Jasmine* I wanted to respond with a powerful No immediately but surprise choked my words, and I stuttered crazily. I loved my husband so much, he was a handsome, young billionaire that cares for his wife. Every single feature of him was alluring and it was taking a greater part of me daily but hey, I can't admit to loving him because he wouldn't say the same about me, I thought. "Okay? I didn't hear you?" "Mrs. Laura, your son and I are not in love, we signed a contract that forbids us to do so, we are both keeping contract terms." "To hell with a mother fucking terms, my daughter, if you love my son grab him to yourself completely so that no one ruins your union with him. Leaving him will mean facing your cruel stepmother again, I thought it was a better way to save you." "How do you know about my stepmom?" "On a certain night, my son dreamt about a lady named Jasmine who was being maltreated by her stepmom, so, I began my search." "What?" "Yes, you two are meant for each ot
Jasmine* Lisa came to my door, she stood watching the pies on the table and left without a word. I annoyed him. I turned to the tray and shook my head before slumping into my bed. In less than thirty minutes, Lisa walked in without knocking. "Mr. Jason is nowhere to be found." She said weakly. "What?" I sat up quickly trying to overcome my headache. "What do you mean by what you have just said, Lisa?" "Oscar will have a better explanation, Mrs. Jasmine, he was the one who told me about it." She carried a sad face and walked away sobbing. I quickly reached out for my cell phone. This was going to be my first time dialing my husband's code. I tried to reach him severally all to no avail. I found Oscar seated in the living room, his face buried in his palms. "Hello Oscar, how about your boss?" "He drove himself out for the first time today, he said we should not look for him." "Why didn't you stop him?" "When I tried to stop him, he promised to fire me if I dared to follow h
Mrs. Laura* She found it difficult to spill what she had in mind. "I will say it as soon as we are home together, alone." I rolled my eyes to the front of the car where Stanley sat, steering the wheel. "Alright, but I hope it will be something positive." She nodded. Jasmine was a really beautiful young lady who deserved better. I loved her from the first day. It wouldn't be bad if she could carry my grandchild. I would love and nurture both of them together. "Mrs. Laura?" She called me after I got seated. "A drink or anything else?" "I'm good, I do not have the appetite." She had changed into a pretty gown. "About what I wanted to say, Mrs. Laura, I'm so much afraid of your son." She started. "Why is that?" "That is because I have a little fear of overly handsome men like him. I once dated someone...," She became teary, she paused and swallowed. "I don't want to love anyone anymore. I had a taste of painful heartbreak, what made it worse was engaging her right before my
Jasmine* "Mrs. Laura is here," Lisa informed me. Today, we would be visiting the police department again as advised by the sergeant. "Good morning, mother," I said to Mrs. Laura as soon as I walked into the living room. She wore a red gown over a black stiletto. "Good morning, my daughter. Are you set?" She asked with difficulty in her throat. "Yes, I am," I replied forcing the words out of my mouth weakly. I was getting sicker by the day. We drove for a few minutes before jumping out of the car with anxiety printed on our sad faces. We found the sergeant eating a burger and sipping juice from a straw. "Sorry, it's my lunchtime." He told us as he dropped the juice pack on the counter. "Good day sir, you asked that we..." He interrupted me suddenly. "Your husband is save you both should stop looking for him." The sergeant said coldly looking above our heads for fear of our faces. My eyes were teary since the day I started sleeping alone. I talk as though I have been sl
Lisa* "Mrs. Jasmine I have a plan." "Okay? What's the plan?" "Please, come with me." Mrs. Jasmine walked closely behind me. These few days I noticed how sad she had been since Mr. Jason's disappearance. She rarely ate her meals, all she could do was sit behind a statue to wail and talk to herself each passing moment. "Lisa," She called out to me. "Where are you taking me?" "I'm taking you away from the cameras." Her eyebags affected the contours of her face. Her endless tears made temporal lines over her cheeks. "Mrs. Jasmine you have the power to bring Mr. Jason back home." I started, being conscious of the fact that I was still her maid and not an equal. She faced me abruptly with interest. "How?" "You could go to the media station and confess your feelings for Mr. Jason, I believe he will be moved by that single gesture." "What? I'd rather die, I can't do that." She shrugged and shook her head. She pushed her hair behind her ears and folded her arms. "Mr. Jason will
Jasmine* "Come in Lisa," I said believing that it was Lisa. The person at the door kept knocking. "You can come in Lisa," I said yet again. "It's not Lisa." A masculine voice said in a dominating manner. I got to my feet and went to the door. That was neither Oscar's voice nor, Stanley's. Now, whose voice was that? As soon as I opened the door, my husband stood by the door with a smile. "Uh?" My mouth was open. I suddenly felt a heavy weight leaving my body, I felt alive again. It felt as though I was dreaming but I was convinced that I wasn't, as a matter of fact, I just took a nap some moments ago. He started, "You must be..." I couldn't wait for him to say what he wanted to say before pulling him into a tight hug as warm tears rolled down my face. We stayed the same way for many seconds before I released him, he smiled mildly and walked away. He didn't even wait for me to speak to him. He paused at the entrance of the living room and turned around. "We are waiting her
Jason* Everyone else walked out of the room while I remained, I was seated on a bench pressing my phone as though there was something more important in the phone at the moment. My wife sat up and leaned on a pillow. She coughed and I raised my head. "I'm very sorry, dear husband." She began, tears starting to creep down her face. "Please, come closer." She requested with a remorseful look. I hesitated. "Please," I made it to the bed and stopped beside it. "What?" She continued crying. "Why are you crying? After hugging my twin brother some hours ago?" "Oh, my God! I don't understand," She was extremely ashamed. "I. I .. thought.." She stuttered. "It was Justin who came to the house this afternoon, you were hugging him with all of your might. You love him, no wonder you have been running away from me." "I was thinking it was you, you left me alone for a long time, no concern whatsoever. I've been lonely and sad all the time. I turned into a weeping princess by the day. I mi
Jason* Though she still feared that this could be a mistake on my part, she summoned courage and began to unbutton my suits gently. When she noticed that I was not trying to stop her, she hastened with unbuttoning my suit. "Go ahead," She looked at me with a grin just as the serpent smiled seeing that Eve had eaten the fruit. She knew she had achieved her goal. She was a temptation. Since she began to live with me, I couldn't play with Oliver anymore. My watery eyes and increased heartbeat proved how aroused I was from the things she was doing to me. Her pointy nipples were still visible, I watched them through the gown on her body. Consciously, she rubbed her breasts on my body occasionally. Her skin was as tender as ripened berries, whenever I stared into her cute eyes, I felt like bringing her beneath me, banging and burrowing her tiny spot. While listening to hear her beg for mercy. "I don't want the shirt anymore, can you take it off?" She smiled and began to unbut