~Nivea
I stomped my feet at the entrance of the house to throw off the mud that had gathered in the sole of my worn-out Nikes.
It was barely eight in the morning and I was already so tired from working the midnight 6-hour shift at the luxury bar I was lucky to get a job at.
"I'm home!" I called as I entered into the living room to find my Dad seated on his favorite seat, a newspaper clenched in his right hand, but he didn't seem to be focusing on its content, rather his gaze was staring far at the wall, lost in thoughts.
Was Dad worrying again? It wasn't good for his health.
"Oh Nivea, you are back. How was work at the bar today?" My stepmother, Stella, asked as she came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands with a discolored kitchen rag.
"It went well,"
Dropping my voice into a whisper, I sidled closer to her and asked, "Did anything happen again? Why is Dad like that? Hope it's not about Nova?" I asked, my eyes widening in panic.
"No no," Stella quickly appeased, seeing the panic in my eyes. "It's just-"
Giving my father a glance, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the living room to the bedroom I shared with my twin sister, Nova.
My Dad was a civil servant, so he didn't earn that much, but he made sure to provide for us adequately, making sure I and my sister never lacked anything. And this extended to his wife, Stella too.
Stella was a stay-at-home wife and my Dad worshipped the ground she walked on.
He was one of those men who believed a woman needed to be well cared for by the men in her life.
"What's wrong Stella?" I asked as soon as we were safely within my room walls.
I had never been able to call Stella, mum, unlike my sister, Nova, who was the more friendly of the two of us. This didn't mean I didn't like Stella. I liked and respected her, especially how she made my dad happy.
Mom had died when we were eight years old, and I had been so close to her, as she was the one who understood me the most.
When she died in an accident, it had pushed me deeper into my shell, and even after Dad married Stella four years later, she just couldn't take Mum's place in my heart.
"Someone came over to see us yesterday night," Stella stated, her eyes shifting, and not meeting my eyes, which told me something was very wrong.
Stella never acted like this. She faced things head-on confidently, which was one of the things I appreciated about her.
"What's happening Stella? Please just tell me. You know I have to head over to the hospital to see Nova and catch some shut-eye before I head to my weekend afternoon shift at the restaurant, so just tell me what's wrong," I stated exasperatedly.
I was bone tired and really wanted to get off my feet and soak in the tub for a minute or two to relieve those tight knots in my shoulder and ankles from serving all night before I went about the rest of my day.
"Okay, here it is," She stated, straightening her shoulder and meeting my eyes head-on.
"A Mr. Thomas Westington came here yesterday, and he has expressed interest in marrying you,"
"What!" I shouted in shock.
Who the heck was Mr. Thomas Westington, and why would he want to marry me?
"Shh… Quiet Nivea," Stella whispered, holding a finger to her lips as she listened for someone coming-the someone whom I assumed was my Dad since no other person was in the house with us.
"He said he met you at the luxury bar you work at, and fell for you immediately," She continued, giving me a look.
I understood what that look meant.
Although I looked almost exactly like my twin sister, Nova, with the same dark hair and green eyes, she was considered more pretty than me. Everyone always said so.
I was Nivea, the boring twin with her head always stuffed in a book or staring into space, living in my imagination, while my twin, Nova, was the friendly outgoing twin, whom everyone liked and all the boys wanted to date and be with.
"So? What did you guys tell him?" I knew my Dad would never agree to something that stupid.
"Of course, your Dad rejected his advances," Stella answered, causing me to release a deep breath of relief.
We weren't in the Middle Ages, so Dad couldn't marry me off to just anyone, but I still felt relieved that he hadn't considered it. I knew how things were hard for him right now, but I was trying to pull my weight too.
And the Mr. Thomas Westington I remembered from the bar was a lecherous old man. He exuded wealth from his well-groomed black hair to his well-polished expensive shoes, but the look in his eyes when he gazed at me? Huh huh…That look was a no-no.
The old geezer had even grabbed my ass when I came to serve him and his group of friends, propositioning me and spitting out huge amounts of money, like that was enough reason for me to sleep with him… Yuck!
"But here is the thing Nivea. He offered to pay all your sister's hospital bills, including the chemotherapy fees, and all our debts. He even promised to fund your schooling, so you can go back to college,"
"What!" I shouted in shock, rushing to place my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound.
