All Chapters of APHRODISIA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Marcello Michael picks up on the third ring. “ What’s up?”“I need Zara Parkinson’s contact details.”“ And why would you need that?”“Actions first, questions later”“That’s why you’re still a hot tempered knucklehead”I chuckle. “ Alright dumbass, I just want to apologize to her. I may have said some mean things earlier”“Try rude”“Seriously bro”He hesitates for a moment then says “ Fine”. The line goes dead.I have an idea in mind and if I play my cards right, I could uplift the company’s image and still escape my father’s wrath. It’s after work hours , so I decide to head home. I haven’t seen my mother in about two weeks . It’s best not to piss her off and have her call me herself . I may be a grown man almost in my thirties and over a feet taller than her, but trust me when I say I’ll never be too old for my mama’s chanclas.Was it when I was Seventeen? I made the mistake of talking back to my mother and stomping out. She watched me walk out without as much as a peep. That’s w

ZaraMorning rolls around sooner than I expect. The morning rays penetrate the slightly parted blinds of my window. I sit up groggily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My body feels like it has been run over by a truck and my face feels itchy. I get up and do my regular morning stretches but for some reason, it is more painful today. I walk towards the bathroom but the sound of the doorbell stops me in my tracks.Who could it be this early in the morning?I slowly descend the stairs leading to the living room. The doorbell rings again. “ Hold on!”Whoever is at the door better be getting chased by a wild animal. Else…I swing the door open and see the last person I was expecting to see. Hands on my waist, I shoot said person my nastiest glare. “ How did you find my house?”He smirks. He actually smirks. “ I have my ways” Unbelievable. "I hope those ways of yours include how to make yourself at home in jail, becau

Turns out the combination of mayonnaise and peanut butter had triggered a break out on my face. The doctor adviced that it is imperative for me to look after my health and everything I eat, as I am no longer by myself now. Smoking and alcohol was also prohibited. Not that I’m much of a drinker or a smoker anyway. I fix myself a plate of tomato soup and few slices of garlic bread. I was craving it so bad that I had to drop by and do some grocery shopping. In a way, I was thankful that I got to fill up my almost empty refrigerator.Marcello’s words from earlier crosses my thoughts and I feel my appetite wane. Marriage …As far as jokes went, this was the cruelest of them all. This is something I had wanted so bad , that I was willing to endure a few bad relationships. Now that I had given up, the same thing is being presented to me on a platter. Fake but still…Fear, so terrifying fills my nerves like a shot of hard drugs. What if I am unable to raise this child on my own ? If I accep

Marcello New York evenings around this time of the year are often picturesque. The air is crisp , evidencing the season we are currently in- Spring. My favourite season of the year has always been Winter but there’s something about the Spring breeze that fills me with nostalgia. The sun is currently setting and the sky, a brilliant blue transitioning to a blend of orange and pink. I have always had an eye for art. As my best friend, Michael Black, would say, “ you and your aristocratic hobbies”.I smile lightly. The son of a gun…I wouldn’t exactly say he is wrong. I enjoy all the sports majority would term old fashioned; polo racing, golf, fencing and recently, fencing. I like to think my taste is refined.I maneuver my car down the winding road that opens into the residential area on Long Island. Several restaurants line the side of the open street . I sight an art gallery or two among the numerous high rise buildings. Yet, the aesthetic does nothing to quell the unease brewing in

Zara“Hi babe, I’ve missed you”“Yes babe, I’ve missed you too” he repliesI turn my head towards him so fast, I almost get whiplash. Babe? Who’s this woman anyway?My shock slowly morphs into fear. Does this mean I have been lured here to be made fun of? Did Marcello’s parents already know about our fake relationship? Does this…“ You must be Zara”I turn my attention to the new addition in the room. “ That would be me”Something about her seems familiar though, but I can’t seem to place my finger on it. I take a proper look at her and my belly churns with something unpleasant. Judging by her dress sense, she is a classy woman. She has on a green dress that does wonders for her figure. Long legs, a designer bag hanging delicately on her hand, long dark hair. A brunette, I see.“Zara?”Wait a minute…I knew she looked familiar for a reason. I raise my eyes to her face . She has quite sharp features and a smile on her face. Why is she smiling?“Zara. Mi’ja”Has she figured it all ou