“Where’s Lucas...Ermm your ‘young master’s Phoebe asked after they walked a few distance, breaking the comfortable silence the place once held. The woman didn’t notice the mocking sarcasm laced to her question, as she raised her head for the first time, blessing her with eyes Phoebe thought were pretty. Her eyes were soft, spreading into waves of sea blue and green, with long lashes that fluttered nonstop. “He stepped out for some issues but would be back in a while,” she replied, her hazel eyes dimming as they stole glances at Phoebe. Phoebe’s anxiety and also a bit of curiosity spiked upon hearing the woman’s reply. After her encounter with him the previous night, she had been restless wondering what his next move would be. The Lucas she’d come to know wasn’t an angel, so she would be really stupid if she thought he’d let her attempt at escaping him go unpunished. A part of her wanted him as far as he could be from her, but the second part wanted to see him so badly, at least
Phoebe’s heart thumped erratically as she crackled her brain for possible reasons for his foul mood that early morning. And before his mother too? For someone who'd asked that she behave herself? She'd been expecting his fury but had thought it would be once they got back to his house. If he'd wanted to engage In a fight with her in front of his family, why today and not the previous night after he'd caught her running away? As he approached the table, her heart escalated to a much faster. Sure to get a heart problem if it continued that way, she shut her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady the rate at which it banged against her chest. On reaching the table, while hoping that his mother and sister wouldn’t detect his bad mood, Lucas took Phoebe’s hand in his, nudging her to stand which she did wordlessly, much to his relief. It wouldn't have ended well if she'd chosen to be stubborn as was her middle name. “We would be heading back now,” he announced, as he saw Phoebe glance a
After he'd listened to Paul’s lecture on how building a family was just what he needed to heal completely for thirty whole minutes, he thanked him and saw him out of the house. On getting back to the house and sighting the woman still seated on the couch, with her head bowed, instant anger surged through him. So that was her secret, he scoffed inwardly as he approached her. But on second thoughts, he paused in his movement, retreated, and headed up to his room. He wouldn't want to indulge her with conversation now his mind was in a mess. But up in his room, he couldn't shake off the feeling that stayed with him ever since hearing she was pregnant and four months in. He'd slept with her only two nights ago. It only meant one thing, the bastard was responsible for her pregnancy. But for some reason, that realization didn't go down well with him as his mind conjured up scenes of the night of the conception. His blood boiled with rage as he conjured up Trevor Sanders, the only legitim
She held herself back from looking up, aware of who it was that had entered the room. She stared into the book, the words suddenly became blurry as she heard his footsteps which stopped just at the foot of the bed. From underneath her book, she saw the lower half of his body, his hairy legs shooting out of white shorts that had her thought drifting off to something impure. You can’t blame her though as who wouldn’t be attracted to the godlike creature? Of course, she would never admit that to him, but had it been they hadn’t met the way they did, she could easily see herself falling for him. Her face squeezed into a frown as she reprimanded herself for entertaining such thoughts. She closed her eyes, waiting for the fear to come but she felt nothing. Her curiosity perked and wanting to know why he hadn't said anything since he entered, she shifted the book away from her face to meet his on her. Only that they weren't focused on her eyes but on her thighs. She followed his eyes to
“W-what are you doing?” she asked but it came out in a whisper, barely audible even to her hearing as Lucas exhaled a contented breath, pulling her closer to himself. And she didn't miss the hard bulge poking at her ass cheek. His hands caressed her arm, making her jump to her feet but she was pulled back to the bed almost immediately. Brushing his thump finger against her breast, a tingling sensation crept up her spine with her biting hard on her inner lip to prevent herself from giving any encouraging sounds. Her heart banged hard in her chest with fury but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, as it enjoyed his hands which he trailed his finger down her belly. Her mind was on the same page with her body, wishing that he continued. But a little amount of her sanity was still intact. “Open up,” he ordered when he noticed her shut her legs to avoid him gaining entrance. She turned to look at him, her teary eyes glaring at him with so much hate, but he paid no attention to t
Lucas hurried back to his room, banging the door as soon as he entered, as his mind registered the pain he felt. He walked to the mirror and squeezed his face at the ugly view, her teeth mark gazing back at him. How dare she do that to him?” he wondered as he rubbed on it. Adam came in minutes later with the items he had asked for, dropping them on the bed beside him. “It's very deep, don't you think seeing the doctor would be a much better idea?” he asked as he picked up the plaster, volunteering to help his boss but Lucas snatched it away from him, before averting his gaze wordlessly. For one thing, he was aware Adam knew how he'd ended up with the injury as her teeth had left very obvious marks. He was already more than ashamed of him(Adam) knowing about it, to let another eye see it. He knew he needed medical attention, but he couldn't get another person to see him in that condition. “More like to check if it had been infected,” Adam continued, worry etched on his face. But
