STORMA devil. A sly wicked devil. My eyes narrowed at Amar who drove us home. Our eyes met at the review mirror and he quickly looked away. I could see that smirk on his face, he found this funny. The cars were all filled with groceries, be sure my wife bought everything the store could offer. And the world would have to drown in hell before I ate anything Brandy cooked. I was sure her only experience in the kitchen was washing dishes. There was no way she was cooking anything I would eat. My head snapped to find her head having fallen on my shoulder. In her hand she clenched the fast food paper bags. I shook my head, not even sure how I felt. I should have been fuming. She made me late then pulled me from negotiating a very important deal for the Gambino cartel. That woman. She could just walk in the mist of deadly men and drag me out. I doubt she knew who I stood with, I doubt she even cared. I threw my arm around her shoulders to steady her. She turned, snuggling into my s
BRANDYDid I do anything productive during the weekend? Nope. Did I get rest? Nope. It was one movie after another all day and night long. I could do with more rest but I was ready to kick ass Monday morning.. I even put effort on wearing more makeup and did something other than a ponytail with my hair. Well, when it came to clothes I gave up after an hour of coordinating. It was a good thing Storm had his own driver because he could not stand me taking a whole hour finding an outfit for the day. A new week and nothing had changed. Somehow I got more stern faces and the disbelief inched on every face I came across. What did I do? I closed my office door, it clean and fresh. It was a bit sunny so I opened the windows, letting the sounds of the city greet me. A knock sent me jumping, eyes wide as I turned to the unexpected sound.โCome in.โ The click of the heels and wow, legs, such gorgeous legs so early in the morning. I felt like a creep, shaking the thought from my head.
Three days and I still couldnโt get the conversation out of my head. He didnโt need to call, why did he? It was not as if we were really a couple. My heart couldnโt handle such things. My head was way fast, already creating a whole fantasy world and fooling my heart. I hadnโt heard from Storm since he called to let me know he was leaving and I hadnโt been to the house with all the work I had. Somehow I could day dream and work at the same time. I had too much to prove and too much to lose if I failed at this. Something big was waiting for me and I wouldnโt disappoint. An email alert drew my attention from the meeting I was in. I clicked on it while Ben blabbed away on the tiny display. โMhh..โ I nervously clicked on it, eyebrows furrowed. Somehow I couldnโt believe it, so I maximized it on the screen. Dear Miss Madroi,Twenty- three colleagues have reported their inability to do their work. This has been brought by the uneasiness in their work environment brought by behavior
“ Can I sit at the front?”“ No Ma’am, for safety purposes I would insist you sit at the back.” Damon said, still holding the door for me.I hopped in, the door closed with me getting comfortable.Four long days of intense work, three nights of typing and reading away. I should have been dead beat but I felt a smile crawl on my face. I had done a lot, seeing a way through finally.I watched Damon stir the steering wheel. It slid through his hands and it was like magic.“ Damon?” I called, scooting over to peek my head in between the seats. My smile broke into a grin as his forehead wrinkled, waiting for my question until he gave up and turned.
BRANDYMy hand kept patting.I rolled over, pulling a pillow to my face and drifted back to sleep.Friday.My day to sleep.I woke up at ten, alone in bed. Somehow I was well rested.A smile lay on my face.I slid out of bed, not failing to notice that I had been clinging to Storm’s pillow. If he saw me, I would never hear the end of it.I made the bed, tidied the room then got into the shower.My body froze, the water pouring on me.Something was lying heavy on my neck. My hand rose
We ate lunch first then went shopping.Damon was such good company and his jokes surely gave me abs.With my new card to my own money, I was a danger to my bank account.Paper bags draped from both our hands and we made several trips to the car when our hands couldn’t carry more. There was just so much to buy. I had to let Storm teach me his stingy ways.I didn’t know if Storm would be back for dinner but I went on and bought dinner for us. I hoped it was good because what better way to thank someone than to buy them food.It was six when we left the mall and I felt as if I needed no gym when going to the mall because so much cardio took place.
“Good morning.”I walked past Damon and slid into my seat, turning to smile at him.My body froze with him pulling my seat belt suddenly to clip it.His chest brushed against mine and even the air froze. My hands folded as I stared shocked.“ Good morning.” He said back with the brightest smile I had ever seen on him. His face was just past mine and he froze for a split second right before my face before fully pulling away.My head snapped as he slammed the door and walked around the car.I was out of it for a few seconds.“ Do you still remember what you learned yesterday?”
