Ciara stayed up all night wondering about her affair with Oliver. She had mixed feelings about Oliver breaking her heart in the craziest of ways- one final break up that would spike her soul. The cute face of Brian struck in her head and she quickly reached for her phone, logged into her Facebook account and surfed through to Brian’s profile.“Hmmm,” she hummed as Brian’s smiling face came on her phone.Will he ever bury the hatchet and accept me back?Maybe I was too quick to judge this angel.She thought and sniffled as she saw more of his pictures. She got to a particular picture of Brian posing with pregnant Ciara at grandma’s farm and she raised a brow.Who is this girl? Is this his wife or baby mama?Is he married in Miami? Huge love hangs in their eyes. I need not be told they are in love.She argued within herself and lost her appetite for dinner- she glared at her dinner which was covered in a tray by the corner and she sighed, took it to the waste can and trashed it. At th

Ken had been at the balcony smoking and feeding his eyes with the splendor of the night. Few minutes ago he was with Mrs. Fanny in the bedroom and about giving her a kiss an interrupting call came on her phone and it was Mr. Fanny calling from jail – quietly, Ken had excused her and appeared at the balcony. He had been thinking about his affair with Mrs. Fanny and he knew what they felt for each other was real. But to what end? There was always guilt that hung in his heart whenever Mr. Fanny was mentioned; and he confirmed within himself he was a betrayal and a cheat. But why must it be with Mrs. Fanny of all his female clients; he had thought. He had never felt a thing for his female clients, ones more dashing and richer than Mrs. Fanny. Sometimes he wished Mrs. Fanny was single, because he had gotten so much into her that they would be no end to his feelings; he was used to her personality, her bodily features and morality. And he looked forward to better things yielding from their

Grandma, Ciara and a few laborers were all tears when Brian drove into the compound and rushed into the ball room. He scarcely could ask anyone what the problem was because everyone was sober and all tears. He stood gaping, confused about his next line of action. Thought of Mr. Biscuit struck in his head and he made to its room, combing around for it.“Mr. Biscuit! Mr. Biscuit!” he chanted as he left its room to search in his room. The moment he opened the door, on the floor was a figure covered with a sheet. His hands convulsed massively as he squatted to unveil the figure. And when he did the lifeless body of Mr. Biscuit flashed before his eyes. The pet died the moment it stopped falling early hours in the morning. Brian stroked its fluffy hairs and felt how cold they were now. The smart dog had died with its pink tongue stuck out; it lay helplessly on the floor with all its limbs falling to the left side and a lump of blood had caked under its lower mandible. “No!!” Brian wailed

Ciara was well seated at the police station opposite detective Ben and an illuminating lantern shone across their faces as she was interrogated. She had been lying about the call she put to the police and she just had to keep lying otherwise Oliver would be implicated. Earlier she was highly infuriated to put an end to all about Oliver; she was hell-bent on snitching on Oliver with the police over his notorious cocaine peddling. Inwardly she had come to the end of the tunnel with Oliver and the best way she chose to do away with Oliver was snitching on him. She had picked up her phone, stared sternly at the 911 she just dialed, and when a voice picked it on the other end, she declined the call. She struggled within herself to keep her trembling hand to a firm hold. Her hand suddenly started shaking as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Her heart had increased its pressure and speed; it was not fear neither was it timidity; it was a greater force than obsession and posse

Oliver pulled over the scarcely lit tunnel and ear-splitting hooting of the horn came from his car, calling on the attention of the Mexican blonde standing by the corner; as soon as the blonde noticed him he started prancing to him and finally hopped into the car.Oliver greeted, “Hi what’s up.”The blonde shook his head, staring around the expensive interior of the car. “This is a new one. Congratulations, boy, your drugs and sex tape business is paying off.”“You can say that again, “Oliver beamed, “When folks like you keep patronizing me, the whole world will come bowing to me.”The blonde chuckled, dug his hand into his bag and pulled out two wads of dollars which he slapped into his palms.Oliver’s lips curved in smile. “Which of my products do you want?” he inquired.“Any sex tape?” the blonde demanded.“Yes I got a new one, well edited at the best studio in town,” he construed.“Heh, I need it unedited this time. The faces of both partners must be seen so as to attract huge vie