She Will Be Mine

I pace up and down my office, thinking about ways to murder Jacob. It felt so surreal seeing him after all this time. The nerve of him to show up today as an investor. Did he expect me to smile and welcome him? He must be on something to think I would forget what he did to me. Seven years have passed, but it doesn't mean I would open my arms wide and welcome him as if nothing had happened. It's going to take longer than that for me to forgive him. "Sarah, you need to calm down. You look like you're about to kill someone," Rebecca says, sounding worried as she watches me. "That's because I want to, or rather I need to." I say, fuming with anger. "I'm very sorry I invited him. I swear if I knew it was the same Jacob who broke your heart years ago. I would've never picked him to be our investor. I'm so sorry." Jacob and I started dating when I was sixteen and broke up before I went to college, so Rebecca never met him. But she'd heard the stories. "I know. You don't have to apologi

I ask the waiter to refill my glass again while waiting for Jacob to arrive at the restaurant. It's been 30 minutes since I got here and there is no trace of Jacob yet. I'm starting to think he's not coming, but I also don't think he would pass up the opportunity to have dinner with me. I'm confident that my threat will work, and Jacob will back off because of where I'm from. I was born and spent some of my youth in Nigeria. His mother always hated me because of the colour of my skin and didn't try to hide it. She looks down on Africans. If the bitch had her way, Africans would still be her slaves.I watch as the clock in the restaurant strikes nine o'clock, which means an hour has passed and still no sign of Jacob. I can't believe he's standing me up."Ma'am, would you like to order now?" The waiter asks for-if I'm not wrong-the tenth time tonight."No, but I would like a bottle of whatever you have been filling my glass with.""Alright, ma'am."The anger I'm feeling is all consumin

"Sarah, what are you doing here so early?" Tamara asks once she opens the front door. "Where do I start?" I walk past her into the house. "Maybe you can start by explaining why you are wearing a dinner dress so early in the morning." "I spent the night out." I sink into one of the couches in her living room. "You spent the night out! Oh my God, it's been so long. I have to ask, with whom?" Tamara asks, getting more excited by the minute. I didn't date much after Jacob, so it is no surprise that Tamara is eager to hear about a date. "Jacob." "You had sex with Jacob?" Tamara asks, wide-eyed. "Of course not; I just spent the night over at his place." "How did that happen?" "I don't know, but I guess he was called to the restaurant after I passed out." "You passed out at a restaurant?" "Yeah," I say, staring at Tamara's TV screen. "Why are you looking at the TV? It's switched off. Is something on your mind?" "Jacob kissed me." "He did what?" "He kissed me." My hands automat

Saturday comes as quickly as I had hoped. I've spent all day getting ready, so now I just need to add a few finishing touches to my face. Luckily, I'm very skilled with makeup, so I was able to do my own, and Tamara had helped me to style my hair in a sexy updo a few hours ago.Once I am done applying my red lipstick, I close the tube and admire how the color accents my skin. Now all that's left is to put on the dress. Rebecca had helped me lay it out on my bed earlier. She and Tamara are also coming to the party, so they'll have a front row seat for what I have in store for Jacob. I smile as I look at the dress. Jacob is absolutely going to hate it. It's a sleeveless, nude tulle gown with black flowers, sequins, applique, and a deep V-neck. The back is also open in the same style as the front, with a slit on the side exposing my leg. A thrill of anticipation runs through me as I put it on. I slip on my black heels and then walk to the full-length mirror to take a look at the full ens

A few hours have gone by since I got back from the store and made Jacob lunch. It's nighttime, and I should be on the way home, but I'm worried about Jacob being alone. I am finding it hard to leave him. The hundreds of ways that his situation could become worse have been floating around in my head all day. I just can't bring myself to leave him."Sarah?""Yes?" I turn away from the TV to look at Jacob."Why are you still here?""No reason." The last thing I want to do is tell him I'm worried about him. He'd make such a big deal about it." It's not because you're worried about me?""No.""Hmm." Jacob places his hand on his chin and stares at me, with an amused glint swimming in his eyes."What?""It amazes me how you think just because you can lie about being worried about me that I will believe you.""I am not lying; it's the truth. I'm not worried about you.""It's funny how you think I can't tell you are.""Okay!" I finally say, exasperated. "Maybe I am worried about you, but I be