Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way. Storm: I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can't do anything right but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don't want her but I can't stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist at all costs. I have to.
View MoreBRANDYDid I do anything productive during the weekend? Nope. Did I get rest? Nope. It was one movie after another all day and night long. I could do with more rest but I was ready to kick ass Monday morning.. I even put effort on wearing more makeup and did something other than a ponytail with my hair. Well, when it came to clothes I gave up after an hour of coordinating. It was a good thing Storm had his own driver because he could not stand me taking a whole hour finding an outfit for the day. A new week and nothing had changed. Somehow I got more stern faces and the disbelief inched on every face I came across. What did I do? I closed my office door, it clean and fresh. It was a bit sunny so I opened the windows, letting the sounds of the city greet me. A knock sent me jumping, eyes wide as I turned to the unexpected sound.“Come in.” The click of the heels and wow, legs, such gorgeous legs so early in the morning. I felt like a creep, shaking the thought from my head.
STORMA devil. A sly wicked devil. My eyes narrowed at Amar who drove us home. Our eyes met at the review mirror and he quickly looked away. I could see that smirk on his face, he found this funny. The cars were all filled with groceries, be sure my wife bought everything the store could offer. And the world would have to drown in hell before I ate anything Brandy cooked. I was sure her only experience in the kitchen was washing dishes. There was no way she was cooking anything I would eat. My head snapped to find her head having fallen on my shoulder. In her hand she clenched the fast food paper bags. I shook my head, not even sure how I felt. I should have been fuming. She made me late then pulled me from negotiating a very important deal for the Gambino cartel. That woman. She could just walk in the mist of deadly men and drag me out. I doubt she knew who I stood with, I doubt she even cared. I threw my arm around her shoulders to steady her. She turned, snuggling into my s
It was security I never realized I craved. The curve of my fingers on his shirt. His warmth sifted through the hospital sweats I had been gifted. It was his scent flowing through my nostrils and somehow I could feel it’s effect down to my toes. I picked it apart ingredient by ingredient as if I were suddenly an expert on scents. It was the feel of his muscles just fabrics away. It was always romantic when a guy carried a woman in the movies and I had always scoffed because I was convinced no man would carry me. Storm held me to him even in the car. I lay on him fighting the clouds of fatigue with exhaustion wilting me away. It was just after midnight, the day finally gone with a new one upon us. The date would be marked in my journal because of how eventful it was. I held on as if he was my life line. I won’t lie, for me it was magical breathing his scent in, held like a baby by my husband. “You want to get food?” Food was the very reason we were in the predicament we wer
Silence. I was not sure if it was awkward. Footfalls echoed in our little room, the curtain hiding us away from the rest of the floor. My husband pushed up, his arms on his chest before they lowered and he began pacing again. Never mind that I had three plastic hard wires just hanging from my belly. Never mind the fact that I was only in my underwear, my breast wrapped in a bandeau top they had made for me from bandages. Beside that I was peachy, real peachy. The curtain flew open. “Miss Madroi, sorry for the delay, your doctor is a few minutes away. I will be the assisting nurse.” The woman said, wearing pink scrubs. She wrote on my chart then walked out to push in what I would was an ultrasound and set it up. I was just happy that after thirty minutes of being there, they were finally going to pull out the freaking wires and I could go die in my bed. Surely I had lost interest in speaking, needing to be done for the night. Most calls went unanswered by my husband and th
My whole centre burned intensely.“Uhm…” I tried to think of an answer but all my brain could do was concentrate on the pain. It hit like a wrecking ball.I shook my head trying to clear my head with no luck.Eyes stared still, waiting.“Are you okay sweety?”All I could do was nod my head and force a smile.My posture bent a little, thinking that would ease the pain but nope.Just a few more hours, I told myself. The conversation continued without me then I felt something else snap and shit I couldn’t take it anymore.I turned so fas
My husband and I were making memories, just not the ones you would think.I was as straight as a board.Walking, well, it was just the strut of the legs like a Barbie doll forced to catwalk.The shoes which I had bought at the very same shop were never meant to be worn in my belief.So much pain at the point I couldn’t even pinpoint where the poison was. My husband had marched away three minutes ago to the car. I had slowly walked after him thinking I would die.I could not even bend my neck. At that point I was moving by God’s grace.Each breath taken brought immense pain. The push and fall of my chest stirred something in my stomach which was surely cur
“It’s fifteen minutes to nine!”It was the only greeting I would get. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead from running and panicking.I threw my bags everywhere, throwing my shoes off and pulling clothing as I went.I shut the bathroom door.My hands were shaking as I moved as fast as I could.It felt as if I had eight hands as I took the shortest shower I ever would in my whole life.I had planned to soak and shave but who was I kidding. I sneaked in a two minutes shave of my legs and armpits.“ Come on woman!”I jumped out, if not in my di
I didn’t even want to hear the word floating through the grapevines.What had I been thinking?Why had I even called for him? Why?Every hour of the night I burned in shame.I kept playing the scene over and over again and hell, it didn’t get better which was why I locked myself in my office.It was why I never went to the house even though I had planned to.My mind was nowhere but that reception hall. It was one of my worst moments ever.I didn’t even dare sleep, just working away with the hope that since it was Friday I could go home for the day. Surely my husband wouldn&rsq
The work I had would give a bull an overload. I had spent two full days buying online with no care for the time nor money. A week later I had a five metre standing desk. Walking around it took some energy. On it was a custom fifty seven inch ultrawide monitor. My office iPad was before me, my keyboard down. The extra adjoined space was turned to a planning and meeting room. It had a smart table that blew even my mind. You could write and draw on it, not just one person but multiple people could draw a design together on the table! The chairs were the best since many hours would be spent in the office and the walls were covered by screens which were responsive to touch meaning we could write, draw, basically do anything we can do on the iPads. I had turned my office into a tech’s heaven. The IT guys couldn’t stop marveling, Naomi even screamed and jumped around as we set up everything. A coach sat opposite my office desk, a cute bookshelf next to it and a few plants here and th
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