Tasha allowed herself to lean on him, aware of the burden standing on his shoulders. “I hope they will give us a chance to enjoy ourselves.”As the car neared the dock, Tasha felt her phone vibrate again in her pocket. She did not want to pick it up, rather compounding the feelings she had in the dynamics of the present and ignoring the black clouds on the corners of her vision.“Let’s just take it positively,” she said in her tone trying to put in some cheerfulness.“Sure,” he said as he got out of the car, but she saw that his eyes reflected a sense of fear.Joining their hands together and breathing heavily, they proceeded towards the vessel. Tasha, however, felt her other life folding on her. The extravagant decor was at odds with what she was carrying inside. Except for this night, she would bat this down. She was Tasha Antonio, the wife who was going on her honeymoon.When they got to the suite, Tasha exhaled slowly and appreciated the cuteness of the room for a bit. The designe
Tasha was overtaken by gloom. It was her. Sad that she thought there could be a marriage that would bloom into something real. But reality was beginning to quench that hope. “We’re not simply roles,” she adamantly stated. “We can influence what lies ahead of us. We can strive for our desires.”Fabian returned his gaze to her, yet his eyes were mixed. “I want to have that faith, but there are elements even beyond us. De Silva will always be above us. The pressure.”“Then let us change those pressures,” Tasha cut in, annoyed. “We can redirect. There is a way to achieve contentment. The only requirements are us.”He appeared to consider her for a moment as if searching for something in her eyes. “If I cannot get out of this, I don’t want to pull you down with me,” he said, letting out his breath calmly"Fabian, I know you aren’t the problem here. We are one team here, remember?" She tried to reach him and placed her palm against his arm. "We have to help each other." You may feel caged a
Tasha exhaled deeply as she was on the verge of making a suggestion. “Maybe some pressure can be relieved; at least for tonight, it can,” she spoke seductively.“Wha-,” he muttered, discombobulated by her response to the situation, even as the glint in the look he regarded her with did not betray his interest.“Let’s not stress ourselves with any of that. Just you and me without commitments or obligations,” she said, her heart racing. “We can go to our room and do something like that.”He drawled looking annoyed with her for a brief moment. “Gosh, Tasha. I…”“Breathe, Fabian. We can navigate those waters, together,” she said, getting closer, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur, almost tickling his ear. “I want to spend the night with you.”His breath caught and she noticed the conflict in his eyes. Tasha knew the haze was working; his walls were coming down. The racist alcohol that surrounded him was making him more receptive to her.“Uh uh,” he relented at last, thickly at that. “L
With that, she lowered herself towards him, aligning her body to his, feeling the heat emanating from him. The anesthetic had inevitably worked its trick and relaxed him thus making him more receptive to her charms so she would not waste any opportunity.With the escalation of kisses, it was a reaction that empowered her. She was reclaiming her agency, making sure that there was an expansion of their relationship beginning that night. Everything was progressing to the kind of life she was designed, a life in which she was more than a wife, she was a spouse- someone he cared about and someone who made him stick around."Allow me to give you some comfort." Tasha had said, at the verge of their lips, looking deep into his eyes, her voice hoarse and sexy, as if that was not enough. The promise pregnant the room with expectation.She shook her head again, blushing, as she dipped and embraced him without hesitation, the sedative clouding the distance. Tasha felt victorious; she had struck w
Just as he entered his office, he could sense the presence of his employees, jubilant in all corners, with the usual morning gossip in full scale operation. It was strange for him to be back so soon, particularly considering the fact that he just got married the previous day. When he strolled through the lobby, all the heads turned and the room was filled with murmurs.‘Fabian! You’re back already?’ Emma, his aide, said with her eyes wide open and clearly astonished. She came in front of him with a staring looking clipboard. ‘I thought you’d take at least a few days off. ’He did not reply immediately thinking of his thoughts as heavy, he shrugged. ‘Getting hitches does not mean I should take a leave from work’, he said in a matter of fact voice. Emma looked at him but he was secretive. ‘But you could Take a bit of time off for adjustment. This is a new phase that you just entered in your life’.Fabian managed to smile but then it did not not extend to his eyes. “Life doesn’t wait fo
The moment Mikel entered Fabian's office, he couldn't help but snicker at the scene before him: Fabian sat behind his desk, rummaging through piles of paperwork. "Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon?" Mikel asked, his voice tinged with amusement.Fabian looked up, his eyes sunken and hardly acknowledging Mikel's greeting. "Do you have any lead?" he asked without getting into the courtesies, his voice laced with an undercurrent of urgency.Mikel's face turned grave. He shut the door behind him and sat down opposite Fabian. "Nothing concrete," he began, releasing a sigh. "We combed every angle, but no one thing points directly to De Silva or anyone else for that matter. Edward's been quiet. Maybe too quiet.Fabian finally leaned back into his chair and began to rub his temples. "So, what are you saying? It is now time to let go of Edward. You do not believe that he is involved?Mikel nodded slowly, but even as he spoke, his words didn't ring with conviction. "We don't have enoug
Fabian clenched his jaw and glared at Mikel knowing he did have a point. Tasha wasn't just going to disappear. He couldn't keep running from her, especially not after everything they'd shared. But at the same time, he couldn't afford to let her emotions or his detract him from what truly mattered at this point, which was finding Loretta.Look," Mikel said, softening his tone, "I'm not trying to push your buttons. I just think if you're going to close that chapter with Tasha, at least do it right. She isn't the enemy here.Fabian let out a deep sigh, pacing around his office and running his hand through his hair. "I know, I know. But I just can't deal with her now. Loretta's still missing and I am just so helpless here. I don't need anything or anyone clouding my judgment.Mikel nodded, understanding. "I get that. But sometimes the things we avoid are the very things that end up clouding our judgment more. You can't just keep pushing everything aside. It'll come back to bite you."Fabi
Fabian stared at his desk as the quiet again reigned supreme after Mikel had left. It weighed upon his chest, a constant reminder of the choices he had made. The file before him, concerning the leads on De Silva, blurred as his mind raced back to Tasha. She was out there, waiting for a response angry or hurt. He couldn't avoid her forever, but right now, he needed clarity, not another confrontation.He let out a loud sigh, rubbed his temples against the headache, and leaned back in his chair. His phone then buzzed again-this time, a message from Tasha, shorter than the rest:"We need to talk. Please don't ignore me."He stared at it for several moments, the words pulling at him. But the memory of Loretta's face, her laughter, the life they had built stronger. He couldn't afford to lose sight of what was important. Not now.He pushed the phone away and refocused on the file, attempting to delve into the work. If he could track De Silva's movements, and find out where he was funneling t