Adrian's words lingered in the air as a summer morning mist that enveloped everything in mystery while my eyes were drawn to the blueprint like an illuminating summer sunbeam which revealed every detail. "This is it," he exclaimed with an unnatural excitement that resonated like the delicate buzz of a summer insect charged with vibrant energy.My cognitive functions initiated data processing while examining the blueprint, reminiscent of an autumn breeze's delicate leaf rustle which appeared to convey hidden messages. The realization struck me with the delicate collision of a summer wave against warm evening shores. "Baby, there is something your writer is missing," I said, my voice filled with a sense of conviction, like the soft, gentle pounding of a summer drumbeat that seemed to echo through every cell of my body."The importance of the project," I added, my eyes locked onto Adrian's, like the soft, gentle gaze of a summer moon shining brightly in the night sky. I explained why gov
The tension continued to build between Christian and Adrian. Christian's voice pierced the space with the cold, demanding authority of a steel blade that cut through the severing weight of anger and frustration that had lingered for ages."I request, and not demand, that you lower your voice, Adrian," he said, with each word, in glaring contradiction to the rising anger surging within Adrian, spreading like a dark cloud across the horizon.Adrian's disbelief was compellingly stupendous; he had been completely floored by Christian's remark as he stared stupidly with mouth agape and eyebrows raised in questioning. He felt transfixed, as if beyond motion and speech. It was as if Christian had turned him into an erect statue of his own anger and frustration.But Christian was all too determined. His words grew sharper, his tone louder, more intense; the dam to his frustrations broke; a rising flood had been building for months, years maybe — a squall waiting to land, lightning tearing at
Christian terminated the call, leaving Adrian aghast, his face reddened with pure wrathful passion as anger blazed in his eyes with indignation, like a wildfire raging uncontrolled.... What gives him the right?" he burst out, the sound of his becoming louder, angrier, almost hitting the walls challenge them to let them know he was very upset, then cry for outrage like a wounded deer scaring the sledge."And just how could this lowlife dare!" he spat, as contempt and loathing dripped from every word, venomous in its tone, curling his lip in scowl on face-a very picture of anger and hatred. His eyes glowed incandescent with rage vibrant with indignation, every part of him pulsing with such rage as if a live wire were bursting sparks of electricity.Adrian promptly called Christian again, fingers flying across the keypad as if time were the essence, boiling over with indignant anger and frustration like water that had been put on the stove but never cared for.Adrian's voice, whip-like w
It was the early morning light sifting through the open window, depositing warmth and golden beams across the room as the notification on Adrian's phone woke him up. The soft melody ringing from the notification seemed to intrude on the silence of the morning: it was a gentle but insistent call for attention.With excruciating slowness, Adrian stirred, propped himself on one elbow, and reached for the phone; his heavy lids stage-opened in slow motion as he unlocked the phone and looked at its screen.This text from Christian was an incursion, an off-key jarring note overpowering the relaxation of Adrian's morning. Blinking away the disturbance of sleep off his mind, he mumbled to himself as his half-awake eyes read the message. "Mr. Adrian, I regret the day I ever started working with you, and I curse the day I have to work with you." The words branded into Adrian's somewhat semi-conscious consciousness, scalding-hot acid-like, almost leaving him reeling.Just as Adrian was about to s
Adrian's mind was actually racing back to the time when Christian was nothing and very petty, a nobody, a mere shadow of a man, living on the streets and struggling for life. It is the very same memory of how deeply he had picked Christian up-the entire gutter of him, both literally and figuratively, to redeem him. There was the way Christian would have looked at him with gratitude and admiration as he pulled him up to his back.He entered his car and drove away. "He has forgotten how I picked him up from the gutter," said the voice of Adrian, most definitely, as it dripped with a sense of betrayal, along with a hurt that seemed to have cut deep into his soul.Because the words would tumble off in a slow, deliberate cadence, it was almost as if he were composing poetry about some ballot brought from deepest recesses of his heart to express the sheer feeling of disappointment that had crept in from all corners for understanding or about possible solutions for Christian's foolishness.A
A thought began to form in my mind as I read the blueprint proposal:"I should surprise Adrian by correcting it." I knew enough about blueprints and government proposals to be confident in making some capable contributions to the project. I was then filled with exhilaration and purpose, knowing I had the ability to positively affect Adrian's very fabric of existence.Sitting at the table with the blueprint spread out before me, I began to assess all its details-the lines and the curves-with a keen eye. I would keep on correcting every mistake and documenting every detail, making sure everything was in order.Errors started to reveal themselves to me: minor mistakes in the blueprints that, if I didn't point them out, could very well be a source of major problems.I inhaled, my mind narrowing on the undertaking before me. I surveyed the scene around my phone, researched the Dubai Government's likes and dislikes, their regulations, and their requirements.If I could cater the proposal to
