Latifa’s pov
“Don’t tell me that, mum! I sent you money last week ago...well that's it, you call me when you need money....it never gets me by surprise anymore”
just when I thought I was having a good time with my dirty reflections about the last affair with Alastair. I saw myself weeping back to my history, only if I could stay a week without being a sadist or, sad. If only I was loved the way my mother loved my money, I wouldn’t mind giving her everything.
I swiped my fingers beneath my nose to clean up the nasal mucus that was running down to my lips with some piece of cloth. My eyes were heavy still, I have been crying them out for a while now. But the call was the trigger. it's already getting me off mood and so pissed, making me want to cry more and more.
I sob behind the call till I burst into tears, I’m not crying because she demanded for some money, I weep because in all they have done to me in the past, I still can't find a place in my heart to turn her down or punish them due to some facts known to me, I just need sincere courage for that.
it's just another needle that pierces my heart and I can't escape it.
My stepmother, Mrs. Houston might have it all wrong that I was little when they had turned loose their dirty urges on me, but what about the scars? It remains my daily reminder. it's my self-secret I have been dealing with even at my present age, but I keep playing doom the whole time. I’m just a product of circumstances.
I wish I could speak out, fight back, or more less turn deaf ears to my stepmother but because she's the family I've left even when she doesn't care about me, I care about her to some extent.
Mrs. Houston only knows what I tell her but maybe that’s because she’s, my stepmom. she has no one aside from me and basically, she's not taking care of anyone but she spends the most buying expensive clothes and shoes and designer bags.
ever since Dad and Mom died in a distant country, she assumes I work in a great organization that pays me wholesomely. She doesn't care. I have been away for a year and each time I gather the courage to reach home I get demoralized,
I miss Mum so much; I see myself fighting alone in this world full of human monsters. No one to comfort me, I am always in my shell.
My phone continued buzzing and when I checked it was till my stepmom called, I picked it up and declined, I opened my bank app and loaded a transfer of the whole money I have worked for recently and sent it to her, switched off my phone, locked the door, and slammed myself on the bed as I wept. This is not the best time to talk with anyone
I kicked off the phone as I couldn't stand any more calls, it fell and was scattered into parts. I sighed.
Standing up as I walked to the reflector that was hung on the wall, I stared at myself for some seconds, wiping off the tear beneath my sac bag as I mumbled
“I'm a strong person. I'm strong.” but that's a lie.
I looked and strolled in the direction where the phone was thrown, picked it up, and brushed my palm across it, blowing away any accumulated particles and mending it. I move around the room, hovering around a shelf situated in the room, looking for what I couldn't see. A distraction.
“Hmm,” I gasped in curiosity as my toes were raised slightly above the tile, trying to see the surface of the shelf. I inherited my mom's short height and looks.
My stomach twisted. On recapping his height. He's quite tall and seductively sexy at some vital points
I strolled back to the bedroom still moody and sad, I threw myself on the bed as my face embraced the pillow
Footage came in clicking the flour, it was Alastair who just bagged in looking so pale but yet angry, his anger could make me lose my sanity but I couldn't react
“Miss, your phone was off throughout the day... rule number whatever you may call it... I need your phone always on if you must stay, I need to be connected and be able to reach you”
Alastair lashed out on me in the bed where I had laid for hours without eating but shedding my rough soul away, I raised my bowed head without thinking if I was doing too much, I took a short breath as I began describing my heart in anger, bit by bit.
“WTF! Hello? what's this trying to look like? you trying to live my life which will be the last thing I expect from a fellow whore like me, pretending to be a saint”
I angrily replied to him, pointing fingers and making gestures like one about to purchase a hit
“What?” he inquires
“Oh yes, you heard me right! Mr. Saint” I burst out again at him without being considerate.
Alastair looked at me in fury and gave me that redden reply I had expected with his eyes browsing through mine like a wolf ready to devour me
“Listen, you have no right to talk to me like that! I'm paying you whore!”
“Ooh shit, I have heard that so many times. To hell with that right now, I don't care anymore. What’s with you and being bossy sir?”
