~~Writer~~She was good at avoiding him, he thought. Bent on making that punk her newest muse. He looked around for his twins and they looked tired out, yawning and sitting around. Bingo, he thought again with a faint smirk."Sorry to interrupt honey, but it's time to leave." He said as soon as he got up to her and Tega smiling sinisterly. "It's just been four hours, the kids are having so much fun," she returned, looking around for them now."Are they?" Eron asked as her eyes landed on them."They can nap here.." She said again stubbornly even if it was already dark and she knew she was saying crap. But he wouldn't have any of her attitude anymore."Be a princess and get in the car, Fremantle. Don't upset daddy." He said intentionally, smirking slightly before turning on his heel to get the twins. "He's your husband?!" Tega exclaimed. Frema slapped a palm on her mouth almost immediately, wide-eyed."Just my babies' father but the entire universe don't need to know that." "Well he'
~~Writer~~She woke up to an empty bed, the sun rays piercing into her room like mockery. He left, she thought to herself. She felt. . . Like she was late for church service and her mom was going to kill her.She scrambled off the bed like she had been burned by something. Her feet took her to the kitchen, her face flushed immediately in surprise when she found her two boys standing beside Eron, maple syrup trickling down their lips. They laughed, pointing at her. "I think we surprised mommy," Drake said and Josh just grinned, pleased with their deed."Morning, sunshine." Eron said, breaking her line of thoughts and making her look at him instead. His very toned body was on display, Frema thought. What the hell was he thinking?"You. . I mean, morning to you too. I didn't think you'd stay any longer." She said truthfully. "I plan on going to church with my family," he paused, "I hope I can call you all that even if it's just for today."She shrugged, walking past him and going to se
~~Writer~~Frema kept looking out the window, planning to bolt away and lock herself in once she gets into her house. She knew better than shooing him off, it would just lead to the same thing. He'd have her under him at the end. But she wasn't ready, never will be. She told herself. So as soon as the car stopped, she pushed the door open and ran out in the open, pulling at her door before remembering it was locked and searching frantically in her purse, pockets, under the rug. "Looking for. . this?" His voice breathed against her ear, making her almost start crying. He had the damn keys."You. . You took it," she rasped."I did." He agreed before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder then bending to open the door. She hardly made any sound after a small shriek, just cursing her fate and her insides for betraying her so much.She shot up on her elbows as soon as he pressed her into the bed. "Eron, please, I. . I'm not ready. Plus, you promised this was on my rules." She w
~~Writer~~And she had gotten more.He had kept his promise of giving her five orgasms, after all. Two on that couch, one in her bedroom and the last two under her shower. It had ended awkwardly for her even as he left, she couldn't help the hot blush that spread accross her face when she remembered what he had done to her body.Now, after avoiding him and his calls or texts for days, he was here. At her children's school and he was waiting for her, the twins already running around him."Hey. You should've told me you were going to pick them, I wouldn't have bothered to come down here." She said immediately she got to him, embracing the boys."Well, I was meaning to talk to you," he stopped her actions as she looked up, her face slightly pale. She had hoped they'd forget about that day, just set it behind them. But he was Eron, wasn't he?"Oh." She mumbled, taking her sons' hands and leading them to her car. "Um, I'll be at the house then." She tried a small smile before making her wa
~~Writer~~Her eyes had widened so much he thought it was going to pop out of their sockets."I'm not stripping for you, Eron. We did something days back doesn't make it okay now. Plus, I'm free to do whoever the fuck I want to." She snapped at him and he leaned against the wall, looking her deep into her eyes."So he fucked you?"Her mouth fell open slightly but she quickly recovered, "That doesn't concern you. The kids are asleep, you can leave."He moved towards her and she inched back, frustrating him. "Fremantle stay put please, I want to talk to you.""Then talk to me and stop moving." She said as she cornered towards the stairs."Okay, stop. I'll talk here," She stopped and he continued, "you're owing rent."She rolled her eyes, looking away."Work is getting tough, not that it's your matter to get involved in." "My children are going to be homeless.""No they're not. I'll handle it, it's not a big deal." She tried to sound casual but in truth the company was dwindling and bec
~~Writer~~As they ate together, Frema couldn't help but feel strange. He was acting so much like the father figure, making her kids even happier than she could. She couldn't help staring at them with a dazed expression until he looked her way and winked with a gorgeous smile. She rolled her eyes, a smile still playing on her lips as she looked away. He even smiled more often now."Boys, your mother hasn't exactly touched her food. Daddy should feed her, right?" He said and she narrowed her eyes at him."Yes! Daddy feed mommy! Daddy feed mommy!" They both chanted. She cussed inwardly, 'Did they seriously have to be cute now?' "Come on, I'm a grown up. I don't need feeding." She countered, smiling sweetly at them. Drake shrugged and continued his food but Josh, ever the more intelligent twin pressed her."But you like dad, he should feed you. Greg says his parents feed each other all the time." He said and Frema raised a brow."I like. . what do you mean I like dad?" She asked.His e
~~Writer~~"Don't do this to me, not now. Oh God, not here." Fremantle cried as she pulled off the stained sheets. Her goddamned period had deemed it fit to attack while she had been asleep in Eron's house. She ran into the washroom, bathing and cleaning herself up before hastily changing into a tampon. She checked her time, 6:48 am. No one should be awake yet, she thought as she quickly folded the sheets and made to the laundry room. Some minutes later, she was through with washing the sheets and she took out a fresh one before heading back to her room. She pushed the door open and stopped in her tracks on seeing the bed freshly made already. Just as she was about to retrace her steps and find out who did it, one of Eron's numerous maids walked out from her washroom, gasping and making a show of curtsying before speaking,"The master, Eron. He sent me here to dress your bed, ma'am." Frema blinked. "He. . He was here?""Yes ma. He said to--""Leave, Aanya. I'll take it from here."
