LOGINFlorence. I turned on the faucet in the kitchen sink before stepping back a bit, just so I wouldn't get any impromptu water splashes. Normally, I wouldn't mind but there was nothing bad in being careful, right?Lies my subconscious screamed in my head. I wasn't being careful because I suddenly wanted to. I was doing it because I wanted to avoid trouble. Dominique's trouble. After the whole dinner fiasco two days before, where the man of the house had simply flung dinner, dinner that I spent hours making, he went ahead to list the things I did that irked him. And like the maid that I was, why would I dare to do things that gave him the ick? I pressed my eyes shut as Dominique's words replayed in my head. The faucet was still on, the rushing water making a fast rhythm that was somehow soothing to the mind. Just look at you Dominique's angry voice raged in my head. How dare you approach me like this? Not only did you get me my dinner late, you look tattered. What are all these wet sp
Dominique. “Why doesn't he ever pick up?” I wanted nothing more than to toss the phone in my grip a million miles away from me. But if I did, I wouldn't be able to get through to the bastard who'd refused to pick up his damned phone. “He never picks up at the right time, no matter how hard I try or the number of times I call him.” A frustrated sigh slid past my lips as I punched in his number again, before dialing it. It rang and rang, and rang, without an answer. Again. “Fuck!” I yelled as fisted my hand by my side. I glared at the device in front of me, like it'd done anything to me, meanwhile, the main culprit was the idiot who'd refused to pick up his phone. He was always with his phone, but the one time I decided to ring him up, that's when he decided he just had to be unavailable. “Fuck it!” I tossed the phone to the right without giving a care in the world as to where it would drop. In a fit of rage, I pulled the blinds just facing my windows open and regretted it immediat
Dominique. “Oof.” I chortled, the moment the back of my head came in contact with one of the fluffy pillows spread out on my bed. A small smile made its way to my lips as I sat up a bit, just so I could get a proper view of what was in front of me. “Someone's excited, isn't she? And I wonder why?”“Let's just say I've been counting down to today.” She purred, a certain hint to her voice. I watched her eyes rake over me, her gaze skimming over and undressing me right on the spot. I smirked at her obvious scrutiny and pushed my hands to the back of my head, before resting on them. “It's not my fault I'm like this. You've starved me for too long.”True. That was true and I barely agreed with the woman, so that was saying something. Ever since that night, I'd been avoiding her like a plague, a disease and some kind of virus. Whenever my caller ID showed her as the one hitting up my phone, I always declined it. Without missing a beat. Whenever she came to the office too, the security on s
Florence. My breath hitched in my throat as my gaze landed on the sight in front of me. It was these kind of things that always resulted into a heart attack, and I wouldn't be wrong if I said my heart was well on its way to having one right now. My heart thudded beneath my chest so hard I felt my rib cage would crack into a million pieces. Heat rushed up both my cheeks as I found myself unwilling to stop staring at him. It was in times like this, I wished I let my hair loose. That way, there was no way Dominique would be able to see the red hue that had tainted my cheeks and were slowly working its way up the back of my neck. My hands felt clammy as I struggled to get my breathing back together. Right now, I couldn't even figure out which was hard to do, to breathe or to stop staring at him. Dominique on the other hand didn't seem to be bothered by all the attention he was getting. If the sly smirk on his face meant anything, he was enjoying every bit of it. I on the other hand, w
Florence. I furrowed my brows as I cleaned harder, pressing and pushing my entire weight onto the rag in front of me. It was damp and sticky but it still did nothing to remove the stain from the wall. If anything, it felt like the more I scrubbed, the dirtier it got and that wasn't even the annoying part. The stain was a murky brown color, with tiny bits of leaves stuck in it. After a closer look, I realized it was mud and the moment that realization dawned on me, anger flared in my bones. There was only one person that was responsible for mud and everything else related to it. Aliyah. Aliyah was the gardener and mud only came from one place, the garden.My nose flared as thoughts of aliyah rushed through my mind. I felt my blood boil all over again and if I didn't try to calm down anytime soon, I wouldn't be surprised if I blew up into pieces, right here on the spot.I didn't know who to blame for my anger, me or Aliyah. I was a fool for trusting her again. After our little showdo
Dominique. I sat rooted in my spot as I allowed Derek's words to sink in. He couldn't be serious could he? What did he mean by you feeling guilty might just be a good thing and I think you should just pursue it ? What was that even supposed to mean? It made no sense to me as far as I was concerned. It just wasn't possible. I allowed my mind paint images of me taking Derek's advice. Was he saying I should pursue Florence? How? It just didn't make any sense. Nothing could ever work out between me and her. She wasn't on the list of Calibre of women I moved with, stooping so low to her level would be the greatest blow to my gut and ego. If that was so then why was it such a huge task to get her out of my mind all the time? Why did I have that explicit dream about her in the office the other day? Why did I cut off her water just to frustrate her efforts the other and why have I been fucking irritated since she threw those wads of cash in my face?!“Are you there buddy?” Derek's shoulde
Dominique. I hissed out loud as I stared at the papers in front of me. It felt like the more I read and glanced through it all, the lesser it made any sense. From the variables and figures, down to the most minute of details, something was wrong and it irked me, deep in my bones, but that wasn't e
DOMINIQUE.It was only when he’d left and I’d reclined to my study that I came into full realisation of what I’d done. I felt like a fool, a tool for use. I shouldn’t have let Mr. Shane go. Worse still, I’d bought into his silly idea of his daughter working for me to repay the money he owed me. How
FLORENCEAfter my dad was carted into a long black van, I stared for the longest time at the door, inwardly praying that this wasn’t real. That I would eventually wake up and all of this would be a distant memory, belonging only in the dream world. But, my stepmother’s voice sliced through my daze
The rain splattered on the sidewalk, licking up the roads and a bolt of lightning flashed briefly from the dark-night sky, shielding everywhere with light for a moment only for the darkness to return. I snuggled closer into my pillow, but the sound of the rain beating down on the old tin roof would







