Eriantha
"...antha"
"Eriantha..."
"Eri..."
I heard my name loud enough this time, not that I wasn't hearing it in bits and pieces, but, I am usually a heavy sleeper, so they felt like far off sounds rather than my name.
I jolted up on my bed, in front of me was my brother who was now shaking me as if I were a rattle.
His usual somberness is gone, my handsome older brother right now appears as someone who had lost his senses or his rational thoughts. He looked pale and scared, his usually neatly brushed hair was touseled.
I had noticed that he had been drinking every night after his usual "discussions" with father after our painstakingly silent dinners. I am sure they never quite ended in discussions, for my father of all people was someone not civic enough to discuss stuff across a table, without raising his voice or his hand, or blaming his family for all his 'misfortunes', which were in real the blunders he had committed.
I am also confident that the source of my brother's recently growing drinking habit is because he is tired of my father's stir-crazy behaviour.
My brother held me in a steel like grip. I felt his cold clammy hands, a sheer reaction whenever he turned nervous. He looked at me with wide eyes, shocked from heaven knows what!
A nightmare?
That’s impossible, he is Twenty seven, that's not even a plausible option. I blinked at him a couple of times, he had never acted this way in front of me, or in front of anyone for that matter.
He was seven years ahead of me, so he has always behaved like a protective older brother, ever since I was born, more likely because my father never really cared. So, my brother was always there for me, we weren't playmates to be exact, but he always took care of me and adored me in his very own way. But there was always a healthy boundary between us which I had learnt to respect. In fact this is the first time he had entered my room ever since I turned fourteen.
My brother was old school, maybe girls of my age and time might give him adjectives like 'reserved', 'boring', 'traditional', 'conservative'. But, in a home like mine where our father considered that women were only useful for popping out babies and adding a soft touch to the rough men's world. In a home where I was the only female left after my mother eloped with another man when I was just ten years. My brother had been the best person in my life.
At least I am able to still call this place, home, because he had been around. May be he didn't have the best personality, not that I could blame him, he had to shoulder burdens beyond his age, which perhaps had turned him into an old soul. But my brother was a gentleman, and I could do anything for him, the only reason why I still believed in family, was him."Anders"
I called him in the hope of stopping his frenzy. He paused and blinked a couple of times, finally realising that he had been hurting me, and shaking me to the point of making me nauseous. I wanted to throw stuffs off my gut.
Before I could ask him what's wrong, he closed his eyes momentarily, and, after taking a deep breath, he finally said what had riled him up.
"Father" he paused for a moment, "Father is gone..."
"Gone? Gone as in to where?"
The question isn't as lame as it may sound, our father usually never stayed at home, after dinner he would either hit the casinos on weekdays or he would go to some high end clubs to drink and fuck a few women. Lately he had been staying at home a lot more than he had been over the years. Not that it didn't raise my suspicion that he must have caused another one of his blunders. But, Anders assured me that he had been lying low because we are going through some financial crunch.
However, I always dreaded the idea of spending longer hours around that man. After all, who loves to walk on eggshells in their own home?
Anders frowned at me with confusion assimilated with his rising panic, as if I am speaking in some secret code language.
He paused for a moment, holding me with his steel grip perhaps in the hope of knocking some sense back to me.
"Dad is gone Eri, GONE as in Dead." He emphasised.
"What! No..." I finally realised what he had been trying to convey. No wonder he was in a state of shock.
Anders nodded heavily, as if to convince me.
"I... I... found him in his study, he...he...has hung himself. He is no more..." His voice trailed off in what I think were suppressed tears.
I went morbid, frozen, stunned by what I heard all so sudden. But. was there any pain? Any sadness in my state of shock?
God! No.
Instead a strange sense of relief spread across my chest, like a cool evening breeze after a sultry afternoon. I hated our father, though I didn't expect him to be gone, but I hated him to this point that now when he is no more, my mind is trying to figure out what unspeakable gaffe he had committed that he had no choice but to call quits.
How much of his litter do we have to clear?
I hope he hasn't done anything which might put us siblings behind the bars.
