It was getting darker and the rain clouds were more than just rain clouds hovering over houses and our loft.
Eleven pm, with Derrick no where in sight, honestly I should be used to this since it has been happening to me nonstop for the past six years of my life since I was married to him. The constant avoidance like I meant shit to him and if I was been honest with myself?
I actually meant less than a nickel to him. All he did was work, work, work and work and the only times he came home, he was either angry or tired or going back out with the guys.
I sighed to myself, my heart in shambles as I decided to grab a comforter from our bedroom and sleep in the living room to wait for his arrival.
Usually he graced the house and myself with his presence whener he felt like it but today's disappearance hurt like hell because it was supposed to be the eve to our anniversary and even though he didn't care about me so much, he made sure to come a minute to nine and give me a scowl but tonight? I knew that he was completely done with me.
It didn't stop the tears that flowed down my cheeks from stopping at just the base of my eyes, quickly I wiped off every evidence of tears from my eyes and arranged the comforter on the couch to lay in it.
The cool air took me until the familiar jingle of keys caught my attention and brought me back from a sleepy haze;
Someone was trying to get in and was having difficulty but at the same time,this person owned a set of keys so it had to be one person alone...
But still,I moved towards the peephole on the door to take a peep and as I predicted, it was Derrick.
And he looked disorganized and wobbly. Without even opening the door,I knew something was amiss and I could smell it everywhere.
Immediately my heart started to palpitate and my nerves prevented me from checking what his world record for the year was and simply rushed to get the door opened for him.
The moment the door caved in, the fresh scent of whisky hit me raw and had me squeezing my eyes in horror as though I was the one gourging a bottle of it.
Derrick held the door frame for support but sooner than later, he was going to slip.
"Derrick!" I yelled and had him place his hands on my shoulder, Leaning half of his weight in me as I struggled to close the door and carry him to the bedroom, I had sent all of the maids out for today and tomorrow as I didn't need company and to be honest I was glad that they weren't around.
We weren't the prettiest couple and definitely not the type that was all over social media or all over each other. We were strangers in the biggest sense, with my love been rejected by him everyday and him not caring if I stayed in the house or left the house, we we're not all of it but at least we were famous and bloody rich and as such whatever we did ended up in tabloids and the paparazzi loved this sort of drama, one that I wasn't ready for since I had my cup filled to it's brim with my own troubles,I didn't need anymore especially from the outside world.
I took him to bedroom, careful to avoid the stairs as we had a mini elevator that came right into the corridor that led to the bedroom and carefully had all of his clothes removed from his body and tried to get him in the shower to freshen him up but he refused and motioned for me to put him to bed while doing something strange.
At first,I believed it was just my imagination playing tricks on me but when it went on longer than I would have expected, I started to feel something.
In all if the time I have been with Derrick as his wife, I couldn't recall the last time he stretched a hand to touch any part of my skin and in short ' I irritated him to no avail' but it didn't matter and I didn't care.
I was here with him and he was here with me.
I plopped him on the bed with just his briefs on and decided to have the blankets cover him to his neck whilst I hoped that he wouldnt catch a cold, I turned to leave when he caught my hand in his.
Shock registered on my face as that action caused a sea of emotions to flood my mind.
"You're dreaming Derrick" I said, trying not to sound too desperate for it not to be a dream.
"Really?" He echoed, his eyes suddenly sober and searching mine or maybe it was the alcohol.
"Yes and you need to get some rest paapi, I'll take good care of you in the morning" I said to him and wanted to leave him after I kissed his forehead.
The fact that he let me touch him amazed and gave me alot of flutters but as I turned to leave, his hands intertwined with mine and I stopped.
I turned to look at him and my saliva watered at the extent of the contact and how long it was now that his hands were on mine.
"Derrick?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I saw Derrick glid out of the bed and stand on wobbly feet.
"I want you to take care of me now. I want you now" I have never blushed as crazy as I did in a few minutes.
I stood still as his hands encirled my neck and took a whole of my black shiny hair and brought it against his nose.
His throat released the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, my legs quaked at how much I wanted to hear that sound.
His hands got tired of exploring my hair and decided to place both hands at the side of my neck while he buried his nose in the crevice of my neck.
"You smell good" his voice coming out in a whisper of whiskey and a hint of mint.
His throat made those sounds as he sniffed more of my neck while my legs weakened to his touch.
"Can I..." He began,his eyes searching mine. I stood waiting for him to complete the sentence , my body begging to be free and wanting to be molded against his touch.
"Can I touch you?" He asked me, my heart and my legs melted at the same time.
"Yes" I whispered and he brought his face so close to my lips, I smelled aboved whiskey. I smelled beautiful kisses with a hint of sunshine in the morning.
He smiled at me but looked at me with so much intention,I inearky begged him to fuck me already.
"That's yes sir to you"
I have never had my insides melt like jelly before the his eyes did a triangle from my eyes to my lips.
