Tiles so sparkly they looked like glass. Eerie silence greeted my ears, two guards at my side but they didn’t step further in because a lady in a uniform stood with a bowed head.
The security was tight, so many guards canvasing the grounds.
I wondered if the house would be my new home. Somehow, I was disappointed it was so near to my dad’s house.
“Ma’am.” The woman greeted, she looking to be around her late thirties or early forties. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail so tight it gave her a painful facelift.
Her hands were clasped together, posture strong but slightly bent in a respectful manner.
“Hello.” My voice came out so firm I was grateful.
“Would you like me to show you to your room?” She asked.
“I would appreciate it.” I said with her quickly turning and led me to an elevator. It was my first time seeing an elevator in a house. Actually, it was my first time being in a house that did not belong to my father.
Reflective glass was all that surrounded us until we stepped and got off.
Nothing much was on the floor besides a few couches and flowers which were cute then a mirror apart from the doors.
“Here Ma’am, would you like anything to drink and eat?”
“Please get me alcohol; the largest bottle of wine and food.”
“Yes Ma’am.” She replied with me bowing my head and thanking her.
The veil still hid me away.
I turned as the door closed, looking around to realize I was in the master suite.
The room smelt of him.
It lacked personal touches, just the basics.
There was a living room attached where a set of couches, a coffee table and a fireplace stood.
The bedroom itself had a king-sized bed covered in hazel sheets as the master piece then side tables, a few tub chairs with that being it.
I walked around to a nearby door which led to a full closet and all I saw were suits, shirts, shoes, belts, sweaters and more.
I could not bear the veil anymore so I ripped it out, threw it on the floor wishing I could burn it. The best I could do was stuff it in the trash. The dress wasn’t so lucky. I jumped and kicked before I threw off my shoes, on with the jumping, trying to get the zipper off.
A scream escaped me, fighting to get the dress off and when I finally did I could finally breathe. It had been so heavy on me. My hands shook, patting on my skin to feel my body.
I walked to the mirror, staring at my shape.
I would not lie, I wished I was thinner. I wished I was as curvy as Emily. I wished my face was skinnier but I was me and I couldn’t change it. I tried and failed so many times to the point where I began loving myself. But what would my husband say? Would he even want to touch me?
I had seen his figure, he was a well-built man. I did not have to see his face to know that he was handsome and I was me.
I held my tummy, grabbing my tummy rolls.
“It’s okay. You are beautiful.” I whispered but that night it was hard to believe.
I walked out to find the bathroom and it was humongous.
Suddenly I realized the edge to pee so I did that then pulled off the fake eye lashes. I had nothing of mine with me. Everything I owned would stay with my old life for security purposes. I searched until I found a brand new toothbrush then tooth paste. My underwear was slipped off, walking in the large triple head shower. I took the shampoo, wanting to rid of all the chemicals they had put in my hair then I scrubbed my face with the face wash to rid of the makeup. Imagine my surprise to see a body scrub there and so many body products.
The shock turned to a smile as I jumped on them all, exfoliating my body as I imagined him doing the same. The stress eased away a little with my shoulders rolled back.
I hung my underwear and stopped in my tracks. It looked so big. My heart thudded, folding it a few times to make it look smaller. Relieved, I canvased the cabinets, oiling my skin before I walked out half forgetting that he could walk in at anytime but the room was clear except for the breakfast table filled with food and a bucket of bottles. My smile turned to a grin walking to the closet to see what I could steal.
I pull up his briefs, grinning as they slid up, a tight fit but they would do.
The thought that he could be a serial killer was long gone.
Most of his t-shirts were too serious and a bit form fitting for me so I went for a shirt, buttoning it up until my breasts were hidden away.
I was good to go, strolling with a towel wrapped around my hair. I sat down, deciding to eat a bit first before I popped the bottles.
My eyes ate the room up until they stopped on the television.
We had been restricted back at school but I was free from that point.
