MONIQUE
โEverything seemed to happen so swiftly from yesterday because after Gina got me ready for my interview and checking out staff, she left and Maria walked in. "Good to see you again, lady Monique." The dress she was wearing practically had the same pattern and style as she wore yesterday and it got me thinking for a second if it was all she wore. If things went further--which I was so fucking terrified of, I wondered if it was going to be mandatory for me to wear those outdated things which they called clothes. Okay, maybe they weren't outdated, but it just wasn't my style. "Good to see you to Maria. How are you?" I managed to ask, trying so damn hard not to seem rude because, in this type of setting, news spread the fastest. Even without the media having much to do around here. "I came here to ask if you were going to be comfortable interviewing here. I know you're the type that likes your personal space.""Definitely. We can do it here.""That is great because the people who want to work in the cleaning division are here already and they're at the entrance. Should I bring them in?" I nodded and all she had to do was clap her hands before a lot of people began to walk in and suddenly, I couldn't handle it anymore. It felt like they were invading my personal space, whereas I was the one who gave her permission to bring them in. They were numerous and it was hard to count, but all I knew was that the ladies were more than the men. Judging by just appearance, I assumed that the age range between the women were ages eighteen to forty while for the men, there was a young boy who looked below eighteen there, probably fifteen or sixteen so the youngest of the males was maybe that age while the oldest was about fifty. I swore on my life that merely looking at them triggered something in me and I wanted to rush toward to toilet and just puke. It wasn't disgusting, not at all. It was hard to say what exactly it was. Or maybe my anxiety had just been triggered to the maximum level today. I couldn't hold it anymore and so before anyone of them could speak, I clutched tightly unto my belly and ran to the toilet before opening the cover and puking. By this time tomorrow, the rumor around would probably be that I was pregnant which honestly speaking, not a single ounce of the blame was going to be on them. If I were in their shoes, I would think the same thing. I washed my face and returned a while later, feeling even all the more uncomfortable but I was determined to go through this. Once the whole interview shit was over, I planned on sleeping the whole day. That would only increase their suspicions of me being pregnant, but I cared not. "Are you okay?" Maria was first to welcome me with a question the moment I got back from my little trip to the toilet. They all introduced themselves one by one. I could tell that it was obvious I paid no attention as I sat on the couch and they watched me. Twenty, thirty, forty minutes, maybe even an hour had gone by and I'd been dozing off and waking up back. I felt bad for the people that were dependent on me for employment because they'd seen what was happening when they were trying to introduce themselves and give me a little about their history, not as if I cared anyways. Everyone had now left and then I heard sounds of someone staggering like the person had been running for a while and I could hear pants as well. Maria and I had a little discussion about the ones I was choosing. I told her I was going to need some time to think about it. Bummer! I probably was just going to pick randomly. Another news that I expected to circulate after I appointed new staff was probably that lady Monique was playing favorites. How the fuck would I play favorites when I wasn't familiar with anybody. Fuck them. "Shit! Sorry, I'm late."My attention got snatched away and I focused on the person in front of me. I was never interested in this interview shit, but I became all the more interested. I could focus on nothing except the person standing right in front of me. Even Maria stopped in her tracks on her way out. "My lady, I'm so sorry. Pardon me please." He went ahead to go on his knees to plead and I tried to tell him to get up, but the words got stuck in my throat so I use my fingers to signal to him."What is your name?" I said, wanting to hear that British accent again. "Marcus, my lady."Oh, okay, Marcus. I cleared my throat so my expressions weren't going to be so obvious. "What exactly is it that you do?" "I cook." He nodded. "I cook and bake and I'd be very honored if you gave me the chance to prove how good I am. I know I'm late, but I could make it up."Fuck. Why did those words sound some type of way to me?About a foot taller than I was, blonde hair that needed a cut so badly, boots that had seen better days. His white shirt had stains on them and it wasn't buttoned up so I could catch a few glances of chest hair if he didn't already know that I was checking him out. "And Marcus, how exactly do you plan on proving it to lady Monique?" Maria chipped in when I failed to say anything. "Whoever is making her meal tonight, tell he or she to stop. I'll make her something." "That sounds like a good start," Maria said, bobbing her head as if she'd just heard the good news. "What did you say your name was again?" I knew that his name was Marcus, I just wanted to hear him say it. "Marcus, my lady. Marcus Blacksmith."Fuck.I'd sworn so much today both internally and externally and Marcus Blacksmith was the cause.