I gradually tried to wake, and darkness greeted me with the still hours of the night. Stress and exhaustion would have put me in such a deep sleep that I had no concept of time. I let out a huge yawn as if to free myself of the excessive fatigue still hanging on my body while I stretched my arms and legs, fighting off the hold of sleepiness.I swung my feet off the bed and made for the living room, where I hoped to find Adrian glued to his favorite channel. To my disappointment, he was not back yet. I settled myself comfortably on the couch with the remote control in my hand, switched on a movie, and willed the built-up anxiety to go away somehow.The film had barely started to take my interest when Adrian's voice sounded loud and clear from the living room: Well Adrian, baby, where are you? With sincerity of love and concern, he asked. The instant I heard such a familiar voice, a smile crossed my face. I could sense that indescribable thrill which comes just when he arrives home to m
"I have the right to see you anytime I want, morning, afternoon, or evening, or night or midnight," Adrian said, sending chills cascading down my spine in hushed tones reminiscent of a promise. So much present emotion was warring with his affairs that I felt utterly unstrung. What was happening with Adrian? Why was he so sure, so intense? I needed to understand his mind at work because of this force drawing me into his chrysalis."Please talk to me," I said, my voice light, a soft summer breeze. "What is all this about?" My eyes searched beyond every possible imperfection in his face, hoping to find the one that would give me an answer. My heart drumming painfully fast with expectation. Adrian's face softened, eyes glinting with that electric spark. "Okay," he said, "let's go to the bedroom." His voice, low and husky, held that promise. "So I will explain it to you," he continued, pausing as if to consider. His eyes were dancing with mischief now, as if to say he might take his chance
JENNY PIVMy screams cupped their ears with my own? I felt as though slipping off her control, being drowned in an abyss of excruciation. In an out-of-focus view, Adrian was leaning towards me in, eyes staring at me with such burning intensity of concern. His "What is going on?" sounded firm but buried in the undertones of fear, almost as though a threat to his self-control amid my torment. As if the pain refused to let me say anything, anything to his question, with the moment slowly refining into a blur.Adrian's hands held my powerless body, soothing me, but it didn't work; there was no soothing to be found. All I could feel was pain - pain so great, so consuming, so enormous. I felt like I was becoming lost, that I was passing away; that somehow losing consciousness would shield me from that horrible agony tearing through me.''Adrian's face was hardly an inch or two away from mine, and his eyes were now fixed on mine, as though filled with desperate concern. `Baby, please, what's
JENNY POVFurious banging outside sounded louder and louder as Grace wrapped her fists against the door. It was as if each strike manifested her anger physically through the evening air. "My love, please take it easy," Jenny said hardly above a whisper, turning to me and causing me concern. Concerned, Anna's eyes pleaded with mine; she seemed to search for tranquility amid a brewing storm."Adrian said to me, 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace'." Adrian, in his authoritative yet soothing voice, said, "Adrian said to me with a much softer voice: 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace.'"Not to say another word, Adrian walked toward the gate, determined and purposeful in his steps. Closely followed by me, heart banging loud in my ears, like the drums in a primitive ritual. Grace was truly filled with rage, and tension. My own simmering emotions almost boiled to the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.And again the sound of her beating grew louder; it insisted, a
CHAPTER245JENNY POVLooking at me, completely aghast, Grace's eyes widened with her smile. "Oh, yes," she said. "I have been watching you two for quite some time. I know about the little marriage you have with each other and I know how you both can drive a wedge into each other's side."Adrian's expression was like dusk, with his eyes blazing out all his pent-up wrath. "Touch her and your death will be at your door," he commanded.She chuckled gleefully, "Oh, but you have. I've been your model servant, pretending all along, just biding my time to strike and watch the disarray of your union as your history unfolds."I shivered at her words. Was this marriage truly in danger? Would Grace really fracture everything we had built together?Grace's words made me miserable with indecision. Surely, she wouldn't have done that. I looked towards Adrian to see how this would have affected him, but his face reflected no such expression- it had a strict seriousness."You will not lift a finger to
