Pascal's POV: There was a trope of elephants having a jamboree in my head. Even the slightest movement was filled with pain. What on earth did I consume last night? The rush of memory came with another rush of pain. I remembered messing up yesterday night's proposal to Sandra, she was not taking my calls. I called Neil and we had a pity party, or better put, I had a pity party with him. He fed me and gave me brandy. Yep, there was the culprit. I managed to raise my head but my brain rattled from the movement. Dear Lord I will never get this drunk again, probably a lie but a good thought. I turned and saw a cup of water covered with some pills in a container. I hoped it was not poison and quickly downed it because I needed a little relief, even if it was momentary. The water sliding down my throat reminded my body that I was thirsty. So I took a hold of the pitcher that was next to the originally covered cup and drank it whole. My head felt better for it. When the trope of elephants
Zina's POV:I woke feeling lethargic, with absolutely no energy or motivation to leave this particular spot. Mentally I was tired, physically? Definitely much more tired. But when I took in my environment, I found the energy and motivation that was lacking earlier in serious quantity.How did I get home?The memories came. Someone was knocking or banging the apartment door with a vengeance. I remember hearing a thud, signifying that someone fell off, of course it would be Sandra. Then I rolled and pain jarred me temporarily awake, but I did not move. The person knocking did not seem to take the hint so Sandra grumpily went to check. I had to force myself off the floor, falling asleep on the floor did not sound like a good idea, my body would not appreciate the after effects of that decision.I had finally pulled myself off the floor and onto the bed when I heard Sandra yelling something.“Come get your crazy ass husband before I make you a very attractive widow!” Sandra yelled to me.
Megan's POV:The day started as usual, here I was sad and alone, broke and shamed, depressed, annoyed, whatever negative spectrum you decide to add to the negative emotions chart. Mum was off somewhere doing God knows what. I am sure she felt as frustrated as I was. We were both broke, though she had a job that she tried to go to everyday. I am stuck here in this dingy apartment with no cents to my name.And who is to blame for this misfortune?Yep, you guessed it right, Zina Payton.That good for nothing orphaned b***h just swooped in and stole all my hard earned work. By now I should be sitting pretty in Neil's penthouse in the city, or shopping online in his estate at the outskirts of the city. But guess what, I was out here, again, in this dingy apartment.Everything I did to break up that relationship fell through, every single thing. How she got Neil hooked to her couchie was something else all right.I did everything she did for Neil, even did extra, though he was unaware of th
The dinner had been at an average but high end restaurant. I had taken a cab to go and meet Jeffery. I declined when he said he would come pick me up. The money Gabriel brought that morning would pay for dinner and get them a room should the need arise. Everything was beginning to look like it would fall into place.The dinner itself was uneventful, I just listened to Jeffrey and pretended to be sad from time to time, he felt it was his responsibility to cheer me up. Poor lamb, love indeed made fools of the best of men, if I wanted to, and I wanted to, I would have him eating out of my hands. Time to play coy and invite him to the hotel room. Gabriel was going to be mad but as he always said, money needed to be made."Jeffrey, I know it is a lot of presumption on my part, but can you stay with me tonight? I do not want to be alone. You can totally say no of course, I just want to hold. It has been so long." I said to Jeffrey and looked away, like I was embarrassed by what I just said
Sandra's POV:I watched Pascal as he fussed around my house, quite honestly it was hilarious but my head and tummy did not appreciate the efforts put into laughing. It felt like a train ran over me. My stomach was hurting badly, I guess I would be going to the pharmacy or the ER in a minute.I bent over in pain and soon felt Pascal's hand on my back. He was rubbing it in a soothing manner."Please let me take you to the hospital." Pascal was literally begging me to take care of me. I was stubborn, I liked to think I was an independent woman, but right now I would swallow my pride whole to make this pain and discomfort go away. I gave him a nod, before I could understand what was going on I was swept into his arms and he carried me out of the door.Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be a damsel in distress, never would I have thought that I would meet this overly attentive version of Pascal. He was attentive alright but never acting on what he noticed. I remem
Pascal's POV:Earlier that day... Sandra passed out some time again, the doctor assured me that it was normal since her body had lost a lost of fluids and electrolytes. So they were giving her an infusion to replenish the ones in her bloodstream which would in turn replenish the body, at least that is what I got from all that she said."There are few tests we need to run though, someone has to sign for them and of course settle the bills." The nurse said to me after the doctor left, I did not think twice before appending a signature wherever it was needed and I swiped my card for the payments. I raised a brow when I scanned the list of tests and saw pregnancy test. I turned to the nurse with the question in my mind."Why a pregnancy test? She just has an upset tummy from consuming too much sugar." I asked the nurse who patiently explained it to me."Well aside from the fact that it is one of our standard procedures for women, it will also help the doctor with diagnosis. Let us say sh
I opened my mouth and took the offered piece of meat, but my darling girl was about to learn the intimacy of feeding your significant other. I closed my mouth over her fingers, took the meat quite alright but I did not let go of the fingers now in my possession. With a wicked smile in place, I sucked on her fingers, hard. She gave a gasp but I was not remotely done with her. I continued my ministrations then I decided to give her a break. I released her fingers and chewed on the meat."Thanks love, that was truly delicious." I said to her, she was breathing deeply, probably trying to gain some semblance of control, but I had her where I wanted her.I saw her reach for the cup of water I placed there but I took it before she could reach it and then offered it to her. Good thing a straw was already inside the cup.I continued feeding her, the innocent gesture and with the way her tongue kept darting out of her mouth to lick her lips clean of sauce was my breaking point.I moved the bed
Zina's POV:Once again Neil has denied me the opportunity to help him in the house. I do not know if he is doubting my capabilities or if he is just avoiding spending time with me in an enclosed working space. We do not have a good history of keeping pleasure away from business. I sighed as I closed the office door behind me. I was bored and my tummy still hurts. The antimotility drug I took earlier only slowed down the problem. I am almost sure that I have food poisoning. I ate too many things yesterday in my bid to drown the pain I refused to acknowledge in my heart. Now my body was telling me.I walked to my room and barely stumbled into the bathroom in time to throw up. I thought I had vomited everything I ate but my stomach was not in agreement. Soon I was heaving, the pains in my tummy becoming excruciating. This was definitely more than the sugar I consumed last night. I reached up my hand to flush the toilet and found that my hand was heavy. I forced myself anyway because the