UGO I may have sounded like some jealous, wounded Bitch yesterday, but I seriously don't give a fuck. It was best to stomp my foot on certain things I don't like now, rather than later. Anything I don't stop now would linger on and it might be hard to put a stop to it later. My thoughts drifted to the shock on Hollis's face last night. He seemed confused, sexually frustrated and hot as hell. I was hot for him too, my pulse was literally throbbing all through the night. With a man like Hollis sleeping beside me, bare chested why wouldn't it. I guess that was why Elsa refused to let him be. I was married to a gorgeous man who derived joy in showing me off. That was what yesterday was all about, showing his wife off. And I loved the idea of it. It made me feel like I own him as much as he owns me. We were married, and our marriage isn't even a secret. Elsa knows, a lot of people know. So, why won't she just let Hollis be. Or did he tell her? Did he tell her that we were only temp
"What do you mean?" He leaned on the dining table."You hurt my father. Your approach to things was terrible. There would have been better ways to sort these things out. But the way you went about it...""I didn't do anything." Hollis insisted."You didn't set my father up?" I asked, biting off the bitter sound of that. What did he mean by he didn't do anything, hearing him say that made me feel insulted. "You mean to say you didn't....""What should I have done then? I wanted to see him, to speak to him..... He didn't come for the wedding and it made you sad." He let out in frustration."He's not going to listen nor give you an audience just like that. Maybe you should let me go with you some other time. We're a couple now, aren't we?" I watched him shift a bit, a proof that he wasn't too comfortable with my proposal, yet he wouldn't rule it out. "What do you plan for fun today?"I shrugged. "I'll reach out to some old friends today. Speak to my colleagues at work, my annual leave w
Hollis opened the door and stood in the pouring rain. I scooted over to the driver’s side, catching a glimpse of Rocco's reflection as I adjusted the rearview mirror. He was terrified, so was I. Even though Hollis coached me through, the car kept jerking forward, and stalling. And everytime it comes to a jolting stop, Rocco's head would slam into the seat in front of him. After a lengthy while, I was able to make the car move more than a few inches at a time, and before long, we were coasting along the muddied road. The car did corner curves effortlessly. It was almost a refreshing experience for me. Even though I noticed Rocco's knuckles going white with the tight grip he had on the door handle. But Hollis on the other hand, looked on proudly, enjoying the ride. But soon, it all went very wrong. I came to a deceivingly deep puddle and got to a curve faster than I should. I turned the wheel, but nothing happened. I braked hard, the car swerved. Hollis looked ahead, a hand on the d
HOLLISWhoever brought up the idea of carving that awful looking image of Einstein must either be so dumb or extremely stupid because they made a whole mess of the image and also made it so obvious that the faux wall really had to be a door. Bloody hand raised, I waited for Rocco to hand me a reloaded gun. The cold feel of a semi-automatic grazed my fingers and I smiled."There's nobody inside Boss. Aside from the few securities we've already taken care of, the house is clean." Rocco, my right hand man reported, but I smiled knowing that my suspicion might be true then.I simply shifted my gaze to him. Today was just the fucking day I've been looking forward to. A good day to teach Velcro and his stupid brother some hard lessons and knock some senses into them while at it, if they survive anyway."Nero, stay out here with the rest of the men and be alert. I'll notify you if we need more men." Nero nodded and dished out inaudible orders to the rest of the men with his fingers while I
UGO I took in the orderliness of the little room that had always served as my safe space for the longest time. All my childhood memories were still intact, almost as I had left them. My mother had taken it upon herself to preserve all the good memories, making sure not to alter the shape of the room and the position of things as I left them. I tried recalling the last time I visited Lilycity. It's been well over two years. Fairview had found a way to draw me into its tight grasp and sapped me off all my free time. I sighed, recalling my mother's tears at the airport when she came to pick me up. I was initially skeptical that she would be the one to pick me up, but then she somehow managed to convince me with my father's support that she has recovered perfectly since her intestinal surgery. "Poor woman." I murmured regrettably. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I sat down on the only chair in my room, took in the beauty of the modest-looking room and smiled. What my room lacked in
I climbed down carefully from the grey van that picked me up from the house. I was going to see a cartel Boss. So there are quite a lot of things that could happen today. It's either I end up dead or I succeed in striking a good deal that will keep my father alive and give my family enough time to pay up the crazy-absurd debt they leveled against my Father. If the stars are in my favor, the money might even be forgiven. But in all, one of these things was going to happen today and I pray my dead body won't be drawn out of the industrial looking premises. As I stood looking around, I got a nudge behind from one of the men. "Move!" He barked at me and like a crippled roach revealed by a light from a handheld torch. I had to put both of my feet to good use. One of the men walked in front, leading the way, while two others walked behind me. "Stop." A baritone voice from a guard stationed at the gate yelled at us. "She's going to go in blindfolded." He read out a rehearsed ins
With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn’t much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn’t decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to
The next time I woke up, the sun was already setting. I was feeling better, rested, though my joints and muscles ached from the lack of movement. As for the bump on my head, it was only sensitive to touch. there was no more throbbing. My hair on the other hand was a tangled mess. My head felt naked when my hair was down. I searched my pockets and then the barren room for anything that I could use to tie it back. The only thing I found was the glass of water that had been refilled, and that I greedily gulped down. The bedroom door had been left open, and hollowed sounds from a Television could still be heard. As soon as the smell of food tickled my nose, my stomach grumbled. The last meal I had eaten was the vegetable sauce my mother made specially for me. How long ago was that? My brain was still too foggy to count back the hours or the days. The thought of my mother sent chills down my spine. I haven't heard from my parents and I knew they would be worried sick. Letting my sto