My eyes was half it's size when his voice came out huskier than I had realized.He looked at me as I nodded my head,"Say it" he said and I opened my mouth to speak"Yes sir" I said and his hands went behind my back and squeezed my ass in a fierce but satisfying way.A way that had my ass feel like butter melting in a pan.I was shocked and embarrassed that I felt that way especially since Derrick was drunk.Was he really drunk?His hands moved from my neck and went down the little buttons that decorated my nighties, if I had known that he was going to get freaky after so long of not touching me then I would have wore my finest and sexiest lingerie.His hands began to move towards the first button and he undid the first four, he stepped back as though to analyse the work cut out for him.I felt embarrassed and my hands moved to the buttons, what I thought I was going to do with them? I didn't know but I knew that they either had to go or they had to come back and fuck all of this.My
I woke up to yummy insides and sore legs. Every part of me ached like I had used my body to mold blocks of cement.I stretched my hands across the bed unconsciously and met it wide and open.The sleepy spell that had me under was immediately wiped away by jealousy.I guess I should be used to this by now, my heart burned at the realisation that maybe last night was nothing but a sad dream, a wanting that I wanted but the more my legs moved,the more I knew I wasn't delusional.I groggily got of out bed and made the sides of the bed, I noticed with horror as my eyes met the clock on the wall that it wasn't long before the maids came back to work.A part of me longed for derrick, maybe he was still around, maybe he hadn't already left me for whoever called him every morning or for work.I quickly took my bath,adorned my self with heavenly scents and the prettiest summer dress I could find in my wardrobe with his signature colours, red and black that made my skin shine bright.I took a bi
Zora’s point of view “You heard me.” He spat and gave me a hard glare, looking at me me with so much disgust. Immediately I fell to the ground with tears dripping down my cheeks, it felt like the world was about to grumble over me. How can he utter such a word, it crumbled my heart so severely. What did I ever do to deserve this dislike and abhor from this man, the man I love with all my heart. I know for this past few years Derrick has treated me like I’m worthless and doesn’t show much care about me. But a divorce??? I honestly didn’t see that coming. “Why are you doing this to me?” My voice was more like a whisper, I couldn’t even understand the atmosphere anymore, it felt like I was floating. Is he playing tricks with me or is he saying this so he can just leave already. He doesn’t mean this, right?I looked up to him and noticed his lips moving but couldn’t hear any sound, his face was getting blurry till everywhere turned blank. I woke up trying to figure out where I was
Zora’s POV“What? How can that be possible?” He questioned with his eyes popped out in confusion and immediately he let out a frown. The look on his face gave me shivers, I am hoping it isn’t what I’m thinking. “What are you talking about? Derrick.” My voice was becoming weaker, my legs were shaking slightly. I felt feverish instantly. It really shouldn’t be what I am thinking. I kept repeating those words in my head. “What do you mean you are carrying my child? Do you really think I will believe that bullshit?” He questioned again with a low but thick voice. “You are getting me confused, you don’t believe I’m pregnant with your child?” I uttered with a shaky voice, my palm turned so sweaty, it felt like I was already suffocating. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold my tears from pouring. “How do you expect me to believe such lies, I haven’t even touched you before, so how did I get you pregnant?!” He shouted, looking so pissed already. “You don’t remember the night you were kind
Derrick’s pov I should have held myself. I never wanted to have sex with that woman, even as she knew I was tipsy she should have left me, she acts so weak, always trying to make excuses for everything. Why would she claim she is pregnant all of a sudden? This is the reason why I hate her, everything you do with her doesn’t go right. I can’t be the father of that child, that woman is trying to frame me. Or is she doing all of this not to get divorced? What a shame. I sat on my bed wondering. But what if I am also the father of this child? If we eventually divorce, it may not be so good for the child. What should I do? This won’t deprive me from marry my Mia. After all these years of living with heartbreak she came back to me as a changed person with a clean heart but she came quite late. I was already married to Zora. But that won’t stop me from loving her. I slept with so many thoughts running through my mind. The next morning came by quickly and I was preparing for work as u
Zora’s POVEIGHT YEARS LATER Ariana grew up to be a beautiful, intelligent girl. She has pretty green eyes and a very lovely smile, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me all these years. She is a duplicate of Derrick, the only thing I know she took from me was my dimples. These eight years of being a single mother has been like a roller coaster, it wasn’t an easy journey, I worked very hard just to make sure my daughter and I live well. I am just so grateful that my hard work paid off and now I own my own company. It wasn’t easy but giving up was never my option.I made sure I gave my daughter both motherly and fatherly love not to make her for any reason asked for her father. But two years ago when there was a family gathering at her school, she was acting all so moody and I noticed how she looked around as almost all the kids were with their parents and suddenly a question popped out of her mouth. “Mummy.” She called as she looked at a particular child with both par
Zora’s POV “Zora?” He said as he walked up to me, with so many smiles written all over his face as his dark brown eyes seemed to sink in even more. Goshhh!! This man’s face looks so familiar but I can’t recall. Why do I feel like I know him? Or do I? “I can’t believe this is really you, Zora.” He looked extremely happy as he walked closer to me and I couldn’t stop myself but smile a little and crinkle my eyebrows because it looks like he knows me so well. “Are you serious right now, don’t tell me you don’t remember me.” His smile suddenly vanished because I still haven’t said a word to him rather just stared at him. Luckily it’s just my secretary and two other men in the hall. “Sorry, I’m trying to recall but I still can’t remember.” I tried to be polite and smiled a little. “That’s okay if you don’t remember though, we were still so little back then in school.” He explained and immediately my eyes grew wider in surprise. “Don’t tell me you’re Austin?” I pointed at him with s
Zora’s POV Immediately my phone rang. “Honey, I need to take this call, okay? We will talk about everything tomorrow. Sleep now.” I rubbed her hair and she nodded and I left the room as I answered the phone. It was a business call though and before I got to my room the call ended. I laid on my bed as so many thoughts fluid my mind. What should I tell her? Why would she bring up this same question again? Did something happen in her school? What must have been the reason? I don’t blame her for asking, she has all right to ask and know but what can I say?I sat and rested my back on the headboard of the bed. The sleep that filled my eyes suddenly vanished. If only Derrick acted a little bit nicer just a little maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way. I’m pretty sure by now he is living his best life with his so-called Mia. I never knew he finally got married to her because I didn’t pay attention to whatever that concerns him. I cleaned my eyes because definitely whenever the