Grandma, Brian and Ciara were seated to a mouth-watering dish at the dining table. Ciara had informed grandma about her resignation from the farm because of her wedding which was due to take place in two days, and upon Brian’s advice grandma had hosted a dinner to bid her farewell.They ate quietly and Ciara was forced to commend the cook that prepared the food.“This is sumptuous,” she muttered, yet masticating with a rare appetite. “Who prepared this?” she paused to ask.Grandma stole a glance at Brian and her wrinkled jaw dragged in delightsome smile.Brian stared at her before a huge smile possessed his oval face as he continued munching his meal.“Your Brian did,” grandma replied, opening her mouth to the peppery barbecue that was approaching it.“I thought as much. Brian; the magical finger behind the pot. He is the best thing that has ever happened to the girl folk,” Ciara eulogized Brian and admired the dimples that sank in Brian’s cheeks the moment smiles curled up at the cor
Ciara was well seated on the last row at the back of the commercial bus. The day at school went busy and draining as usual and she couldn’t wait to question Oliver for going home without her. He had promised not to see her ply the commercial bus; that it was too demeaning and embarrassing for the girl of a rich boy. Although she always had fun exploring commercial buses, she rarely held discussions with other students who most often than not misunderstood remarks with jocular intention.She had experienced the most memorable and most intriguing moments with other students in a commercial bus; the other day two students whom she assumed to be lovers had a quiet quickie just a few inches from her spot; and at the other time a boy, a cute albino Mexican had written a love note and tossed to her. When she unfolded the note, she beheld the roughly scribbled message; Are you searching? Please marry me. She had laughed uncontrollably as other passengers glared at her unable to fathom the
Ciara was highly infuriated at the sight of her nudity which was making the round at school. Upon beholding the video, her mind went straight to Oliver. Obviously she had no other boyfriend than he and what crazed her so much were the scoff, gossip, and mockery of her that hung across the school.When she got to her terminal, amidst gnashing teeth, she boarded a VIP taxi to Oliver’s home. She was going to teach him the lesson of his life. He would have to explain to the nude video- there was a mystery and she was out-and-out to know the mystery.She was sobbing now. The taxi driver caught hold of her drawn wry face in the mirror in front.“Hi, hope all is well?” the driver asked and when his answerer gave him the cold shoulder he said, “Did your boyfriend break your heart. Is a pity, take care OK.”As for Ciara’s sobbing there was no stopping her, she had her face in her soft palms and wailed on. She wanted to understand Oliver’s reason for mistreating her. The effervescent of disgust
Ciara curled up at the corner of the wall in her room, her face looking all red and nose and eyes dripping of tears and her body suffered from her pounding heart. As she wailed her whole body trembled and shook like a tennis ball on a vibrating table. Overnight, the leaked nude video of herself had ridiculed her and put her name on the lips of every student, and haters. Walking freely in public became an issue that dazed her body with itches. Free living wasn’t a thing for her anymore, so she absconded from school and turned up to be a loner, so as to avert the attention of scoffers.On social media her name was an anthem, and the video went viral with barely three million views accumulatively. With clenched teeth, she read the gross comments of viewers and endeared the curses and scoffery of enraged viewers that flooded her official page- a page she created few months ago to canvass for her fashion business in the near future. Now she had lost her business to lust. She was losing e
In a jiffy the door creaked open and the prison warden pranced into the visitors’ waiting room with Mr. Fanny; it was then Mrs. Fanny raised up her gaze which had been downwards all along.His hair wasn’t a clean cut any more, dread locks filled his scalp, with jaw carpeted with grey, neatly-carved beards and mustache. The orange overall was closely fitted due to the muscles and tight skin underneath, and a tattoo of an axe was stamped on the right arm, while on the left arm Ciara was stylishly written with a shapely flower by it; he had earned this in its entirety within a short while in jail. His eyes held fire, lips paused dryly and eyes blinked once in an interval. As he sat opposite, Mrs. Fanny, his wife, he asked her a million questions with his malicious glare and sadness that hung on his brow.“You have ten minutes,” the prison warden reminded them and quickly tucked away, standing and staring at the liveliness in the prison through the window.For a minute only their offensiv
Mrs. Fanny’s vice was at the top of it all, moaning into the scarcely lit sitting room and scratching the network of veins and bones that wired his shoulders and back. At this time she was rubbing his back to encourage his doings, and at the other time she was searching for what to hold onto; whatever it be the arm of the chair or his shoulders or his head. Like vengeance, he kept slapping into her. And under his hot libido, she vibrated like a disturbed string that was tied edge to edge. All the while they made love, it had never gotten this hot; and she was thudded with suspicion of this sex being their last; the usual intention of men taking their very last straw of sex so seriously and brutal that their victim would doubt if they would ever make love again; that was what she thought. Although Ken had proven to be a powerful alpha in bed than her husband, she was not out to settle for less. A ring must graze her finger or no deal. Encouragingly the body and charms she pulled thro