Lucas’s face squeezed in distaste as soon as he closed the door. He stood rooted at his position, as his heart began thumping hard against his chest, threatening to break out of his chest and render him lifeless. Nostalgia hit him as he stared down the stairs, feeling the exact way he’d felt seven years ago. What was she doing in his house? He wondered as he forced himself to move, his legs suddenly feeling like rocks had been tied to them and a magnet propelled them backward. As much as a second thought asked that he order Adam to throw her out of the house, a second part of him wanted to at least see her face, and hear what she had to say. Resisting the urge to run away from his past, he walked down the stairs. His eyes quickly locked with the blue ones of the blonde he’d once loved with his whole life. But instead of the usual sparkle they held at the sight of her, was replaced with spite and anger. Memories flashed through his mind as he watched her stand from the couch, his g
Phoebe stared at the door in disbelief, as she wondered if she was in some kind of dream. Did he just ask that she abort her child? All for what? Just to prove to him that she wasn’t working together with Trevor. He must be out of his mind. She thought as she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom for a quick leak. But on returning, her mind diverted to the woman who Adam had made mention of. She was grateful to her for coming at the right time and stealing his attention, as she had no idea what he would have done next if he hadn't been interrupted. She wasn't clueless as to who she was as the way Lucas's face changed at the mention of her name said it all. She was about to climb back onto her bed, but curiosity took the better part of her as she quietly opened the door to eavesdrop on Lucas’s conversation. She couldn’t hear everything they said from the top of the stairs but with the woman on the floor and Lucas towering above her, had her wanting to know more. Walking as
Phoebe’s features curled up in a smile as she read the text message aloud for the umpteenth time. “Get ready, princess. I have a surprise for you,” she read, trying to mimic Lucas’ baritone voice. Tearing open the package he’d sent her, her gaze fell on a blue sundress that was adorned with sparkly stones. She picked it up and tilted her head to the side, wanting to get a better view of it. The gown had a slit that went up to the middle thigh and had only one hand. Also in the shopping bag was a black six-inch heels and also a black purse to go with it. Without bothering to take her shower first, she hurriedly put the dress on, the little stones glistening as she moped at herself in the mirror. Her smile widened as she glanced at the sophisticated and elegant-looking woman in the mirror. In the last five years, she has changed a lot. Lucas made sure she looked like the women she saw in the social class, as he ravished her with expensive gifts all the time. And her body had al
“That's nonsense. My grandson deserves to be spoiled silly. He would get everything he wants and a lot of it,” Mrs. Cory interjected as her gaze fell on the toddler who’d suddenly lost appetite for his food as he played with his new toy. “Lucas’s heir deserves the whole world.” she stated. Phoebe gulped involuntarily as she widened her smile, Lucas’s grip on her loosened a bit. Planting a kiss on Ivan’s forehead, Mrs. Cory pulled a chair and sat down. Marcy proceeded to dish her a plate of the meal. “How are you doing, my dear.” She addressed Phoebe, her eyes giving her a thorough scan. Lucas was done with his meal so he stood up and announced his exit. After he'd exchanged more playful jokes with his mother, he walked over to Ivan who’d refused to eat to take him to school. “I want to play some more,” Ivan sulked as tears welled his eyes. He suddenly didn't want to go to school anymore. “Don’t cry. What did I tell you the last time?” “Big boys don’t cry,” Ivan comp
Looking at her toddler now, a smile curled her lips as she recalled all that had happened. He was a great child. When everyone thought she was going to lose the child, when the doctor advised her to get rid of the child or risk dying herself as her sac had been torn by the knife, she refused, finally seeing the reasons why her mother had also refused. A mother couldn’t just let go of her child and even though it was a stupid thing to do, considering what was at stake, she had bluntly refused. Her little bundle of joy fought right from her womb, he fought to live and in the end, he won. They both did. It turned out that after Phoebe left the house to meet with Ella, Marcy immediately called Annie and Lucas against Phoebe’s wish, explaining everything that happened to them. Lucas had been so furious that he went in the company of Annie to the police station where he had half a dozen men assigned to him by the chief of police to accompany him to the said place. She'd been unconscious f
