There was a buzz at the door. Denzel rushed to answer, almost falling down the stairs, the excitement on his face vanished, appearing healthier than he was just a minute ago. After spending half an hour rehearsing how to look sick and broken. She stared at him almost confused knowing the precious enthusiasm that had almost been replaced with an expression of confusion and disdain wasn't meant for her. "Hello Denzel, how are you? I felt you were sick that's why I rushed over to make sure you are fine," Eva finally spoke up. "Yes, yes, yes, I am okay,” Denzel stammered for a reply before adding "Eva, how are you? I mean what are you doing here?" "I felt you were sick…" She tried to say when Denzel interrupted with his disdain almost visible to a blind man. Eva starts to sob, "all I have done is love you all my life, what have I done to deserve such coldness from you?"

Kate had always been a woman that expected more from relationships, for her, love, faithfulness, and commitment must always be captured in the scenery of romance. But here she was, with a chronic Casanova who obviously had trailed her from her last job to this one. She knew she was too fragile and Denzel was nothing but trouble. "When are you gonna give up, Denzel?” "Not in a billion years, I guess," Denzel responded. "I love you, Kate, I really do and this is not the kind of words that escapes my mouth easily, hell!!  I'm quite sure I have never said those words to any woman that wasn't my mother." Kate adjusted her apron and a flush of frustration ran rapidly across her face, she knew she couldn't deny this fact, she loved Denzel and she was helpless about it. She only wished he could disappear from her life, never to return. This torture of having to deny her heart and her body this inf

Kate sat on the marble veranda floor of her family's house. She had driven home to pick up some things she needed to be comfortable enough; an excuse she had given her boss, who had taken a liking to her, to allow her to travel home and basked in the memories of loving moments her family home held. She sat there staring into the nothingness of the suburbs. The smell of hustle, and the bustling energy of her neighborhood. The sight of boys and girls with nothing but dreams on their hands attempting to take on the world, as she had done, she had to take a job since her senior year in high school to support her mum who had quit her job after being diagnosed with cancer. And since that day she came home with a white envelope contains her test result, he life had spiraled down. Kate had grown up sooner than most of her peers ever had to. She knew she had to give life everything she's got because she was already behind, life's odds were instantly stacked against her.

The Police sirens were blaring all over the street intersection. There had been an accident. Denzel had managed to swerve out of the way from a drunk driver that was driving in the wrong lane with the police chasing him down. "That was close," Denzel said letting out a loud sigh. The Sedan had pulled up behind him, and Stan had emerged from it walking towards Denzel hurriedly and knocked off his windshield, obviously pissed off. "What the hell man, you left me at the bar with Priya, driving to nowhere almost drunk!  Are you trying to kill yourself?" That was when Denzel remembered he had actually gone to the bar with Stan in his Mercedes to meet up with Stan's fiancé, Priya, and her friends.   "Sorry man, I needed to see her," Denzel added. "No. What you need is a cold bath and some rest. Move over, let me drive you home". &

Denzel could not hide his joy; his happiness was spilling over onto his face. It's been a long time coming; this was the best news he has had in a long while. After much persuasion, Kate had finally decided to quit her job at the restaurant to come work for him as his maid, or friend or lover. Whatever capacity she wanted to work was fine by him. He hasn't been able to sleep since yesterday night when Kate informed him, she had finally decided to come back to work, and she wanted what he had promised; a fivefold salary increase. That was nothing to Denzel, he could pay her even more if she had asked. Denzel had tossed all night anticipating her return; he was yet to inform Mia that her job had been offered to someone else, that quite didn't want it. Denzel felt guilty, he couldn't bring himself to sack Mia, especially not after she had sucked his cock so well, he had always tried to replay that scene in his head each time he was alone.