"Ezekiel!" Aurora broke out of the haze first, screaming when he began to go down."Get away from him, Rora," a cold voice cut through the tense room, "one Deusdedit down."Aurora's eyes bulged out at the figure at the door. "Dad?"Patrick aimed the muzzle at Sebastian."Stop!" She screamed, jumping directly in front of him then she smacked her father hard on the face."What do you think you are doing?" She spat."Your mother warned you severally about them but you would never listen," Patrick accused angrily, "now look what Williams Deusdedit has caused. You even frolick around with his descendants.""Because I am my own person, not a toy. Put that gun down and get the hell out of here," she ordered.Patrick glowered at her. "If you are not careful, Aurora, you will die first."Aurora's eyes narrowed in disbelief."Aren't you my father? Who the hell is this?" She wasn't angry or sad, she was in shock."There are things you do not know and which I must fix."Patrick's darkened gaze fi
Hi, readers!We have come to the end of this thrilling story. I felt I had elongated it a bit too much but I do hope I gave you the ending you wanted 🤗Subsequent from now, the story you'll read is that of Ezekiel.Ride on, I'll see you at the end!A little tip: His spaced-out vision fixated on a slim brunette clearing out a table. She had passed his corner several times. Compared to the other female staff, her uniform was quite decent. She was pretty, he noticed at once, really pretty. Unconsciously, he began watching her activities; her fast hands, her confident strides, her careful dodging of the hands of careless men, and her chosen solitude.He emptied his glass and filled it again. Just great, he now had a crush on a stripper, just great.
Ezekiel Symphony walked into the bar at the end of his block. Having a bustling bar in his new environment wasn't exactly what he wanted but well, here was he going into one.He ordered a drink and sat in a corner. Aurora was pregnant. He was a bit jealous. It was rare to find a woman who would make so much sacrifice for a man but perhaps, Sebastian deserved it. He had lived a tough life and it was God's way of consoling him and letting him live the rest of his life happily.He relished the dark corner he stayed in. The bar was quite full and there were a few drunk men making funny scenes. It was just the right place to get his thoughts in order. Sarcasm.He sighed. He was foolish to have believed Irene loved him. She was his first though he had many crushes growing up. He didn't think he loved her, he had been intoxicated by her seductive dresses and acts and poor inexperienced him fell for it.He refilled his glass. She had drained him of almost everything he had. If it weren't for
Two days later, Isabel decided she was going to have to stop visiting the cafe during breaks. That particular man kept coming and he just couldn't keep his eyes off her and though she knew she was a rare beauty and had a seductive nature, she expected someone like him to exercise some form of self-control.She sighed, taking a long drink of her water. She didn't feel so good. Work, family, and school; she would burn out soon. She rubbed her neck tiredly then yawned so wide, she blushed in shame after. He was looking. She huffed, replaced her books in her bag, dropped her bill, picked up her bag, and vacated the cafe.Once outside, she felt dizzy. She stopped for a moment to get herself. She was feeling weak, too weak; she was not eating well. She swayed and fell.When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in one of the clinic's beds. She sighed, sitting up. She began to put on her shoes."Isabel Romero."She looked up. One of the nurses stared down at her with obvious displeasure.
She felt worse. It would be much better if it was someone she had never met. She rubbed her palms against her skimpy dress. She suddenly wanted cover more than ever. She wished she could dive under the duvet."Hi," she forced out, beginning to consider running out. He leaned off the wall where he had been reclining."What's your name?" He asked.He had a nice voice, she noticed, the type that made you want to listen to whatever he had to say."Isabel," she answered, regaining her confidence. He took three long strides to the bed and retrieved his coat.Was he leaving? She thought in anticipation. Her thoughts were dismissed as he began to come to her. She grew nervous. What was she to do?He smiled once he was close and covered her up with his jacket. "Thank God I brought the long one," he spoke, buttoning it up, "I wish it did better but it could have been worse."When he was finished, she was no longer exposed except that the coat was a bit short."You are not sleeping with me?" Sh
Ezekiel waited in the cafe for a long time but Isabel never showed up. Where was she? Didn't she come to her classes? Or maybe she didn't have lectures for the day.He had paid a huge sum to buy her nights but he wasn't sure if it was enough to keep her away from other men. He hoped it was.*Nicky beamed when Isabel walked in."Room 26. Your client has been waiting. Remember, the condoms are on the first shelf."Isabel was tempted to roll her eyes. What did he want now? Perhaps the previous night was just a show and he now wanted to get down with her now. Why else would he pay such an outrageous sum to get her?She knocked on room 26 and entered. The lights were off again. She switched it on this time. A quick sweep of the room and she found his lean tall frame by the window. His back view was quite attractive."You are here," he said simply."Can we get to it?" She said curtly, walking to the bed, "I wish to have a long sleep afterward.""I didn't see you at school today," he commen
Isabel awoke the next day and found her stalker gone. She rolled her eyes and sashayed out of the room. At least, he was paying for her good night's rest.Nicky whistled when she walked into the reception area."Working wonders, are we?" Nicky teased."What?" She demanded. What other news did she have?"Seems like your client is extremely pleased with your performance. He asked boss how much it would cost to buy your day also. Interesting, isn't it? But well, boss is so greedy as we all know and I reckon that she called a ridiculous amount he couldn't pay."Isabel smiled and acted pleased, not wanting to let the cat out of the bag.Nicky continued, "I am sure boss has lined up other clients for your day since he already has your night. You are doing really well, keep it up. Perhaps soon, one of them will find you good enough to be his mistress."Isabel walked away but Nicky's words kept on ringing in her head."... Perhaps soon, one of them will find you good enough to be his mistress
Isabel waited nervously outside professor Clifford's office. She hoped her stalker was not bluffing when he said he could put in a good word for her. She wringed her hands, blowing out a tensed breath. She checked her wristwatch. It was fifteen minutes already. Perhaps he was bluffing. He stepped out."Hand over your bag," he ordered, "you have nothing more than ten seconds to get into his office and begin your test."With narrowed eyes, she asked, "are you serious?"He fixed her with a blank stare. "Five seconds."Then a loud angry voice came from inside, "Ezekiel, shut my door if the student is not prepared!"Her mouth fell open. She threw her bag at him and raced into the office."I am prepared, sir, very prepared," she said hastily. Professor Clifford eyed her up."Your time starts now. You have thirty minutes."She was too much in a daze to notice that she was given half of the usual test time. She looked to the side and found a spare bare desk save for a familiar looking paper