“To see your face of course. Do you see how beautiful you are? You are a damn gorgeous woman, sexy in fact. You know I would kill to have amazing hair like yours. Instead, all I have is this mop of dishwater hair” Amara said as she picked up a handful of her hair for emphasis. “You know your hair looked amazing. You are just saying that” Serena said in a miffed tone as she collected her ribbon back. Amara sighed then she smiled “Yes, I admit that. Moreover Bo loves it, his ash blonde hair coupled with mine seems to be what gave Tanya her platinum blond hair. I swear I can already picture how much of a fashion diva that girl will be” Serena tucked her hair beneath her ears and briefly pondered packing her hair up back into a bun “If she ended up as one, she would have gotten it from you. At least the diva part” she said cheekily. “Hey, I can be fashionable too,” Amara said in protest then she grinned as she remembered all her makeover flops in college. Serena had been the one that s
Serena laughed as she remembered how Amara used to talk to her like this when she wanted to get anything out of her. Angrov. It had been a while since anybody called her that. All she heard these days was that she was Jones now. Jones. Jones. Jones. One would have thought she never had an identity before that. She batted her friend’s hand from her face playfully “It is Serena Jones to you now, woman and you had better remember that” “Pfft. I don’t want to” Amara stuck out her tongue to her friend before she turned to face front “Anyways, even if you did not tell me, I can tell that you have not done it in a while, maybe not this month at all” she caught the expression in her friend’s eyes and turned to her sharply “I am right, ain't I? How long? One month? Two months?” Can she really tell? Does it show? Serena thought as she laughed at her friend “I am not discussing my sex life or the lack of it with you, you horny girl” Amara sighed dramatically as she shook her head at Serena “T
“You know I wouldn’t want to disrespect you or anything” Serena rolled her eyes in the vanity mirror after ensuring he couldn’t see her as she heard that sentence, he was somewhere to her right behind her and he was not looking straight at the mirror. She wondered briefly how she had gotten used to the fact that every single insult he doled out to her these days started with that sentence, he seemed to be taking his time as she was sure he was checking her out before he delivered whatever the special was for this evening. “But you look like a tart” “Well,” she thought “That was a new one,” she thought. She doubted if he had ever called her a promiscuous woman before, maybe something close but not directly like that. She held on tightly to the hurt that lanced through her and turned to face him with a smile. Her smile slipped when she saw the derisive look he had on his face. No, she would come out of this unscathed. He wouldn’t rattle her confidence. Hadn’t she given herself a pep ta
She left him behind. And took the car. “I know you are not about to go to that party without me” Mathew had said as he stood close to the doorway as Serena, face perfectly made up with a heavier hand on the makeup this time around walked towards him. She grinned as she stood close to him, and rolled her eyes at him. I just did that she thought as she wondered what came over her. Well, she was not about to analyse that now. For today at least she was going to enjoy this A****n woman spirit that seemed to have overtaken her body “Sweetheart, watch me” she said simply and passed beside him. He made a grab for her but he did not connect as she raised her hand at the exact time. Purely coincidental. “What has come over you?” He asked again “Are you supposed to leave the house when I am angry with you? You hit me on the head too and now I have a splitting headache. You are supposed to stay and take care of me as a…” “Good wife, yeah? I know. Dear husband of mine, as of today; I am on va
Sip and See are celebrations done in honour of newborn babies after birth and one would have expected that the child deserved to be celebrated in her own home at least but as usual, the Matriarch of the Jones family had her way when she suggested to her family that it would be better if the celebration was done at her place. “Seeing as I have a bigger yard compared to that small thing you children have at the back of your house. It would only be sensible that you do it here. That is if your wife would allow it. What does an old woman like me know anyway” she had said before she added that the decision was all up to them. They moved the Sip and See to her house. It was their idea, of course. Serena geared herself up for what she was about to face as she spotted her mother-in-law’s drive. It was a garden party and she knew there would be people all around the house. She just hoped she would have been able to adjust herself to the apparent stare she was bound to get from people when sh
She couldn’t go home. Serena knew she would probably do something she would regret later if she went home directly with the way her blood was boiling. Beneath the anger was trepidation about what would happen to her marriage as a result of her brash attitude but she ignored it and hold on to the anger. That felt better than the blame and guilt she knew she would feel if she focused on what she had done. “Who knew I could be so rude to anyone? Almost couldn’t understand me anymore” she thought as she neared the intersection that lead to her home. A home where Mathew would be seething as he waited for her to come and apologize for all her wrongdoings. She wouldn’t do it and that could only lead to more fights. She was sure that Eugenia would have called her son to give him well-edited highlights of what had happened at the party she never got to attend. Well, she was not about to fight. She didn’t want to. Nor would she be apologizing. She looked at the intersection she was supposed
“What was that?” Serena thought as her eyes caught on something by the roadside. Well, not exactly at the road but she had seen it. Just right there by the brush. She had decidedly kept her mind free of any errant thought and jerked when she saw the fleeting movement. She almost convinced herself that it was a squirrel but she knew that the flash she had seen was bigger than any squirrel she had ever seen. When she looked around, she realised that she had come farther than she intended. This part of the city was not where she was familiar. “Keep going, girl” her subconscious whispered to her as she braked and reversed the car. She ignored the impertinent voice and parked. She couldn’t see much of anything now but she was sure she had seen something. She was mostly a homebody and don’t go out much, so the area she was in looked a bit strange to her. She knew it couldn’t be that far from familiar terrain though. She couldn’t have driven that far yet could she? Serena crossed to th
Kincaid was sure if there was true hell anywhere; it couldn’t be more torturous than this. Getting shot. On the verge of collapsing. Being prodded by a gorgeous woman with flying hair that looked oddly familiar. Holes in him that hurt like a sonofabitch. Yes, he was sure he could smell the brimstone already. He held on tight to consciousness that seemed intent on slipping from his grip. He couldn’t black out. If he was thinking right, he wouldn’t have made himself vulnerable by unveiling his hiding spot when he grabbed her ankles. A saner Kincaid would know that he had no way of overpowering his opponents if they had been the ones that came for him. Not when he was so weak that he could barely lift his limbs. But he had been weak and the loss of blood seemed to have affected his thinking as well. Not only had he grabbed the intruder’s ankles. In his rage at his powerlessness and the person approaching; he tackled the person to deliver a blow that would knock the person out. Yeah,