Sia stayed up all night wondering about her affair with Brian. She had mixed feelings about Brian 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 Sia 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 sUpon catching sight of her mother, Sia ran in the whistling wind and hugged her mother. The hug seemed to be eternal as Mrs. Fanny pecked her on the chin, and they swirled to behold the fire fighters splash water on the fire which made huge crackling and popping noise.“Did any harm come on you?” Ken asked.And Sia got noticed of him, “No,” Sia whispered, flinching slightly as the fire roared at one of the fire fighters who kept splashing water fervently into the flame.“How did it happen?” Mrs. Fanny asked.Sia was fast asleep, unaware of the evil that lurked; she left her ghetto blaster on and blazing sonorously in her studio. The master minder had initiated the fire in the kitchen, few inches from the gas pipe. After so long a flame the fume choked her and woke her up. As she made to the sitting room, to behold the cloud of tar smoke and fire snapping through, she reached for her phone, confusedly and fidgety. The roaring fire fazed her so ba
Meyer had been stocking on Brian; for the past few weeks, she had been following him and studying every of his moves, trying to seize the right opportunity to discuss with him. Aside the fact that she was in love with Brian and Brian rejecting her admiration, she would love to reveal one secret to Brian. “I have to tell him this secret. I can’t keep it anymore,” she had reaffirmed severally within herself.She knew the secret would shock Brian and possibly rattle his cage but she had to reveal it; she had seen that Brian was a nice fellow and not who they thought he was.-Brian was on a shopping spree with his dog, Mr. Biscuit when Meyer walked into the grocery store and stood on his way,“Hi,” she greeted and gave a warm look at him. She patted Mr. Biscuit on its fluffy hair.“I know you didn’t come for shopping,” replied Brian drifting to the aisle for dog food and picking four cans of dog protein for Mr. Biscuit.<
Sia panted at once, scratching the back of Brian with her fingers and feeling his vibrating body for a few seconds before he paused.Clenched onto her shoulders, pulled out his wet penis from her pink vagina and ejaculated on her thighs. He stroked his penis until the very last drop of semen poured on her thighs.And he fell by her side, rolling his eyes and breathing hard.They breathed hard randomly, staring at each other as hush silence hung over them. Brian pecked her on the brow and they stared into the ceiling, catching up with their breath.“You are always suckling, a true blessing to my dick,” Brian mumbled and sat up, reached to a cigar on the table and lit.Sia’s jaw dropped in amazement as she cupped her breasts with her hands and stared at Brian’s penis dangling as he paced up and down the room, looking out through the window and smoking. Memory of the written note she saw the other day struck in her head and she sno
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
Sia reached home when Mr. and Mrs. Coleman were having dinner. They were happy to welcome her under their roof. Mrs. Coleman hurriedly fixed a quick oat meal and milk for Sia after she rejected the pasta they made for dinner.“You don’t look bright,” Mrs. Coleman muttered.And Sia forced a smile and shrugged in disagreement.“Yes, she is not supposed to look bright,” Mr. Coleman added, “I stopped by your fire-gutted house yesterday and it inspired me to doubt that anyone had survived it. It was horrible to think that the fire was a few inches away from the gas pipe.” He held a dreadful look, staring into Sia’s face.Sia squeezed and pouted her lips at the thought of the quarrel she just had with Brian than what they were saying.“Your mother told me everything,” Mrs. Coleman said and placed the plate of oatmeal before her and poured liquid milk into it. “And when I saw the wreck your house has turned into I wept. The perpetrator
Brian was well seated in the sofa, calm, and collected within himself as he waited for Meyer to fetch him some hot coffee. He had wanted them to meet at a cafe but upon her request he had visited her home.She occupied a spacious two bedroom detached bungalow with double bath, a garden, and a mini pool at the back. The house was simply decorated with sizeable frames of family pictures scattered across the wall. In all of the frames Brian had identified Meyer; she still had her oval face with skinny figure. He perceived she still lived with her parents; although he had been curious to know if actually she owned the house.Brian stared at the clock on the wall and saw that the coffee she went to fetch had lingered , not until he heard a shrieking noise of oil over the fire and Meyer standing at the door putting on a sizeable apron that he knew she was preparing lunch.“I am sorry for keeping you waiting. I want you to have a taste of my food,” s
The chirping of birds and twilight at dawn were much in the chilly morning of the next day. A buzzing call came on Brian’s phone and he flinched from sleep as one that woke from dream, rubbed his eyes and gazed around himself to see he was naked under the duvet “Oh my God!” he exclaimed as he peered under the duvet to behold his penis lying between his testis. “What the hell happened to me?” he cried, shutting his eyes from beholding yet further. He stared at his side and saw his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, boxers, a female lingerie and bra lying on the floor carelessly and his heart skipped as one falling from the mountain top.” What did I do? Oh my world. What did I do? Oh my world! No, no, no, Brian,” he cried, punching into the foam and his eyes rolled in search of Meyer. Another buzzing call came on his phone and he reached to it, and saw that grandma had been calling since the previous night. “Oh, damn!” he cried, “What came over me?” He shook his head and crawled out of the
Grandma, Sia 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