"He basically wants to buy me! I'm very glad Dad didn't consider his offer," I snapped angrily.
The guts of people. I shook my head in disgust, as I moved to my wardrobe to change into another shirt.
I needed to go see Nova now before visiting hours were over. I would have that soak when I got back from the hospital.
"I think you should consider it, Nivea," Stella said softly, stopping me in my tracks as I pulled my dirty tee shirt over my head.
I pushed the shirt off my face, the rest of it hanging around my neck and one arm, as I turned back to look at Stella, my mouth open in confusion.
"We are in so much debt already and I know you are doing your best working all those multiple jobs, your dad is doing his best too but it's not enough, it's not. The bank will be coming to take this house soon as collateral, which will render us homeless, your sister's chemotherapy date has been fixed, but we've not been able to balance up the fees,"
Coming up to me, she grasped my free hand tightly.
"To me, this is a gift and we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Nivea. Mr. Thomas Westington is handsome, very wealthy, and is the owner of West Software Inc.; the biggest software company in California. He will take good care of you, and I'm sure you will lack for nothing," She added, persuasively.
"If he's so all that, why don't you marry him yourself!" I snapped harshly, as I righted my shirt and stormed out of the room, going through the living room, where my Dad was still gazing blankly at the wall.
I didn't need to change my clothes, I could just visit Nova like this, while I deleted this whole ridiculous conversation from my brain.
Marry? I was just twenty-one and didn't need to marry anyone. Not when my whole life was still in front of me and I haven't even started living yet.
I've never even had a boyfriend! I thought angrily as I walked to the bus stop.
No. I had a plan.
My plan was to try as much as I could to get my History degree, even if it was at the Community College, get a job as a curator at a well-paying museum in the state, have a boyfriend, and maybe marry.
That was the order I wanted my life to be in, not backwards!
So, no. My family and I would have to find a way to survive without Mr Thomas freaking Westington's help!
~Nivea I stopped in front of the booming club and quickly gave a look at my surroundings for a familiar face. Seeing none, I went into the huge crowd of people dancing, drinking, and having fun. I had been to a club close to our college twice before with Nova and a group of our friends. And this one wasn't much different from that one which was exactly what I needed. I didn't want to encounter anyone who would recognize me, as I was on a mission here. A mission to taste real passion. Passion I have read about but never got to experience and wash away his disgusting touch from my soul, even if for a moment. Because I was scared I would never be able to permanently remove his stain from my soul, no matter what I did. The pounding music pulled at me to dance but I couldn't. I was in hunting mode and I needed to do it fast before I fell into a disgusting mess of tears and emotional pain. Seeing a lonesome handsome face with blonde hair standing next to the bar, sipping something fr
~Nivea"Nivea! Hurry the fuck up already," Thomas shouted at me from downstairs, while I tried to fix the flimsy excuse for a gown I was wearing, trying to make it more presentable. Concluding it was a lost case, as no matter how much I pulled it down, the length of the hot pink gown kept clinging dangerously close to my butt curve. I left it and walked tentatively downstairs in my six-inch high pink heels. If I bent the wrong way, I was sure I would flash someone, but this was the gown Thomas insisted I wear to his friend's party. "Sorry. I'm here," I apologized, as I stopped next to him, my gaze down, as I waited for the tongue lashing I knew would come next. "There there. Now you look like the attention-seeking slut you truly are. If anyone saw you in this dress, they wouldn't be deceived by your beauty and innocent-looking eyes, instead, every man at the party will be fantasizing on how you will look bent over a hard surface while they fucked you," Thomas said, as he gripped m
~Zane"Hi Zane, looking good," I heard someone say. Probably one of my father's friends or one of their kids. But I couldn't respond to them, as I was trying to avoid someone. Suddenly, I heard that high-pitched scream. "Zane!" Shit! She found me. Slowly, I turned back to see her approach, her tall curvy figure clad in a full-length red dress with spaghetti straps, her auburn hair, primed to wavy perfection from multiple hair products, I was sure. "Hey, Finny," I greeted. "Happy birthday, and congratulations," I finished, shifting slightly on my feet with the desire to leave her presence. "Thanks, darling. But you didn't bring me a gift?" She asked, her full red lipstick-painted lips, pulled into a pout. I stayed silent at the question. The truth was I wasn't here for her. I didn't even want to be here, if not for Dad pressuring me. Dad had informed me that he had something very important to tell me, concerning my working in his company and ultimately inheriting it, and he h
