When Herald got the invite from Brett, he knew all wasn’t good. Unfortunately, Brett wasn’t dumb. Brett knew who he suspected, and was fond of getting into the matter of things. Herald couldn’t relax in his home. His eyes kept moving to his phone hoping for feedback concerning his flight. “Sorry, all flights have been closed due to the weather,” one of the agents informed him. Gerald frowned. “So you're telling me that I can’t get an emergency flight or what?!” He sounded harsh. His house girl gazed at him from the dining table she cleaned. She’s never seen him so angry before. In fact, his sudden outburst was rare. Herald was a cheerful dude. He was never angry… like ever. Herald’s phone rang again. It was Brett trying to remind him to visit. Gerald shivered. “It’s not my damn fault,” he quivered. “Do not blame me for this…please.” The house girl stared at him again. This time, he was mumbling words to himself and that was absurd. “Sir, are you fine?” She asked. “You are trembl
Herald made up his mind to lead Brett. He wasn’t sure what sort of fool Brett was, or why Brett would trust him. But it wasn’t his own business anymore. He would throw Brett off and he would do it in such a way that the guy would never notice. He accepts the gun from Brett's hands trying to maintain an innocent stare. “I will help you,” he said with a sincere gaze. “That’s very good,” Brett laughed. “I knew I could trust you. I had no clue who else I could call. You are the only one that came to my mind, unfortunately.”Herald let out a weak chuckle. Brett focused on one of his helpers and ordered her to get Herald some wine. “Would you like some wine?” Brett asked with a smirk. “Sure, why not,” Herald eyes brightened due to the thought of wine. “This is a moment to celebrate! We are gonna work together!” Brett smiled and got him the wine. Brett took the glass of wine from him and they both had a toast. As he gulped down his whole cup, Brett felt reluctant to drink his.“I can’t
Naya Aurora arrived home with blood streaming down her legs. She could barely walk and she knew that she smelled like semen. Who the hell had she had sex with the previous night? Luckily, her aunt hadn’t paid attention to her at all, so she snuck into the bathroom to take her shower and clear the disgusting liquid on her. What the hell happened the previous night? Who was this man that had the audacity to touch her like that? No matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn’t. It was just too hard. Everything was freaking hard. It was very difficult to tell if she was raped or she willingly slept with this man? The last thing she remembered was seeing a man with good hair and long eye lashes sleeping beside her that morning, but that was it. She couldn’t remember anything else. She felt tears running down on her cheeks as she leaned against the wall. That wasn’t a life she planned for herself, she could swear. She stepped out of the shower and changed into a casual outfit. She
Brett Hazard woke up to a banging headache. He gazed around him and was shocked to find himself stuck in a hotel he knew nothing about. He groaned and sat up. How much had he partied the previous night? He knew he spent a long time clubbing with his friends, but he never knew he clubbed that much to the extent he had to book a room for himself. “O! Goodness! Lovelyn will be very mad!” He said to himself at the thought of his wife. This deeply hurt him a lot. “She must’ve been so worried for me.”He got out of bed and grabbed hold of his trousers. As he was about to put it on, he caught sight of a blood stain on his bed. This made his stomach tightened since he couldn't remember anything that happened the previous night. He caught sight of a long strand of hair on the pillow and gasped realizing what was going on. Had he slept with someone? Who the hell did he sleep with? What would he tell his wife? His phone rang causing him to flinch. He immediately picked it up and adjusted his
Brett couldn't sleep as he rolled on the bed thinking of all the pain Lovelyn had been through. He couldn't bear seeing her in so much pain. They had made two attempts! Two attempts for surrogates but none was working. Luckily, he was able to talk her to sleep that night and calm her frisky mind, but how long could he do that? How long could he endure seeing this pain in her eyes? His mother was already on his neck. She had begun to send him pictures of ladies asking him to choose which one he liked. "We gave you one job, Doctor Doris!” Brett scolded Doctor Doris as he barged into her office, forcefully opening her door. The creaking sound of the door alerted her immediately, and she instantly stood up."Calm down," she tried to calm him.“No! You should be the one to calm down and listen to me! You do not seem to understand the pain my family goes through every time because of your false hopes! My marriage is about to be pulled apart! My wife cries every night before sleeping! What
FLASHBACKBrett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was. He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face. He wished he had known the young lady he deflowered. How old was she? Had she willingly given herself to him or did he force herself on her? He could remember her sobs and some words that mumbled from her lips. But he couldn't remember any of them.He wished he could remember whom he cheated on his wife with. ***Brett Hazard was confused about why Naya Aurora refused
FLASHBACK Naya got down from the cab in her mini black dress and nicely packed her. It was another amazing weekend to spend her evening on a few drinks and some new friends she might probably make. Club G was known for its loud songs and expensive guests, so as soon as she walked in, she knew she had arrived. She smiled at strangers and took her favorite shot of champagne. A few minutes into the party, she noticed some girls acting strangely and dancing seductively on the dance floor. Naya found that absurd and giggled at the embarrassment. She sipped her drink. “Your gown looks so nice,” a lady in a designer dress told her, as she sat before her. “I swear, when I saw you from a distance I knew that you were a damsel. I knew there was definitely something special about you.”Naya smiled with a grateful look. “Thank you,” she said with a polite tone. “I didn’t know I dressed that well.” “Baby girl, you did,” the lady got comfortable so quickly. “My name is Amelia.” She stretched he
Brett laid on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Since his thoughts were calm and his body was relaxed, the memories he sought slipped in slowly. That night, he attended the club to drink with his friend. While they joked and experimented on the sparkling wine with everyone over hyped, one of them pointed out to a lady in black dress who was sitting at the bar counter. “I can bet 1000 dollars that you won’t get that lady to lie with you,” the dare came. At that point, his senses weren’t working anymore, and he’d forgotten he was married. In fact, they had forgotten he was married too because they saw his wedding ring as an accessory and took it out of his finger. “Go! Go! Go!” They chanted as they slipped the ring into his trouser pocket. Brett nodded and went to meet this gorgeous figure. Her back was turned towards him, and she was speaking to a regular customer whom he knew. “Amelia, let me steal your guest for a moment,” he suggested. Amelia agreed and walked away, blow