Phoebe walked into the little lighted room alone, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. The more step she took forward was the more she felt like she was delving deeper into a lion’s den. A part of her kept screaming that she turned back or better still, called Lucas and let him know where she was but the image her mind conjured up was too disturbing to be ignored, making her push the thoughts aside while hastening her movement. It was an image of Gladys lying in the pool of her blood, Ella above her with the psychotic smile glued to her face as she licked the bloody knife. Her grip on the kitchen knife tightened as she glanced around the warehouse which smelled of dust, expecting Ella to spring out any minute. She could feel her gaze on her, shooting arrows at her and wishing her to be dead but the light didn't allow her to see anything as the whole place was dark, least for a little light that stole its way in through a window. “Look who we have here,” Ella’s voice echoed
“I warned you to steer clear of him but you went ahead to open your legs like the slut that you are,” Ella hissed as she glared at her through the phone, the hatred and spite very obvious in her stares. “Ella, I am the one you want. Let the woman be, she has nothing to do with this.” Phoebe pleaded calmly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing the way her heart jumped in fright as she watched Ella play with the knife around Gladys’ neck. Even though Ella's face was expressionless and did nothing to scare her no matter how hard she tried to broaden her grin, Phoebe knew that she was capable of anything and wouldn't think twice to slit Gladys’ throat. She needed to tread carefully. “Lucas said you guys were done, he said you were in his past and…” “Shut up!” Ella yelled at the top of her voice, interrupting Phoebe who shook unconsciously. Ella’s once expressionless face changed into that of one who was ready to kill at the slightest opportunity. “Lucas is mine. H
****Five years later**** “Ivan?” Phoebe called out as she walked into the room. It was seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was up and waited eagerly to begin a new day. As she caught sight of the little human who mumbled inaudible words in his sleep, a smile curled up her lips. Walking over to him, she turned off the lamp which still dimmed in a soft glow. Ivan was scared of the dark so they always left the lamp on for him at night. She tapped on him lightly, watching as his mouth formed a little pout and he squeezed his face in his sleep. Her smile widened, Phoebe sat at the edge of the bed and stared down at her son, who was the spitting image of his father, Trevor. Same hair, same intense gaze, you could as well say that Trevor had vomited him. The only feature he’d taken after her was her eye color, every other part of him screamed Trevor, making it hard for her to forget about him. Whenever she looked at her son, her mind diverted to Trevor, as she wondered what he was up
“Good day ladies, hope I didn't disturb your little party?” Lucas joked as he walked towards them in calculated strides. He was putting on a black suit with a white shirt underneath. His neck button was left undone and the tie he'd worn out that morning was nowhere in sight. The imperfection of his ruffled shirt as he took the suit off only added to the vibe as it exuded masculinity that was hard to resist. Phoebe peeked at her friend to catch a glimpse of her expression at seeing him for the first time and was delighted with the way she stared with mouth agape, the spoon she'd wanted to put in her mouth raised to the air. A smile stole her features as she looked back at him, proud of how his presence alone captured the attention of everyone. Lucas was a man of power who didn't need to say a word as his loud aura did the talking for him, leaving anyone who beheld him stuck in admiration. She was sure her friend would come to love him soon. Lucas’s gaze surveyed the space, pausing
Annie’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she looked around her surrounding in awe before bringing her gaze back to her, this time her eyes didn’t miss her protruding belly. She swallowed back the countless questions that she wanted to ask at the same time and flashed Phoebe a smile instead. “How I have missed you,” Annie said as she pulled Phoebe into a hug, her eyes meeting Marcy who was beaming with smiles as she watched them. “Not as much as I did? How is he,” “Getting better. Insisted on coming down with me but the doctor says it's not advisable. Lurk’s staying with him.” Lurk was Annie’s younger brother who had just recently finished college. Phoebe shot her a grateful look, as she wondered what she would have done without her. “Look at this place, it suddenly feels like I died and went to heaven,” “We both know you will be going the other way and not heaven if you die,” Phoebe teased, as she shifted from the door to let Annie in before she closed it behind her, watching as A
After Lucas had dressed and gone to work, Phoebe went back to her room and began her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, recalling how Lucas had kissed her even with her morning breath, the thought made goosebumps spring out of her arm. She went to the bathroom for a quick shower and while she was at it, her phone rang. She hurriedly took her shower before coming out to check who had called. She opened the notification and on seeing that it was her friend, Annie, she dialed her number but it was busy. As soon as she ended the call, Annie returned the call. “Hello girl,” Phoebe squealed as she put the phone on loudspeakers before dropping it on the bed. She walked to her closet where she began searching for clothes to wear. “Sorry I didn’t pick up the first time you called, I was in the bathroom,” she apologized, as she raised a blue gown to to her eye level but kept it back almost immediately. “It’s alright, I just dropped off at the airport. What is the address again?” Annie'