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
Jason* I opened the door and and walked through the dimly lit corridor. It was evening and the sun was disappearing gradually. I felt like I was the luckiest man on earth to have a beauty-endowed lady at home. My lonely days would soon come to an end. After I got into my room, I discovered that I had left my suit behind. This night, I would love to be with my wife in the auditorium, spending some moments together will help strengthen us. By tomorrow, I would be going to work. I could imagine the piles of files waiting on top of my table. Also, Justin was home, he would be bringing the lady who he approves of to the company for a job interview. Turning to my right, Oliver stood sadly. I could imagine tears on her face and her mouth uttering heartbreaking statements. But all of those were mere imaginations, she was just a sex toy but my wife was a wonderful creature. I went to open the door to the person who was knocking. It was Jasmine, she was barely dressed, just a littl
Jason* After I was dressed for work, I met my wife still cradled in her bedclothes. "I will miss you" "I will miss you too, Dear husband." "Can you get me a sweeter pet name?" "Sure, I can. I will let you know about it when you are back from work." I smiled before walking out to meet Stanley who was already waiting in my car. Oscar opened the door and held it that way until I got in. Stanley greeted me while Oscar talked about how much they missed me. "I can see," I looked at them. "Maintain a low speed, I'm not in a hurry after a holiday." I said to Stanley who turned and smiled at me. "You both are acting weird is there something I should know?" "We are happy to serve you again, sir," Oscar said without turning behind him. I shook my head. We were silent throughout the ride. The gate was opened and we drove in. I saw Austin leading four girls into the theater for a shoot followed by a new guy. He was a tall and well-tattooed guy around his early twenties. He was the
Jason* "Sona!" She appeared at once. "Call me Ariella." The door opened, first, the body of the huge frame proceeded its carrier, and second, Maria walked behind her daughter. "Only Ariella please," I said looking at Maria. Maria went through the door quietly. "I have seen your gift, Ariella, I want to ask, why are you presenting this to me, are we celebrating something I am not aware of?" She shook her head and remained silent for a while. "Since you are so much a lover of art, I thought it will please you to see something like this, Mr. Jason." She finally said. "I'm very pleased with your gift, Ariella. Thank you for this, you may leave now." She refused to leave, she began to fumble with her buttons. "Sir, we do not have enough males in our group to take care of our sexual needs." She spilled courageously. "I beg your pardon?" "I personally need a man who will do a better job on me since the others seem to be jokers." "Ariella," I started, "In the first place, this