CHAPTER 2 (A knife through my heart)

A KNIFE THROUGH THE HEART.

Clarke adjusted his neatly knotted tie situated elegantly on his neck.

He had put the tie in a half Windsor knot style which was best fitting his Italian-tailored suit earlier that morning.

He pressed the button to the elevator and the doors separated alluring with a ding.

He briskly walks into the elevator with no other thoughts than the astounding text he had received earlier.

The elevator doors were impeded from closing by a light-skinned hand, the milky nature of the wrist was illuminating.

Their hands were withdrawn when the elevator opened again.

       “Are you leaving without me.....sir?” the voice said coquettishly.

Clarke appeared very uncomfortable as he kept on adjusting his tie and avoiding eye contact with an elegantly looking lady standing beside him.

         “How did you get pregnant?” 

Clarke asked firmly while glaring defiantly at the lady.

         “oh cut it off CLARKE!, that's a question I don't expect from a man that makes love to me two times as much as he does to his wife”

Georgia replied firmly as she caressed her slender finger with nude nail polish sitting divinely on her rounded nails around his face.

Her bizarre relationship with Clarke is easily fathomable since they share the same works space.

The ladies at the office couldn't hold their wagging tongues from speaking about the facade-look work relationship between their boss and his secretary.

Clarke was short-fused and it's a thing of surprise that Georgia hasn't dropped a resignation letter yet.

Clarke was rather soft-tempered to matters that concerned Georgia and it didn't sit right with her colleagues.

       “You didn't have to pass information with such weight over a text....we could have...”

       “No honey, I'm carrying your child and I believe that alone should brighten your heart no matter how, when, or where the news is passed"

Georgia cuts in.

Clarke had already prepared for an abortion process.

The baby couldn't stay, his image would be tarnished as well as the company he had spent half his life sustaining. 

      “What if Rachel had read it?.. Hell would break loose if she finds out..”

Georgia pauses, then stares at Clarke in disbelief.

        “The almighty Clarke Ford is scared of his wife now?......ooh common Clarke you know how much I hate to hear that ignoramus name being mentioned”

Georgia takes a few steps backward in exasperation.

     “ You know what?...”

 

Georgia was very aggravated and fuming in irritation while Clarke stood his ground unphased.

      “ It was a joke...I'm not pregnant...I know too well to take my contraceptives to avoid problems for you and i” 

Georgia folds her hands in annoyance and turned away from Clark....her little joke didn't go as planned.

Clarke walks majestically toward her.

      “Honey....I'm so sorry....you know how much I genuinely love you".

Clarke draws her towards him and bathes her in erotic kisses, he rubs his hands on her buttocks and then grabs the buttocks firmly as though wanting to pluck them out.

Georgia rolls her eyes and leans into him.

He holds her strongly on her neck while letting her choke...slowly he slipped his hands under her skirt and his fingers found their way into her dripping vagina.

Georgia lets out a faint moan.

    “I see you are already wet" he whispers erotically in her ears.

He looses his grip on her neck and fastened his hands on her perky breast. 

Her nipples were all sore and ready to be sucked.

The elevator dings and opens slowly.

     “Don't let me wait for you” he whispers under his breath.

Clarke had only walked a few steps down the corridor.....the office halls were busy as a tech company should be.

The noise of fingers tapping on keyboards and people chatting loudly was heard from every corner of the halls.

Employees' attempts to exchange pleasantries with Clarke and his consciously snubbing them is a typical morning for Clarke and his employees.

The chatting noise turned to whispers as everyone finally sighted the CEO walk into the room.

The loud ringtone of Clarke's phone starts blaring and echoing.

          “Hello?”

          “Mr. Ford, your wife has been admitted to Health Cross hospital, she met with a domestic accident and your presence is needed immediately”.

  Clarke hurries off immediately but bumps into Georgia by the door.

      “Take care of things here, I would be back"

     “Sir.....where are you headed?"

Clarke rushes out without giving any further answer to Georgia's question.

Georgia knew not to refer to her boss by his name in the presence of other employees.

she wouldn't be able to shut up the gossip when they channel all their findings.

Rachel struggled to sit up on the bed without support, she had adjusted the hospital gown she wore which was almost revealing her fair breast.

The normal saline infusion she was taking intravenously had given her enough strength to sit up by herself.

She had plastered on every single bruise she incurred during the accident and her palm was neatly bandaged.

Charity walks up to her bedside and grinned sweetly at her.

        “How are you now?”

        “Do I look fine?” 

Rachel sounded so sore, her ordeal kept on appearing before her, the menacing laughter of her ex, the delusion she called love haunted her every thought.

She stared into space and a tear rolled down her face.

        “Am I not enough?”.

Rachel kept on asking rhetorical questions while Charity sat back trying to soothe her.

        “I have not been a bad wife, I had always made sure I met his romantic and sexual needs....why did he choose to hurt me this way?”

         “Rachel I need you to stop bawling your eyes out and explain to me what exactly the problem is”

Rachel sits properly this time, covering her legs fitly with the hospital sheet.

     “It's my birthday today and who isn't going to be happy to receive a brand new Tesla from their loving husband?...anyone would be...but why does he have to pretend to love me and have my interest at heart when he fucks other women?”.