๐๐๐๐๐๐๐"I swear, lady Monique. It was so good." Gina was telling me about some crazy show she watched during the afternoon hours, but Lord knew I paid her no attention. I was waiting, waiting patiently for a knock on my door. My countenance, and the way my body moved was very much evident of that fact, but once it came to her favorite shows, Gina didn't give a care in the world if one was listening or not. All she required of you was that you be there, although she did get mad if she she asked you a question about her supposed show and you couldn't answer it. I failed to realize that Gina had been calling my name for a while and it was until she clapped in my face before I left the state of trance that I was in. "Lady Monique?" She snapped her fingers this time around, the tip of her middle finger and her thumb clashing. "Yes." I shook my head and used my hand to wipe my face. "Is everything alright?""I'm good, Gina, it's just the regular mood swings. With time, I'd be fi
MONIQUE โ"I always admired it because of you and I've wanted to do it for the longest, but I doubt it'll look good on me.""You're literally so pretty and you're still very young. Now's the time to dye your hair as many colors as you wish to." I said to Gina as I dropped my phone on the nightstand, the same hand running through my silky hair before I pressed my lips together. She was telling me about how she'd always admired my black hair and how she wanted to dye her hair black because of me. Gina was only twenty-three. I was thirteen years older than she was. She could do whatever she liked to her body since her days were still very long. As for me, people would cock their eyebrows if I stepped out in any color that was different from my natural hair color. I'd never been the crazy type in terms of hair. "Nah, it can't be compared to yours, though. Lady Monique, you don't even look thirty yet. I hope to age like you." "Why does it feel like you'
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โTime went by so quickly and the next thing I knew, I found myself sitting on the stool next to Father's throne with the noblemen dispersed on stools left and right. It all felt like a nightmare again. Once upon a time, I was feeling good, but now I just felt like an absolute piece of shit. Worthless and inconsequential. This time around, I was the one that was supposed to start the meeting and so I opened my mouth to speak and when nothing made its way out, I pressed my lips together. I doubted if I was going to be able to do this. This was an example of what happened when someone was put on a pedestal. I was under so much pressure that if it could kill, I'd have died a long time ago. "Hello." I cleared my throat and managed to say when they'd been looking at me for so long, I thought their eyes might burrow into my soul and discover my darkest secrets. "Good day, Lady Monique." They greeted, their tone sounding as if they'd been
MONIQUE โJust when I thought the problems in my life couldn't get any worse than they already were, they really did get worse and what was I supposed to do? Probably cry myself to bed all night. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my chest so it fell and stopped at my thighs before walking out of the bathroom, water droplets wetting the marble floor in the process. I looked around me and it was empty--like I was expecting someone at all. I'd told Gina to go have fun and be happy since she'd been with me most times due to what happened at the last meeting with the noblemen--I was never forgetting that shit. I went into details about it all to her and it led to her being so protective of me. I laughed at the thought of that because truth be told, there was nothing Gina could do to alter anything. Not even I. Yes, I had so much money and so much fucking power that it was enough to rule the people, but around here, that wasn't how t
MONIQUE โJust when I thought the problems in my life couldn't get any worse than they already were, they really did get worse and what was I supposed to do? Probably cry myself to bed all night. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my chest so it fell and stopped at my thighs before walking out of the bathroom, water droplets wetting the marble floor in the process. I looked around me and it was empty--like I was expecting someone at all. I'd told Gina to go have fun and be happy since she'd been with me most times due to what happened at the last meeting with the noblemen--I was never forgetting that shit. I went into details about it all to her and it led to her being so protective of me. I laughed at the thought of that because truth be told, there was nothing Gina could do to alter anything. Not even I. Yes, I had so much money and so much fucking power that it was enough to rule the people, but around here, that wasn't how t
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ"Hello, lady Monique!" A voice that I believed was very displeasing to the ear, mixed with a British accent from the thickest part of England was heard. Do not get me wrong, I was a whore for accents, British ones especially and most principally, Marcus Blacksmith's accent. Sometimes I'd be having panic attacks and all I had to do was try and recall what his voice sounded like and everything would get rectified. "Do I know you?" I stepped into the throne room, the heels on my feet making it obvious that Monique Jenkins was in there. I wasn't impressed at all by what I saw. A man, about five feet and ten inches tall-- only about four inches above my five feet six inches--he was nothing compared to Marcus. Marcus was almost a foot taller than I was--with tousled brown hair(another uninteresting factor when compared to Marcus's sexy, blonde hair). All sorts of birthmarks peppered his skin. His pointed nose was an indication that h