“You are arrogant b*tch” he noted as he made a cold fist with his hand and grinded his teeth in fury but then switched back. I could see the look.
“Ok fine, do your wish,” he said and left the room and slammed the door like an angry bird on coat
“Oh shit!” I gasped
I fucked up this time…
But I cried bitterly, as I lap myself up with the bed blanket. I have tried not to dwell in my thoughts but it keeps hunting me.
I made up my mind to leave earlier but, on second thought, I was pinned down. Aside from my main savings I have already sent the whole money I had gathered for the past few days to my stepmom, who doesn't give a damn about me if I should leave. It is going to be tough on me.
It was getting late and I still couldn't wrap up my mind on a decision. I shortly made up my mind to pack and leave as I gathered the cheap things I had come with, leaving behind the Dodge, Versace, Gucci, and expensive wear he had provided recently
Should I have asked him for some money?
My chest rose and fell with ragged breath.
Just like giving me sugar and taking it back, but my pride and honesty wouldn't let me stay back. I know I have passed through lots of drama when pleasing one person or another but I’m emotionally fighting for peace within and couldn’t stand any more drama.
But never did my psyche stop telling me that ‘I was doing too much’
I took my little bag and walked down the stairs making my way out. I met him on a noble level with a grand size piano with a short stool, he was fixing his fingers on the key.
I stood for a while peeping without wanting to be noticed.
A few minutes later he played a warm song
But I left anyway. I left without saying anything. I left with pain.
Alastair POVI woke up wondering what I had done wrong.Am I that horrible as a person?she left_without asking for any money and it's been two weeks counting? Maybe she hates me big time.Oh,c'moń, I get it, she thought I had begged more like she's an air I need every day, ...no!I have things that keep me busy and a lot of p***y that turn up when I want.Multiples of thoughts ran through my mind instantly as I could only fall for each of them every time “But why can't I have just this one to myself” I whispered to the second voice inside me “Why?” I mumbled again to my hearing I left for work with the boys as I do every day skipping breakfast. But always on my top-notch collection hopping in my newest version of the car, with my thick glasses laid perfectly on my eyesWhen I got to the office there was a mug of coffee on my desk which I as
Latifa’s povI have not been able to work or even think properly as it all goes down to my bed every night or hours. crying myself to sleep has become the deal of each day, and I wouldn't know why it happens. I’m just too broken, cashless, depressed, and not able to feed well. talking about food my stomach growled as I held it tightly, with my heart racing so hard What's taking Wendy so long to be here, I’m so famish!I walked to the kitchen and began to eye-clean the untidiness of the areas, a bunch of dirty plates in the sink, broken glasses lying over the flour, and spilled mixed species “Where should I start from? gosh” kicking the bowl that obstructed my view “_I hate this life. I'm sick of everything... Can't there be just food?” I dangled out of the kitchen to place calls across Wendy, just about to do so. I heard someone walk and stop right in front of my door with a reflecting shadow. A simple knock was introduced on the door. My heart skipped, with my breath caught in m
Latifa's pov“Swimming!!!!” we sang above our vocals as we left with our packed clothes, shoes, and some bowl of baked Pattie. I had no money at first, but guess who is about to spend her life savings over an unplanned vacation? me! it was all going well until Betty decided to pack her whole belongings which was taking 85 percent of the space in the taxi boot, leaving the small space for Wendy’ “What the hell, Betty?” I asked, “Trust me, she's going to stay with this…” I said, pointing at my luggage “...on her seat”“Really!?”Betty asked sarcastically,“Oh, yes!” Wendy supported me as she smirked at me, we both chuckled and dropped the remaining backpacks in the available space, we sat and began signing to the melody song on the radio, and then I got a text,{Good day, Miss Tifa. Can I come to pick you up for dinner?From. Mr. bossy} I smiled at the text, biting my lips as I placed my finger on the keyboard typing nothing, I recap the first and last sex I had with him, and of all p
