MARCUSThe guy stood up and left. I saw his jaw tick and his fist clenched before he left.I would admit it. I had asked my driver to follow Nicole’s movement. I had been with her since she arrived at the bar. It was all just laughter and cruising between her and her friends.I was just hanging out in a corner, not bothering anyone, when I noticed a tall guy approaching Nicole. At first glance, he seemed like just an average guy and didn't seem to be a threat to me in terms of wealth or status.However, I couldn't help but feel a bit on edge when I saw him talking to her. So, I decided to wait and see how things played out. To my surprise, he didn't leave right away. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying her company and was visibly relieved by her presence.Nicole smiled and they both laughed at something one of them said. I didn't like that.Who was this guy? And what gave him the effrontery to be with my woman?I paused at that. Did I just say, my woman?Anyways I had to butt in, when
NICOLEMarcus leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, catching me off guard. For a moment, I was shocked and unsure of what to do. But then I felt a dizzying sensation and I gave in, kissing him back.As we continued to kiss, I became lost in the moment, making sloppy noises in the process. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away and there was only us.But then, as if a fog had lifted, I opened my eyes and saw a faint figure in the distance. It was Anthony, crumpling a coffee cup with his fist. His expression was one of anger and hurt, and without a word, he stormed off.Why was he so worked up?That was the last thought I had before I fell asleep on Marcus' shoulder and felt him carry me bridal style.****I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the window. I felt disoriented and confused, unable to remember how I had gotten here. I looked around and realized I was in a large bedroom, with plush furniture and elegant decor.As I trie
NICOLE“What are you doing here?” I asked narrowing my eyes at him.How did he even get my house address? I didn't mention it during our conversation yesterday so how did he locate my place?“That is no way to welcome a guest. Would you at least let me in, I've been waiting at the doorstep since” he said.I couldn't believe his nerves. I glared at him for a moment before finally knocking on the door to let us in. Nina was inside, and I couldn't wait to see her reaction about this unexpected guest.“Who was the guy that dropped you off? I thought you said you were single,' he asked.'Did I mention he was my boyfriend?' I retorted. 'What's it to you anyways?''I saw you kiss him last night,' he said.I gritted my teeth, trying to contain my frustration. Why was he so interested in my love life? I ignored him and knocked on the door for the second time, hoping that Nina would answer soon."At the second knock, Nina opened the door and we were greeted with the sight of her having honey a
NICOLE“Would you be my girlfriend again? Let's start from the beginning” he said and I looked at him, vicious anger welling up in my throat.“How dare you, Anthony? How dare you walk into my house five years after you broke my heart and tell me you’re sorry you want to fix it?” I said angrily and Anthony flinched. Tears rushed back into my eyes as I remembered the details of that day.**FLASHBACK**“Anthony!” I yelled as I entered the room. Anthony was laid there, naked,his dick in another girl’s mouth.“What the fuck? Haven’t I told you to always knock before you enter?” Anthony yelled angrily and I flinched.He stopped the girl and asked her to go, so that he would call her back. I stood there transfixed, not knowing what to say, my head and heart numb, from intricate shock.“Anthony, what is the meaning of this?” I asked, my voice low and weak.Anthony said nothing but tied himself with a towel.“Anthony, I’m talking to you, for Christ’s sake! What is the meaning of what I just sa
MARCUSAs I stood there, I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of me by my door stood Mariella Knowles, my ex-girlfriend and my first love. Even after all these years, she still looked as stunning as ever. She was dressed in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her long legs were accentuated by a pair of high heels that added a few extra inches to her already impressive height.She was a successful fashion model, and it showed in her poise and confidence.However, our relationship had ended on a sour note. Mariella had left me during a time when I was struggling with a heart disease. It was a difficult period, and she couldn't handle the stress of being with someone who wasn't healthy. She had told me that it was affecting her mental health, and she had to leave.In her words, she didn't want to be with a sick boy.I was heartbroken when she had left me, and it took me a long time to move on. That phase of my life is something I don't like to think abou
NICOLE The woman's peculiar stare was making me feel uneasy. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something about the way she was looking at me just didn't sit right. So, I decided to speak up and ask if we had met before."Excuse me? Have we met before?" I asked her, hoping for some clarification.To my surprise, she gasped and replied, "Don't you recognize me?"I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to recall if I had ever encountered her before. But I couldn't seem to place her face. At this point, I started to worry that this woman was trying to cause some kind of scene.“I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."Mariella's eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down. "You must be the new flavor of the month," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.I felt a surge of anger rise within me, but I tried to keep my cool. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're trying to say," I replied, trying to keep my voice even.Mariella let out a laugh, the sound sharp and bitter. "Oh, come on. Ma