MONIQUE โThe flush toilet had become a very good companion of mine during my mental breakdowns. Now was a moment I needed it. As soon as I got to my room, I rushed into the toilet, knelt, and threw up. It was never-ending as the puke kept rising and rising from inside me. Nobody had ever said that to me and never had any reason arisen for me to be body-shamed. I placed one hand on the seat while I placed the other on my stomach--my favorite position to vomit, and I let it all out. I spent the rest of the day confined to my room because I was not ready to deal with anybody's shit. The day I'd decided to be happy was when some idiot body-shamed me so I thought it'd be good to just be alone. I tried to do various things to pass time, but my mind kept going to that moment where he called me fat and a pig. Was that really how everyone here saw me? I decided to do some office work even though my mind wasn't there. About an hour passed and I reac
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โMerely staring at him made my head spin and my panties soak, just like now.It was one of those days I told another worker to inform him that he'll make my meal. My eyes followed every movement of his hands, how his muscles flexed beneath the white shirt he wore--I'd never seen him wear anything other than that color of shirt and I had to say that it was all the words to describe hot--if I could, I'd tell him to wear nothing with the exception of that color of shirt, and of course, him being naked would crown it all. It only made me want him all the more. He dropped my platter on the nightstand and was about to walk away. I was told that it was because I hadn't been here for long that I was allowed to eat in my room--like they could tell me what the fuck I could and could not do--well, they literally did. Father usually ate in the large dining hall downstairs--or so, I was told. Honestly, I saw no point in that since I was going
MARCUS Being back in the United States felt unbelievable. I'd only been gone for a few days, but it felt as though I'd been gone for six months. Life was panning out well. I'd gotten to know Monique so well that I read her like an open book now. She didn't need to complete some of her statements before I knew what it was. We definitely were soul mates. Our future wasn't something we'd both sat down to ever discuss, but we knew we were spending the rest of our lives togetherโthat one was insured, it was a matter of timing. Just when I was thinking about her, she walked in for a bit before stopping at the door, her hand stretching and holding the door frame as though if she didn't, she'd lose support, and break a bone. I was stunned by her position. "What?" I asked her, smiling. "What the shirt says, you dummy." My eyes landed on her shirt, and it said 'Marry me, Marcus'. Cross my heart, if I could faint, wake up and faint again, I was going to do so. What the fuck was this life
Two Months Laterโฆ MONIQUE " It's really fucked up, G. " I said, shaking my head and still caught up in the shock of seeing her. It had been almost four months. "I'm an asshole, I know, but I'm so fucking sorry."Looking at Gina kneeling before me right now, there was nothing I could do. Something in me so badly wanted to hate her for abandoning me for almost two months, but I couldn't just bring myself to oblige. Yes, she did abandon me, but my mind went back to the times before the abandonment. To the beautiful memories we shared. I was guessing there was a limit to the extent she could go for me. She'd always told me that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, but the day we trusted humans was the day it was going to be over for us, and the sad thing was that I really did take her word for what it was. At the end of the day, we were all humans, and were always going to fuck up no matter what. Marcus and I had discussed, and we'd come to the conclusion that I was going to le
MONIQUE The love of my life was stooping down close to me, and I was looking at him right in the eye. That eye contact was all the assurance I needed. I'd waited for this for so long. "I love you." I said, my voice so fucking evident of the stenght that I lacked. I didn't want to think about it. To think about Adrian, and what he took away from me. God, remembering it made fresh tears fall from my eyes. It was as though he understood me. With his thumb, he brushed the tears away. "He did this to me." I said to him, crying. He raped me. It wasn't only him. They were so many. " I was a sobbing mess by the time I was was done with my statement. It was a good thing that I was vulnerable with him. "I know." Marcus said, nodding. I continued to stare at him while sobbing and swallowing those silly lumps that formed in my throat every so often. I looked crazy because while Adrian was definitely I cried, and that drained some of the energy in me. Once I passed out and woke up a while ag