Latifa’s pov“I'm home. Thanks, Alastair for bringing us back,” I said as I curled some long hair behind my ear, sitting sideways with the seat belt lying across to the other side of the seat. Thick black glass separates the passenger's space from the driver's spot with the cool air oozing out from the side box. Smiles escaped my lips as I tried to hold them back when I caught him checking me out with his nasty gaze.Breaking the long eye contact, I puffed out a tiny cough on my lips, squeezing my purse a little bit more and at the same time checking on my spoiled phone to see if I still had it on me. It may be hard operating with such a phone but what I have inside of it still mattered to me. “You're welcome, I bet my boys will keep them safe. Their safety is my priority. Alastair’s husky proud voice confirmed as he rolled his designer's wristwatch with his right hand to confirm the time’ “9:34? is still early to go to bed, right?” I skipped the last question as I appreciated his
Alastair’s pov“We're here,” I stated She smiled and giggled at my words. Luckily, I’m the best at reading body language, I do that for a living and now I could tell she needed me to come in but for that to happen, I have to ask first. It was written all over her body like a tattoo, it was so much emotional to let me know all these feelings."Alone I guess?" I asked, gently. Putting on my greatest green flag of all time. A harmless smile. “Yeah, just me” she replied as I peeked at her, seeing the hint of excitement, the gleam of teeth flashing white in the darkness. “You don't get scared? Or do you want me to come in and hunt for monsters, if any? Do you want me, Latifa?” I asked voluntarily with my fingers crossed behind my back for an awful reason. it was a weak line but at least I tried something. “Yeah, sure” she answered With my head bent. My smile was no broader, but somehow influential. “Very thoughtful,” I concede.Taking two steps into the house, Latifa could only make t
I don't know what's real no more from them, they are in disguise All my dad did was to love without condemnation, he wouldn't put any through pain, especially his brothers but it hurt the heart to feel hatred instead of love after all we've been together as ONE. Uncle Randy being the eldest and yet the mischievous brother had quite a history and a bad reputation at that, he has been reported many times by different eyewitnesses that were never opportune to see the next day after every trial. till the day he pleaded innocent and was released he had been the man in a black suit all times. A master to drug lords, a public human trafficker. How he manages to get back on his feet is quite a shock that no one has ever discovered. No evidence at the end of each tomb but death for anyone who vows to leak his secret, but it never bothered me so well till the day my father's hitman died a day before the trial date and Uncle Randy was nowhere to be found. I still suspect he. But I'm quite
LATIFAS POVIt was a beautiful evening, my friends had called me but I was far from getting my phone and when I actually did, I was out of credit. But as usual, they left some text that made me conclude that all was well and they were together, perhaps on the street like our usual days Probably wondering why, I am not with them tonight. I just feel unnecessarily sick. Maybe I don't want to be found there, not today. And don't want to end with a random mentally draining soul. No!********Betty. pov"You could imagine, I can't even boast of three clients in the past few days,” Betty said, beating off some accumulated dust behind my shorts as I walked. “Maybe that’s my bad luck to even have to think of it.” She gasped afterward. “Oh Wendy, yours is better, I had better be off like that than to be humiliated like I was the last time…you needed to have witnessed the scenarios'' I confronted her, as I began narrating my last dirty affair. “Seriously? What!?”“...it was a complete dis
ALASTAIR’S POVIt was a blissful perfect morning. I was Sliding through a short curve along the road as I continued jogging down the lonely estate with my music pod blasting in my ears. It was as early as 5:00 in the morning when I had left to burn up some accumulated calories and sugar that I had last night through late dinner. It was just like a normal routine to work out three times a week. Two hours lasted as I sprinted through the neighboring basement, seeing a couple having their garden cleaned. There was lots of trimming work going on the plant flowers. Their furious-looking dog was taking its lesion moment on a cleared part of the garden, as saliva dripped from its mouth; two seconds later, it began barking. "Shut up, bullet!" An older voice shunned, who I assumed to be the owner. The lady looked older than the man, likely in her late 40's. I waved at them but didn't stop till I got home. It was more of a greeting from strangers because we never get to roll well as compatr