**David**I was drinking and smoking with my dad as we talked about some random stuff that has been happening in the organization. I have already narrated to my dad how Benson's grandfather showed up and shielded his grandson from me.I told him everything going on including how Benson was tryna snatch my woman from me. He was pissed and even promised to confront his grandfather to stay away from Benson and I's dispute.Gulping down the last drop of wine in my glass cup , I refill it before facing my dad again,"did you kidnap May's kids?""May's kids? Um...you mean your girlfriend's babies?" He asked a hint of confusion plastered on his face. He didn't do it. Knowing that, I should have dropped the talk but I didn't,"yeah." I replied nodding my head."No. I didn't. Why would I ?" "If you did father, you have to tell me. I really want to know who took them.""I did no such thing. I can't adopt your girlfriend's baby, why would I do such a thing?""Maybe because they aren't my kids, an
**May**I woke up , blinking my eyes severally to see clearly my environment. When I got accustomed to the bright light shining in the room, It was only then did I realize that I was in the hospital.I sighed, closing my eyes as I tried to recall why I was there in the first place. It wasn't long before everything came rushing back . How David shot Benson but I took the bullet in his place.Sighing again, my hand unconsciously went into my stomach as I massage it trying to see if I could feel a movement. I felt none.I won't be surprised if I miscarried since the bullet hits directly in my stomach. My eyes brew immediately with tears when I remember that my kids had an accident and were also kidnapped.I remember David admitting that he staged their accident but he didn't say anything about what they were about or what happened to them at the hospital.I swallowed and blinked a few times, the tears drying up as if a dryer was inserted in them to suck in all the liquid trying to fall.
The melodious voice of Celine Dion woke me up. I look and see that it is coming from my phone kept on the nightstand beside my bed. That melodious voice of Celine is making me wish for sweet, romantic love like that fictional book of pride and prejudice, and I find myself already in love with the caller.Well, not until I glance at the screen.I hissed before checking the time.” 11:49” It says.I made a mental note to change the ringing tune of that particular number to something else. Maybe a song that says; you are a monster, I hate you, die or if possible, rot in hell. Only if there are songs like that. But no matter what, I am definitely changing that tune to a sorrowful song so whenever it calls I will be reminded of how much pain he brings to my life.As I try to swipe the answer icon, it stops and a message pops in. “ In thirty minutes.”I became angry. My happy mood turns sour immediately.Seeing the message, I already know who it's from and what it entails. I don't need a
“Follow me.” He orders immediately he gets where I am standing before he walks briskly to the door while I run after him.He climbs down the stairs and opens the door that leads to the back, and I follow suit.There, he leads me to the part of the compound where the pool is located. The snow as well as the winter breeze blow repeatedly on my naked skin.I am beginning to shiver vigorously as the cold air blows over and over again on my body, but the monster careless as he continues to walk until he is standing face to face with the pool.Now I am pale and whitish.I stand beside him shifting from one foot to the other to lessen the cold pervading directly into my feet since I am barefoot and not wearing anything either slippers or shoes ..... I am standing directly on top of the snow which fills the compound floor now.Likewise, I watch him pull out his neck chain and throw it into the pool to fill with ice. The waters of the pool are all filled up already with blocks of snow which h
Immediately I get to the company about to walk in, I stare down at my feet, not daring to look up. For the past four days, I have always stared down each time I am walking into the company. I won't look up or at anyone …. My shoulders slump.I am too ashamed to be coming to the company. If I have my way, I will quit a long time ago, but I cannot do that, not when he won't allow me to.I have gotten into numerous scandals that all the excitement and pride I felt the first day I came to this company vanished into thin air. All I feel now is disgust.First, I was arrested with three grievous allegations levelled against me. Conspiracy, of attempted murder and embezzlement.Heaven knows I did not do any of those. I am being accused wrongly. But who do I tell? How do I make them believe me? And besides, who could possibly believe me over him. They will probably think he will not stand so low, but if only they know he can stand lower than that.As I continued to walk in, someone greeted
.... I look up to stare at my savior, probably to thank him or her for catching me before I could hit the floor, To my greatest surprise, it is him. I could not believe my eyes. How is that possible that the same man who pushed me saved me? I am beyond shocked. His hand held firmly to my waist then his other hand tilted my face squeezing harshly on my jaw, as he stare right into my eyes. His red eyes look fixedly into my Amber eyes. There was a blaze of fire in it as if a furnace was litted while His mouth was squeezed and his face held a wave of visible anger. "What did you say to me?" He asked flatly still squeezing my jaw. It was painful and so I let out an agonizing moan since I couldn't scream. His hand on my jaw was tightly held muffing the sound of my voice."Please." I voice out looking at him with my tear full eyes sighing and moaning in pain. I was trying my possible best not to cry. Not to let those pending tears out. "You don't talk to me
........He begins to move, slapping his skin repeatedly on mine fiercely without restraint. He bump in and out of my body carelessly as he dammed fit.And again, as before, his skin slaps over and over again on mine. It wasn't gentle. It was hard and fierce.His palms were firmly planted on my waist.He pulled out his right hand and snaked it to my breast, squeezing harshly. His rough palm molded my breast squeezing and pinching at the same time dragging my nipples.I moan in pain, chewing on my lips to muffle my voice.I heard him grunt before he smack my butt and then pull out, taking off his penis from my butt hole.I exhaled, feeling a bit relieved to be free but not for long before he Flip me around making my back lie on the mattress.He inserted it into me.The one thing different from before was that he did not put his dick inside my anus this time rather it was my v***na.It doesn't make it less painful though, It does hurt like hell. I tried to move, but it felt as if my bo
.......Now, escaping from his room is one thing and heading back home - back to my condominium is another different thing entirely.I managed to crawl out of his room but how do I get to my house. Do I need to crawl too?I limp down the stairs making sure I am safely hidden in case he comes down he won't see me.I begin to dress up with my clothes which I grabbed while leaving his room.After I was done, I sat on the bare floor contemplating what next to do.A part of me told me to sneak to one of the rooms and sleep in but a greater part of me warns against it and I agree with it kicking against the thought.It might sound pleasant and seems like the best thing to do at the moment but I know quite well it isn't.If he find out I stayed behind after he asked me to go, that would be another problem to deal with.I still sat on the floor resting my aching body a bit, possibly hoping to gather up a little energy which would carry me back home.I was barely seated for five minutes when