Macdonald took out a dollar note and some coins from his pocket and poured on Jamole.“Spend it on good cloths, poverty-stricken, and don’t forget to shave those dirty beards.”Tyres screeching away and heavy cloud of dust hanging in the air, McDonald and his band of security drove away, leaving Jamole in pains and head buried in shame.***Susan was startled by the noisy arrival of Jamole into the villa. Through the window she could see the canopy of anger that stood on his face and she could tell someone had pissed him off.Each door was left slamming as he walked past them and securities and servants that greeted and bowed to Jamole were given the cold shoulders. McDonald had rattled his cage and it was his nature to transfer aggression.Even his anger had doubled, coupled with his inability to find buyers for the acres of land at the Acrid Forest and Hinterlane.“You are welcome, sweetie,” Susan greeted softly, raised a questionable brow and steered her wheelchair to his side.Jamo
One thing that Stella didn’t know about Roger James was that he was ambitious and nothing could stop him from his quest for power and wealth, not even the thighs of all the ladies in Antipolo.For the first time in their relationship, Stella was sleeping alone.While she stayed up all night brooding over Roger’s sudden change of character, Roger stayed up all night brooding over wooing Susan so that he could be the heir.At dawn Roger had a quick wash and got ready for work. He just drank a black coffee and that was enough. When he heard the sound of shuffling walker, he perceived it was Stella and she was coming to invite him to the dining.The door creaked and Stella’s makeover face peered through the door.“Good morning sweetie. Oh you are ready for work.” she walked in, looking stylish and elegant in her ash mini gown which she intentionally wore to appease the only man in her life.“As you can see,” Roger replied, not interested in locking gaze with her or appreciating her beauty.
Tonight Stella stiffened her body, fought back moan and was swallowed in heavy thought while Roger had her in bed.Struggling with breath, sweating profusely and done having her, Roger stole a glance at her gloomy face and wondered why she didn’t engage in the sex.Taking the duvet off his body to go into the shower he sounded, “Perhaps you didn’t enjoy it. I thought I was a hard rider.”She jerked away, “A thousand rounds will not save me from this thought. Go and have a wash if you want to. We need to discuss.”He shrugged, wiped his sweat with a towel. “Well I didn’t fall into a flood of poop. I just had my girlfriend.”He coiled back into the bed, stretched beside her and added, “Talk to me sweetie. What thought do you speak of?”Stella snorted, caught his chin and smoothed his mustache, “What did you call me? Your girlfriend? How old are you? I guess in your thirties. I am 25 years already. We are not getting any younger. How old was Jamole when he married me? He was 25.”He left
Jade led Jamole who was blindfolded into his new terraced detached duplex.“Eyes open,” Jade took off the blindfold, “Welcome to my new home.” He waved around all smiles. “This is the latest blessing in my life.”Pretentiously Jamole gaped at Jade, gagged his mouth and began to comb his stares around the spacious sitting room.“Oh my laughing doll! This is incredible! Jade! Are you telling me that someone rented this apartment for you and your mother? Oh my Jupiter!”Jade’s mouth curved into a smile. “You can say that again. You see, Jamole when all hope seemed to be lost, a breakthrough knocked around. Raca thought we could be in the rain and lose our properties but God said no. Instead of being homeless today we have a mansion over our heads …”Jamole couldn’t stop touching the sofa, and electrical gadgets that decorated the sitting room. “I am really elated renting you this house, Jade. You deserve more than this,” he said in his mind as he admired the luxury in the ravishing house.
From the moment Jamole got a phone call from Swan Pablo he had no rest and would make himself available at the villa as soon as possible to know what the problem was.“What could be the problem now? I hope all is fine with him,” he thought as he made home.Once he arrived on his scooter, the security bowed to him and one of them reminded him, “Boss would want to see you in brief. He awaits you in the penthouse.”“I am aware. Right away,” Jamole replied and his stare combed around for any strange car at the parking lot.Since there was no visitor around, he kept wondering why Swan earnestly wanted to see him. He got on the elevator which would lift him to the pent house and he was still overshadowed with thought. Strange calls as this could pile tension in him.He hadn’t gotten such bizarre call from his father-in-law before.“What could be the problem? Has tragedy struck? I hope not. I don’t want to lose my father-in-law now,” he thought and argued if Swan was struck down by his sickne
Jamole sniffed repeatedly and wiped his teary eyes with the back of his palms before he gently slid his hand into his pocket and brought out a sizeable wallet.Soberness and sorrow hung over him.He might have lost everything in his life but not the photo of his parents; this was certainly one memory he wasn’t going to keep from his heart, most especially during his hard timesHe smoothed their pictures as he sobbed and recalled nice memories. There was really no better memory than the fact that they had died poor and he had inherited their poverty.The prime of his life he was enjoying right now was what he would never toil with. And deep down his guts he knew this was the only opportunity he had to be rich and avenge his enemies or never.“I got six months ….six months to prove my audacity…” he sniffed, his gaze settling on the picture as if he were speaking to them. I never knew this day would come, a day I would be handpicked from nothing to something, “ he tossed his head in confi
“Roger is into me now. He is madly in love with me,” Susan said, staring cheerfully at Jamole as he squeezed into his jumpsuit to get ready for work.Jamole paused, whipped his gaze around and replied, “Really? I wanted to ask you how far you both have gone in dating. I hope he is responding? What has he been up to lately?” he askedSusan smiled at him, wondering why Jamole would want Roger to date her; this was strange. If he wanted to punish Roger and Stella for stealing funds, he should have arrested them and not this way. She wished she could read Jamole’s mind to know what he was up to.She raised her phone and flipped to tons of love messages Roger had been sending to her. “The regional manager is not just into me. He wants my hand in marriage. He has denied his relationship with Stella and it is obvious he might likely break her heart soonest. Roger is really mad over me.”Jamole paused tying his shoe lace. “Are you kidding me?” he gazed upon Susan with rare flinty eyes that she
“Where the hell did he go now? I don’t know what my man is up to anymore,” Stella stamped her feet irritatingly on the floor as she nagged and paced up and down her office, feeling restless and peeping out the window each time.A call came on her phone and she reluctantly reached to it only to see it was Vivian Thompson.“Hey babe,” Stella said coldly, her voice diminishing and losing enthusiasm as faded wind. “What’s up with you Vivian? I am not just fine. Roger is driving me naught. I am gradually losing it.” She whined.From the other side Vivian asked, “What did he do? I have been expecting news about your marriage proposal. Why the delay? What is taking him so long?”A tear leaked through her eyes and she forcefully sniffed back tears.” I am in a deep mess Vivian . I don’t understand Roger anymore. At home he doesn’t give me…”A familiar knock came on the door and interrupted her. She sucked a deep breath once her perception told her it was Jamole. She dragged a brow when the knoc