Ciara stared at him from head to toes, as though she had not noticed his looks the moment she swirled around; as though there was something spectacular she hadn’t noticed on his body.“You think I can’t sleep at night without you, right? Or you expect me to come yearning for your dirty dick, eh?” Ciara said, forcing out a smile and wishing she could keep it at that pace without losing it. She had searched for such moment she would vent her anger to him.He lit his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke, “As much as I know you need me in your life. Soon your vagina will come itching and you will run to Oliver, the dick king for satisfaction then I will shut my door against you. The table will soon turn, mark my words,” he blew another cloud of smoke but this time in Ciara’s face. The whirl wind came for her help and blew away the smoke which disappeared into thin air.“Now listen up nanny’s boy,” said Ciara, her face gathering flames, and the anger on her face much visible even in the
The first day of the relationship class had Ciara sharing a stunning stare across the beautiful and handsome faces that had experienced hurt at one point in their lives. Prior to that time she had thought heart break was meant for a special kind of people but with what she was seeing she had come to realize heart break was a general disease.Once she entered the class her eyes searched for vacant seats; the pews were occupied in its entirety that if one should sprinkle water across no drop of water would touch the floor. Just then her gaze caught a hand waving her over; it was the arm of a pretty girl that looked like a doll. Ciara puzzled before following her wave; when she got to the girl’s pew, she realized there was room enough to accommodate just one person; and she was that lucky person. The girl shifted and Ciara sat beside her.“Thank you,” Ciara appreciated her kind gestures. “I will have stood all through the class if not for you.”All the while Ciara spoke, the girl had a
Meyer, the nanny, and the twins made it to national park with the influx of tourists.Meyer knew of a truth the park had all that was required to be a popular destination. Being led by a park guard they took a grand tour of the park and beheld the wild animals and domesticated ones. The reserve was so beautiful that they couldn’t get enough of their sight.Suddenly Meyer forgot her problems and worries as she seemed to be carried away by the herds of lions and antelopes that flooded the park.“I wish God made me an animal like them,” said Meyer waving at a monkey that busily perched from tree to tree. And she made the twins in her arms to smile at the monkey, but they never responded.“Why did you say so?” the nanny asked, nursing the twin in her arm. The twin was wincing and might begin a heart-drenching cry soon.“They are free. We are not. They don’t think of any tax to pay, mortgage on a house to settle, children to cloth and most importantly who to fall in love with. They are as
The moment they arrived at the airport, Meyer started replaying her horrible experiences with Brian; the countless number of times she wanted him in her life; the extreme measures she took just to charm Brian to her heart;How she disguised as a simple girl without Brian knowing she was a police officer; the skirting she often did just so she could be with Brain and become his best friend and lover.When she saw an aged woman checking into the airport thought of grandma hit her in the head; the quarrel she had with grandma because of Brian. She wondered what would become of grandma now; if she was still alive or dead. If grandma was still alive she would be a perpetual enemy to the twins she thought. And grandma would never allow Brian claim fatherhood of twins he knew nothing about.But paternity test would come through for me; She thought as they drove in the taxi that led them to the hotel they would be staying all through their vacation. When she cast a caring look at the twins t
Meyer couldn’t stop moping at the twin baby boys while they slept peacefully in their cradle. Today would make it two days she put to bed of the twins, and her joy knew no bound ever since she brought the cute twins into this life; the doctor had congratulated her for the safe delivery and told her she defeated the feat of conducting a caesarian on her, because the twins were overgrown and two big to be born freely. She was glad to experience child birth. When she was very much younger her mother would tell her that child birth was like a woman having a hard stool. But today she could say it was more than that; the joy of procreation couldn’t even let her believe and confirm what her mother had told her years ago. In a short while, a young lady of Mexico origin, who was tall, and tan in complexion walked in, looking all smiles, with opened arms. She rubbed Meyer slightly on the arm.“Oh wow, congratulations,” the lady said, advancing to the cradles where the twins were. She peered