~~Writer~~Throughout the week, she avoided him as much as possible. The pandemic was only getting worse and she felt like she was going to be staying with him longer than she expected. Unfortunately for her, the twins had caught up with her withdrawal and had a plan going on in their heads."Mommy?" Drake poked his head into her room. She looked up."Come in, Drake. Why did you come alone? Where's Josh?""Come on, mom. We're not glued. I can go be with my mother and he can go be with his father." Drake grinned and she laughed now."Is that so? Come here then, mommy's boy." She pulled him to her, tickling his sides as he rolled about on the bed."Ha! I told you mom was tickling him, that was the noise we heard, Drake is way too loud." Josh beamed at his father and Frema had stopped her assault already, smiling at her other son as he spoke. Eron however couldn't help but stare at the only woman in the world he had eyes for yet couldn't have. She sat there, legs crossed and hair in disa
EPILOGUETHREE YEARS LATER"She was such a beautiful young woman, she did not deserve to die." Someone murmured behind Frema, but she couldn't bring herself to turn and feed her curiosity by seeing who it was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and at this point, she truly had no tears left to cry. All she could think of them, was the fact that Riley had promised. How could she not keep her promise afterward? She'd obviously not been there for her friend enough, she hadn't even guessed that Riley would lose her life so soon. She died in the most painful way to her—chatted with her all night and then slept, never waking up after. How could she not notice the emptiness in her friend's eyes? How could she have missed the pain?"I'm sorry, Riles. I'm so sorry." She muttered weakly, staring at Riley's immobile figure. Her beautiful face and body stayed stiff now, . She could not count the amount of times she'd looked around, hoping for a miracle—just like what had happened with Eron, b
"I'm pregnant, you assholes! Could you let me out of here first, so I can get this baby out of me?" Kayla yelled, clutching the protectors tightly, even trying to climb it. Titi was in juvenile prison and the truth was, she was almost going crazy without her daughter by her side. No one paid her attention, though and she kept screaming until a figure walked up in front of the cell. The other inmates in the cell, glanced up at the visitor and on seeing who it was, the women sprang up and watched him intently, like he was a favorite snack. Only Kayla shook in fear."We meet again, Kayla." Eron spoke and she shook her head."I'm pregnant, you can't hurt me." She responded. He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes."You think I'm here to hurt you? What are the guards for, then?" He queried and she didn't reply, just stared at him. He continued, "Wow. Never thought I'd see the day where you'd finally shut up." She scoffed now, replying nonchalantly,"Well, surprise surprise." She b
Blood spluttered inside the sink, creating a gruesome sight. Riley was hunched over said sink, trying to catch her breath. "No, no, no, please. This can't fucking happen, not now, please." She complained, but her voice was filled with genuine anger instead of pity for herself. She was more concerned about staining her dress, in fact, than the actual ailment that had caused her to throw up. Today was Eron and Frema's wedding and Riley could not let her 'stupid cancer' get in the way if their happiness.A knock resounded on the door of the washroom. "Riles, are you okay?" Her husband's voice came and she shouted back right away,"I'm fine, babe. Honestly, you don't have to look for me every two hours. I just needed to pee." "Oh okay, we'll be heading to the church now with the groom. I'll be expecting you all later, okay?" He said and she replied back with an 'okay', waiting to hear him leave. He finally began to head out and then she turned on the tap, washing every evidence of her b
"I cannot believe I'm at Eron's funeral. I've always wanted to meet the man, but not like this, you know." It was yet another fangirl, on the phone with her friend as she passed by Eron's open coffin.Frema stood over the coffin, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched him solely.. or better still, what used to be him. She was the only one who stood there now, as she had chosen to be the last to see him again. His body no longer smelt so bad and she realized it must be from the preservatives they'd used on him. She shook her head when more memories of them started to flood in. Her chest was constricting with so much pain and the tears now flowed at their own will but she stood there and let it all out.He had no family member to be here for him and everyone who came were either acquaintances or business partners. And then, her family. Almost everyone walked around nonchalantly, they even looked like they were at a mere business event and the only time she saw them twist t
