Brian cuddled the baby who had been crying for a time too long now. Ciara was busy making his food in the kitchen. Suddenly the baby quietened and started sleeping once Brian stood up and paced around the room. He had been frequenting her house since the child birth and helping her out in the parenting duties. Although he wasn’t happy grandma was lying helpless in the hospital, he fancied the fact that she wasn’t around to stop him from visiting Ciara, better still she wasn’t around the day he helped Ciara put to bed.When Ciara came with the food she smiled at her baby who was in Brian’s arms, sleeping innocently and effortlessly. She dropped the food on the table, collected the baby from Brian and about to lay him in his bed, he shook his legs and started off with a dull cry.“Shhh,“ she tried to nurse him yet it was useless; he had increased even the more, throwing his arms and legs this way and that way. And she was forced to return the baby to Brian. In a matter of seconds the b
In few minutes they were back from recess as everyone converged for the judgment. Ciara stared around and noticed Oliver was nowhere around. She combed around the court but to no avail. She wondered what could have made him to disappear so soon. Everyone stood as the judge walked and had his seat. He peered at the audience through his glasses and before casting a stern look at Mr. Fanny who was restless and sweating profusely on his face an d glaring at his family. The whole place suddenly became quiet as the judge set to declare the judgment“The suite number 203 which has the plaintiff in possession of 56 kg of cocaine is one that should sound as an eye-opener first to the plaintiff and second to everyone under the sound of my voice. Having listened to his plea of not being guilty despite his history of drugs peddling which could be
Ciara rolled her eyes at Oliver and held back her moan as he pounded into her vagina, and squeezed her nipples, before he shook powerfully and emptied his sperm in her. He squeezed her nipples and pulled out his penis from her vagina. Gradually he removed the condom and tossed it to a corner. Ciara watched as he stood up and walked to the visitors’ room to attend to his cronies who have been waiting for him to be done with her. She stood up and peeped as he brought out a bag full of money and shared among them before they shook hands and parted. Oliver returned to her in the bed and kissed her sizeable pale buttocks, squeezed and locked eyes with her. He saw the unrest and anger hanging on her face and he asked,“Why are you looking walked up?”“You came for my father’s hearing and suddenly disappeared. Why did you do that?”“The money in that bag is the reason I did that?” he watched her raised a brow, “Yes, I got money calls. I had to answer my boss. You don’t expect me to stay
Brian had been staring at Ciara feed the baby with cereals and not breast milk, and he had come to realize her reason for denying the baby breast milk; some time earlier after the delivery of the baby Ciara had cried over her flabby breasts.She was dead scared of losing her firm breasts due to breast feeding. She had told Brian about her plan to regain the beauty of her breasts after her other children milked it to dryness.But Brian took all of that for lies; she was doing all of that for the man she was seeing- the man he saw pounding into her vagina in the horse pen on the night of grandma’s party. Upon seeing them that very night the urge of keeping the baby aside and engaging the man in a fist fight was not missing – but he had recalled his encounter with Brian over Ciara and also argued if actually he was in love with Ciara – yes. He had looked himself severally in the mirror and locked eyes with the image to confirm he was in love with Ciara. For nothing would inspire him to c
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
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.“You are more than shopping to me,” Meyer whispered, staring aro
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
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,” she obliged, smiling hugely.“But I cam