Ciara stared around and retuned her gaze on her father to see he was still all smiles. Lucy might have made his day and she argued within herself if there was anything more for her to do and make him happier than he was.“She must be a good friend of yours,” said Ciara, forcing an uneasy chortle.“You mean Lucy,” Mr. Fanny replied.She raised a wink.“She is good friend and…” he shook his head in contemplation.She searched into his eyes, peering at him. “And what? I hope is not what I am thinking.” She cleared her throat jocularly.“What?’ Mr. Fanny smiled playfully at her, curious at what she was up to with those looks on her face. “She is someone I am coaching, say I am her mentor.”She widened her gaze at him. “Mentor in jail?” She shook her head in doubt. “All I see here is love, dad.”He blushed , “Love? Come on, I don’t have time for that now,” he replied and thought of his wife struck in his head. “Yes love. See I don’t mind you falling in love. She is gorgeous, elegant and
On a blizzard airy chilly evening Brian was well seated in the ball room of the Beverly Hill mansion of Ciara’s husband. Despite what she did fortnights ago, Brian visited her this time around upon his decision after phoning her to verify if her husband was around. But before he drove to her home he hinted her to turn off the cameras which were scattered all over the house and its environs. The last time he visited he had noticed the cameras that stood at strategic edges of the home as tiny dangerous spies. Although he had assured himself he wasn’t going to be intimate with Ciara, he needed to be safe first; those cameras could implicate his ass and words would not be enough to justify his visiting Ciara in the absence of her husband.After he had left Ciara to her husband that night he perceived a heated drama might have happened between Ciara and her husband all through the night. He had stayed up, paced up and down the room, sipped coffee with a hard grin, stared at the clock f
She fell in his arms helplessly and full of energy for sex for the first time. Brian paused to behold the look on her face; it was a potable look yet anxiety-driven; something that wanted more of him from time immemorial. He stared at her while she gently undressed herself. She was done removing her dress, and as she did, she locked eyes with Brian still yet to believe that the cutest and best of all men was about to savage her vagina; may be his mind was made up finally to take this path of fate with her.It had been a long time coming; from way back at the farm, she had thrown her charm at him only to get disappointed. Her eyes remained switched with his as she located the hook on her brazier and unlocked it giving him the full charismatic view of her mediumtan, pointed-nipple breast that weighed down on her cleavage; just the way heavy paw-paw weighed down from its branches.“Are you emotionally ready for this?” Brian asked coldly with considerate gaze.Her heart skipped, before
“Bitch!” he cursed Ciara, even more intense with his eyes that was full of fire as he stepped into the sitting room, advancing to Ciara and she drifted away from him. “Where the hell have you been all the while I have been pressing the bell, and yelling into the speaker? Are you stupid?”“I… I” she stuttered wishing she could keep calm and confident to face the beast of a husband, “I have been in deep sleep and I… I barely knew you were at the door even when you spoke into the speaker,” she narrated kept her distance to avoid slap from landing on her face because she noticed his hands were trembling as one handling a hot pot.”You were deep in slumber? What is it by the time? And you are still in your nightie, looking horrible and unkempt, uh. I don’t know why I made you my wife,” he nagged, rolling his eyes at her and breathing uneasily. “I want you to give me just one reason I should continue calling you my wife.” He gestured with his hands and started off again advancing to her and
“Bastard!” Brian cursed and spat at him twice, watching him jerk and convulse heavily and continuously before yet a shot jerk and then stopped abruptly.Ciara lay helplessly on the edge of the wall with her tongue stuck out and her eyes drawn and deprived of life, and her limbs hurt and threatened to part her body. Promptly, Brian was already kneeling to her and felt how cold and fragile her body was now, like that of a new born baby left in a pool of water for a long time- her skin almost bulging away from her bones. He tapped her on the cheeks.“Ciara! Ciara!” he called, as fear and terror molded up on his face the moment he beheld her eyes shutting as one taking her final bow of death. He shook her furiously and tapped her harder on the cheeks but it only succeeded in making her eyeballs roll inwardly and upward, showing much of her sclera with her iris disappearing permanently. “Come on, Ciara.” He called, kissed her and she managed to return her iris back into position, but onl
They were in the Audi saloon now.Before Brian twitched the ignition he breathed uneasily, stole a glance at Ciara to see her eyes were redder than he had thoughts.She barely could stare back as Brian was by all means trying to lock eyes with her. All she could do was stare between her thighs, fondled with the hem of her dress threw her gaze outside the window and return it between her thighs yet again.“Hope you are OK now. You need to perk up. I will drive to a restaurant where we can perch until it is late hour so we can dispose of the corpse.”She cut in immediately, “Won’t it stink?” she spoke raising her hand to gesture how scared she was. And when she did Brian could see the bruises that striped her hands even when he cast his gaze on her neck. They were a handful of reddened bruises that wired across her neck, and he perceived other parts of her body had same irritating bruises too.He replied, “it won’t stink besides I will park the car out of the reach of anyone. And look
When they got outside the joint, they were puzzled and brought to a standstill when they saw a police officer resting on the trunk of their Audi. Just by the corner was a police car with a glowing siren light that spun across the atmosphere.“What is happening?” asked Ciara, feeling the sweat that built on her palm which was locked into Brian’s hand. She barely could swallow hard, “Are they after us? Have they found the corpse?” she asked, gazing upon Brian’s face.Brian didn’t want to ignore her but for the dramatic scene that was happening around his car. His eyes darted inquisitively as he watched the police officer stare at his car suspiciously. He noticed a party of police men was at the other casino building, gathered around a man who was explaining something to them, while this s lone police man rested on his car, exactly on the trunk where they hid the corpse.“I just wonder why he chose to rest on our car of all the cars parked out there.” Brian murmured, still staring at the
Brian had his face to the wall and his back to the door that led to the bathroom. Immediately they entered the hotel room, he hastened into the bathroom and had a warm mild bath and after which he went into the Jacuzzi and suffused his body in a cold water, with a cup of orange juice in hand, when he came out of the Jacuzzi, sipping his orange juice he met Ciara still standing at the window through which she fed her eyes with the ocean view. He knew she was pondering over the past events and he expected the days ahead to be dramatic for them.He snorted behind her hair and she turned swiftly and caught sight of his bright alluring face which shone in the glory of the night. “You need to stop thinking, run your bath and then have some rest, we have had a stressful day,” he spoke in mumble, still drying his hair with a part of the towel while the other part covered his laps and penis.She swirled around and could perceive much of the fragrance soap he bathed with, and her eyes were u