The fear of flights.Statistics show that the fear of flights is probably one of the most common phobias that humans have.Okay, I don’t know if any statistics show that, but what I do know is that I wouldn’t doubt it for a second if I found out that it was true, because I hated flying just as much as I thought every normal person should. I mean, how can you put me in a cylindrical container, suspended several thousand feet above the ground and expect me to act as everything was normal. Deep down, I believed that every one who flew planes was low key afraid but they were either too dumb, or too proud to show it. As for me, I was neither, and apologetically so.“You’re shaking.” Russell commented from beside me, placing his massive hands over mine reassuringly.“I’m not.” I lied, and he simply laughed at my denial.The plane had taken off from Russell’s private port a few minutes ago, and I wonder why I thought that simply because the plane was privately owned, it would be less scary
I could tell that Russell was pleasantly shocked at my sudden change of heart, but i could also tell that he was not willing to question it. If anything, he was rather relieved, because not only had he almost lost his position because of my stubborness, he had also almost lost it to somone who would tear the company down and ruin it to nothing without even batting an eye, and that was even worse. I felt a little bad that i had put him through so much shit only to come around and accept the very offer which i had been acting so stubborn about. Still, after considering all the variables, this was the only solution i had. I knew Timothy from church. I mean how could i not? My mum had been trying to set us up for years and i had shut down her attempts every single time. Now don't get me wrong, he wasn't a bad person, he was simply too much like my parents for me to consider him a life partner. They shared the same views and opinions about the world and that was probably why they want
I awoke with a start,i was momentarily startled by the awareness that a presence other than mine was in the same bed as me. His long muscular arms were draped heavily against my middle as he slept, and as i listened to the soft inhale and exhale of his breathing, i realized he was sleeping so peacefully, i didn't want to disturb him with any sudden movement.It didn't help though that i really, really wanted to pee so i kept squurming, trying to get comfortable until i just couldn't take it anymore.I shifted as carefully as i could in a bid to get out of bed without waking him but that turned out to be a very bad idea because not only did i end up waking him from his peaceful slumber, i also ended up face to face with his muscular, naked torso, and there he was wordlessly staring down at me with sleepy, hooded eyes.I had never been so embarassed in all ny life, except for that time back at the office, but even that time felt so long ago and right now, I simply wished the ground wo
Chapter 18{I think?}The last time I had been home, I had been attending the funeral of my aunt Layla.Cancer, they said.And although she had been sick for a while, and we knew that her death was imminent, it wasn’t any less painful when it happened.In fact it broke my heart much more than I could ever have imagined because she was such a sweet soul, she didn’t deserve to suffer like that.Like my mother, her only sister, she also loved to drill me about finding love and eventually getting married, but while mum’s reasons had been religious, hers were simply out of pure concern that I might end up like her. Sick and alone.Now here I was, about a year later, showing up with a fiance just like she had always wanted, and I couldn’t help but think that if she was here, she would have been so proud, provided of course that she didn’t know the details of my so called marriage. Still, I would have loved to give her that satisfaction because heaven knows I loved the woman.“Are you ready f
“You know it’s nothing personal right?” I asked Russell as soon as we were up the stairs and away from the prying eyes and ears of my parents.“Isn’t it?””He replied solemnly.“No, it’s not I promise. Dad just has his principles.” He looked like he did not believe me but I kept going anyway because I needed him to understand that it was less about him as a person and more about what my parents stood for. “Mum also has her principles. She just really wished you were someone else.”“She already had a candidate for son in law, huh?” There was humor in his voice. “I hate that I had to go and ruin her plans.”“Trust me, I would never have married Timothy whether or not you were in the picture.”“Well, that’s relief. I’d feel bad if you had to spend the rest of your life with a man named Timothy.”“What do you mean? Timothy is a really nice name.” I argued, shoving him playfully.“For a pastor maybe.”“He’s actually aspiring to become one.” I confessed.“What? A pastor?”“A Bishop actually
I'm going to head out to the gym." I declared suddenly, standing up from my seat at the table, and the reason for this was less because i actually wanted to work out and more because i was in desperate need of an excuse to escape my own home. What started as a normal, carefree morning had now become an array of awkwardness and tension and i was not going to stick around and wait for the roof to come crashing down on us before i made my escape.Ever since Timothy walked through the front doors this morning with the so called "flowers" he brought for my mum, everything had become so weird, it was a pain to endure.Before introductions had even been concluded, Timothy and Russell had immediately began glaring daggers at each other, each man probably suspecting who the other was and their suspicions probably didn't seat right with each other. More accurately, Timothy was glaring daggers while Russell was simply returning the favor, which was great for them and all, i mean it wasn't as tho
Two years.Two fucking years, that’s how much time I wasted on that asshole Charlie, and the fact that I didn’t figure him out sooner makes me feel so stupid.To me, he was the perfect package, a man sent directly from God with a heart of gold.Little did I know that he was just a fantastic actor, because how else can you explain the fact that I never even suspected him? Not once, and not because I didn’t have reasons to, but I just trusted him too much, and that was my first mistake.Our entire relationship had been a lie.All the promises, the whispers we shared in the dark, the undying love he said he had for me, the dreams about our future, all blatant lies.It was his birthday last Tuesday and after proposing to me two weeks before that, I thought that there was no better way to celebrate his special day than to give him some wonderful news, news that we were expecting a baby. I thought that it was the perfect birthday present but apparently, he had other ideas.I had only just f
I couldn’t sleep.I was having a literal panic attack in the hours leading up to the interview because if I didn’t get this job, I didn’t know when next I was going to get a similar opportunity. It was a miracle that I even got an interview in the first place, and I just knew that I could not mess this up. I couldn’t afford to. Not with my rent being due in a few weeks, and a baby on the way.It wasn’t just about me anymore, and the meager salary I was earning at the laundry shop wasn’t going to cut it. This had to work, there was no other way around it.Still, I decided not to let my anxiety get the better of me. Instead, I put on my big girl pants and dressed up in my most presentable outfit. I took one last glance at my reflection in the mirror, and subconsciously, I found my hand going up to my belly, caressing it and feeling for any signs of life. It hadn’t started to swell yet, but I knew a little human was growing in there and I just couldn’t get used to that.I booked an uber