Zina’s POV:“You really know how to ruin a surprise.” I said dryly to Kathy who this time around screamed but opened the door widely for me to step in. Sandra was already on her feet when I stepped in. She had tears in her eyes.“Babe, if that make up isn’t waterproof don’t even think about it. I am here to walk you down that aisle to your happily ever after, think you can hold it all in till we are done?” I said to her and opened my arms to give her the hug we both needed. The tears now flow, I was grateful Neil forced me to come. I would not have traded this feeling for anything.We held on to each other until the other girls joined us in our hug. We saw some flashing lights and looked to see the wedding photographer.“I’m sorry, I could not help it. This was too precious to pass up. Wait, I just got an idea. We will do this outside, don’t worry we won’t mess anything up.” The photographer said in a rush but I was not paying any attention to her. I was fixated on my best friend who
Zina. Fuck. My dress was short. I knew. I clambered into the club with my friends around me. My hair was slicked with gel, reducing my bushy hair to beautiful, brunette, wavy hair. I tried to smile, but I couldn’t. My heart was empty, my soul was withered. Maybe withered was an extreme word for it, but the bottom line was: I was unhappy.Wallowing myself into music brought out a small shade of happiness in me. The music beamed from the speakers, echoing into my heart, and sending water to my soul. The colored, disco light wasn’t helping matters. I couldn’t even see where I was.I took a seat far away from the dancing floor–at a cold booth, where I waited to cool off. The air here was static and stank from sweaty bodies. I would have laid in my bed and cried. That would have been better.“Come on, Zina, let’s go dance.” My friends tried to pull me from my chair to the dance floor. I didn’t want to dance. There was nothing to dance about. My boyfriend cheated on me with anothe
Neil.I silently woke up from this bed that I was pretty sure wasn't mine. After looking around, I concluded that this wasn’t my room. The memories from yesterday’s night flashed in the girl from the club, her drinks, me taking her house, sex. That was cool.I took one more look at her face. Seeing her in the light, she was really beautiful. She had brunette hair that was all ragged from yesterday, her nose was well-sculptured. Her lips were pursed in cupid. As she slept, I could hear her sweet, satisfying breathing. She slept like an angel and her hands were intertwined with mine. Slowly, I loosened myself from her and jumped out of her springy bed.I picked my trousers that lay on the floor and wore them in haste. It was better if she didn’t wake up seeing me. That was a beautiful mistake, and as sad as it was, I didn’t want it to happen to us. For her own sake.As I put on my shoes and my jacket, I took one last look at her sleepy face. I want to feel her tongue on mine, even if it
Zina.I wish I could go back to yesterday night. I wish I could turn back the hands of the clock, then I wouldn’t have drank that strong drink, and I wouldn’t have had the courage to fuck my soon-to-be boss, because everything presently looked awkward.As the receptionist of Neil Incorporated shoved me inside the office, I didn’t think for a second that the man I pulled to my bed was the owner of a big, established company. I probably would have noticed him if I weren’t drunk, I mean, his faces were in magazines like Timeless and Vogue> America's hottest billionaires. I might just melt.The CV I held with my handbag nearly fell off from the shock. It took a whole deal of willpower to stop myself from falling, too.I closed the door of the office and stood, waiting for his message or directions. From people, I heard he was strict and formal with whatever he did. I wondered how I was courageous to talk to him like that. My knees were weak at this moment.What a small world.His deadly s
I dabbed my eyelashes one last time. It was naturally long so I just wore a mascara that'd put it in place. I was about to apply my lipstick when my phone rang. This jolted me and sent the lipstick the wrong way. I picked up my phone. A message from Bella. Great. "The girls are wondering when you'll be going to work. Fill us in on the first day at work with your hot boss." I smiled and typed back: "Sure I will." It was still like a shock to me when Margaret, Mr. Honduras' secretary got back to me saying I got the job. Maybe Mr. Honduras liked those who dared him. I was ready for that. Earlier today, I had set my alarm and tousled in my bed all through the night. I woke up every minute, expecting the crack of dawn. I'd feel it in my head that it was morning already and I was late. I'd run to the window to check if it was dawn already, but every time I checked, the night was as dark as coal. Up until now. My shoes were piled up in a corner, waiting to be worn. I despised my sh
"Claudie?" I yelled her name from the balcony while my eyes were fixed on the stars. "Almost done." Her words came out forced, maybe she was trying on a dress. Claudie had been inside for the past hour, having nothing to wear when she had over three closets of clothes. "Are you sure?" I raised the cuffs of my tuxedo to check the time on my Rolex watch. Rich men wore Rolex watches to prove their affluence. I also do, but I checked the time with it, too. "Yes, I am. Just trying to fit in this dress." "Should I come to help you?" "No. I got this." Claudie didn't like when I was in the room with her while she tried on cloth. She liked when she surprised me, throwing me off in her wonderful attire. That was Claudie. I looked back at the stars and watched how they perfected the stars. Zina was perfect for the job I gave her. She was detailed and worked with all her might. To please me or for the money, I did not know. But I liked what she did. "Neil," Claudie touched me from beh
Monday mornings were the worst. I woke up with bird nest hair and rushing to work would break me. Today, like for the past two weeks, I didn't worry about what shoes I'd put on. My shoe rack was filled with lots of shoes and I couldn't even get a space to hang some. All thanks to Mr. Honduras. I got to the office in twenty minutes and Mr. Honduras, as usual, was seated in his chair, waiting for my arrival. I gave Margaret a wide grin and dashed into Mr. Honduras' office. His face was paler than usual and he didn't reply to my greeting. "Coffee, Mr. Honduras?" "Yes. Black as always." I hurried down to the coffee machine and filled up the cup with a thick, black latte. Mr. Honduras slipped once that he loved my coffee and how I made them. Till now, I didn't know how good my coffee was because I made them as good as I could. A black liquid and a spoonful of sugar. I carried the mug and the saucer down to his table. "Your coffee." I placed it on the table and turned away to print
"What the fuck is going on here, Neil?" I repeated. It was still a shock to me that my boyfriend, soon to be my fiance, was having sex with someone else. I walked down to the sofa of the unholy act and I saw the secretary, trying to get herself together. From the first day I knew that he had gotten a secretary, I knew something was going on between them. I remembered the shoes. "Claudie, we agreed that you wouldn't interrupt my workspace." Neil had the effrontery to say. "Fuck you, Neil. You didn't want me here so that you can fuck your beautiful secretary, isn't it?" I was hurt deep down, but I didn't let his escapades with his secretary get to me. My face is set hard, all my being wishing the woman under his hand was dead. "What do you have to say for yourself?" she turned to Neil. He raked his hair with his hands. "It was a mistake, Claudie. Don't you understand? I'm sorry." There was a knock. Neil answered. "Not now, Margaret." And the knock died down. "Is this how you