Keep Him Fed

WRENMy view was of a beautiful estate for the elites, where silence was invaluable. The Buildings in the neighborhood have the same structure and design.I marveled within me, my mouth opened but no words came out.“So this is the house you will housekeep,” My employer, Mrs. Vaughn said.She was a poised and elegant brunette in her late twenties maybe, and could pass for a runaway model, but she’s a ballet dancer.On the glass table in the living room, I sighted a magazine and my breathing slowed, anxiety kicked in.I glanced around probably to see who had dropped the paper here.For the past three months since I left Australia, I have been conscious of the net, the media wasn’t my friend, thinking about it scares me.The magazine reminds me of home, what I’d lost. My grandmother would probably be crying in her grave for my poor management of her matchmaking company.“For the next few weeks,” she finished.“It’s fine by me,” I replied with a wide smile.It was what I needed, silence

WRENMy nails scratch at his back, but he didn’t care, nor stop, I might faint if he did.I’ve lost all senses of realism, with his brutal drive and my continuous craving for it.He withdrew slowly to advance back in, slamming into me with absolute force, finally knocking my breath out of my lungs.My body was acting like it had been void of a connection, for the past years, probably because this man knows his way around women.My last ride was with my roommate’s boyfriend’s friend. We were friends with benefits.When I came to America three months ago, I met Misan in the plane, we’d bonded so well, and she insisted I live with her, till I got this housekeeping job. “You want this don’t you?”“Yes!” I yelled.The floor was an uncomfortable place to lie on, and get screwed by a beast, if Asher isn’t one, I don’t know how to describe him again.He continued pounding into me, the only sound heard in this house was our rushed breath, my scream and the skin contact, slapping against each

WREN“I hate you,” I told him.He didn't even give off a blink, only a distant chuckle.His driver walked up to us, facing Asher, waiting for his order.I raised my head high in defiance, boldness was what I needed. I turned to the house, and stormed inside.Eve Vaughn was climbing down from the stairs, when she saw me, she walked faster to where I sat, raising her hand in an attempt to hit me.The main entrance opened suddenly, without moving my eyes, I knew it was Asher.She suddenly retrace her actions.Asher scanned the room, at everyone, when his eyes landed at me, I gave him a glare, so he knows I'm not scared of him.Even though I am slightly.“How the hell did they get access to the estate!” His voice was high.“Mr. Vaughn, that's how this hungry, the press can eat up people's privacy,” said the man, he must be a lawyer.While the rest of us sat down, Asher backed us and stood at the window facing a luxurious outdoor bar.“Mr. Vaughn,” the lawyer's voice was shaky, and the lad

WREN What was it about me that he couldn’t give up. Fine I know I’m pretty, but I’m not an intentional snitch. And it is what he wants me to do.I rubbed my palm on my now sweaty face, when I uncovered my face I noticed Eve wasn’t in the flowery shop anymore. Asher was still standing here waiting for a response, but I didn’t fall for it, instead I jogged back to the direction of my new elite apartment. I didn’t miss the sign of disappointment on his face when I left.I feel so disgusted with myself for accepting his water, Eve might read it wrongly of course.The conversation with my private investigator lately has been in my head, Mick wouldn’t go that length for his business friend. If my grandmother could trust his good judgment then I can.So the next time I will have a communication with Mark, I’d tell him to scratch out Mick’s name in his suspect list.Period. I jogged finally to the apartment, Eve stood at the door waiting for me. Can the universe let me be?Have I broken

ASHER “What do you take me for?” “That means you've accepted your fate, I will have the pictures taken back to the media.”Thank God I had employed my men in the neighborhood. I had warned them, to chase back any sign of a suspecting journalist or paparazzi, if it gets too much I’d see the gossip lose their job.There’s a checkpoint at every corner. I’ve been lenient on Leandro enough.“You are going to lose Leandro, now pack your shit out of here.”“Seventy percent of the inheritance.” Leandro deduts again.He will keep reducing till he gets frustrated. I stood up from my seat, and walked towards the door.“I know all the things going on in your marriage.”When I turned to face him, my eyes were now darker. He wants to play smart.“What if words get out you don’t love Eve, and you’re just using her for your benefit.” Leandro chuckled devilishly. What exactly does Leandro know? Had father opened his loud mouth? Eve would never spit out anything to my brother.“Seventy percent Ash