Donald returned to the dining with a faint and half-hearted smile on his face. "Is everything okay?" Jennifer asked. She sensed the tiredness on her man's face. "Not really, sweetheart. I have to get to the office in the next thirty minutes." "What?" Jennifer said with a little scowl on her face. "Why are you going to the office?" Donald forced a grin. "I made it clear I didn't want to take the call. But you insisted. Well, I have to deal with the result of taking the call." "Hmm," Jennifer exhahed tiredly. "When will you be back?" Donald stroked his hair. He had no answer to the question. He didn't even know what Lucy was going to say. But he just wanted to go. "I will try to be back as soon as possible." Donald walked over to her and landed a soothing peck on her cheek. Jennifer, though wanted to spend the moment with him, could not do anything to make him stay. He needed to work. It was important. A couple of moments later, Donald was driving his sports car into the
Jennifer was restless while she waited for her man to return. She had earlier on wished to have dinner with him. With hopes that he would definitely return from work early, she decided not to eat or drink until he was back. But then, it was a few minutes past one in the night and he was yet to be back. After calling severally times, Donald didn't take any of his calls. "Damn it, Donald!" She said with the look of frustration. She dialed his number again, hoping earnestly that he would take the call. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the sane response arrived again… "The person you are calling is not available at the moment." She flung the phone on one of the couches and sat down in frustration. While she was there, a thought came to her head. She had the office line. With a new surge of hope, she stood up and grabbed the phone. When she dialed, it took only a couple rings before someone picked up. "Hello, we are off services at the moment. You can call during work hours.
The next morning, Jennifer was in the kitchen, trying to make a hangover soup for Donald. Though it was weird that he told her he was going to the office and somehow ended up getting heavily drunk, she still felt they was a reason for it. She was still in the kitchen when she heard her phone ringing. With a sense of haste, she strode away from the kitchen in a bid to take the call. But it was done ringing before she could get to it. When she swiped her phone, she could see message notification from Lucy. She had sent her a picture. When she opened it, her jaw dropped. Strength left her legs and she fell into the couch. "Do..donald?" She muttered shakily. Right on her screen was a picture of a lady close enough to Donald for comfort. It was right in his car. Where did he fucking go last night? She dialed Lucy's line immediately. "Hello, Lucy!" She said in an agitated tone as the call connected. "Hello, girl," Lucy said in a very calm tone. "What did you just send to me? Isn
When Jennifer got back home, Lucy was not there. Her heart felt heavy and stolen from her at the same time. The least thing she expected in her life was for someone like Donald who she loved dearly to betray her by seeing someone else. She dropped her luggage and fell on the floor. She had got a couple of beers from the roadside mall before entering the house. For someone who wasn't inclined to that kind of life, she started emptying the contents of the bottles one after the other with much ease. It was after the third bottle had gone halfway that the door flung open and Lucy walked in. On seeing Jennifer's situation, she stormed to her and snatched the bottle from her hand. Jennifer belched, giving off a breath filled with the stench of alcohol. "My God! Jennifer, your breath stinks!" Lucy said in disgust. "What have you gotten yourself into?" "Give me my beer," Jennifer said, her hand gesticulating that Lucy should return the beer she took from her hand. "This? There is no
Hours later, when the darkness of the night had fallen over the city, Lucy was getting her friend, Jennifer, drunk in a club. Jennifer had lost consciousness. She had no idea what she was doing but strictly acted under the strong influence of the alcohol she had been pushing into her system throughout the day. The normal meticulous and mathematical lady who was nothing but calm and not in line with this life was totally gone and now replaced by a totally different animal. Jennifer kept jumping and turning while trying to vibe into the loud beats and flashing lights of the club. "Go, girl!!!" Lucy shouted into her ear. While she was still dancing and drinking, she sensed the presence of a man around her. Despite being in that state, she was still sane enough to know when someone was trying to get naughty with her. She wasted no second to knock the hands that touched her while still vibing to the energy of the whole place. "Hello, pretty," the dude said into her ears. But Je
Donald's heart could not stop beating fast. He was very agitated. Every stride was quick and almost not thought about. His burning curiosity was the driving force of his motion. "Seeing is believing. Go and see for yourself." The words of Lucy kept on echoing in his head. As much as he didn't want to believe it, he knew that the lady spoke to him with great confidence. Lucy knew what she was doing to his head. The man, as innocent as his feelings were, had no idea that he was about to fall headlong into the devil's pit. "Jennifer," he muttered under his breath as he kept moving. Soon, he was standing right in front of the door. The room number read "3-0-6". This was the place. All he had to do was to break in and feed his eyes with whatever shit was going on there. But he could not seem to move a muscle. His legs seemed to have been injected with a paralysis poison. His heart was tearing apart. He could feel it. Damn it! A part of him still longed for her. He desperately wante
Donald returned home as a shadow of himself. He was devastated beyond imagination. Not even in his wildest imagination could he have thought that the woman he loved dearly would do such a thing to him. He felt betrayed, completely betrayed,by Jennifer. "Jennifer, why?!!" He yelled out in frustration as he stormed into his living room. The thought of how the dude must have undressed his woman was driving him crazy. All he could hear were the moaning sounds of Jennifer in his head. He needed to cool off. He had to forget it all. But how? Would that even be possible? Wine! He needed wine. He found his way around the house and grabbed a few bottles. Then, he returned to the living room and let his whole weight fall on a couch. He found a way out. The wine would help. Without sparing a single second, he ripped the seal of a bottle and emptied it all in a twinkle of an eye. Then, be moved to the next and to the next. Before he could know it, a few empty bottles were littered on the fl
The next morning, Jennifer was still lying down in the hotel room without any idea of what had ensued throughout the night. As innocent as she was,how could she have possibly expected a betrayal from someone she could trust even with her own life? It was after a couple of hours into the day that the bell to the room began to ring. "Mmmh," she muttered under her breath as she stretched her length on the entire bed. The young lady was yet to realize the situation of her environment. She rolled from one corner of the bed to the other. Her mind was totally out and get to grasp the sound of the bell ringing through the entire room. "Good afternoon, Miss Jennifer," a digital voice said through an intercom device in the room. Her ears clicked. What was that? She ignores it and tried to get more of her relaxation. But the voice didn't go away from her. "Please, ma'am, if you are safe and can hear us, you should respond by opening the door." It became obvious to her the voice