Today was probably a stormy day. Today would be a pivotal day in the history of her babies; today was the day they started school. But before they got registered, there was one more thing she needed to confirm.She picked up her phone and punched in the numbers, waiting impatiently at the droning sound of the network service provider before it connected on the other side. The usually lively voice of Sally came alive at the other end."Hey, Sally, good morning.” Lana tried to match up with her liveliness.“Good morning, most beautiful. How may I be of help to her royal majesty today?” She always had her way of making the latter feel flattered, and she succeeded again today.Lana could feel the blood rushing to her face and her cheeks turning red when she heard ‘royal majesty’ but she knew in one corner of my heart that she only got showered with all these accolades because she was a party to Cameron increasing Sally’s salary.“I wanted to ask how it’s going with the documents.” She mut

Andre’s POV I was in the trenches, visiting our supervisors on our upcoming projects. The Trenches, as we preferred to call them, were the ghetto areas of the city—the vermin that scoured the beautiful landscape of our urban city. The name was derived from a song of the same name, narrating the sufferings of soldiers trapped in trenches in the Second World War and how they were similar to the people caught in the crossfire of poverty, trapped in the ghetto. Driving through the Trenches is usually a rough and demanding experience, with the poverty-stricken air attacking through all your senses. Right from the pathway that leads to the residential areas, you start to feel the nausea welling through you. Underdressed and malnourished children, mothers with tiny bodies and expectant faces, cheap alcohol, and prostitution were the things you could surely find here, among a few others. They had even formed their own type of government—an authoritative man claiming to listen and fight fo

The television reporter looked high and gay in her dress, beaming smiles from ear to ear as she welcomed both me and Cameron to the studio’s dressing room at the ABCN corporation, one of the biggest media moguls in the region.Featuring on this TV show was a sure ticket to garnering recognition, both locally and internationally. The presenter’s assistant came into the dressing room, passing some sticky notes to us as we relaxed on the plush cushions.Soon after, the TV presenter, a stocky woman in her late twenties with a body shape that made teenagers jealous and heads turn, walked into the room, pulsating the aura of buzz that was expected from someone of her class and profession.Her retro-styled packed ponytail rested softly at the back of her nape, while her suit seemed to be tailored from heaven, fitting perfectly to her streamlined body. She walked closer to us and extended her arms, a wave of sweet-smelling female cologne sweeping through the air.“Hi, I’m Millie Pedro, your p

Andre’s POV I couldn’t bring myself to bear the crushing weight of my mother’s selfishness and coldness when it came to business matters; it could even otherwise be described as evilness. The meeting had been lengthy, well into the night, and I had just retired at the mansion, trying Kathy’s line but having refused to pick up. I was asleep before I hit the bed, all my strength drained from me due to the long drive from the Trenches to this place. After some hours, I heard a gentle knock on the door and the knob turning. Only Hermione and Freda had the audacity to turn the knob in my room without regard for my privacy. I knew Hermione was probably cuddled up in the drunken arms of Ryan, and if there was one thing Freda hated so much, it was interrupting her sleep. I settled for Hermione, scrambling out of bed and cursing under my breath. I am surely going to bang her head on the wall if she comes here asking for the key to the wine cellar or something meaningless. She knocked aga

It seemed like he was solving a problem when he had married Lana, compounding it when he had sent her packing, all in a desperate bid to always fulfil his mother’s wish. He regretted accepting the post in the first place.Kathy stirred in bed, her soft white skin brushing against his rough skin. He had come home and apologised, and they had made love with one another in the tenderest way he had ever experienced from her.The sex from last night—every bit of it—and he relived it all. The electric shock rippling through his skin every time she touched him, the otherworldly feeling he had any time their lips connected in a kiss, the jolt he felt in every thrust, how he felt on top of the world as he approached orgasm.He looked at his lover, his heart leaping for joy, merely looking for joy. The sun was already up and shining brightly. He pulled out from her grip, gentle enough not to awaken her from her deep sleep; she was too sad, and when they made love, she gave her all. He wondered