CHAPTER TWO
With a lingering agitation over the atmosphere, everyone staring at him in suspense. “What do you want?” Mikel grilled out in an icy tone, merely fazed by the sight of the gun pointed at him. All running through his mind was the calculation of bridging their distance, smacking that gun off his hand, and smashing him to his death. However, the tool repeatedly played it part, keeping him restricted as he glared at the muzzle paralleling his gaze. “It’s simple actually, just a transaction of some millions.” He stated, his tone humorous, flicking the gun in their faces to keep them attentive. Sylvie from where she stood has her head bowed, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her mind the least conscious of her surroundings or the situation, the only thing chanting in her head was the obvious fact that her boyfriend of how many years is a cheater. Out of nowhere, she sank to her knees. Hands holding to her chest as she glanced up to face him, his emotionless expression sizing her up on the floor. “There is nothing interesting or important that you have to offer me, so either get out or I’d satisfy the idea of putting a bullet through your brains.” The sentence voiced out to Sylvie, making sure the target of his gun shifted to her. Sylvie knew he was talking to her, her lashes flapped closed as tears cracked through, continuously wetting her cheeks. She couldn’t believe what was happening, or was this guy not her boyfriend. Perhaps he’s a look alike, or a doppelgänger if they existed. “I’m going to count to three, and if you’re still here, I will be sure to send flowers to your funeral.” He laid out another threat, this time in a serious tone as he began the said count down. “Two!” Sylvie pushed up to her feet, voiding her face of the streaming tears as she turned around exiting the room in a quick pace. She strolled by the hallway, in a skittish mood with her legs pulling sluggishly. The tears she stopped from rolling were back, coming out twice the folds. Her hands crossed on her chest as she descend the stairs carefully, totally not conscious of her actions. All running through her mind was the harsh reality of her boyfriend breaking her heart, ripping it out and shredding it to pieces. He played her, was never in love with her she could tell, and then cheated on her with someone she least expected him to. That brought her into questioning, how did he get acquainted with her boss’s wife. Sure she’s always discuss with him on how generous and caring both couples were to her, but never for us put them up for introduction. Sylvie arrived back at the kitchen, too shattered to even continue with the meal she was preparing. She turned off the cooking gas, plopping into a seat behind the kitchen’s island. Salty fluids escaped her orbs, as she rest her face into her palm, her elbow aiding the position on the counter. With everything she’s given to him, all she’s given up for him. Her head fell down on her crossed hands, wailing out sobs as her head rammed through memories that broke her the more. His promise to her, their plans together. She trusted him. Why would he do this to her, why would he not only break her heart, but shatter her completely? Her soul, her mind, her mind, all was plunged and pulled into a void filled with travails. Her heart weighed with pain, the triggering emotion that brought her bawling in tears. Her heart wrenched, wishing all that was happening wasn’t real. But it was, her boyfriend of five years never loved her. Sylvie laughed out in sorrow at the thought of that, sniffing hard as she wiped a tear off her eyes. “What the fuck!” She weeped out the words, followed by a mirthless chuckle. She got off the seat, striding over to the fridge. Opening the door, her eyes searched through the content filling the shelves, not satisfied by what she’s seeing. She pushed her feet forward, stalking out of the kitchen as she marched over to the lounge section. Her mind mused back to the scene, containing her boss, his wife, and her Judas of a boyfriend. He sure would have gotten what he came to get, considering he came prepared. She arrived behind the bar’s counter, faced with the shelves that housed alcoholic beverages and wines. She reached for a bottle, screwing it open as she instantly gulped in her sorrow. She took a seat, thoughts riding back to her current latitude. Drowning her feelings into the bottle of vodka, gulping after another gulp. She smiled painfully, her head starting to spin as she fought to stay conscious. The bottle she picked was now half drank and empty, this was going to be her first drinking. After long minutes of guzzling intoxicants, her head was now spinning and the need to go rest overwhelmed her. The horrendous pain of her heart wrenching, twisting in sorrow, writhing in agony was gone for now and the moment. The sad, traumatic, heartbreaking scene that procreate the sensation in her heart had hid away somewhere in her brain, definitely to resurface whenever her head is cleared. Sylvie pushed to her feet, keeping her eyes opened and wide. Two bottles of vodka, and one of whiskey down on the floor her feet dragged cautiously through. She kept her steps slow, her stance staggering as she stalked her way through the hallway trying to locate her room from her blurred vision. “Whoops! Gosh!” She wheezed out, shaking her head to keep herself in check as darkness fought to talk over. A figure showed up far from her, her cloudy eyes wouldn’t allow a perfect assessment of whoever was coming closer. Soon enough the distance