Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

<…..My salary came in just today. And I already made the transfer of the fees you asked for, you should get it any minutes from now. Do give me a call whenever you do……>

Sylvie read out to herself the text she was about sending to her boyfriend before hitting the send button and placing down her phone. She already called him three times, but he wasn’t picking so she decided to send him a text instead.

Her salary has been received, and like she had promised him, she’s going to balance his school fees.

Sylvie has been the one catering for her boyfriend; Dorian, since he got admitted into college. From his fees, to his expenses, to clothing, to everything else of his that needs catering.

She sighed turning around to work on the cooking gas, by lowering the level of heat. She took a big stirring spoon, opening the boiling pot of soup while taking few ingredients out of the cabinet above her merged to the kitchen wall.

Opening the seasonings and garnishing the boiling soup with it, she stirred it together once again when she heard the hoarse sound of a car arriving at the compound. Peeping through the kitchen’s window it was the car of her boss.

‘He arrived quite early today,’ she quipped in her mind. The boss’s arrival time is usually between 9pm late in the night or thirty minutes after. He however came in seven o’ clock today, when dusk was just taking over.

She stopped what she was doing at once, covering the soup and washing her hands clean of the sweats and dirts gained from cooking, grabbing a napkin and wiping off the water gloving her hand.

She dumped the napkin on the kitchen’s island counter when she was done, moving out entirely from the kitchen, trotting away hastily to meet her boss.

She quickened her footsteps, and in seconds was outside waiting by the entrance with her gaze settled on the black car getting parked at the garage.

She stared as one of his escorts came down, coming to the other side to open the door for another man to alight.

His shiny black leather shoes came into view, next was his well fitted body claded in an expensive sequin designated suit following.

Sylvie gaped from where she stood, throwing her face off him before her boss’s attractive appearance pulled her in more than she’d wanted.

Soon enough the man came standing in front of her, his fragrance from inches away raving up her sense of smell, and she couldn’t help the squirm her inside were producing.

“Welcome sir.” She greeted with her head bowed as she held out her hand.

The escort behind the man greeted came forward from his side, handing over the suitcase to her.

Sylvie moved out of the way for the man to come inside. “Where is my wife?” He asked as he came into the house, diving left as he began climbing the stairs with Dawn following closely behind.

“She came in early today, probably in her room.” Sylvie replied, not wanting to tell him about the guest the wife accommodated when she returned.

She had no idea who the visitor was, but she was ordered not to disturb them and that she would be busy with the visitor for the next three hours straight.

Both finished climbing the stairs making their way to the mansion’s master bedroom. Upon getting at the entrance door they stopped, their hearings picking on a sensitive unusual sounds coming from inside the room.

Mikel moved closer, his face instantly becoming paled. Sylvie had wonder what could have caused the shift in his expression until she also moved closer, her ears becoming attentive to the sounds of profanities.

He gripped on the knob as he pushed open the door. Thus revealing the scene that further broke his heart, his gaze narrowed through the dimmed room seeing a guy on the bed pounding in and out of the woman he called his wife.

Sylvie gasped with vivid exclamation expressed on her face as she took some steps forward from the entrance where she stood.

She could not believe the scene in front of her. She had work for two good years with The Addams, and this is one thing she never expected to happen.

Ambiguous moaning and gasping filled their ears, both of the parties engaged in the treacherous deed gone into the act; totally unaware to the presences gracing the room.

Mikel with a squeezed face that had veins popping out, stretched all over his face slammed a hard punch into the wall nearest to where he stood.

The effect creating a loud bang booming through the room with his hand damaged from making the hit.

On the spot where he stood with his lips thinned up into a straight line and eyes reddened at the verge of secreting tears, he lifted his hand bringing it down from the wall.

The individuals scattered becoming aware of their surroundings.

“Holy shit! Shit!” The woman on the bed cussed with regret as she jerked away from the young looking guy.

The guy stood up from the bed exposing his identity as he glanced at the intruders, a gasp flying across his mouth as his gaze fell on Sylvie.

“Dorian- You-“ Sylvie choked on her words, that got stuck in her throat as she tried settling her head in the moment.

Her boyfriend is the visitor the wife of her boss; Mikel received and has been together in this room for the past thirty minutes.

More heart wrenching, the same guy she just caught slamming in and out of her. The same guy she had given her everything and trusted with her whole life.

She sacrificed her own future for him to get his future, so he would create a future for the both of them.

Sylvie sank to her knees as tears tumble down her cheeks unable to get her head wrapping around the reality she’s currently experiencing.

Hurt marred her expression with a palm moving over her mouth as she sobbed through pain.

The Dorian guy stood up with whatever guilt that was once visible on his face washing off. In his dangling nakedness walked over to where his wear was.

Before he could pick up his trouser, Mikel had crossed over grabbing him by his shoulder and whirling his face around to meet his punch.

He pushed him to the ground with nothing but hurt on his face as he got on top him to bash numerous more punches on his face, liquid in form of tears trickled down his cheek as he kept on punching him. Taking out his hurt, pain, anger, everything combined.

Sylvie could feel his life slipping away from the excessive amount of pain received from the vigorous punches.

He struggled hard, and managed to push Mikel off of him as he quickly reached for his trouser. With a bloody face he brought out a gun from his pocket pointing it at Mikel.

“I fucking dare you to come closer.” He threatened, as he corked the gun.

“This is not what I came here for, let’s get to that or everybody dies.” He said, forcing everyone into obligation.