ZEE PUSHED HERSELF away from the wall and realized that she was confused about where to stay and comfort herself. Back at home, it would have been her bed but here, she was not sure.
She looked at the imposing bed. It still was the only natural place that could provide her some comfort. She hurried over to it and made herself comfortable, pulling up the sheets to cover her body.
She could hear faint movements in the hallway. She knew that they were cleaning up. Michael was on the phone. He was telling someone to cut off Nice’s finger and send it to Ezekiel in a package marked Recipe.
Zee was trembling beneath the sheets. She shut her ears with her hands to try and distance herself from the unwanted sounds filtering through the hallway but it didn’t work.
MICHAEL FINISHED DRYING them off. Then he had them both covering themselves in fresh dry towels. She wrapped hers around her middle while he wrapped his around his waist, leaving his sinewy chest exposed. He took her hand in his and led her into the bedroom until they were standing right before the bed. “I bought you a wedding night present. It’s what I desired to see on you before I claim you but we both know how things didn’t go as planned. Yet, it seems like I’ll still get to see you in it.” He walked over to the closet attached to the dressing table and retrieved a box wrapped in silver leaf paper. Then he handed it over to her. “I’ll step into the dressing room for a few moments to give you some privacy.” He said, looking down at her. Sometimes, Zee still felt intimidated by his tall, handsome, and fit physique. “Thanks.” She mumbled. “Don’t mention. It’s my pleasure.” He let his eyes scan her from head to toe, the raw desire in his eyes evident
ZEE WOKE UP to Michael’s absence the following morning. She was feeling rested and tired at the same time. It had been an exhausting but pleasurable wedding night. Michael had made love to her a couple of times during the night after their first time on the bed and once, towards the morning hours. Afterward, he had received a call, which he took at the end of the room, speaking in muffled tones. In anger, he had dressed up in a fresh casual outfit. She had pretended to be fast asleep as he approached the bed. He had simply placed a kiss on her forehead, which had been gentle, considering his furious mood. Then he had left the bedroom. Sitting up on the bed now, she reached for his shirt and wore it. She could not help but wonder if he had gone out to kill someone. She scooted herself over
ALTHOUGH HER CHEEK was still hurting from the slap Michael had given her, Zee wiped the tears from her face and proceeded with performing her morning ablutions. In the dressing room, she dressed up in a sleeveless flowered dress and stood before the mirror, holding her hair in a single braid. She could see the faint crimson of her cheek where he had slapped her. She loosened the braid and let her hair down to hide it. Afterward, she ventured downstairs. Zee could not find any of the guards at the foot of the stairs but a door was open around there that revealed a large room with computers and other technical gadgets as well as Michael’s men manning the computers. By the open door was another closed door. She had not noticed both doors before. A few more steps took her to the large living room.
KAWOOD STATE WAS serene and less bustling than San Jonas was. It boasted of historical architecture, mountains, hills, recreational parks, and lakes. It seemed like it would be perfect for vacation. As Glory drove past the State’s Art Gallery, Zee’s eyes lingered on the colorful graffiti gracing a part of the wall. Her focus was not on the abstract art of squares and sundry shapes. Her focus was on the scrolling advert on the digital signpost stationed there, which had gotten her attention.NOW HIRINGit announced.VISIT OUR WEBSITE OR US FOR DETAILS. The information uplifted her mood a bit. At least she had a place to begin her job search. She hoped that she would somehow get a chance to visit the place and find out if there would be
MARCUS PULLED THE Range Rover through the well-guarded gates of one of the mansions inside the estate. Michael and Zee occupied the backseat of the car, with Zee seated quietly beside him. She cast her gaze on her wristwatch. The time was 7:05 pm. She could not wait for the impending dinner to be over. At the same time, she did not want it over, anytime soon, because she still had to face punishment for changing her dress color. “Welcome to my parent’s house,” Michael said to her. “Thanks.” She murmured. He ignored her tone. Her fear over his latest threat was not lost to him. Besides, this welcome dinner was not an event she was looking forward to. Their marriage was a scam, after all. But it worked for him. A FEW MINUTES LATER Michael and Zee stood before the massive door of the house, which was opened by a couple of guards, pulling it open from either side. Michael’s family stood just inside, as
SHE WAS AWARE of everyone’s eyes falling on Michael. Without any words, it was clear that they were expecting him to handle the situation. It seemed like a silent statement was floating in the air – your wife, your responsibility. His demeanor seemed to agree with theirs –my wife, my responsibility. Perhaps, that was how it worked in the family. Michael laid his fork down on his plate, the connecting utensils of steel and ceramic, creating quite a harsh clang that sliced through the silence in the air. Zee would have jumped in fright if she wasn’t currently trying to make a point. Hence, even though her heart was pounding at his rising temper, her goal remained paramount before her eyes. “Get out of my sight.” She said to the maid. “Maam…”
FEW MINUTES LATEROutside, darkness had taken over the sky. Zee was squatted down on the back seat of the car, with Michael, driving. The guards followed behind them in another vehicle.Michael had decided to drive, in order to help calm his temper. Another reason was to help save Zee the embarrassment of sitting how she currently was, with Marcus, present.Zee folded her arms across her chest as she glared at him. Her face was still red, her eyes, still shiny and damp.“Thanks for…for humiliating me before your family.” She said sourly.“Thanks for being a brat before them.” He said matter of factly.“I hate you.” She spat.“Keep talking that way. You’ll get round two, soon enough.”Feeling a wave of helplessness rush over her, she broke into small whimpers.“I don’t want to hear your voice.” He hissed, silencing her.HOU
“Seriously?” Lilly asked, her eyes rounded with unbelief. “You can’t even boil an egg?” Zee watched the woman rest her hands, which had balled into fists, on her ample waist as she stood by the big pricey looking gas cooker in the spacious kitchen. Standing in a pair of boxers and t-shirt, before Lilly with a book and pen, Zee rolled her eyes, her expression, indifferent. “Look, you asked for all I know concerning kitchen work. I told you I barely know anything. There is no need to make a mountain out of a molehill.” Lilly ignored her rant. “Can you boil an egg or not?” “Maybe,” Zee answered. “I tried boiling it once and the egg refused to come out smooth when I peeled it. The egg came out all mangled and chopped.” “Hmm. It’s okay. Mr. Ray tells me that a nanny practically did everything for you.” “Uh-huh. Look, can we skip the chitchat and get to the damn lesson for today?” Lilly sighed. She would learn to ignore the g