Marcello’s POV I have never experienced fear like I did today. One minute I was smiling at the brief conversation I shared with Zara, and the next, I received a call that a strange man had abducted her. I ran like a mad man all the way to the control room and when I saw the video, I was paralyzed on the spot. Because there was no time to waste, I started barking out orders to track the vehicle that the abductor left in. After an unsuccessful hour of searching every security camera on the roads leading away from the company, did I receive a text. The text contained an address and a note to come alone. I tire out of there like a mad man to the garage. I barely got into the driver’s seat before Michael stopped me. I had punched him square on the jaw then but he quickly regained his balance and stopped me. “ Cello! Listen to me , man. You’re in no state to drive.”“ They took her, Mike. I don’t even know who did this. It’s all my fault. What if something happens to her?”But, he was q
ZaraThe city is as lively as ever. Couples pass me by, donned in red and white, a symbol of the festivity in the air.It's February 14th, also known as Valentine’s day worldwide. They say it is a day for lovers to celebrate love but I call bullshit.Love does not exist. Trust me, I’ve tried searching. Over the past ten years of my life, I have been in and out of relationships but my past partners only seemed to want one thing – sex.Apparently, finding a relationship without sex in this day and age is akin to what the pastor in my mum’s local church had used to describe rich men who wanted to make it to heaven; a camel passing through the eye of a needle.My first relationship had been in High school, with a boy named Carter. He was sweet at first, buying me coffee and walking me home after school. One day after he walked me home, he asked to come in. He had made a move then, trying to get under my clothes. I had fought him ferociously , holding tightly on to the material of my flowy
ZaraA beautiful, blonde girl stands by the cash register, typing on the system in front of her. She looks up at the chime of the doorbell , eyes lighting up at the sight of Valerie. “ Hey Vee. Are you done for the night?”“ You bet I am. I brought a friend”A friend. She called me her friend. In all 26 years of my existence, I have not had any friends. I’ve always been closed off to people , except my parents and younger brother. It has never been easy for me to fit in with people. But, this woman whom I just met all of thirty minutes ago , called me her friend.“ Vee, she’s tearing up”I look up at the concerned voice of the blonde woman with tears blurring my vision.“ I’m such a mess. Pardon me”“ It’s alright babe. I know Valerie here can be a little bit overwhelming, but she’s a nice person.”“I don’t know whether to be pleased or offended “ , says Valerie, eyeing her friend playfully. The blonde girl introduces herself as Emily -Rose. Valerie goes ahead to inform her about my
MarcelloThis day couldn’t get any worse. First, the company’s stock crashes because of a fake piece of news that circulated social media this morning. Apparently, a girl “I dated” went online to say that I was an abuser and I had constantly beaten her in the short duration of our relationship.Pfft. Everyone around me knew I didn’t do relationships. It required a lot of emotional investment I simply could not afford.I have been up and about since the early hours of today, trying to shut down the rumors but it had already circulated every corner of the media. Being young, rich and popular had it’s perks but it also had it’s downsides; one of it being that when any news about you gets out, people pounce on it like bloodthirsty zombies, regardless of it’s truth status.I just concluded a meeting at the office with the PR team when my father burst into my office with murder in his eyes. My father, Hernandez Andres is who you would describe as terrifying; big build, thick brows and a con
Zara He swipes his key card and the beep of the door matches my pulse. Something tells me I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life but my mind is made up. If my mother could see me now… I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. It’s now or never. I’m not getting any younger. Best get this out of the way. I take a deep breath and walk further into the room. I gasp. This place is…breathtaking. I have never considered my family poor but we’re not exactly rich either. This room right here screams ‘luxury’ A chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, tasteful furniture and pieces decorating the room. To my right, stands what looks like the kitchen island, covered in shiny black marble. The whole interior of the room is black , white and grey. A typical bachelor’s house. I sneak a peak at the man in the room. He takes off his cufflinks and unbuttons his shirt. I had not taken a good look at him earlier but standing here with him like this in this confined space, I
ZaraIt’s Saturday and for me ,that means deep cleaning. Only, this time, it’s aggressive cleaning.The nerve of that man!I wasn’t exactly expecting him to kiss my feet and make me a path of rose petals but I also was not expecting to be treated like a bug…You can get dressed and leaveHa!I was dumbstruck for a few minutes after he not so rudely told me to leave . He had proceeded to walk into the en suite bathroom like he did not just trample on my dignity. You give a man your virginity and he does not even have the decency to thank you…Last night may have been my first time but I know enough to not get treated like that. Tears prickle the back of my eyes. I wipe at it furiously. I haven’t cried over a man in my entire existence, I’m not going to start now…It doesn’t exactly help that I am sore all over. Imagine my surprise when I got up to stomp out of the jerk’s place and couldn’t walk straight. I had to limp all the way to the elevator and into the waiting cab outside.W