MARCUSI hope I'm not late. I hope I get there just in time, and she's still very much alright. I pray that I wouldn't have to live a life filled with regret because of actions I could prevent from happening. I didn't have any excuse for leaving her, but I was guessing uncertainty was one of the things that triggered it. I'd been gone for a while when I could have just gone on my knees and begged her to give me what she was willing to. I'd have accepted it. Rather, I took it to the extreme, and revealed secrets that I should have waited to tell her. She's in danger now, and if anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. I thought I was going to be able to beat the time, and be there early but a lot of factors led to the delay. The first one being that it rained, and given that condition, there were things the horses could do, and things they couldn't. Never in a million years will horses suddenly want to function when it was raining cats and dogs. Not really a valid reason
MONIQUE There was no way I could talk with a gun in my mouth, and so all I did was nod and put my palms together as an indication of plea. The tip of the gun was touching my throat, and I swear to God, I wanted to puke so bad. "You're going to suck on the gun, spit on it, and gag until I tell you to stop." He said. Right there, and then, my gag reflex was on high alert, and I almost choked on the weapon that was in my mouth. I shook my head, indirectly saying 'you don't have to do this'. The magnanimity of the whole situation triggered more tears, and they just kept falling and wetting the ground below me. I could go lower and lick the tip of his shoes right now, but not this. Anything but the gun in my mouth. What even made the matter all the more awkward was the fact that there were people in this room watching me. So many fucking people. Thank fuck this wasn't the United States, and this was one of those occasions where I was grateful to God for not allowing civilization to ha
MONIQUE "Don't do this." I shook my head, attempting to stop the tears from falling, but God, it really was hard. Was this how everything would end? You know, for all these months, a fragment of my mind, and a part of me believed I was going to get that happily ever after ending just like everyone. If someone told me that I would walk to my death majestically, I'd laugh because in my head, that person would be a fucked up sadist with a messed up life. I always had hope. "How the mighty have fallen." Adrian's wicked laughed pierced through the air again, and I'm actually so done. He rubbed his chest as he got closer, and closer to me. "What do you even want?" I asked, still seated there--preparing for my death with all sorts of food laying on the table before me. "You're quite foolish for a billionaire, don't you think? I want it all. I want the power, the wealth, every fucking thing!" He said, stamping his feet on the ground while I sat there, looking at him right in the eye--wh
MONIQUEFrom the moment I stepped into this house, suspicion stirred in in my stomach, fear climbing up my spine, but I refused to give in. There was no turning back now. I had to face the music. I didn't even know anyone here, and so if anything happened, there was no one to call to get me out of here. "Make yourselves comfortable, yeah." She said, that Welsh accent making rearing its head. You could take the woman out of the village, but never could you take the village out of the woman. "We have tea, wine. Whatever it is that you want." She said. Adrian walked to the closest seat to the fireplace and made himself comfortable while I remained standing-- the driver, and the maids as well. Adrian was probably going to yell at them if they sat. " Monique, don't do that where I am. Will my lap be more comfortable than the chairs?" Adrian asked. I could see his teeth through the fire, and I wanted nothing more than to pull each of them out while I watch him wallow in agony. The dinwi
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โThe same way Adrian stormed in to tell me about the ball organized by the Welsh prince was the same way he stormed in during the early hours of today to tell me to get ready. He said we were journeying to Wales. Today was one of those days I missed Gina. Better suck it all in, and move on. He didn't just march in, he also brought along with him the dress I was supposed to wear. He said he didn't want me looking eerie. I knew myself so well. The Monique of two to three months ago would have slapped that sick son a bastard in the face, and thrown the dress at his face, but all I did was sit down, and look at him like someone who was mentally ill. I was really missing my old self. I pondered on what it was going to take me to get back to that state of mind. The dress wasn't too far away from me as I laid in bed. The tranquility in this room, goodness me. God knew I needed this. Maybe this trip was what I needed to get out of th
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โFunny of me to think that we were finally heading somewhere, and it all came crashing down when he uttered those words. Fuck me. Frankly speaking, though, Marcus did nothing wrong. How fast did I forget that it was me who told him to let it all out? He could've kept it to himself, and we'd still be going strong. Fuck, I was a fool. It had been what? Three days of self-isolation. Hunger had dealt with me so much, but the pride in me wouldn't let me get my ass out of bed and get something to eat. I, myself couldn't deny the certitude of my life being repetitive. If Monique Jenkins' life was a course of study in colleges, universities, and tertiary institutions, there'd be no one that would major in that because of the magnitude of the boredom they were going to get from it. Let's be real, though, school on its own was boring, but Monique Jenkins' life would lead you to commit suicide. Her life was bland, and wishy-washy, and boy did she crave some spice? Of course.