Two days later, when Ken went upstairs to meet with Mrs. Fanny, He never realized he would meet her packing up her belongings. First he was forced to believe that the reason she ignored him downstairs and went upstairs was because of Blueeyes whom she said had become a torn in her flesh. Staying with Ken was no longer an option; it was a decision she had made along while before now. But she never had thought she would reveal to him about given up on their love; worst still the condition of convincing Mr. Fanny to sign the divorce paper was getting her pained and bored. She had seen her purpose of coming into his life was to get laid and take care if Blueeyes.Mind made up!It was good bye!She could hear the door creak as it opened behind her and she need not be told it was ken. She molded a hard face, paused her lips and bent to the bed to pick her dress and tunics which she wrapped and packed into her travelers bag.“What are you doing?” Ken asked hastily behind her, and held he
When Mrs. Fanny shook her body she felt the warmth of a hairy body, and for once she thought she was in her bed at home, of course with no other person than Ken, since he too was hairy. As soon as she rubbed her eyes had two fast blinks and opened her eyes fully she was staring at her G-string and dress on the floor, and she almost called out Ken to query him for making love to her in her tipsy state; knowing how much she fancied being conscious and engaged during love making. But then she perceived a strange fragrance; Ken never smelled of honey; The fragrance was typically honey; as though the person had honey comb on his body. Gradually she tilted her neck to the left only to behold a neatly shaven face smiling at her.“Hello baby,” the strange man said to her, all smiles with appreciation for nice sex hanging in his eyes.“Sexy dragon!” Mrs. Fanny exclaimed and flinched from the stranger. “Oh my goose!” she yelled, sat up and squeezed her face with disfavor. “Who are you? Oh dam
Mrs. Fanny felt numb and betrayed, and spending her night at the edge of a night club was one way she had gotten over heartbreaks in the past. Only on such days could she be called alcoholic. As she glared at the bottles of beer and rum on her table she caught hold on a cigar on her table and lit, before she had her first draw of smoke and started pondering over Ken; yes she had played the folly and it was time to draw the curtains against Ken and move on with her life. She wouldn’t want to run to Fanny, even though she knew that Fanny still felt a thing for her and would give her opened arms should she dare to return to him. To her there was no difference between fanny and Ken now, and she had put them in the same box. Cheats. liars. Betrayals. Fools. She would have to search for more words to describe the worst of men she had regretted knowing.“The night was damn lonely despite the sonorous music and rowdiness of the night club.She was interrupted by a groaning voice that came at
“Hello baby I am back.” Ken said to Mrs. Fanny the moment she walked through the door.She flinched fearfully, casting a stare at Ken who was at the wine shelf. She least expected Ken’s arrival and she had lost interest phoning him either. The lonely nights had only left her at the mercy of night clubs which she frequented to wade off boredom and horny. And to a sort, having Ken back wouldn’t change who she was to him – a mistress and a sex mate. She had only realized that too late. What on earth would have inspired Ken to give condition for her to be called his legally married wife? He knew convincing her husband to sign the divorce papers would not be an easy task and he gave her such tedious condition if indeed she would become his wife. What a wicked man; she thought.“Come over here, baby,” said Ken with wide spread arms and a face that shone with smile.How long is this going to continue like this? He doesn’t care anymore about me. All he knows is fuck me and nothing more; she s
“I am done,” she said, swirling around in the front of the mirror to behold her dazzling looks.He wanted to applaud her beauty but he kept mute. “I can drop you off.”“In the same Austin Martin boneshaker? Well, no need for that. My husband won’t find it funny seeing us,” she said inwardly, reminding herself that Ken was yet to marry her so she still remained a mistress. “I didn’t spend the night in his house, so I am getting ready for a fight. She looked into her phone and saw no missed calls, messages or voice notes from Ken and she expected nothing less from a man that wanted her not to only disappear from his life but from earth.“I got to go,” she said, hooked her handbag. “Once again thank you for the dress and the previous night.” She said coldly and his face seemed lonely at once.He shook his head, losing interest in words but not in her.“I got to go,” she said yet again, making him feel he held her legs from walking and that there was something of hers that he still had- r
Rodriguez had never been so confused and indecisive in his life. Ever since he got into his hotel room and laid her in bed, he had paced up and down the room, reasoning on a fast lane over Jacy’s drunken state. He had tried to lay down by her side but the strong stench of alcohol from her breath fought him off and almost nauseated his stomach when he sat up. He noticed the drench of sweat all over her body, and the likelihood of developing cold when the sweat might have subsided to chilled droplets wasn’t far-fetched. At first the idea of washing her up in the bathroom hit him in the head and he disapproved of it, avoiding Jacy’s like time-bomb trouble, not wanting anything that involved her body or her trust for him to fail. He knew he was right about charming Jacy, and there was no stopping him. It was his first time of staying in an enclosed place with a woman; not just a woman much familiar to him, but a total stranger, whose identity and past he wasn’t too sure of – just lik