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The question is so unexpected such that I am not prepared to come up with anything to say.My mouth works faster than my brain. “No, they are held up on a business trip.” I babble.She glares at me with so much scepticism. Her eyes dart away from me before she speaks again.“Funny that have never met your parents for the entire period we have been on the campus." She says.I know what she means; in this institute, the surname is what gets you known and respected. Almost all parents are deeply involved in school activities except the few hapless kids that get admitted here on a scholarship basis. They are bullied and demeaned in all possible ways.“You will during the graduation ceremony," I reply.“And your brother who studies in Europe?” Her eyes twinkle with curiosity as she asks. “Also him,” I say with resignation.That shuts her up and I am glad when she stops asking personal questions. She pulls up at a large shopping store. With the words, Satisfaction proudly typed on the fron
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"Shit. Double hell!" I exclaim.Roxana rolls her eyes, "Just call him, you don't have to be overdramatic." She says.I try to remember if we exchanged numbers with Ryan. He's supposed to pick me up in less than ten minutes for the gala dinner. I quickly skim through my contacts list, until I spot his name and text him Roxana's address. I had initially given him my address but Oliver is there with his girlfriend."I'll get that." Roxana offers when her doorbell rings.I nod and sit on her dresser to do my makeup.Minutes later, she storms in angry. "Ugh! I hate my fucking life." She screams in annoyance."Now who is being overdramatic?" I ask. She bangs a box that was on her arms. "Can't wait to graduate and be free to live my life as I wish." She rips it apart to reveal what is inside. It is a dress. "You got to be kidding me." She says as she lifts it. It is the same as the one she is wearing and got from Satisfaction."Where did that one come from?" "Where do you think? My paren
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I briskly take calculated steps towards them. My heart is beating so fast for a moment I imagine myself falling from a heart attack.I'm hoping a small part of them will recognise me, but I also pray they won't. Over the past ten years, I have lived trying to erase my past and planning my revenge.The man is the first to look towards my direction, our eyes lock and I feel disgusted by just looking at him and what he did to my father; his brother by blood. Yes, sadly, he is my uncle. Quinn follows his gaze. His eyes sweep my entire body and I see him swallow a lump. Himself, he looks good in a tuxedo, a black bow tie and Oxford shoes. I search his face to see if he's angry because I didn't respond to his I need you to text yesterday.Finally, I stand before them. I want to take my eyes off them but I can't. I just can't believe the people I once called family could be such monsters. My aunt's eyes search mine. Crises form on her forehead. She now looks more sophisticated than the woma
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I scoff in disbelief. He's unbelievable. He ignores me throughout and only wants me for one thing. But again isn't that what I am to him; his booty call.He leans forward and kisses me and I kiss him back with more fervour than I had before, and we stand there kissing and kissing. I feel lightheaded from his sweet kisses.I am swoon. The kisses are more different from the other times. He gentle and passionate unlike the other times he is driven by his animalistic desire.He breaks the kiss, making me feel empty from the absence of his soft and warm lips. He lifts me like am a bag of feathers, weighing close to nothing. He carries me back to the bathroom and locks it. He rests me on top of a sink, pushes my legs apart. His hand move up the dress slit to where it exposes my garter. He moves past it to my sex. He brushes a finger through my panty before bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. I gasp involuntary, I have never been so turned on. "You smell of sin." He says as he brings
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A million thoughts cross my mind as to why Oliver is in jail, but none of them makes sense. Oliver is a noble kid. He adheres to every to rule and regulation in a book. I want this to be a case of mistaken identity, but then again I wouldn't be driving past midnight if I wasn't definite it was Oliver. The Uber driver parks outside the central police station. I make my way towards the entrance, a potbellied middle-aged man disrupts my mission when he stands at the door. A girl my age or two years younger; give or take appears behind him, his daughter supposedly. Well, she isn't when she starts to kiss him passionately."What are you looking at?" She barks at me.I look away embarrassed.Her and her sugar daddy walk away, at least creating way for me. The place is abuzz with arrested drunk people and I hope that is why Oliver is here not something serious."I am here for Oliver Black," I tell the officer in duty. He eyes me inquisitively, before handing me some paper to fill. Minutes l
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Too many thoughts are ripping through my mind to simply focus on one. I don't even realize Oliver has called my name out and he is rushing to Quinn's position. I hurriedly move to where they are standing. My heart racing like shit. What if he dies here? Jesus! "What are we going to do?" I whisper at Oliver. He raises his eyebrows. "Hospital, perhaps." He says sarcastically. Quinn withers beneath our hold, "No." It is a weak plea from him. I follow where his hand is trying to stop the bleeding and realize he is stabbed just below his ribs. I feel an overwhelming dizziness slam into me as I gaze down at the wound. "Let's stop the bleeding first before anything, " Oliver suggests. I agree with his line of thought and help him lay Quinn on the sofa. Quinn is trying too hard to keep his feelings guarded, however, his constricted face tell the amount of pain is in. I am not remotely close to knowing the first thing to do to stop any bleeding. Oliver removes his T-shirt, He tea
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I had too little sleep last night. Sleep here and there. I show up on Monday at the campus in my dark sunglasses. My eyes are sporting dark ugly bags for lack of enough sleep.Everyone in class keeps on staring at me. Of course, wondering why a sane person would be wearing sunglasses inside a classroom. The two people I want to see aren't in class today, that is; Quinn and Roxana. The two people I don't want to face show up, that is; Ryan and Mr Marcelo. Ryan is seated where Quinn normally sits. He keeps on throwing dirty glances at me and when my eyes lock with Mr Marcelo's, his demeanour changes. "Cara, meet me after class." As if the sunglasses weren't attracting attention already. Everyone turns to look at me. I bury my face in a financial management book as the class starts. The class today is a bore, it progresses in a slow deathly manner. Mr Marcelo today doesn't find pleasure in casting glances at me. If anything I would say he's annoyed. That makes two of us. The class e
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The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens. My Audi's engine dies in front of it. It is not a cheap machine but it is out of place parked among the luxurious cars. I sit behind the wheel to access my vicinity. It is an estate with character and charm. I hope I have the charm too, considering I wasn't appealing enough for Quinn's father. I also don't know if Quinn lives on his own or lives here with his family and if he does; he will be pleased to see me. After doing a retouch to my make up. I step out of my car and take a deep breath. I take careful steps to a large oak door and knock twice. The door flies open, a middle-aged woman in black attire and a tight bun faces me.
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