Zara The past few weeks have been hectic. After the events of that night, I threw my self into work the next week and in the weeks to follow. The only time I had to unwind was when I met with Valerie and Emily. The thought of my new friends brings a smile to my face. I never thought I’d be so open to having other people in my space but I seemed to like it so far. The girls had teased me endlessly on the first night we met. It was definitely hard to keep up with the amount of profanities Valerie dropped in each sentence. The girl swore like a sour grandma but I found myself smiling whenever she spoke. I would say she is a ray of sunshine but she puts the entire sun to shame, that one. Emily on the other hand is gentle, with the prettiest smile. They balance each other out perfectly. A knock sounds outside my office and in walks my Secretary, Leslie. My position in the company is not the highest but being a Senior Associate meant I was entitled to my own assistant. “ Ma’am , the
ZaraThe train ride to the hospital was nothing short of a nightmare. I almost puked all over the train and the innocent passengers. Why?A certain man decided to squeeze every drop of juice from my stomach , with his strong cologne. I wouldn’t go as far as calling it ‘cologne’, death trap was more like it. I was enjoying the scenery and loving the wind on my face when said man got into the seat beside me. I felt my stomach churn in a worse manner than I had experienced at the cafeteria.So, the whole trip, I had to give myself a pep talk, yunno, not to embarrass my family and all, with my fingers plugging my nose.The moment I walked into the hospital, I ran straight for the restrooms. I proceeded to puke out everything I had eaten in the last two days. Now, waiting for my name to be called, I revel in the smell of antiseptic. Have hospitals always smelled so good?I chuckle lowly. It’s funny because the few times I had accompanied my mom to the hospital for her routine examinat
Marcello’s POV I have never experienced fear like I did today. One minute I was smiling at the brief conversation I shared with Zara, and the next, I received a call that a strange man had abducted her. I ran like a mad man all the way to the control room and when I saw the video, I was paralyzed on the spot. Because there was no time to waste, I started barking out orders to track the vehicle that the abductor left in. After an unsuccessful hour of searching every security camera on the roads leading away from the company, did I receive a text. The text contained an address and a note to come alone. I tire out of there like a mad man to the garage. I barely got into the driver’s seat before Michael stopped me. I had punched him square on the jaw then but he quickly regained his balance and stopped me. “ Cello! Listen to me , man. You’re in no state to drive.”“ They took her, Mike. I don’t even know who did this. It’s all my fault. What if something happens to her?”But, he was q
Zara’s POV “Okay, Beatrice, am I supposed to know who you are?”She maintains the wide grin on her face but I see her left eye twitch a little. She flips her hair and continues. “ It’s Brenda”“ That’s what I said”She looks like she wants to slap me. The feeling is mutual. She gives me a cursory gaze from head to toe. " you're quite the plain Jane. I wonder what he sees in you."" excuse me?"“ you're excused.""Look here, you..."she raises her palm as if to signal me to stop talking.Marcello will be here soon so why don’t you run along and wait for him inside?”“Let me out of here and I promise I won’t make you pay for it.” She cackles loudly, dry and scratchy, like nails on a chalkboard. I have to physically restrain myself from wincing. She traces a line down the side of my face with her nail and lifts my chin with one finger. “I don’t think you quite get it , honey. I call the shots around here , not you. I’ve been very civil with you so far. We don’t want that to change, do
Zara’s POV The thing about regret is that it comes so belatedly. It waits until you’ve gotten so caught up in your actions , then it shows it’s face. I should have listened to him . I should have stayed home when he asked me to but I wouldn’t be Zara Parkinson if I became pliant.After I left Marcello’s office, I decided to go home because I had had enough for one day. My feet ache and there was a dull throbbing in my temple. It wasn’t until I got to the underground parking lot that I noticed something was off . I felt a presence behind me but when I turned , I saw nobody. Still, I couldn’t shake off the eerie feeling.I rushed to Mercedes C300 that Marcello let me use and searched frantically for my car keys in my handbag. But, just before I could insert the key, a heavy body slammed into me from behind. In the process, I slammed my belly against the car. Pain like I have never felt engulfed me, from my stomach to every part of my body. I scanned the vicinity for an escape opening
