Avery had turned his life upside down. The more he tried to shake her off his skin, the closer she became. Hating her had been a waste of time too. No! This has to fucking stop! For his sake, he must repress these weird emotions and focus on the primary objective. "You reall
The rest of the day dragged on, suffocating Avery of space. To say she was pissed was putting it mildly. Thinking straight was out of the book, when Nicki made it clear that her arrival was far from being a social call. She'd come to dash all her hopes of having Michael against a rock. One time, she was on his lap, smoothing the lapel of his suit. Another time, they were laughing at some inside joke Avery was sure had everything to do with her. Releasing a sharp sigh, she tore her gaze from them and brought it to her desk. Her lunch- the same lunch Michael hijacked from her- stared back at her, cold and abandoned. Her appetite withered below the surface, buried beneath the weight of their mocking laughter and hushed remarks. "I know, right?!" She sealed the thermos tight and wrapped the half-eaten bread in the brown paper bag that had Adam's Delight boldly printed on it. "They're a pain in the ass. Jerks. Good riddance to bad nonsense." Dragging the lunch box from the corner o
In this little world of cutting edge glimmer and glamour, the villain and the heroes were really not difficult to tell apart. People like Nicki pitched their tent with the former; the vile antagonist that must be snuffed out of the hero's way. She lost her appetite and mentally face palmed. The day was almost over and she was yet to have a decent meal, but she had to force-fed herself, to keep alive to last the night. She half expected Michael to fight for her. Maybe not in the real sense of defending her hero style. A little reprimand from him would have put Nicki in her place. Instead, he kept mute and focused on his plate. Despite the cold, Avery's forehead gathered beads of perspiration. Her palms were clammy and her nervous system felt like it'd breakdown the next minute. "Hi,'' a lively high-pitched voice broke the awkward moment. Avery didn't have to look up to know she was one of Nicki's friends. The raven-haired lady was model quality- tall, slender, high cheek bones
Michael had been quiet for a reason- from the drive to the hall, through Nicki's verbal and emotional assaults on Avery. Whatever he said in Avery's favor would compound her problems, and he did not want her derided in a place she was scared to be in the first place. Initially, his master plan entailed making Avery jealous of Nicki, thereby, breaking her for his smooth entry. Everything was going on fine, until Nicki made an open show of embarrassing her. All hell finally broke loose when his past came knocking. Shawn Foxx is back! Shawn, Michael, and Pedro belonged to the same clique. They were friends-used to be- until tragedy struck. After the chaotic prom night that got tongues wagging and the headlines ringing, Shawn left Empire City without a scent. Together with Pedro, he went to Shawn's duplex after the incident to find out what happened. They ransacked every nook to get a trace of where he could have gone, but nothing gave him away, save a small note they found on the
Avery's heart was beating in her ears. She didn't understand why her hands were shaking or why she wanted that ground to open up and swallow her when Michael kissed Nicki. Michael and her were nothing; their relationship was undefined. But she could not help feeling affected- offended- by the sight. He lied to her about the status of their relationship. He even made up a convincing back story, and she'd swallowed it hook, line and sinker. He played her. He fucking played her! She was pained for falling head deep into his bullshit. Had Nicki not interrupted them, back in the office, she was about doing what she promised herself she wouldn't do- giving up her virginity on his desk. More than that, she hated herself for believing him. She let her guard down, which would never happen again. "Can I have your attention, ladies and gents?" The Master of Ceremony tapped the microphone, catching everyone's attention. "The program is about to begin and I want us to settle down in our
Shawn opened the mini refrigerator and took out a bottle for Aubrey, a new product, home to Cleveland. Avery decided she'd not accept the wine if he offered her a glass. She could not trust someone who threatened to harm a pregnant woman and her unborn child. He pressed his thumb on the glove compartment and it slid inward, revealing four sets of wine glasses. Taking out two glasses, he filled them halfway and presented a glass to Avery. Avery shook her head, withdrawing farther from him. She'd be damned to take the cup.When he saw Avery would not accept the drink, he took a sip from both cups and swallowed. "If I wanted to hurt you, I'd do it to your face," he shrugged. "So, are you gonna take the drink or not?""No, thanks." Avery remained adamant. "I'm good.""Suit yourself." Shawn mumbled. He emptied her glass in one full swig, gulping noisily. "Hmmm. An exquisite taste from the vines of Empires own winery. I misjudged the drink by the bottle," he raised the wine bottle to his
"I'm not sure he's coming," Avery sighed, her hopes sinking to the bottom of the ocean. "He's still mad at me."Avery was worried now. Three hours had passed, yet, Michael's number was unreachable. She dialed his phone the umpteenth time, tapping her foot against the floor. Switched off...again.'Ahhh!' she screamed internally. At a point, she thought of going to the office. Most people occupy themselves with work to manage stress and trauma. She caused him both; she was to blame for everything."He'll come around," Beatrice assured. They finished cooking two hours ago. After packing up her mother's ration in a stainless food flask, she stuffed a bigger flask with Michael's portion portion. Avery refused to taste the meal until she saw or heard from Michael. She finally managed to take a bite as Beatrice would not let her step out of the house on an empty stomach. "He's probably caught up in a meeting. Relax and keep a positive mind." Avery and Beatrice sat in the living room, wait
