JUST FLIRTING “That was a smooth ride, Chad.” Emma, who was the first to alight from her BMW, shouted. She tried to arrange her hair, which was flying all over because of the wind. “It sure was,” Chad replied, he had asked Emma to allow him to drive her car and she willingly agreed. “Driving above the speed limit again.” chads father chided him, Emma stood aside, not sure what to say, it was the first time she was visiting Chad's home, and did not want to get involved in their brawl. “I can take care of myself father and no I was not driving above the speed limit.” “Who is she?'' Chad's father suddenly asked him, his attention focused on Emma. “Her name is Emma.” “And who is she to you?” “A friend,” Chad grumbled. “ What does it matter to you father?” Chad's father knew his son too well, he had a wake of heartbreak along his trail. “Let me guess, she owns a BMW. “Yes, she does. Can we go now, or do you have a thousand more questions to ask?” Chad's father remained mute an
DELIMMA Ethan was not too pleased with his growing attraction for Camilla. He had promised himself that he would never have his heart flip for another woman since, after his wife's death, he was supposed to only love Vanessa after all we were only supposed to fall in love once. But here he was almost betraying her, he had to really try hard before he could remember her face. And this was not supposed to happen, he was not supposed to feel lesser of his grief, he was supposed to honor her memory by remaining in his pain forever, missing and pinning for her always, it had worked for almost four years, but things were beginning to change and even more since Camilla came into his life. Taking a deep puff at his cigarette that hung loosely between his fingers, he watched as the sexy dancer swung her slim body around the pole. Her kinky ginger hair tied into a bun stood like a pineapple over her head. Her dance moves kept him mesmerized, he stood transfixed watching her move around the
If flirting with me was what Ethan wanted then so be it Margeret told herself. She was not about to give up the attention he was giving her. Not that she was short of getting men to pay her attention, but Ethan was in a different league. He was rich, famous, and had the body of Zeus, the Greek god. He was also married and open to possible romance which made it more intriguing, the last time she had an affair with a married man was right after she finished college and needed extra cash to help with the little she earned. Now she was self-made and even at that, she needed some excitement in her life and Margeret felt that Ethan was the answer to that. ******************* ETHAN'S HOME "You are still awake." Ethan sneered as he walked into his room, at almost past two. He was a bit drunk which was unlike him and his gait was not steady. He had gone farther than he planned to do with Margaret, they shared a kiss or two. Sharing a kiss was not Ethan's reason for being angry he was angr
AWKWARD Ethan woke up the next day feeling like shit. He had a blinding headache and felt an intense sense of loss around him. Memories of last night came flooding back and he tried to block them. He pressed a button on the wall close to his bed and within a minute, a servant walked in. "Coffee please, thick and black. Get me some aspirin too." He waved his fingers and dismissed the servant. Remembering he shared the room with Camilla, he turned to see if she was still there even though he knew it was unlikely and heaved in relief when she wasn't. His phone rang just then and he prayed it was not Margaret thankfully it was Gaius. "Hey " he murmured into the phone. "Where are you?" Gaius sounded exasperated when he spoke. "At home, in my bed precisely." Ethan pressed his temple with his index and middle finger clapped together. It felt as if he was getting blind by the sheer pain of the headache. "Won't you come to the office today?" "I don't know yet, my head hurts." Ethan m
PREGNANT Camilla was not sure why Emma asked for her, even though they had never been close, there was mutual respect between them. However, she had noticed that there had been a subtle change in Emma, in the last two months or so, she went from calm to wild then subtle. Camilla was suddenly worried, and hurried her step, when she hit Emma's door she waited a bit before knocking and was asked to come in almost immediately. "Hi." Camilla locked the door behind her and waited, this was her first time in Emma's room and even though she was invited she did not want to overstep her boundary. "You can sit over there." Emma pointed to a yellow couch. Camilla walked over to the couch and sat down, many thoughts flowed through her mind as to why she was called. She watched the young lady fidget with her hands. She looked worried and must have been crying, from how puffy her face was. "Is everything okay, Emma," Camilla asked. Emma shook her in no. "What is the problem?" Camilla asked.
Camilla looked on as Theresa and Emma cried in each other's arms. She felt sad with her own emotions, and thoughts of her mother overwhelmed her. For an instant she felt jealous, it had been long since she felt any real human touch around her, she missed her mother so terribly, she missed her hugs, her warmth, her smile, even her scent. She wanted to go back to Brazil and be with her mother. It was better than being invisible in this foreign land but she could not, her mother had forbidden her from being irrational with her decision, she could not go home because she would lose what she had worked so hard to get. Even though being with her mum was all she wanted, she knew her mother would be more heartbroken if she failed than if she never sees her again. Gathering herself together, Camilla waited for Emma and Theresa to calm down and when they finally composed themselves, Theresa reached out to Camilla and hugged her too. "Thank you," Theresa said with a smile. Camilla was confuse
STRAYINGEthan took a long gulp of his scotch, it was what he needed. Even though he was fully aware that it was his favorite mix, how she knew he liked it remained a mystery, a part of him wanted to get out to avoid further entanglement with her while another part of him wanted to be wild, have fun without a care about who gets hurt. He was still contemplating whether to flee or stay when Margaret came back into the living room wearing next to nothing.He knew his mouth hung open on seeing her, but he could not close it. He stood transfixed as she walked toward him and stopped in front of him.Margaret smiled at him "you like." She swirled allowing Ethan a better view of her body."I have to leave now," Ethan said, he gulped down the remaining drink and stood up from the chair. "I am sorry."Margaret was surprised, she held him by the hand and met his gaze. "Why." She was irked by his behavior."I…I forgot." He shook his head as if trying to recollect "I can't do this Margaret, am so
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING On the elevator ride down, Ethan reflected on everything that had happened, on one hand, was a willing Margaret that had the body of a goddess. On the other hand, was Camille, she was also beautiful, homely and his children seemed drawn to her. He had a plan, to hire a bride, get married so his mother would stop pestering him, and after five years divorce her. Well, the plan seemed to be falling apart, not only was he drawn to Camille, but he was also being faithful to her. He could not make this up and it was getting on his nerves. Cheating your spouse was wrong but he wouldn't be cheating if the bride was for hire, yet here he was leaving the flat of the most gorgeous woman he had ever met who was minutes ago begging him to screw the hell out of her, she had been so wet and so ready. He palm-butted his face in disgust. Even if he wanted to, he doubted that Margaret would be willing anymore not after he had rejected her not once, but twice. What am I goin