Frema shook with tears as she caressed her son's hair. Eron had set everything right and the truth was finally out in the open. He had just kept the properties and everything else to multiply everything tenfold. Maybe at first, his plan had been revenge but when he had said he changed, it was actually for real. Everything about him was real and now, it was too late to say sorry. Too late to make anything right. Eron might have died alone, but he'd taken a part of her to his grave while he was at it. A part she was afraid she would never be able to recover. So, the tears flowed down her cheeks until she had to hide her face in her palms as she cried uncontrollably. The boys were asleep, so she tried to be as quiet as possible, but she still got nudged by a small arm after a while. She wiped her eyes frantically and took her time while looking up. Josh spoke first, "Are you okay, mommy?" She nodded immediately, flashing a fake smile in his direction. Josh did not seem convinced. He car
"Mom, I think I'm being followed." Titi complained, breathing heavily as she took out a bottle of water from the fridge and began to down its content. Kayla raised a brow."Followed? Girl, what the hell are you saying? Why would anyone follow us?" She questioned, becoming alert at the same time. Titi finished drinking and tossed the bottle, taking a seat to catch her breath."Hell, if I knew. One minute I'm walking back from this boy's home and the next, a black car—""Hold on, what boy's place?" Kayla snapped, cutting her off, to which Titi rolled her eyes."Stay with me, mom, that's not the problem here. I was being followed. FOLLOWED, by God only knows who, and I was being followed for almost one hour, but since I didn't have money for any Uber, I kept walking faster, hoping I'd lose the creep. I didn't. He only drove past our house when I got here but I swear he was following me." She said and Kayla stared at her daughter some more before grabbing her, only to spin her around to c
Frema tried visiting Riley's ward which was in the same hospital, but she was told that Riley had been discharged. Arsen had actually let her know that Riley was surprisingly getting better and she had a long time to live, according to the doctor. Frema did not want to pay much attention to the announcement of a deadline, so she didn't. If she did, she'd be counting her last days with her bestfriend and even if it seemed like they had some more years, Frema had actually been banking on forever, so it was hard to settle for less.Riley was back in her house, when Frema finally got home and she clapped her new nails in her friend's face as welcome."Your bitch is back." She mouthed and Frema could've burst with joy."Damn right, she is!" She replied, going in to hug her senseless. The two women shook with laughter, and then tears.. but they remained in the same position for long minutes, sapping a feel of comfort from each other. They reluctantly pulled away after a while and Riley cupp
Frema could not help how shame covered her entire skin like a cold blanket. Her flat shoes thankfully produced minimal noise against the tiles of the hospital as she tried to find the ward she'd been directed to. She tried to convince herself that she was only here because of the dream Josh had but it only seemed like she was lying to herself. She had only needed a reason to be here, and upon getting that reason, she called in sick at the ‘new’ place she worked in and prepared herself to see him.On getting to the door of his ward, she pushed it open warily and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her before she looked up at him. Her lips parted in shock at the sorry sight in front of her, and she gripped the door handle for support when she stared on. The person on the hospital bed was anything, but recognizable. The pictures on TV was censored, and did not do him any justice. In real life, he looked like a lost cause. He resembled a corpse, a literal one. He was covered with a f
Monday arrived, three days later and Frema ran around the house again, trying to set everything up for her now ‘three children’. She checked her watch minutes later, while the twins and Halsey ate breakfast quietly. She sat with then too, but she had no appetite to eat.Her phone beeped while she was twirling the contents of the plate around and it made her sigh in relief as she picked up, without bothering to check who it was. She could not have her children know that a woman had called her fat to describe her the other day at the grocery store and a handful of people agreed with her indirectly. She couldn't tell them that. So, she answered with a cheerful voice,"Frema Michelson." "Dad's lawyer called." Arsen's voice resounded from the other end. She sat straighter."What? Why?" She queried, curiosity eating her up already."He refused to tell, but he said it's something very important. You know he stopped talking to dad, right? I'm surprised." Arsen said, sounding as confused as s