STORM A planned strike of workers in our South African hotel chain. The words kept moving in circles in my head, like a broken record. A sigh escaped, slamming the report file and switching to the digital file yet same results. Why did it take my wife so long to get dressed? Why was it always an issue? Watching her dress was heartbreaking. And why did I care? A hand ran through my hair. Since when did I care about women fashion? But what could be so hard about wearing clothes. She seemed to always be shopping yet each time she had to dress up, it took hours and in the end, leggings and a large t-shirt. It shouldnโt have bothered me the way it did but there I sat on a Sunday morning with more work than I needed and problems beyond imagination but all my brain could stay on was my wifeโs fashion sense. What was so hard? Soon the search bar on my screen stared back at me. Fat woman fashion. I clicked the search icon and waited. The images soon spread on my screen. My off
I gave Blue a bath then cleaned the house. Hendrix had already made the bed, leaving a smile on my face. I jumped in the shower then got searching. I was looking for the best childrenโs hospital. I went through all their reviews and what departments they had then I called to set up an appointment. We got ready for our hospital trip. With Hendrix gone, Blue was fussy and making sure I knew he did not want to be there with me. It got to the point I couldnโt help but laugh and shake my head. I texted Hendrix to let him know which hospital we were going to and about our appointment before we left the house. The uber left us at the hospital and we walked in. It was queit, meeting a lady at the reception who helped us complete the necessary forms. A nurse then came to explain what we will be doing and where we will be starting. They drew blood for tests then proceeded to do tests either with or without me. We were given lunch before we went on with the tests. Hendrix checked-in on us now
I stirred the moment Hendrix tried to roll out of bed. I guess he realized his movement had caused much disturbance because my husband froze and stared back at us. His stormy eyes met mine and I could only smile, hoping I did not have any drool marks on my face.โI woke you?โ โThankfully.โ I said back, โ Morning,โ I added, pushing up to stretch. โMorning, you slept well?โ โYes, you?โ He smiled and nodded his head. Together we went to the bathroom. While he brushed his teeth I peed and realized halfway through that this was probably weird. I held my pee and stared up to him but he did not even notice, just brushing his teeth, this being a normalcy to him. I let go of my anxiety and let the pee out. When done I washed my hands and we switched positions. Why was it so sexy to watch and hear him pee. He was only on his briefs, his body breathtaking even from the back. I could just climb him. I drowned my face in cold water to cleanse my brain from such impure thoughts. I pulled my ha
We arrived a few minutes to eight. Blue was dead asleep as I eased in the dim underground parking next to Hendrixโs car. Just seeing his car made it real. He was in the apartment? As I put the car in park, my phone rang and my heart skipped a beat. โHi hubby,โ โWifey, where are you now?โ โGetting worried hubby?โโYeah, itโs getting dark.โ I hadnโt thought he would actually say it. I grinned happily. โWe just parked next to your car.โ โIโm coming.โ โOkay.โ It felt surreal, my stomach tying itself to knots. I turned off the engine and sent a text to Ryan, letting him know that I had arrived in one piece. I unclipped my belt and turned back to stare at Blue. I hoped he was having sweet dreams. I picked my hand bag and turned around then froze because Hendrix was standing just a few feet from my door. That was fast. I opened the door, short from jumping out and into his arms. There was no way he couldnโt see my happiness, I was literally beaming. โHubby,โ I shyly said. โWif
I was cautious with unknown numbers, so as the phone rang I just stared for the first few rings before deciding to answer and listen. โBestieโs wife,โโUrgh, I should have followed my instincts and not picked up.โ I retorted, rolling my eyes. โGo ahead, ruin my day Ryan.โ Ryan chuckled, โDonโt be a twat, I am calling to make nice. Hendrixโs birthday is this weekend, I bet you didnโt even know.โ My eyes went wide, yep, I hadnโt known but Ryan did not have to know that. โI know, I am his wife, sucker, now what do you want?โ Such a drama queen. โLetโs throw a party for him. Maybe there with the closest people to him. I could invite the other guys.โ โPerfect!โ I said louder than needed, instantly regretting it. Ryan already had a big ego, he didnโt need it inflated even more. โOkay, we are doing this together. We discuss everything. This is not your time to shine. My idea.โ I rolled my eyes and fell back on the bed. I was trying to think of an insult to haul back at him but faile