~Nivea "Hi Nova," I greeted my sister, as I entered her hospital room, causing her to sit up on the bed she was lying on. "Hi Niv. You are here early. Where's Mom?" She asked, looking at the door expectantly. "Sorry, Stella wasn't able to come with me, something came up. But she will be here by evening," Bending to give her a hug, I asked. "What's up? How are you? Hope the chemotherapy is going well?" I questioned in rapid succession. Nova was looking better than the last time I saw her which was last week, her skin recovering some of its former healthy glow but she was still skinny. "It's going well Niv, stop being a worry wart," Nova stated jokingly, her beautiful face pulled into a teasing smile. It was good to see her smile. I missed it. It was like her whole world collapsed when Nova found out she had leukemia. All the joy and hyperness she used to be so full of, had seemed to be sucked out by the news. The news had sucked away the brightness in my world too, making the
~Nivea"If it's not my new stepmom," Zane said, as he looked me up and down, his sexy lips pulled up into a cold smirk. "Sorry for barging in like that, I will just leave you to finish up whatever it is you are doing," I hurriedly replied, turning towards the door to leave. Nobody used the attic as a laundry room ever since I came into the house, so it served as a place of privacy for me.And it looked like I just lost my private space now that Zane was back. "Oh, you don't need to leave like that, you didn't do anything wrong this time," He replied, his tone mocking.My hand froze on the door knob. Looked like he wanted to talk about that night, but I wasn't sure I was ready to talk about it yet, so I turned the knob, more than ready to leave his presence now. A big, deeply tanned hand suddenly hit the door, palm forward, stopping me from pulling it open. I stood still, my hand still on the knob. I could almost feel his naked chest on my back as he breathed in and out deeply.
~ZaneI stared at her back as she opened the door, then left, the image of her on her knees still painted vividly in my mind. I was shocked when she suddenly knelt and pleaded with me like her life depended on it, and it could. I didn't know exactly how my dad felt about her, but he could be very possessive and if he found out she cheated on him, especially with me, his reaction could be extreme. I never planned on telling him anyway. That would just be plain childish, and I quit being a child a long time ago. "Arggg," I groaned slightly, using my hand to adjust my hard length, maybe it would relieve some of the ache. Nothing. My balls were still tight. Immediately she had gone on her knees in front of me, my dick had gotten harder, and all I could see was that bow-shaped pink lips around my cock, sucking it deeply into her throat. I could almost feel the texture of her beautiful dark blonde hair wrapped around my hand as I fucked her mouth, her wide green eyes gazing up at me
~Nivea"Hi, I'm Leonora. What's your name?" The redhead seated next to me asked, her hand stretched out in a handshake as she smiled at me. "I'm Nivea," I answered, giving her a smile in return, as I clasped her pale hand gently. "Cool name," She responded, then started gisting me about all the lecturers and the courses we were meant to take. We were in History 216 class, and most of the seats were already occupied as the lecturer was running late. I glanced at the time again, and Leonara noticed. "Dr. Joe is never late to class, maybe something came up. I'm sure he will be here soon," No sooner had she said this, than a man with salt and pepper hair walked into the class. He apologized for his lateness and the class got into study mode immediately. I was officially starting my second year of college. After two more classes, in which Leonora was also in the last one, we left the lecture hall together to visit the school cafeteria."I promise you, the food is good! It's almost
~Nivea"What are you talking about and why are you in the ladies' bathroom? Anyone could walk in here and see you!" I snapped, my hands raised to push him to the side so I could leave. He grasped my wrists with one hand, pulling them behind me, and making my back arch. This position was uncomfortable and I struggled to pull my hands away, but he tightened his grip. "I locked the door when I came in," "What! Why would you do that? Release me this instant," I snapped, glaring at him. "You were flirting so openly with him? Are you really that sex-starved? Didn't get enough from ‘Daddy’ before coming to school?” he fumed.He really was his father's son with those disgusting words he threw at me. “If that's all you came to say to me? You can leave now, you've succeeded in disrespecting me,” I flared up.“Disrespect? Coming from someone who cheated on her husband with his son?”“You really aren't going to let that go huhn? Why are you so bothered about what I do?” I stepped closer to