shrunk into a proximity, and darkness won the battle with Sylvie. Her body lost control as she fell straight, landing on something hard and soft at the same time. Sylvie jerked back to consciousness, slapping her own face to keep herself awake. “Who are you?” Her slurred voice queried, looking up at the handsome face that seemed strange and unknown. Her palm stretched out, dropping the bottles she had with her as she cupped the bony cheeks of the familiar stranger. Mikel who was just returning from his study room, where he had went to sulk after his wife betrayed him, and was robbed of some petty dollars. He’d found solace inside the wine bottles kept in his drawer, and had drank away his sadness and senses to stupor. Not wanting to confront his wife just yet, albeit he has to. He has to know why she did it? What he wasn’t giving to her that made her look for it with someone else. She had tried apologizing and taking to him after the guy left, but he just couldn’t look her in the eyes and left the room for his study room. He was making his way back to his own room when a body bumped into him. He squinted, looking into the face of the body he held from falling down, briefly recognizing her as Sylvie until his drunk brain distorted his vision into believing he’s looking at his wife. “Why would you cheat on me?” Mikel questioned, his rigid body towering above hers as he pulled her closer so he could stand up against her. “Dorian?” Her tone brimmed with confusion. She was also seeing a different image. “Dorian, it was you who cheated on me not the other way around. I loved you and you broke my heart.” She campaigned her own distress, hands rubbing all Mikel as he pushed her softly into the nearest wall. “You love me?” He quizzed, face nestling into the crook of her neck as he labeled a kiss, he sucked gently on the skin before moving his mouth to her ear. “Tell me you love me!” He instructed, clearly losing control over his actions as he began raving her body. “I love you.” Sylvie rasped out in a heated voice, his touching all over her lighting her on a fire that drove passion into the moment. “Yes you do.” His palm gripped her neck, directing her face into looking right into his. Sylvie smiled at the beautiful sight of Dorian, closing her eyes the moment she felt him leaning in for a kiss. He captured her into a rough kiss, moments becoming frenzy as they mixed saliva coated with the taste of alcohol. His burning with the sweet and tasty flavor of a Chardonnay, while hers reeked with Whiskey mixed with Vodka. They moved around, kissing their way into a room and eventually onto a bed. His hand raved around her body, shedding her of the clothes she had on. She did the same, eager to feel him deep and buried inside her wet clenching core. In seconds, their wears flew across the room leaving them bare and engrossed in each other. His phallus located her entrance, capturing her in a kiss before plunging in and moving at a steady pace. Moans rasped out from both parties, his hand laid by her nape keeping her face settled on his as he thrust in and out steadily. “Fuck Michelle, you feel so good. Fuck Michelle.” A deep voice rang out, belonging to Mikel Adams, thinking he was in bed with his wife. A deed committed under the guise of alcohol.CHAPTER THREE Sylvie stirred awake, her consciousness unfurling in a sudden instant. She groaned in a muffled tone as she sat up, a painful sensation instantly gripping her head. Warm breeze hit her skin, bringing her to the notice of her nakedness as she glanced around for further inspection, beside her was her boss. Mikel Addams, asleep peacefully and also naked. “Oh shit!” She gasped, pulling a palm down to cover her mouth as she tried piecing the scene together. Sylvie sat up, resting her back against the headboard as she tried to remember how she ended up in bed naked with her boss. Her brain tugged with heaviness, her thoughts conjuring yesterday’s events blurry and hazy. The only part clear was the part she caught her boyfriend cheating on her. One question lingered over her mind, ‘Did I fuck my boss?’ The answer was obvious and could be considered rhetorical. A deep loud groan caught her attention, glancing to her side she witnessed as Mikel yawned in
CHAPTER FOUR Note: Major Time Jump Ahead. Sylvie and her Aunt arrived back home, both settling down to discuss the situation inside the living room. “What are your plans for this pregnancy?” She grilled in a serious tone, looking her in the eyes to read any withheld information. “I have no other option, abortion is my only choice.” She cried out, gazing up at her Aunt with her muddled face drenched in tears. “No!” She sifted over to her side, taking a hold of her palms and squeezing it together with hers. “That is not your only option, you can chose to birth them and take care of them. You can’t just kill three innocent babies.” She reasoned with her, serving as the emotional human guide she needed. Sylvie took her words in, she really can’t murder three innocent babies because of her mistakes. That’s just cruel. “B- But can I survive this?” She asked, actually scared with her tone shaky and body trembling. “You will, and I will be by your side all through ever