JENNY POVWe strolled to the living room and there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights illuminating the path from the entrance, we found Grace (or so she claimed) standing with head downcast, turning eyes to the floor in a gesture of abandonment and with shoulders slumped in an act of discomfiture. "Good day, sir and ma'am," she addressed, her whisper almost inaudible, trembling slightly as she spoke, the words formed by hardly fluttering lips."Yea, Grace," he replied in a neutral tone, without a discernible expression, right when we sat together, as I was sitting on him, arms wrapped around me while holding me to himself, a hand softly placed on my stomach. Adrian then turned to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with a furrowed, working overtime with his brain to decode whatever she was ruminating upon."Grace, who are you?" he asked in a commanding tone that seemed to challenge such pronouncement, laced with some measure of skepticism, his tone even dripping wi
JENNY POVThe onset of this incident will forever remain my awakening hour, with the night still darkened. I became more aware of my surroundings, with the first thing in sight being Adrian, my husband, seated next to me with a most concerned look on his face. That dim bedside lamp light warmed him, throwing the depths of his worry into bold relief."What happened?" I pictured me demanding, but my voice was edged with confusion and alarm. Just as I attempted to rise, dizziness would encompass me, my husband's hands there to gently yet quite firmly assist me."You fell; you fainted," Adrian said. I kept on repeating it to myself in an attempt to fathom what it meant to faint. "I fainted?" I was finally able to whisper, the word now hanging in the air as if challenging my perception.He looked at me for a long moment, concerned but slightly annoyed. "Yes, love," he said gently but firmly. "I've told you to take it easy on yourself." Even as his tone reproached, his eyes showed the quick
JENNY POVMonica left my mother behind, with Grace, the maid, for services in the house. The next day, I woke as if with no energy; my body felt heavy and completely pregnant. "Honey," I called, sweet and gentle, hoping that Adrian would respond. But there was only silence. I waited for a moment expecting him to walk into the bedroom, but nothing.Sighing, I arise and manage to put all my strength into moving toward the kitchen. The instant Grace saw me walk through, she seemed to stop whatever the action was that she was engaged in and smiled, saying "Good morning, ma'am." In that voice, there was this plural, respectful and welcoming tone. I returned the gesture but instinctively put my hands on my huge tummy to rub it while feeling kicks from the baby inside. "Good morning, dear," I added just to sound a little more cheerful than I really felt.It was an exceptionally warm and inviting room that within one breath, would include coffee brewing. I found my usual place on the table an
ADRIAN POVIn the warmth of home, the weak lights of evening embraced us in lazy comfort. "Well, this is home; I was checking on Jenny," I muttered, sadly and tenderly gazing at her with concern. "No need to worry, babe. Jenny was fine," I comforted him with a smile, gently pulling him into hugs.As we moved on toward the room, the only sound from out two feet padding softly across the floor. "We need to hire a maid," I soothingly suggested, trying to approach the subject slowly. But Jenny interrupted, her voice very clear and very strong. "No, baby. I can do all the housework," she opposed right away, with a determined glint in her eyes that dared me to argue with her.My heart reeked of love and guilt towards her. I smiled sweetly and said, "No, my love-no." "You are expecting and I cannot allow you to submit yourself to doing that." Please, let me take care of this." I pleaded as I caressed her hair softly, as though that might somehow soften her resolute spirit.She regarded my w
ADRIAN POVFour hours later, the wait finally ended. Dr. Dazzy walked out of the emergency room, a mask of professionalism on his face, his eyes revealing but a sliver of concern. He called out my name, voice laden with reassuring authority like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, "Mr...?" Suddenly his gaze shifted towards the waiting area, raking in one after the other until at last, it rested on yours truly.I jumped up, my heart racing. Oh yeah, that's me, I whispered back. "How is she? How's Jenny?" The floodgates burst open.The treatment softened the doctor's looks a bit as he nodded. "I'm with your wife now," he said, almost holding out a glimmer of hope. "Let's talk," he said, sending a gesture toward one of the waiting room's quiet corners. My heart drummed in my chest like a drummer preparing for some primitive ritual. What was he going to say? Was Jenny okay? The uncertainty was murder.I quickly marched into the doctor's office, purposeful stride like a man on a mission,
ADRIAN POVAs we lay there, Jenny's body tensed, muscles broiling under the skin like waves about to crest. A grotesque distortion of her face came into view as her eyes were closed shut, and a strangled, guttural cry, "Hpppp!" escaped her lips, followed closely by a heartbreaking wrenching sound. This tearing sound ripped irrevocably through the very fabric of that moment. Eyes that once sparkled with humor and fun turned into tight, scrunched-up furrows of mixed terror and discomfort." And I, exhilarated, turned toward her, speaking soft, reassuring words, almost like a summer's warm, gentle breeze."What is it, baby?" I asked, leniently. Distracted by pain, Jenny barely perceived my touch as I brushed a straining hand from her forehead. In that instant, I felt an electric jolt through my fingers. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she gazed up at me- her expression blurred and hazy, breathing labored. Each rise and fall of her chest steered with ragged breaths alongside cowering flickeri