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
I really thought I was going to escape this time-my feet hitting the floor in the most desperate escape attempt when, suddenly, I felt rather trapped in this strange place. The sound of my breathing seemed like thunder in my ears, and anticipation raced through my heart.But it was in vain; he caught me. I entered the visitor's room without locking the door, and Adrian also entered with agility and speed. He shut the door, and the lock clicked ominously like a death knell in that room.The sound chills my back, creating feelings of dread and foreboding. There is no escaping; I know that.Adrian's eyes brightened up with triumph as he neared me. "Where are you running to?" he said, in a low voice and sinister tone. "You can't escape me, okay?" He sneered at me while his eyes glinted with a sinister intent. "While I am a good man," he added, with such heavy sarcasm that it felt like a goddamn truck ran over me, backward.Lying down in bed, I laughed to hide the creeping fear up my spine
He exhibited an almost palpable sense of defeat in voice tinged with disappointment and exasperation as he spoke. "Okay, my penis is no longer erect from asking so many questions," he answered while avoiding my gaze as if seeking a way to escape. I could only feel a smirk on my face from a suppressed sense of victory and amusement at his miserable lot.His trousers caught my eyes. I noticed his pride had all but fallen to the ground, like a cut-off tree. It felt so funny; I could feel a giggle yearning to be released any second. "Mtchew", Adrian said, looking depressed and annoyed, with the whole body language of a beaten man."Mrs. Question," he called me, his voice dripping with sarcasm, frustration, and humor married into one split-second brush. I couldn't really help laughing, each sound like a mighty riffle pouring out of me, my whole body shaking with mirth as I considered the sheer absurdity of the situation. Adrian's plans had been thwarted, and I had escaped for the time bein
THE NEXT MORNINGThat is the noise of the alarm clock. The voice that seemed to come hauntingly through the walls of sleep woke me up immediately. But I was hazy and too enticed to be engulfed by the soft facade of my bed covers. I nestled deeper into the blankets, releasing a soft sigh, as I tried to shake the coils of sleep off my mind.And then I remembered, I had to follow Adrian to his office-that oven hot place-to meet his designs team today. Contemplating all that brought me an incomprehensible wave of energy and left me sitting up in bed with my mind racing.With the comforter on the floor, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and left them dangling. Standing, I slowly reached up, stretching arms high overhead. I arched my back, attempting to dispel all of the sleep from my body.The movement took me to the bathroom, quiet steps against the floor marking the start of my morning routine. I douse my complexion with cool water and brush my teeth until the familiar mint flavor
I couldn't stop smiling as I stood there, listening to Adrian's request. "Baby, this is an office, not a party or club," I softly said with my shaking head of amusement.But Adrian's look stayed serious, his eyes boring into mine as he replied, "Yes, I know, but dress attractively for me, would you?" The bedroom posts had, long ago, developed a low sound and hum. The smirk that began to grow on his lips was from the wicked pleasure he got in torturing me with his pleading looks and boyish charm.Allocating enough time for him, thus, with a smile, I turned and began walking toward the bathroom with water beckoning my warm body like a siren's call. Bath time! The water soothed my eyes against the final remnants of sleep and made me stand there leisurely, washing my bum, rinsing off my taxed body, and keeping my thoughts of Adrian alive as I entered the shower.The water soothed like a balm upon my needy skin, washing out every trace of fatigue from the previous night. I stood there as t
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
ADRIAN POVFive months laterSoftly I entered the room calling for my wife. "Honey," I said very softly, very lovingly. "I'm over here, baby," she said, warm and inviting, as I turned in the direction of her voice.Jenny was in the room, snacking and gently rubbing her stomach. She had dancing happiness in her eyes, and her face shone with a glorious smile. I, at that moment, couldn't help but smile back at her, as time seemed to make my love grow stronger for her."You are eating too much baby," I said, staring right at her, mischief ringing in my voice."Funny. It's that time of the baby." She replied, "I'm eating for two now, you know." And I laughed and shook my head, awestruck by the miracle in her womb.Looking at her, he could not stop the gratitude that he felt for all that was in store for the couple. The joy of becoming parents was getting real for them, and the dreamy excitement of meeting their little one was almost tangible. Then Jenny held my hand, intertwining her finge
ADRIAN POVAll fit to burst with happy joy, and really not in any way able to keep joy controlled, I ran straight towards Jenny's ward; and my heart beat like a train's wheels running on the tracks. Cracked the door ajar, I peeped in. But, no sooner did my eyes lay on my beautiful wife lying down there, with her eyes locked onto the television-"Honey," I called softly so as not to startle her.She turned her gaze to me, and a slight smile fell across her lips. "Yea," she replied soft and gentle. I moved to the edge of the bed and sat on it beside her, our eyes shining into each other. I was lost staring into those beautiful eyes and getting all the more lovely toward her.Before the evils of my mind settle, I kissed her lips very lightly, "I love you very much," he whispered-voice barely audible as he choked with emotion. She smiled and wrapped her arms around me, drawing in tighter. "I love you too," she murmured, still kissing me.Kissing her made euphoria and gratification wrap aro