I picked my plates up with the bucket of the wine and the glasses to set them on the carpet just before the television. The remote was in hand in no time before I lowered myself down. The wine was poured, the glass full to the brink and it was not a small glass.
I flipped over the channels, eating and drinking all at once.
Finally, I saw a movie title enticing so I settled on it.
I took a huge gulp of the wine and ate with no care. I was in my own world of freedom.
I realized quickly that the glass was empty but I could already feel the buzz and it hadn’t been even ten minutes.
With a giggle I poured more and filled the glass again.
The plate was wiped clean.
A knock echoed and the lady came in to clear the dishes leaving my alcohol.
I wouldn’t dare tell them that it was my first time drinking so I just smiled and acted normal.
When the door closed I fought the laugh, making me realize I was probably drunk already.
The second drink drowned out with the room dark, the only source of light being the television.
The bottle of wine stood empty with me crawling to get the other but my limbs seemed not to work leaving me splattered face flat on the carpet. Somehow it left me in a fit of laughs until I hiccuped.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours I pushed myself up and continued to the bucket to retrieve the other bottle. I poured unsteadily into the glass, closing it somehow and putting it back before sitting and sipping.
I knew I was beyond wasted as my body staggered back and forth, barely holding the glass yet I kept sipping. I had never been that excited and happy.
The movie had turned to a bore so I put on music. It took forever for me to get up but when I finally did I laughed and began dancing. My body was not in step, it took long to move any of my limbs yet I tried. The laughter that roared out probably kept the whole house awake. I did have the sense to stay away from the glass on the floor. I danced the night away until the room spun so hard I lost balance.
I could feel my body floating but darkness consumed me before I hit and everything went black.
STORMAll that could be heard was the sound of our fast patting feet as we marched through the quiet halls to the door. My father and I took the steps two at a time, our cars waiting with the doors opened wide for us. “Come in for a second.” I followed my father into his car, the door closing us in the dark confinement. “Are you sure you don’t want to switch?” I thought over my father’s words and chewed on them but I was too tired to even think. “As much as it was to Madroi’s favor, he didn’t have to give us the ugly one, any of the other girls would do. I can get him to switch with one of the older sisters.” A sigh pulled from me, sitting back and closing my eyes. The image of my new wife drifted into my head and a shiver ran through my body but I had more important issues to worry about so I couldn’t spend more time there. “No father, she is fine.” I said , sitting up and turning to stare at the man I looked up to for so long but I was not sure if I still did. He seemed to
BRANDYDeath came for me in the shape of a loud blurring sound. I groaned out loudly, the throb in my head deadly itself. As I drifted more into consciousness, the pain grew and the sound grew impossibly irritating. “Can you move?” A voice came, so near. I groaned again, wanting to move but my body felt like concrete. It was a debate between switching the alarm off or staying exactly where I was and the alarm soon gave me no choice. “Hell.” I groaned out, nausea hitting me hard and taking my mind from the hard object poking my abdomen. I rolled so fast jumping out of bed to stop and bend as the room span so hard. There was no escaping it so I hit with all fours and quickly crawled away to the bathroom where I threw up in the toilet bowl. The smell of wine hit hard and it smelled fermented and awful. I quickly flushed, feeling a bit lighter. A heave pulled from me, my hair sticking to my forehead. I crawled to the sink, pulling myself up before I rinsed my mouth then brushed
STORMMy wife was a strange creature.I didn’t know if to be angry or amused. I knew women who could shop but never fifteen thousand dollars in six hours. My eyes were still wide. Of course it was nothing to me but still, a tough pill to swallow. She had no care, moving her head and shoulders as she drew on her iPad and typed on her laptop. In a way she looked in a zone, absorbed. What was she doing? I tried to recall the little I knew about her only to recall a name. Her hair was better, her face not bad. A frown was inched deep in my face, being disturbed by a text buzzing my phone. I snapped back to work. I had to bare five more hours before getting to the house to sleep. I was at my sleep deprived breaking point, barely concentrating. Once again I found my eyes on the creature I was tied to. Her hand was greedy, crumbs on the corner of her lips as she chewed only for her to take another large bite at her pie. She loved food, just devouring it all to take a cookie next. M
