While driving out of the plaza, she saw a store with some clothes outside on display. Looking down at the body hugging dress from the previous day which she still wore, Esmeralda decided that it was time already for her to change her cloth. Especially with where she had in mind to go to at the moment. Alighting from the car, she made a walk towards the store. "Good day ma'am!" One of the workers rushed towards her at the entrance and greeted. "You're welcome! What would you like to order? We have various dresses from Turkey,China and even Vietnam. We have limited edition collections and bags worth every penny you might want to spare. Do you want to check any of them out ma'am?"Esmeralda was drawn back by the warm reception she was receiving. Normally this didn't happen. She knew society. Her dressing wasn't befitting of such a welcome the lady was giving her but instead, she followed her. " I want the most expensive custom suits you have available. Designer collection shoes tha
It didn't take a few minutes before Esmeralda was done assembling the new cellphone she had just gotten for herself. When it booted, she went on to its internet browser, immediately after the network came on. It seemed funny to her but what else was she to do when this was her first time, since after getting married, that she would be having a cellphone of her own. And not the house landline which Jared usually called from the office from. Giving lists of what he craved and demanding she prepared it. His sister always joined in the disrespect. How weird that she hadn't reacted since all these while believing she was being a good wife by condoning such. There was one reason she had purchased the phone and it were to check one thing on the internet. As she typed away on the search bar, "What is the colour and taste of tequila", a news popped on her screen. She slid it off and continued to type what she wanted to search when the same news popped up again, but this time from a diffe
Back in the car, Esmeralda was unsure of what she felt. It couldn't be normal and regardless of how much she tried to, she couldn't bring herself to let it slide. Maybe she was overthinking because of her rage but then something odd had been wrong with that drink she was sold. Or if it wasn't the drink, it would have to be her. Last she recalled, tequila was a very strong alcoholic drink. A shot was perfect to get one sober. But she and taken three and didn't even feel drunk one bit. Eyes clear. Her visions perfect, even to the extent that she was ready to drive her car by herself without needing a chauffeur service. Still doubting the possibilities of that happening, coupled with Francis' confession that he owned the bar, who knew if he hadn't instructed his workers before then not to serve her alcohol anymore. She was naive in the world of it, hence she had been unable to tell. But she couldn't shake it off her mind. Starting the car, she drove to a Mart and walked straight to
A punch had landed on his face and Esmeralda had stared surprisingly at who did. She didn't expect that someone would come in, neither had she noticed. Turning her head, she discovered it to be Jared. And although she was grateful that someone had saved her, she didn't expect it to be himAnd as she didn't, she loathed the fact that he was the one that came to her aid. Why was he following her wherever she went? Those were the first questions that came to her mind immediately she saw his face. As if that was not enough, he was still meddling in her affairs, uninvited. "What are you doing here?" She asked him coldly, unable to contain her anger and contempt. Memories of the words she has heard him say before came flooding her head. And although he had been saying the truth or even dissing her husband in the argument he caused to help her, she felt her privacy being invaded. And yet, instead of giving her space, he still found her down to this bar she had come to, to chill off.
Jared stumbled through the front door with blood still crusting his lip despite how he has tried cleaning it up.A dark bruise was swelling beneath his eye and his cheeks. His face was in a bad state."Jared!" his mother gasped, rushing to him, her voice tight with panic. "What happened to you?"He didn’t answer. His chest heaved, but his eyes stayed blank.Behind her, his sister Yvette, stood frozen by the hallway wall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. She didn't know what to say as she stared at her brother's half dead face, wondering what might have happened to him.The silence screamed louder than any explanation."Where is Esmeralda? You went to her her. Where is she I'm starving" his sister finally spoke while staring at him.His mother seemed to be interested in the question her daughter had asked as well. Because her eyes were intermittently gazing at the entrance awaiting when a second person would walk in."I didn't hear
A young man was walking into an empty room with a glass in his hands. He wore a tight condom pant and was shirtless. Probably a stripper. Esmeralda believed. It was just strippers who dressed that way around here. She walked after him, following him closely. She had noticed that each of the former ones she had found before were claimed by the first woman or man to enter the room with them. And although some took in more people, once they closed the door behind them, there was no acceptance again. So Esmeralda hastened her steps behind him to be the first. She did arrive first but a second man dressed up walked into the room as well. Her nostrils flared as she awaited him to leave the room. She came in first, so he had to respect the fact that she came first. Strings of thought filled her mind as she awaited him to leave. But the man didn't even budge an inch. What was he thinking? That she would allow him touch her or what? The stripper didn't say anything to keep the man