The exam kept me busy. I was barely even existing in the same world as everyone. I was in my caged world where nothing but the exam and my books existed. I rarely even ate, just floating through the days until the very last paper. I was exhausted, a shell, hollow, having put everything I had in the papers. I poured all I could and hoped it was enough. That friday, I came from writing and went straight to bed where I collapsed. I was so drained, brain abused to the core. For those three weeks Hendrix hadnโt come nor called. It seemed like a blur to me. I slept from one in the afternoon and only woke up to pee at three in the morning before taking off my clothes, pulling on pajamas and went deeper into sleep. โMorning,โ A voice broke through my deep sleep. Slowly, the hold fatigue had on me slipped away. My eyes fluttered, the sun rays bright in the room, someone had opened the curtains and windows. A groan escaped me. I turned, my eyes coming face to face with a very large bouque
We decided to have a game night that evening. Since it was just the two of us we settled for checkers because I was horrible at chess yet he still kicked my ass. โSomeone is cheating.โ I said, glaring at Hendrix as he took a swing at his beer. โSomeone is just a sore loser.โ He threw back, taking a swing at his beer again. My eyes lay on it, holding my hand out. He stared at my hand before holding the beer bottle out to me. I took it, staring at it then up at him as I brought it up to my mouth. His saliva was probably still there. I wanted to run my tongue around the bottleโs mouth just to taste him but refrained and settled for laying my lips where his were, pushing up. I did not even pay mind to the awful taste as I swallowed. How did they enjoy this? It was like piss.I held the beer back to him and he took it, immediately taking a sip while his eyes held mine. The room seemed to squeeze in, my toes curling. I wanted him so much. It felt like I would die without him. He held the
I knew the moment I opened my eyes that I had overslept. โHendrix,โ I cursed, rolling out of the bed. I quickly made it and ran to the bathroom. Why hadnโt he woken me up? I did my deeds then jumped into the shower. By the time I finished dressing up and checked my phone it was half twelve midday. How had I slept for so many hours? Walking down the stairs I could hear chatter and laughter. There was always chatter and laughter in this house. Samantha was a naturally bubbly person. I was here to say hi, grab food then dash back to bury my face in books. Where was Hendrix and what was he doing? He must have been bored, being here with nothing to do.I turned the corner, walking into the kitchen. There was a basket on the counter. โMorning,โ I greeted, waving as I walked to the fridge. Before I could even open it an arm caged me. I found myself leaning against the fridge door to turn, facing a grinning Samantha who was cornering me. โMorning, come.โ She said, before taking my hand
RUTHโS P.O.V. The week moved in a blur and in that blur the only thing that snapped me from my panic were the routine calls from my husband. The first call was around dinner so he could facetime with Blue which was basically Blue blowing out bubbles in excitement and licking or shaking my phone. It was not hard to see that Blue was taken with Hendrix. Each time he heard his voice his eyes would widened with glee. It was not hard to like Hendrix. Then he would call around around one o'clock in the morning to force me to sleep which ended up with me crawling up in bed with the phone on louder speaker, his voice being the last thing I heard before drifting away. That Friday I could not dwell in my dreamland. Just the weekend then I was writing my first paper. It was getting too real for me. I only got out of my room around two in the day and ran to grab something to eat, took a shower then went back to bury my nose in my books. I felt as if my mind was escaping me at some point. I ke
I could not get my husband out of my head the whole day. It helped drown out the whole prom thing going on. The whole school had been turned to ribbons and balloons in preparation for that friday. Every corner you turned it was prom this, prom that, while I was bouncing around in my head like a little girl.Somehow I got through the day and made my way home to daydream some more. For the millionth time I touched my lips thinking of the moment once again. I shook my head, trying to force the memory away because I had to study. It was nine at night. Sam and Blue were tucked in and probably watching a movie in their room while I lay on the bed I had shared with my husband just a few hours ago. My feet couldn't help swinging back and forth, the pen ending up stuck between my teeth. The words on the textbook might as well have been flying in the air as I stared at them with dreamy eyes. I couldnโt afford this, I had to keep studying. After a whole ten minutes of scolding myself I ende