I was caught up with panic before anything else, others might think that I am one selfish bitch. But then, I was tired of putting up with his greed and pretense.
The cops came and took away his cold body for autopsy, wrapped in plastic covers, our father's body appeared like a log.
What an inglorious end!
Our family has been very old residents of this area and we had what he called "Reputation".The officer In-charge Jackson was my father's friend. He assured us that this was an open and shut case, and he would make sure things wrap up smoothly and we would get to hold father's funeral at the earliest.
However, proving my ominous thoughts he gave us a piece of information, I don't know if it was out of good will Or mere pity, Jackson looked at me, and then at my brother.
"Do you know Fredrick, I mean, Mr.Reux had taken huge loans from the loan sharks?"
"Holy fuck!" My brother cursed, his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fist.
I remained silent while swallowing the curses.
"Women in the family should never jump into men's conversation." Let alone curse!
My father's words were etched in my mind, maybe this is what people call conditioning.I could understand my brother's reaction, loan sharks were associated with the underworld. They would lend you money on high interest rates, and it would mean death if you failed to return the debt. They are part of organised crime and had close nexus with the government and the administration.
"I know it's not a good time to talk about this Anders" Jackson said before leaving, "But as I can understand, you had no idea about this, since you have to take up the business, I thought giving a heads up was necessarry, because now they will come after you..." He whispered, as if he wasafraid of being heard. "They are lethal, and there's little that I can do about it. The very fact I am telling you about this, has my neck hanging on the line." He left after giving us an apologetic smile, while we were standing on the edge of a black hole.
DarcelMy cell phone had been vibrating for the seventh time in a row, and I know who the caller is, but right now I am so furious that I don't have it in me to speak with her. I rubbed my forehead with a futile hope that it would even change the condition of my throbbing head.Three years ago, when I approached my maternal grandfather, the chairman of the Karwitz corporations, with my proposal to expand our business into the perfume industries, the old man had laid out two conditions.One was that, it shall be under the scrutiny of the same board of directors who run the Karwitz Hotels.The second condition was that, it must become the topmost brand in the perfumes in the next five years.If the above conditions aren't met the company will be merged with the Karwitz apparels, or in other words it will cease to exist. I knew my grandfather very well, he was the patriarch of the Karwitz family, and he understood business more than anything, he was impeccable, hence even though he is se
Eriantha"Hey workaholic!"I looked up from my desk and the aroma of my favorite brew of Americano welcomed me from the paper cup which was just now placed on my table. I smiled immediately, for there was no other way it could be someone else other than Viv. My best friend, Vivian Amber. We had been friends for the past four years only, but I don't know what my life was before Viv. From the day we met each other we had always been together. Together as in really together, through thick and thin. I looked at my gorgeous bestie. She was five feet eight inches, quite a contrast to my pitiful five'two". Her brown hair was long, naturally straight which hit her waistline, and she always had it sleeked at the back. A slim, oval shaped face, hazel eyes sat perfectly on both the sides of her small yet sharp nose, and her lips were slightly pouted and they had a strange upward curve, which made a smiling appearance. She claimed that this was a fake expression which her sick from the gut, but
ErianthaConfirming our concerns, our company was no less of a defunct shit show. Not that I can complain when I have danced into buying a ticket to this very circus. So, instead I decided to move ahead with the attitude, 'My circus, my monkeys.' But, it was easier said than done."Is the paper cup that aesthetic that you can't take your eyes off it?" Viv's comment brought me back from the load churning over my head, maybe it's a side effect of reading too much in too little time. But then again do I have a choice?"I needed this more than anything..." I raised the cup and took a sip ,the coffee started working its magic on me. A little moan escaped my lips."You orgasm too perfectly for a virgin"I chocked on my coffee, shocked at her comment, and spilling some drops on the paper during the process. Then there was Vivian glued to her laptop screen, the only one who can pass such a lewd comment absolutely deadpan."Damn!" I cursed at the mess and then glared at her, while she passed