Michael summoned the rest of the team to the basement. The meeting was impromptu, but a potential threat had invaded his space, and he couldn't sit back and watch his city burn to the ground. After what the thug told him and Zephyr, standing by would be disastrous. "I sincerely hope you didn't pull me out of work to plan a surprise party. I had to bribe Craig with my lunch to cover up for me again." Pedro feigned annoyance, taking the chair behind the line of computers. He never jokes with his lunch, especially the ones made by Beatrice. Michael learned that the hard way. "Who am I tracking?" "You're not tracking anybody," Michael sighed, peeling an apple with a switch knife. Belinda stood beside the monitors, imitating a no nonsense shield agent. Michael gave her a curt nod to acknowledge her presence. "At least not yet." "Where's Zephyr," Belinda asked. "Is he on an official assignment?" Michael sliced through the apple and popped a quarter into his mouth. "Kinda. Remember t
"You said that to him?!" Beatrice exclaimed, holding a rolling pin. "Oh girl, that's not a way to talk to someone who has been so kind to you." Avery leaned against the kitchen island. She and Beatrice were in aprons, making brown bread and oyster soup. Her mother had requested she brought her favorite to her when next she came visiting. As fate would have it, she found a bag of oysters in the deep freezer, Beatrice had bought out of necessity. Coincidentally, she knew someone who loved the same food. She recalled their days in his office when they enjoyed relative peace. He fought her over ownership of her food, and gobbled them, smacking his lips...and her ass. Her countenance fell as she chopped the rosemary leaves. Her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep. She couldn't sleep a wink all night. It was cold and empty within empty- the same Michael she almost went rogue for. Funny how, ironically, she pushed him out of her room like he meant nothing to her. While thinking of how
"Fuck!" The thugs screamed. "You broke my good wrist! What kind of a monster are you?"Avery's hatred for him had set an untamed monster loose. When pushed against a hard surface, holding back would be a miracle."A monster on the prowl, thirsty for blood."Michael sent another knuckle-duster punch across his face, tearing both flesh and bone. His hands and singlet were stained in blood. Sprinkles of blood dotted his face. Two, out of the thugs, were dead, ready for cremation.They burn the bodies of their dead prisoners to erase evidences that might give them away. For five years, they have been able to run a clean operation, devoid of mistakes. Zephyr took care of the burning process, turning all evidence to ash.However, a new police detective just arrived in town. Rumours had it that he was diligent in his job, leaving no stone unturned. The astute rookie posed a great threat to the team. A minor mistake could expose their clandestine operations and permanently shut them down.For
Michael and patience cannot be put in the same sentence. As the rain torrented, firing bullets of water against the windows, he grew restive. Dr Tancredi left him and Dianne in the ward to attend to another patient. He paced the floor, praying fervently for the rain to stop. He didn't remember when he prayed last. Sister Martha told them in the orphanage that no matter how far a person is from God, God is never far from them. All it takes is a genuine call to Him, and he'd answer. Facing the window, he strung few words he recalled from Sister Martha's prayers during devotion. He didn't ask for much. He asked that Avery be safe, and that the rain hold its peace, because it was stopping him from getting to Avery. Ever since he confirmed Dianne's health status, he had been itching to leave the hospital. Frustrated, he brought out his phone from his pocket. If he expected God to overlook his imperfections, he had it coming. He gave up waiting for a miracle and chose to dial Avery's
Eight hours ago...Michael stepped out of the Italian restaurant. Above him was a bed of heavy grey clouds, floating with a promise of a heavy downpour. Taking in a long pull of the fresh air, he sauntered to his bobber. The air was cooler, compared to the compressed one inside the restaurant. The restaurant would get a one star review from him. They were misinformed that they were coming to a brothel. Though, Michael would never pass off a good opportunity to release some fluid, Clara rubbed off on him the wrong way. Bad customer service. Repulsive attendant behavior. Dirty party tricks... It officially marked the end of his visit to the restaurant.Dismissing his anger, he returned to the distress at hand."How do I get in undetected?" The mission may appear simple to an ignorant spectator- confirm Dianne is safe. What skipped their mind was that there was neither a simple or difficult mission. Anything could go wrong at any fucking time, which meant roughly fifteen year minimum
"Nooo!" Avery jerked with a start, covered in a reservoir of sweat. The top of her plain tee was soaking wet, despite the cool weather. It was raining cats and dogs, the stone drops pelting down in torrents. It took her a while to recall where she was. Lighthouse Hospital... the Italian restaurant... Pedro... Nicki and Shawn... Pedro's house. She was sleeping in the guest room, until a bloody nightmare ruined her sleep, scaring the shit out of her."Michael!" Her chest heaved, rising and falling at a fast pace. It was pitch black outside. Thunder clapped, ripping through the rain drops followed by a sheet of lighting highlighting the naked street. Taking her mind away from the rain, she spotted the bedside clock on the nightstand, ticking rhythmically. 2. a. m.The first thing that came to her mind was to call Michael. Her hands and lips trembled, like a junkie needing a fix. She rolled the quilt aside and moved to the edge of the bed, turning on the lampshade to find her bearing
Pedro's house is what you would describe as simple and cozy. Surrounded by a white picket fence and a garden on both sides of the walkway, the bungalow resembled a humble abode curled out from the countryside. Light poured from the porch, illuminating the step and the door. Being a gentleman, Pedro opened the door and ushered her into his house."Babe, are you home?" Pedro called from the foyer, as he pulled his shoes, dragging his suitcase with him. Avery got rid of her sneakers and followed Pedro into a warm living room filled the aroma of curry and fried chicken. A glass center table stood in the middle of the main area, surrounded by a collection of black leather cushions. The TV was on; but not too loud. The host was talking about some natural disaster happening in the Middle East. "I'm in the kitchen!" That would be Pedro's wife."Babe, meet Avery, Michael's..." Pedro zoned out, unsure of the right term to describe her and Michael's relationship."Secretary," she waved at the