Chapter 5 Sylvie peered in silence, letting her eyes fed off the informations leeched around the cold man glaring at her. This wasn’t the Mikel she worked for and knew, neither the Mr Addams that took her under his wing and cared for her back then. Instead, in front of her stood a man filled with spite. He’s now different, she assumed the change’s starting point had to do with his wife. Her thoughts reverting back to her boyfriend, the night that changed everything for her, and her boss. “Are you deaf or what?” His voice jolted again, his perfectly formed lips twitching a small space in grimace. “I’m sorry,” Sylvie said softly, trotting back to motion with her figure zooming past him. There’s no way she could sparked a conversation with him regarding their past. “A filthy scum with her filthy hands, get me a sanitizer!” Sylvie heard his words as she walked off. Sylvie halted to take a glance, looking as he impatiently scrubbed off the spot her head mistakenly hi
Chapter 6 Sylvie dropped out of the cab, eyeing her wristwatch as she marched hastily towards the entrance to a majestic building. She was running late to the time scheduled for her interview, and hints were her boss was a very strict man. Albeit she had woke up early, registering her kids and settling them for schooling was one hectic occasion she had to deal with early this morning. She rushed into the elevator, arriving at the company’s fourth’s floor to have her interview. A male secretary in sight ushered her to a seat where she met lots of different individuals probably there for the same reason as hers, except they all were males, and none out of them is a female. She’s now the only female amidst them. Sylvie tried not to let that bother her, and instead began hoping silently that she gets this job. This company is one of the biggest in the city, majestic and simply rich, securing a job there would most definitely secure a comfortable life for herself and he
Chapter 7 Sylvie was not expecting Mikel to come in as her boss, she prayed, hoped, and wished earnestly for her conjecture to be funny, to be wrong. However, heaven wasn’t really on her side it seems. “Good morning, Mr Addams. I’m your newly hired personal assistant, my name is-“ “I don’t give a damned fuck about who you are, I care about answers to my questions. What are you doing here in my office?!” He paraphrased, his gaze boiling with pure rage. Sylvie found his reaction a little over the top, why was he so worked up about her in here or does he remember who she was to him? “I tried answering sir, but your words were you gave zero fuck, Sir. Again, I’m Sylvie by name, and your newly hired personal assistant. I’m here to keep your plans in check, set and maintain your schedules or appointments, manage your filing systems, and be at your best service,” Sylvie said in a courteous voice and mannerism, keeping her gaze off of Mikel. The last she want to see was his g
Chapter 8They day went on pretty dry and dull. After Mikel mandated his first rule, Sylvie shrunk back to her space with no choice than to oblige. She expected him to indeed reach out whenever he needs her assistance. However, Mikel has kept to his solitude ever since he walked in. It was finally lunch break, and he announced that by demanding Sylvie to excuse him. Sylvie sighed, took just her cellphone and went out of the office, she exhaled a longer and deeper breath after she gently jammed his door closed. “Newbie, you’re indeed here to stay, I wasn’t expecting that.” A voice muttered close to Sylvie, she looked to the direction to see the male secretary coming out of his working booth. He was obviously trying to initiate an interaction, compare to the negative aura Sylvie sensed around him early this morning, he seemed different this noon. Sylvie smiled, “What’s up with your boss? I think he hates me, without even knowing me.” She walked in his direction, speaking about Mik
Chapter 9 Sylvie tried her best to not let Greg’s words deter her liveliness, but there’s this shaky feeling attached to his words that stuck onto her ever since he said it and left. Is someone gonna be after her life now that she’s returned? Or worse, come for her babies? Or was he just pulling that stunt because she didn’t allow a conversation to hold between them? A lot of things ran through her mind, and it was obvious throughout her lunch break with Troye. He had tried to know what went wrong with her mood, but Sylvie never spilled and would just divert his attention. Their break was soon over and she returned back to her office still full of glum. She had just sat down by her desk when the landline provided on her table began ringing, the sudden shrill sound almost jerking her out of her seat. She glanced over at Mikel, to see whether he got bothered, but his head remain buried on whatever he’s clicking away on that computer.He never left the office, he just keeps ghosting
Chapter 10“You have to calm down ma’am, it’s not that serious, we have it under control even. Just that we caught this guy trying to take one of the triplets away, he’s claiming the child to be his, that he’s their father, we thought to bring it to your attention before further steps are taken,” The man explained. Sylvie recognized the voice to be that of her kids’ principal. He was calling from their school. “Huh?” Sylvie furrowed her brows, “Oh,” she sighed, her mind coming to ease. “This guy you talked about, do you know his name or anything about him? Is he still with you?” She quizzed. “He is still with us, and he’s not telling us who he is other than being the kid’s father-““Whoever that is not the father of my kids!” Sylvie chirped into the man’s sentence. “Please keep him with you, I’ll be right there.” Sylvie told him, dropping the call. She looked at Mikel who has his stoic gaze on her the whole time. He nodded at her, “You can go,” he said, and immediately walked out