Chapter Thirty Seven“Hurry up, I don’t want to be late for my first class today.” Eva yelled to her roommate that she happened to have the same class with, her eyes on her wristwatch as she paced around the room restlessly. “Oh gosh…!” She mumbled within herself in a low tone. “Oh kill me now, I don’t have anything to wear!” The roommate, Liv whined from where she is at the closet, falling onto the heap of clothes to show more of her frustration.“You’re sleeping on clothes and you are telling me that?” Eva asked with sarcasm stalking closer to her, she looked through the clothes fishing out a blue jeans and a pink crop top plus a jacket. “There, put this on and stop wasting my Time!” She dragged her up throwing the clothes on her pouted face. “Are you going to tonight’s party?” Liv asked, while she changed into the clothes given to her by Eva.“Hell no, I have to study, do my homework, work on this-““Bitch you’re going and that’s final!” Liv deadpanned, walking past her as she gr
Chapter Thirty EightMissy stared stunned in silence, her head nod slowly going sideways with her jaws dropping in disbelief. If she heard correctly, the psychotic man in front of her just confessed to his feelings that must be psychotic also. “No no no no, you don’t love me. You can’t love me, you’re just crazy.” Missy tried to make a genuine point out of his confession, but nothing was coming up. She stepped further away from him, seeing him in a different light. Light that doesn’t bright up the room, rather shrunk it deeper into darkness. Tyler scoffed from where he stood, looking away from her resting his hand on his waist, his other hand pushing through his hair. “I’m crazy.” The words fell out of his lips in a sarcastic manner. “You know all this was because I actually love you.” He said, his index lifting up and pointing at Missy with his gaze focusing back on her. “You don’t. You’re not capable of loving, and what you put me through. You don’t do that to people you love,
Chapter Thirty Nine “I think it’s a common one, I masturbated over you Missy.” His palm wailed over his face afterwards, covering it in shame as he spilled out his filthiest secret. Loud gasps veered into the background, whistling from males while they clap out dramatically, and girls just gasping. “Awww, I guess it’s common. Since you answered, it’s your turn to pick someone and continue the game with them.” Missy said to him, repulsed by his answer, but chose not to address it or express it. Damien nodded to Missy’s words, bringing down the palms covering his face as he looked around the gathering, his eyes roaming through only to landed back on Missy. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m gonna be choosing you.” He held a pleading look, as if his action were offensive. “Go on, ask away.” Missy urged, her shoulders swinging a shrug as she stared plainly at him. “Woooo-hooo!”“Go Missy!” Students from the back chanted, as if hailing Missy for her round in the game. Anna from where she
Chapter FortyA swift silence drifted the moment as he picked up his phone answering the call with his palm held out to everyone to stop them from talking.“We need to talk.” A female voice boomed through the phone’s speaker right into the ear it was placed upon. It was familiar, definitely like a voice he’s heard before, took some seconds but he recognized it soon to be Delaney’s voice. His expression turn sour immediately, as if she could see his face through the phone call. “What do you want?” His voice was the same, sour and cold to the hearing as he retorted back into the phone.“A chat, a physical one. I was suppose to have it with your daughter, but she stood me up, so it’s not really bad if I want the chat with her father instead.” She reasoned, her voice seeming to be pinching a nerve in Davis’ body as his eyes kept twitching with face scrunching up to hide his blowing cool. “You wicked psychotic bitch, you want to have a chat with me after everything you’ve done to me.” He
Chapter Forty OneHe might be a different man, but he wasn’t lying. He truly almost died for her, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her back when they were together. If she had request him to murder the president, he would do so in a heartbeat so long as it pleases her. “Fine. You want to make a murderer to prove my love for you, cool. I will do it, give me the knife?” She stretched out her palm, questing for the weapon. Marco grinned, tickled by the response. It’s nice to see that he wasn’t doting on a soul sucker like he thought he’d been all this while. Perhaps the romance was mutual. He handed her the knife, crossing his arms over his chest with his gaze gesturing for Gina to go do the deed. Gina stared at the knife, heaving a deep sigh before stalking away from Marco in cautious steady steps. She approached Dren on the floor, pure fear marred on his face. Eyes twinkling with anxiousness as he looked into Gina’s face. He tried wriggling out of the men’s hold, but his
Chapter Forty TwoSylvie stirred awake, her consciousness unfurling in a sudden instant. She groaned in a muffled tone as she sat up, a painful sensation instantly gripping her head. Warm breeze hit her skin, bringing her to the notice of her nakedness as she glanced around for further inspection, beside her was her boss. Mikel Addams, asleep peacefully and also naked. “Oh shit!” She gasped, pulling a palm down to cover her mouth as she tried piecing the scene together. Sylvie sat up, resting her back against the headboard as she tried to remember how she ended up in bed naked with her boss. Her brain tugged with heaviness, her thoughts conjuring yesterday’s events blurry and hazy. The only part clear was the part she caught her boyfriend cheating on her. One question lingered over her mind, ‘Did I fuck my boss?’ The answer was obvious and could be considered rhetorical. A deep loud groan caught her attention, glancing to her side she witnessed as Mikel yawned into consciousnes
Chapter Forty Three Daisy Williams, a woman in her mid twenties rushed to the silver colored Audi parked in front of an apartment. Her outfit seeming corporate and professional, her facial sparking up suspicions with the bruises and cuts laid on top the soft skin layer of her face.The small trimmed remote in her palm beeped the car she was approaching unlocked as she slid in before inserting the key and making a twist that brought the car’s engine to life. Daisy dropped the files held in her arm on the car seat beside her, moving her hands towards the drawer provided just in front of the seat.She dragged it open bringing out different makeup kits, relaxing herself she brought down a private mirror at the car roof as she began applying different things from the makeup on her face, masking away the bruises visibly invented on her face. With all done her car made a new sound before reversing and driving out of it spot and straight into the road. Daisy is a married woman tied t
Chapter Forty Four “Lena!!!! Get your lazy ass down here this minute!” I heard my mom’s voice yelled in a high pitched tone from downstairs; all in the name of I’m late. I said nothing in reply than roll my eyes against my reflecting self in the mirror; I know she can’t see me so I’m freely allowed to do that. I took one more look on myself before going out of my room finally, sauntering downstairs to where they were all waiting for me; my sweet family of four, a family where I was the strange one. “Morning mom, morning dad.” I greeted the both of them, taking a seat beside my younger brother; Mason. I ruffled his hair before poking his nose, muttering why he hasn’t greeted me yet. “Young lady we need to talk about your all the time Lateness.” A crazy person I always calls my best friend spoke up from nowhere, putting obvious emphasis on the Lateness word, her voice light and still the same.“What are you doing here? We agreed to meet by that…..” I said with my lips pressed toget