All Chapters of Married to a stripper (BlackBook 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sound of her ringtone ghosted a dizzy groan out her lips but her eyes won't open. They were still sleep coated and resulted in her hand playing the role of her eyes with the help of her ears. Zaphrina outstretched her hand to the direction of the ringtone but tapped on an empty surface and then a book, now her lamp. Damn phone! "Hello..." Her gravelly voice dawdled immediately at the phones hold. "Will you get your ass off that bed and come help me prepare for a dinner date tonight?" "Aren't you aware of the time?" Her voice was now slowly but surely diving back into sleep like her eyes did. "I am, reason why I called." Her hand sluggishly directed the phone to a pair of barely opened eyes. Nothing reported clear to them before but the blurred figures at the top left of her screen were enough to hit her eyes open.  9...wait!! Perhaps her eyes were playing tricks on her. A couple of eye blinks got the fo

She woke up to the first two seconds into the intolerant noisiness of her alarm and stopped it without the slightest hesitation. It was only five-thirty in the morning; Enough time to tidy up and relax over a cup of hot chocolate before embarking on a long journey. She made sure to round up in quietness not wanting to disturb her mum.  She had breakfast while standing, her light brown eyes focused on nothing but the kitchen window, she gently sipped the hot brown liquid inside her favorite white mug as she watched the sunrise like a baby, painting the once black sky into a bright blue one with little to no clouds roaming it, however, some birds flew from one tree to the other chirping and chanting their mind soothing melodies. Nature was indeed wonderful. She snapped out of her reverie as she heard a door creak. Her mum must be awake already. Just a couple of hours left to report to work on time, Zaphrina hurriedly wished her mum a good d

She wasn't vulnerable, neither was she...submissive. Well, scratch the latter, for it was a requirement for a successful employer-employee relationship.  Zaphrina had exited the heated study and was headed to her unit fuming red. She needed no one to tell her her ears had detonated a fountain of vapor. Her heart felt heavy all of a sudden, must have magnetized some neighborhood hatred, ready for exhibition on just one person. Was he going to use them for his own sick pleasure? He better not, she wouldn't let him rub mud in her face nor Intimidate her. No way. Her lips quietly carved the words.  The last thing she would live to do was to let people of his caliber oppress her. They aren't born yet. "Zaphrina?"  The sudden audibility of the faintly familiar voice got her missing the last step, she swiftly attached both hands to the balustrade to prevent her face from the cold embrace of the marbles. A head snap to her left,

He felt better, he had to admit the soup was surprisingly effective. In no time, he was standing before his dressing mirror adjusting his burgundy tie stuck in a waistcoat underneath a double-breasted jacket, his eyes still drooled a little and contained barely conspicuous bags beneath them but it didn't matter since he already had a solution to that. His once dried and sandy throat was now manageably moist. It was already ten in the morning, three hours late for work. Good thing he was his own boss. He wore his dark shades and directed himself out of home, but before doing so, he thought about rendering the kitchen a little visit. He had no idea why his mind and legs led him there but he was sure his mouth will do things once in there. Perhaps apologize to her for acting like an asshole or to thank her for the phenomenal, and delicious soup she had made some time ago. But then again, was he capable of erupting any sign of gratitude to her even though he owed her so much. No. That

He was again deserted, in his office like in his life. It should've been something he's used to but sadly, he wasn't. Marley was basking in misery unlike he was before Zaphrina showed up. From the moment she walked out the door, for some reason, he felt like she took along a part of him. That part of him he had never known existed before. After their hampered encounter, he acknowledged the anguish she imposed in him especially after her sad but slightly reassuring confession. For some reason, he despised to think he wasn't the cause of her tears and for some other, he was glad he hadn't really hurt her though he was eager to admit guilty of the perpetration.He uttered profanity as he slid a little deeper into his chair. She was...Yes, she was slowly worming her way in, he didn't know how she did that but she was getting successful at it and he didn't like that. Not the least.His door gently swung open exhibiting a slender blonde owning a pai