Eriantha"Anders, do you even know that you are scaring us?" Vivan was the first one to speak, as I was hardly breathing, it has been like this ever since we have learnt about the loan sharks. Whenever Anders goes out I am worried that they might do something to him, or whenever he says things like this, or when looks riled up I feel as if we are in danger.We have deliberately kept the loan shark issue a secret from Vivian, that's because we both know if she learns about it, she will try to help us, using her family's money or her connections.Its already a problem for her that she has been coming here everyday hiding from her family. We don't wish to pile up on her problems. There was no point in tarnishing her with this dirt."That's because it's a bit of a situation here" Anders quipped while grinding his teeth, he was trying to subdue his pent up frustration. My brother doesn't like my best friend and I am the reason behind it."Are you going to sit like an snow man? Didn't I tell
Darcel'CognoScenti' is a person who 'Loves' perfume.That's definitely not me, for even though I am heading the Karwitz chain of perfumes, I don't care about the stuff, I only care about the business it makes.'A pervert'Of course not how I would like to describe myself even in all the years that I have lived so far, and yet when this five feet something, slip of a woman stepped inside this ridiculous hole they call meeting room, I found my dick throbbing. And the next thing I wanted was to bend her over this apology of a table and fuck her, until this whole office echoed with her screams of my name.What's wrong with you Dar?It was quite a little shock when I got to know that she was the Daughter of Fredrik Reux, the previous Head of the Reux Perfumes, who had hung himself, and even though on papers his depression was stated as the reason behind his actions. But, it was as clear as daylight that, he harmed himself because things had gone out of hand in the company.Reux perfume
Eriantha"I... I... Don't understand what you are talking about Mr.Karwitz."I spoke after clearing my throat, I couldn't believe my voice sounded this coy. My nervousness was palpable, and my breathing was hitched.He was leaning too close... Hot and cold, I have never experienced those two sensations together. But that's exactly how I was feeling at this moment.How does he know? Why does he know? Those two questions were making me lose my mind. There was no way anybody else other than Viv and Anders, would ever know my little secret. It's impossible for him to remember me from that competition, I even used a pseudonym. Sorbiquet is a small online business that operates through social media, it's only popular among students. A third party b grade company manages it. He shouldn't even know about its existence.When I had seen emails I considered ignoring them as spam. Yet, here is Mr. Darcel Karwitz himself offering me a position at Karwitz Perfume's creative team. I already had
ErianthaPeople seek shelter at their homes when it rains outside, but how does one protect themselves in a home which has no roof?You get wet in the rain either way, for you have nowhere to hide.My situation was somewhat similar, Darcel Karwitz came like a thunderstorm and I had nowhere to hide. I found Anders approaching the meeting room right after Mr. Karwitz left. I would have done the same thing, obviously he was curious, he definitely wanted to know why the mighty CEO of Karwitz perfumes of all people wanted to meet his sister.But instead I avoided him and made a run for the elevator, because I needed to think before I could tell him anything, my lungs needed some fresh oxygen and my nerves definitely needed to relax a bit, before I could speak with Anders.'Fuck Eri, you also need to think, what to tell him and how much to tell him. Anders already had too much on his plate, don't make it even worse for him.'I was overwhelmed by the situation, and by that sinfully gorgeous
DarcelEriantha Reux was the biggest anomaly I have ever come across, and I can swear I hated anomalies until I found her.I had half expected her to decline my offer by tomorrow and the other half of my irrational hope said that it would need some more manipulation, some more sacrifices of my immaculate schedule to get her on board.Yet, she was sitting right here in my living room, wearing an impeccably formal attire for a Friday evening, along with a pair of neck breaking red heels which definitely encouraged some extra attention. Her legs were slim and my fingers itched to trace them, and my lips craved to feel her flesh along her ankle to her lean and tender calf and beyond that.'Since when did you develop a foot fetish Dar?'I am getting an appointment with my therapist the first thing on Monday.I tore off my gaze from her legs to her face, she was trying hard to suppress her nervousness, and I could see she had put on a lot of effort concealing her bare face behind a layer o