Third PersonNicole leaned against Marcus on the couch in his living room and turned to him with a curious expression. "I'm interested to know, what was your relationship with her like?" she asked.Marcus paused, considering his response.He was aware that Nicole had doubts about his ex-girlfriend and he didn't want to say anything that would upset her or cause problems in their relationship. He took a deep breath before replying. "She was the reason why I never had any serious commitment with anybody else. I just couldn't bring myself to trust anyone after what happened between us." Marcus finally replied.Nicole felt a sense of sadness wash over her. She could see the pain in Marcus's eyes as he spoke about Mariella. Mariella had really hurt him.Nicole reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently."I'm sorry," She said softly. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you."Marcus turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Thank you," he said. "It means a lot
MARCUSI had promised to take Nicole out on a Spa date. It was just my way of relieving her of any worry she might have.I was waiting for her when she appeared in a simple, knee-length light blue dress made of soft cotton material. She paired the dress with a pair of strappy sandals, and her hair styled in loose waves that cascade down her shoulders.It was simple yet flattering"You look stunning tonight," I said, taking in all her features."Thank you, but I'm just wearing something simple." She put her head down and her hair covered the faint blush on her cheeks."It's not the clothes that make you beautiful, it's the way you carry yourself."She chuckled, "You always know the right thing to say."I grinned back at her and replied, "I just speak from the heart." With that, I led her out of the house and towards the car park.As we arrived, my driver rushed to open the door for us. However, I stopped him and instead walked around to the other side of the car to open the door for Ma
"Daddy! Daddy! How does it look?"My eyes shifted from the desk to the little princess In front of me, she was holding her canvas and her eyes were glittering with so much love and hope, I never thought I would melt at such beauty but ever since I met Nicole, things changed.I was amazed at her realistic creation painting, it was a plant growing from the earth and it looked like I was watching it happen live."It's…" I paused for a while, pulling her closer to me. Ellie's eyes dulled and so her posture slacked with her emotional change."You don't like it?" It was almost a whimper before I scoffed."Ellie, I love it! It's so beautiful I wasn't able to comprehend it. It's something your mom would have painted." I smiled at her and she set the canvas down before jumping on my lap, "she'll be proud.""Do you think she's going to come back?" The question always stung my heart, I didn't have the answer to it, I've always had a solution for every problem, except for this one."Yes, she will
NICOLE “If you think some superhero is going to swoop in and save your sorry asses, then you thought wrong," Mariella sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.We were holed up in an underground house, a safe haven turned into a grim prison. Ellie and I sat huddled on the floor, our hair disheveled, our clothes stained and torn.Mariella paced around the room like she owned the place, her hand confidently planted on her hips. She chewed her gum obnoxiously, the sound echoing through the tense air.“Now that I think about it," she said, her words laced with cruel calculation. "How much should I sell you both for? Let's leave the little girl out of it. You, my dear, are worth way more than her. You're a package deal, two for the price of one."I instinctively placed my hand on my belly, a protective gesture that seemed to amuse Mariella. She let out a mocking laugh as she observed my action."Aww, Marcus' little heir is in there, huh? Poor baby," she sneered, scrunching down to my lev
MARCUSI sat at the dimly lit bar, swirling the drink in my hand, my mind wandered to Vicky. She had been nothing but kind to me. I prayed she was still alive, hoping that fate had spared her from the clutches of the child trafficking ring. I felt responsible for her since she had no one else to help her.She had no family or friends and she looked to me like a brother.My concerns deepened as the realization struck that I hadn't heard from Nicole in days. The last time we spoke was when I called and she informed me that she now had the company of a little girl at home.I was happy with that. At least she won't be lonely and would have someone to talk to. Even if it was just a child.I tried calling her number a few times, but it was unreachable. The bar had started to empty out, leaving only a rowdy group of girls. From the moment I arrived, I could feel their eyes on me, but I did my best to ignore their glances.As the place grew practically deserted, I couldn't help but notice o