BRANDYSomething was poking me. I quickly scrambled up, ready to fight. Music blurred, vision blurry with everything aching on my body. I pushed up, pulling the headphones from my ears, leaving them throbbing from the abuse. “Shit.” I huffed out. “We are leaving at six, be ready with your packed bag.” I jumped, turning around to find a huge man standing next to me. I couldn’t help but scurry back only to stop and realize he was my husband. I was married now. I sighed, a hand running over my face. I felt as bad as he looked. His under eyes weren’t better at all, as if he hadn’t slept at all. “Okay. I will borrow a packing bag though since I doubt you will be landing me your card anytime soon?” I gave him an eye, testing my luck in case he changed his mind and gave me the card again. My smile wasn’t returned, Husband turning and walking away. He looked pissy as hell, leaving me fearful for those who would spend the day with him. “Have a great day!” I screamed as the door cl
STORM“We will discuss the matter further tomorrow McAdams. It is not a matter to be settled over the phone.” I pushed the door open, nodding my head to Jacobs who guarded the door. I span around, closing the door while pulling the phone from my ear. Just a shower and a change of clothes before dinner and hopefully a good night with Miranda. I told myself I deserved it, a day to relax and enjoy myself. My dick was painfully hard every morning. It had been a while. I could already see myself burying my cock in her, deep, just stroking her over and over. I felt my dick twitch in my pants in agreement. The bedroom door was pushed with my foot, my attention on the text that just entered. Miranda: I am readyAnd so was I. I hit something hard, cursing as I pulled back only for my eyes to widen. They could only get larger as they settled on the case that had not been there when I left in the morning. “Shit.” I turned so fast, marching out of the bedroom back to the living room onl
BRANDYI heard it at some point, the alarm. Yet I could not recall movement. Something warm lay under me, arms gripping me tightly. I wanted to bury myself deeper but something kept nagging me. Something was wrong. There was an alarm. I fought with sleep for what seemed like eternity and when I finally came to my senses it all clicked. My eyes opened wide, seeing skin. Husband was under me, holding me firmly. My heart went ballistic. Calm down, I whispered in my head, not wanting to wake him. I was not surprised, I was a very busy and restless sleeper, having found my way to him. Was I heavy on him? My eyes went wider, trying to shift but his arms were not giving way. I could not see his face but I knew he was deep in it. Then I recalled my cause for concern. An alarm. “Fuck.” I pushed up, barely successful. My hand lay on Husband’s chest, shaking him a little. “Hi, your alarm, you need to wake up,” I said, trying to recall when the alarm rang but knew it was well over a
STORMYou try to pass an olive branch and get slapped with it on the face.I should have left her to rot in that bed. My cock had flooded my brain with stupid hormones and now my whole day’s schedule was fucked up. Pissing shit.I jumped out of the car, no time to waste. My feet stretched, rushing past the opened doors.Everyone stepped aside to make way, greeting and wasting their breaths on me.I could hear small feet pat after me, sure she was running at that point. Good, maybe lose some weight while at it.Okay, that was a low blow, even I knew it.I swiped my thumb into the executive elevator, the doors opening. I turned, realizing Brandy
BRANDYI was panicking hard!Shit! Shit! Shit!My eyes drew wide. After all the lines I had drawn, only to realize it was a permanent marker.What am I going to do? I tried to rub it off repeatedly but it wouldn’t move. Fuck My nerves hit the roof, eyes wide.‘Okay, calm down, just blame someone else’I could feel all the eyes drilling my back.Shit, Why did my husband want to ruin my life? Why had he called me up? Fucker.My heart couldn’t stop jumping in my chest. I had just been doing research on the surrounding island when my name had been called. Damn him.