Marcello’s POV We sit in silence as the minutes go by. I am hyper aware of the passing minutes, of the sound of cars and people below. The scenery outside does nothing to calm my beating heart. I look at the woman opposite me . She is staring at the floor, fingers tracing the material of her dress nervously. I want to push her to tell me but I know she needs time to gather her thoughts. The chime of a clock, buildings away, breaks the silence. She looks up at me and meets my gaze already trained on her. I smile softly at her, in a bid to give her a semblance of reassurance. It’s all I can do to not think about what she called me earlier. Baby …The words left her mouth so easily but my pulse has been thrumming quietly since. I want to ask her who the clown outside is and why she looks so unlike herself. I also am in a dilemma, as to whether I am ready for what her endearing term entails. Yes, I know I call her some names but only because I enjoyed her reactions at first. Now, it h
Marcello’s POVAt this point, not listening to me is a full time job for Zara. She always feels the need to counter everything I say and blows little things out of proportion at any given time. She makes me want to pull out all my hair in frustration or preferably spank the attitude out of her. With this lunatic moving free, all I want to do is keep her safe but she just had to take my good intentions and spit on it. I don’t know what to do to make her listen to me but one thing’s for sure, it’s gonna be fucking difficult. Yesterday, after she stormed out like a brat, I had to put a secret security detail on her ass. He reported her every movement to me and even though it’s not the way I wanted it, she actually stayed out of the office yesterday, for which I was thankful.The landline rings and my secretary informs me that my 12 o’clock appointment is here. If I had my way, I wouldn’t meet him. He was one of those startup business owners who felt like big conglomerates you owed them
Zara’s POVMarcello intercepts me at the foot of the stairs as soon as I step off. My heart almost jumps out of my chest at his sudden appearance and I trip over my feet but he catches me just in time for any major damage to occur. “ Hey! Pregnant woman here. Don’t just jump out of places”He scans my face “ You okay ,Sugar? I didn’t mean to scare you”I scoff at his ridiculousness. “ Am I okay?” Hitting his chest with balled fists, I step out of his embrace. Stupid hard chest. Stupid handsome face. Scaring me so early in the morning.Regarding him, I notice his scrunched brows and the tension in his shoulders. He wears his usual brooding look but something tells me all is not well. I hope not. Still, I can’t help but worry.“ You good? You ran out earlier like your ass was on fire. What’s the reason you almost caused me to have a premature birth?”He regards me with bored eyes . “ Very funny, Sugar.”He says nothing further but by the look in his eyes , he is debating whether to t
MARCELLO’S POV I thought I would catch up on a bit of work before I have to go to the office but the thought of Zara keeps filtering through my mind. Acquiring a company seems like roses and extra profit on the surface, but so much work has to go in to make sure everything works without any hitch. So far, I have done some major balancing on the accounts through the merger. I know that the company employs only competent hands but I cannot afford to have mistake. Those are expensive and that’s why I have been working myself to weariness. She is fast asleep and has been for hours now but I can’t seem to catch a wink of sleep. She acts like she hates my guts most of the time but her actions tonight were on the contrary. Going as far as cooking meal when she can hardly stand on her own was what got to me the most. And that little peck on my lips earlier? Goddammit! I’m acting like a hormonal teenager. I have tasted every inch of the woman’s body but it’s that little kiss that has me ac
Zara’s POV I open my eyes to a silent room. The lights in here are dim and the atmosphere of the room feels cozy. I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion. Marcello wasn’t exactly gentle with me; not that I’m complaining. I heard him leave some minutes back, and that’s after he made sure to wipe me off with a wet rag. That was embarrassing as hell but it felt…nice.Sitting up, I scan the room in search of my clothes and find them folded neatly on one corner of the bed. I pick up my sore body and get dressed. I choose not to dwell on what transpired earlier in this place. The last few times were filled with me questioning my decision but this time, I’m just going to let it be. I can’t claim any innocence on this matter; after all , I reciprocated just as much as I was given. And I’m definitely not going to overthink the onslaught of emotions I felt today either. If I ignore it, maybe, just maybe , it’ll go away. I walk the hallway quietly as if there are other people on this floor
Zara’s POV Thankfully, the whole tabloid thing dies off in days. The company has been doing well , judging by how much Marcello has been cooped up in the office. And when he comes home, he barely sleeps, throwing himself into more work. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit worried for his health. He’s riding the wave of the recent increase in revenue that he’s neglecting himself. What the man does may not be my business but he has done his best to make sure that I do not want for anything during my pregnancy journey. So, I’m going to try to re turn the favour. I ask Mr. Phillip to stop by the local mart, so I can pick up a few things I may need. Last time, he cooked me a Mexican rice dish that I very well remember the taste of but can’t for the life of me, seem to remember it’s name. I just remember that it was rich in protein and veggies. So, I stock my cart with a healthy serving of beef and every other vegetable that looks good. On my way to the counter to check out the items I picked,