NICOLE The police were still trying to trace Mariella’s location, yet nothing has been found. It was as if she was no longer on planet earth.I was trying to finish up another of my paintings that I had started a few days back. I was hoping to go donate it at the orphanage. These past weeks I've grown accustomed to visiting the place. Marcus came in and peeped at my work, nodding his head in approval. “You’re almost done”I smiled, “Yes I am. It just needs some finishing touches”“I'm going to the police station to see how far they've gone with the investigation, I'll be back in a few days” he said, stroking my back.“Alright. Be good” I watched Marcus leave the room, his footsteps fading away as he made his way toe find Vicky.With a sigh, I turned my attention back to my painting.Hours passed, and my painting finally took its final form.I stepped back to admire it. It was a depiction of a serene meadow, with blooming flowers and a radiant sunset in the background.I prepared to l
MARCUSAll three of us sat at the dining table, the aroma of freshly cooked waffles and sausages filling the air. I had woken up early, determined to mend the strained atmosphere with a delicious breakfast. Nicole, however, was still giving me the silent treatment, her expression somber as she pushed her food around her plate.The tension was palpable, and I could feel my own discomfort growing with each passing second. It seemed like an eternity until Vicky decided to break the ice.“Nicole," Vicky spoke up, her voice soft but pleading. Nicole looked up, her eyes meeting Vicky's gentle gaze. "Yeah?""I understand that you might be upset, but please don't take it all out on Marcus. He was just trying to help me”Nicole let out a sigh and muttered, "Don't worry about it. We're cool." But her dismissive tone revealed that she wasn't cool at all. She finished eating in silence, abruptly standing up from the table and leaving me and Vicky behind.Vicky let out a disappointed sigh, her ta
MARCUSRight now me and Nicole were sitting next to each other, and Mia was sitting across from us at the station. There was this barricade thing separating us.Nicole, being her stubborn self, had insisted that we take care of Mia's kid. And I had no choice but to go along with it. What else could I do? Nicole can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be.“Thank you both so much for forgiving me and forgetting the past. I don’t know how else I can thank you, but I really appreciate your effort” Mia clasped her hands together. Her nose was a bit swollen due to her condition, she was probably in her third Trimester while Nicole was in her second.“It’s fine. We are more than happy to help” Nicole beamed at her.I nodded in agreement, offering a smile to Mia. "Absolutely, Mia. We understand that people make mistakes, and we believe in giving second chances."She reached out to touch her swollen belly. "This baby means the world to me. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make thing
NICOLEShe did a double take. “Nicole? What a surprise. I didn't know you were coming” Well, I didn't know it was going to be your house too. I pressed my lips together, attempting to regain composure. "Lovely home," I managed to say, glancing around at the interior."You're already drenched from the rain. Come, let me change you into a comfortable outfit," she offered, guiding me towards her room located down the hallway.So Marcus had sneaked out of the house to come to visit Vicky. I was getting closer to the answer but I didn't like how it was headed.Her room was big and painted in lavender. A cozy armchair was placed near a bookshelf. Nearby, a small vanity table displayed a collection of antique perfume bottles, a hand mirror, and a hairbrush.“You can take your seat over there” she gestured to the armchair and walked into her walk-in closet. After a moment, she emerged with this loose fitting dress and handed it to me.“Here," she said, passing me the clothes. "Put these on
NICOLE “Ms. Nicole?" the little voice called out, unsure. I looked down and recognized Ellie, the little girl I had met at the art gallery previously.What was she doing out here alone?I grinned. "Hey, Ellie. We meet again. How are you?""I'm fine. I'm so happy to see you," she smiled brightly. That was when I noticed the frame she was holding, wrapped in brown paper."What are you doing here all by yourself?"She gestured to the frame she was holding. It was a wonder how she was able to carry it alone. "Oh, I came to donate this work of art.""Really? That's so thoughtful of you," I said, holding her hands in mine and helping her carry the painting. "Come on, let's go submit it, and after that, we can get some ice cream. How does that sound?""Perfect!" she cheered. Together, we walked to the front desk, and I assisted her in signing her name before we dropped off the painting.I was still surprised that a girl of her age could come all the way to the orphanage without a guardian.
NICOLE“What is he doing here?" I poked the window of my car as I saw my husband standing at the entrance of some strange house. His composure seemed anxious and though I was no detective, he looked like he was about to do something shady.A figure opened the door and it looked like it was wearing a robe. A woman? Was it Vicky??I tried to look closer but I couldn't see her face, his body language softened when she opened the door and she let him in.Marcus was with another woman."No, I can't be thinking like this." I relaxed my back in the chair as I rubbed my temples, there was no way he could be cheating, not after everything we have been through but why would he choose to hide this from me? What was the big deal that he couldn't tell me he needed to see someone at 2 am?Oh.Realization dawned on me and I kicked the ignition, I needed to get home,he could come out at any time and he was a better driver. I revved the engine and off I was. The road was free, everyone was at home