Jane’s point of view:
“What do you mean Mercy?” her slender hands make contact with my skin, and I can already feel how soft they are.“What I mean Is this” she pauses and looks at me, her hands moving higher.“Your aunt Margaret just told me of how she plans to take away your so called husband from you” her smile for me looks very creepy and not nice.“But we love each other, you know” I tell her.“Well I have a crush on him, and I really want to have him for myself, you see I already have plans to have something with him, so why don’t we work together, that’s actually the reason I came here if I am being frank with you” I don’t know why but I felt a major sting of pain in my heart region, like a major constriction.“But he’s my husband”She smile sat me and then nods.“You knowSteven’s point of view:It was last night I saw just how beautiful she looked. I’m talking about mercy, she came over for a barbecue invite, and it was nice I have to say, she walked up to me in that skimpy dress and she smiled, bringing her ever slender hands out she took one of my hands into both of hers.“I gave Jane something to I’ve to you” she said, almost like a whisper making my eyes focus more on the redness of her lips.“Yeah, yeah she actually did, and I appreciate you for inviting us, we will make sure to be there” she nods and finally releases my hands from her grasp.“congrats though, on turning 27, it’s not an easy feat” she giggles using her hand to cover her mouth, she throws here head back, and it reminds me of a particular time I used to have a thing for my bestie.“Oh Steve, thank you so much for everything, especially inviting me over”
Jane’s point of view:I let his hands circle around my waist, they were warm, and they ignited the fire within, I wanted more, I wanted more hugs, more kisses, more cuddles.“I know you’re awake now” says my husband; his voice sounds so pleasant in the morning.“yeah I knew you knew I was awake” after a while of just staying in each other’s arms I jump down the bed, and walk naked into the bathroom to have my bath.“Can I join you?” comes Stevens’ voice.“Why not?”It was late at night when I heard and read in the news that the birthday party was supposed to be a masked party, so we all are to put on a mask. I had on my gown after a much needed wash and make-up, and I had on a black heel to complement my dress, moving into my closet I decided to use one of my old masks , because I couldn’t stress myself, I would meet up with St
Steven’s point of view:It was late, when we got down, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her, it was like for me she was the star of the night. And her eyes look so beautiful, and then the way the gown accentuates her figure, it makes it hard for my eyes to leave her. And it was indeed same for her fans. Shouts of praises were thrown at her as she makes her way through, this time around though, there was no hair to fling, but she looks so gorgeous on a low cut.Well as for I, I think I’m just looking forward to going back home, because I am dead beat tired, from all the moving around I have been doing today, Shirley made me go places with her, in secret she says, its she trying to help my career as a model and I respect her for trying her best to help me out, the way she’s been looking out for me is just phenomenal, and her daughter Sharon has also been coming around, if only I could repay anyone, it would be Shirley, oh
Jane’s point of view:I stand beside the bar, watching as she publicly takes Steven away from me, and that makes me feel like a puppet, when they get to the dance floor, she raises her hand up, probably telling the dj to switch to something slower, and yes indeed I was correct, while I sit in the darkness and sip my scotch, I watch as both my husband and soon to be official rival dance along to the music, the swaying f her hips makes it hard for me to be happy and trust that nothing will go wrong, and from anywhere you could see her nipples pointing through, almost threatening to pierce through the dress she’s putting in, I feel threatened okay, from the thin excuse of the dress she is putting on, you can outline the beautiful and seductive shape of her body, even the shape of her breasts are gorgeous, the rate at which my heart beats goes up, when I see her taking hold of my husband’s hand and putting it on her breasts, her breasts
Steven hunter’s point of view:My hands are already ragged from all the hard work I have been doing, even my face hasn’t been washed in days, my once shiny dark complexion is now dirty, tainted and stained with both harsh experience and dirt, I haven’t been in the shower for the past few days.As I walk past the streets of New York, people are either closing their noses or making weird sounds on reference to the pungent smell coming off of me, don’t mind me though, I’m definitely not proud of the fact that I stink.“can’t he have a bath or something?” asks one passerby lady, “yeah he sure does stink, and his hair, is almost lifeless” replies her accomplice.My almost bony legs begin leading me to my solace as usual.I find myself standing in front of the skyscraper, in front of the modelling building that I so much love. “MacPherson’s
Jane MacPherson’s point of view:If only mother could shut up, I think to myself. “and then I need Jane to have little bits of flowers on her face” mom tells my stylist. Preparing for a photoshoot as a MacPherson’s model is exhausting, coming closer to my dreams everyday is what keeps me going, I am really into photography, and I need to be away from my mom as much as possible.“yes, darling do you have any other thing to add to what I’m saying?” asks mom.“none mom, I have nothing more to add” my mom stares at me her eyes looking me up and down.“you need to stop taking that yoghurt of yours, it’s making you fat” she says as she picks up her very expensive customized mirror, and begins straightening her hair.“we wouldn’t want our model to look fat on any billboard, I don’t want an ounce of fat on you. Its bad enough that you have really wide hips.”The stylist
Steven’s point of view:I wait for the security man that told me to wait behind the trash, but looking at how dark the weather is getting I know for sure, that it was a ploy to get me away foe the mean time.I begin scratching my hair in an effort to remove the nonsense that seems to be living in it.“I have to take a shower” I say out loud. I bring my hands closer to my eyes to see just how much dirt has accumulated in there.“you really do need to have a bath young man” a very stern voice speaks from behind me. I turn around only for me to come face to face with the absolute owner of “MacPherson’s cosmetics”.“what can I do to help you” she looks at me from toe to head, totally sizing the whole of me.This is my only shot; I need to ask for a job.“I just need help ma” I respond, even my legs quake at the angry stare she gives me.She takes determined steps toward me, Mr. White
Jane’s point of view:It was the first time I had seen mom like that, jittery and not confident in herself, and it is also the first time since last two years we find ourselves coming out of the office this late, but even as late as it is, people are still outside waiting.“lets just follow outback, I don’t think I can handle anymore heat” says mom, even her face looks so dejected.“yeah something happened” I mouth to myself, as I put my hands into my favorite brand of jeans. So, let’s get this straight, I’m a model for the clothes section in the MacPherson’s brand store, there are also some of the others who are only for the cosmetics, well I am too, but who cares.“I need a bottle of water Shirley” I tell mom’s personal assistant.She smiles at me and goes back to wherever.“is signed the black boy up jane” says mom looking out the window, I’m about to take a seat when I he