Celeste Khoza made one thing very clear to everyone around her- marriage was not for her and she definitely did not want children. Her parents have always supported her every decision and would never do anything to hurt her...but what happens when the very same parents find a suitor for her? Someone she would've never went for? Someone who has her overbearing and possessive parents weak at the knees and bending at his will? A Swiss man by the name of Daddy Aebischer.View More
"Oh my god," I said breathlessly as I staggered to my feet and looked at her, "you look so beautiful..." my eyes looked over the lace dress that contrasted with the dark ground and the gloomy looking air around the graveyard, she had her veil on and it dragged far behind her. She looked like an angel, an angel that God had kept all to himself."Really?" She smiled as she picked up the front of her dress and walked towards me and I met her halfway, unable to stop myself from holding her hands in mine and stepped even closer to her."I...oh my god," I chuckled, "wow..." And here I thought I knew beauty."What are you doing here?" She asked me delicately, her tiny hands clutching mine a little bit harder.I looked around and then at her, until the same question left my lips, "what are you doing here?""Daddy," she began, furrowing her eyebrows, "it's
"I've never seen you looking so handsome, my baby," my mother said as she looked at me with adoring eyes, her hands on my tie, trying to do it perfectly. Her fingers began to clean off the invisible lint on the expensive suit, "how are you feeling?" She asked me and I looked down at her and moved a hair that was resting on her eyelash."Unprepared," I said honestly, "I can't believe I'm getting married today," I admitted and she hummed in response."It's ok to be nervous and unsure, marriage is a big step.""You didn't really give me a choice.""You always had a choice, honey. You just chose your own path," she smiled at me as she finally stepped back and I looked down at my brand new shoes, fascinated by the shining shoe."There's something that I need to do," I said to her, "I need to talk to ouma and pa. I can't do this without consu
"What is there to talk about?" I asked him as he decided that we take the stairs instead of riding in the lift and reaching the rooftop quicker."I just wanted this time alone with you," he said, his eyes looking straight ahead as I gazed at him, confused, thinking and worried, "I understand that things are moving a bit too fast and it's overwhelming even for me. So, maybe a little one on one wouldn’t hurt any of us."I cleared my throat and nodded my head, "yeah, I am a bit nervous. It feels like time is moving so fast. One moment I hate you, the next I'm kissing you in the foyer of your home in front of your servants."He chuckled when I said that, "we've taken a complete 180. I swore to myself it wouldn’t happen but I just never stood a chance.""Are we ready for this, Aebischer?" I asked him even though I knew that we weren’t. Well maybe I s
I heard a knock on the hotel suite door and I sighed, choosing to ignore it. Time couldn't have slowed down, even for me. It was just an ordinary night outside of this five star hotel that had been rented out for this evening, exclusively for the Aebischer's and my family and friends. Outside of these luxurious walls, were people who went about their night as normally as they do.There was probably some child being tucked into bed at this hour, or a group of teenage girls sitting around on the floor during a sleepover and talking about boys. Or maybe a group of boys hollering as they dare each other to do something stupid and life threatening, or maybe a family that sat around their dining table and are laughing at every silly thing. I don't know. I just feel like there's more joy out there than I can ever experience. A joy I'm jealous of.I felt sick to my stomach, I wasn’t ready for this. This was all just way too soon an
I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t much after that phone call. I smiled as the words that he told me echoed in my head and I didn’t know how to contain the happiness that I felt. The most important emotion right now was gratitude. Just the thought of how my life would’ve changed if I had been HIV positive terrified me. The uncertainty had been killing me and the thought of having HIV was spine chilling. Coming from a continent where this disease kills so many others, I know there's a stigma about those who have it and I feared to be a part of the many with this disease. Health is wealth and this just further probes me to be as careful as I can be.I looked outside the window, watching us pull into the familiar driveway of Aebischer's home and a whole zoo was let out in my stomach. What now? After his confession what do I do? What do we do? I don’t love him, I know that much but I feel for him. I'm st
The world seemed black and white today so maybe that's why I dressed up in colour. It felt all too much like the ending of the world, even though as I looked at all of the faces that the Bentley Mulsanne drove by, were smiling and laughing. Even though I saw a group of teenagers posing silly and making funny faces as they stood in the middle of the road, taking videos and pictures.It felt much like the sky was slowly crashing down on me, it felt like the car was moving too fast, and that time wasn't giving me a moment to decide what I should be feeling. The fact that I actually felt heartbroken was making me angrier and frustrated than the emotions of fear and uncertainty. I'd let down the walls I didn't even know I had and let myself beg Aebischer to be there for me.How can he claim to have feelings for me but be scared of me because of my condition?But then again, I don't blame him. E
I'm a virgin, in every sense of the word. Perhaps the word untouched is more appropriate. My body has been free from any male touches, this excludes hugs from my father and brother but even with them I was very strict about being touched. I didn’t like to hold hands and I particularly didn’t appreciate anything more than a handshake from other males. At times I wouldn’t even shake their hands, I would just give a nod of acknowledgement because I felt that I didn’t owe any man anything. Except my father but he`s an asshole so my statement still stands.I`ve always treated my body like a precious jewel that nobody had the privilege to ever get to hold. I carried myself with dignity and respect and that’s not to say that other females are not precious because all women are precious and deserve all the respect in the world.The only man to have ever touched my body in any way was Aebischer.
My foot couldn't have pressed harder on the accelerator than it was right now as I tried to calm myself down. My clothes were still wet and I didn't care that I was messing up the expensive seats of the Lamborghini that I was driving, all I wanted to do was drive and drive as far as I possibly could. Drive far away from the memory of Celeste's lips on mine."Fuck!" I exclaimed as I banged my fist on the steering wheel, not bothered with the fact that it was the third time I'd done so. I grit my teeth and raised the volume higher, blasting the unfamiliar song through my speakers impossibly louder.She takes me to a theatre and gives me some tattoos and the next thing I know, I can't stay away from her and I'm kissing her and doing whatever I can to make her happy or even a little more comfortable.I found myself recklessly driving into the driveway of the familiar mansion, and I pressed hard on t
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