Chapter 9As the car sped through the city streets, the ride was bumpy and the driver expertly weaved through the traffic. Suddenly, the car came to a stop at a traffic jam."Sir, there's a traffic jam," the driver said, looking over his shoulder at Raymond, who was deep in thought. "We might be here for a while."But Raymond didn't respond. He was lost in his own world, replaying the events of the past few weeks in his mind. He couldn't believe that Roselle had actually begged for his attention. It seemed like something out of a dream. The memory of Roselle weeping played over and over in his mind. He had never seen her so broken before. But the memory of her calling him classless was even more painful. "You're more of a shame than a husband to me," she had said. "This ring is like a handcuff to me."And now, she was blaming Pete and her parents for her actions. How could she blame anyone but herself? He knew the truth - that she had made her own choices, and they had led to this mo
Chapter 10The scorching sun was high up inside bathing the pedestrians in its harsh rays. My ride pulled up at the hospital, there I came down. I paid for a bouquet of flowers, that was the least I could do.I headed into the hospital, the cold breeze Washing me.“Am I late? ” I asked the receptionist, a warm smile plastering on my face.“6 minutes late, sir. ” she said, fixing her gaze on the laptop." But, I'll let it slide. ”" Thank you. ” I replied, rushing into the elevator.The elevator door closed, sealing me in its metallic box. I pressed the button to the third floor and the elevator ascended slowly.I stepped out of the elevator, the air was damp with the smell of antiseptics and the cloying odor of the hospital food. Nurses and doctors moved in the hallway, each busy to notice the other.I opened the door, my eyes darted round the corner of the room in search of him. The room was quite a spacious one, silence dreading in. The silence of the room was occasionally punctu
Chapter 11Of course, that was the plan. She was playing right into my trap. " I'll do whatever you wish for. Just spit it out. ” she leaned close, eagerly waiting for me to speak." I don't think you can fulfill my wish.” I replied, rolling my eyeballs." Try me, Raymond. You want money? How many millions? Spit it out, Raymond. ” she said, tears strolling down her cheek. A sly smile played on my lips. I looked into her eyes, my voice barely a whisper.I snapped my fingers and in a few seconds the driver came rushing in with some files.He kept it on the table and excused himself into the car." Sign those, will you? ” I commanded, the venom in my voice making the request look like a threat.“ What are these? ” she asked, pointing at the files. She picked it up and threw a glance at it. Her gaze captured some words, she looked at me and for a moment, she drifted from her sober mode into a puzzled state. Her facial expression said it all. “ You can't do this Raymond. At Least not to m
I was thrown into a state of confusion after I heard someone speaking behind me. I turned to the direction the voice came from, only to see a lady staring at me. Her face was pale, void of any emotion. She wore a long dark gown, her hands covered by dark gloves. One could mistake her as the grim reaper." What do you mean he's dead? And, of whom are you referring to? ” I coughed out.“ I assume you're Raymond, the bastard lost son. I'm Stacy, you're sister. ” she said, rolling her eyes and moving away from me. Her hills clicking on the floor.That was the least thing I expected— to be welcomed with cold hands.“ Don't let her bother you my dear. She has always been like that.” an old lady said, coming down from the stairs. " She misses you. She's just too proud to admit.” " Who are you, Ma'am? ” I rudely asked, " And what does she mean by he's dead? Is my father dead? ” Obviously, the whole drama left me puzzled. "Mind your manners, young man," the old lady chided gently. "I'm your
My office was quite a spacious one. The ancient golden clock is hanging and staring at me, he could hear it scream his name, begging to be released and thrown into the wild. ” How long has this been here?” Raymond asked the curvy dark lady. "Before I was employed, sir, probably 20 years ago. Beautiful, innit?” she smiled, trying to stir up a conversation.” Beautiful? Do you have a sight problem, honey? I ain't notice any beauty in this archaic building. Jeez!” He muttered, shaking his head in disgust. ” People from the nineties could brag about this, certainly not our generation. For fuck sake, this is the twenty-first century. We were meant to evolve. Contact the engineer and yes, the architect. I can't have my honor dented by this image. ” He snapped, walking out of the office.Well, if there was something to notice about Raymond's recent character, that'd be pride. He exuded pride at its utmost.He got into his car, and slammed the door, his heart racing as he pulled
Chapter 14Raymond's POVThe plane rides through the clouds, finally it lands on the run way and comes to a stop. Exhaustion washed over Me. I staggers down the stairs, the air hostess his support. The cloud was dark, the moon hung up above the horizon. Its soft rays brushing on the floor. I went into one of the rooms in the hotel and collapsed on the sofa.The cool breeze from the Ac washed me,I and I felt refreshed. I moved to the television and tuned to my favorite program. I lay there, eyes heavy, watching the television as my mind slowly drifted into slumber. I felt myself sinking into the cozy warmth of sleep, my body relaxing as my eyelids grew heavy. The television played in the background, but my mind was already drifting off to dreamland.A loud, shrill bell pierced through the silence, jolting me awake from my slumber."Who the heck is that?" I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes."Sir, your ride is ready," a tiny female voice said from outside the door. "Don't you
Chapter 15His face was pale, void of every emotion. He paced back and front, biting his lips. How could he do that? Was he blind? Can't he drive properly? If Roselle loses her life, then the game has ended. All Raymond's revenge plan will be dashed on a stone just because of a single mistake. “ Sir, I think you should calm down. Don't panic, the doctors are on it. ” the receptionist said. Her voice, calm.“ I suggest you mind your business. You're distracting me from my thoughts. ” Raymond fired. His voice was hoarse.Nurses were seen, rushing into Roselle's room. Their faces were grim with a twinge of worry.The air was thick with tension as Raymond anticipated news about Roselle. His heart was pounding as he paced around. He could feel his hand sweating. Not just his hand, his forehead. He couldn't feel the cool breeze coming down from the Ac. Everywhere felt hot and uncomfortable at the same time. He sighted a nurse going into Roselle's room with a syringe." Hello, how's she? ”
“ I lost my Job. ” He said, his face grim and voice cold. I looked at the soaked and muddy figure standing in the doorway and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The detective glared at me, clearly annoyed. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to stifle my laughter. "It's just...you look like you just went swimming in a swamp." The detective rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath. "What's the matter?" I asked after my laughter finally subsided. "Before we talk, why don't you clean yourself up in the bathroom?" I told him, gesturing toward the adjoining room. "I don't want you tracking mud all over my room, and my staff has worked so hard to keep this place clean." "I don't have time for that," the detective said gruffly. "I'm afraid I won't listen to you until you've cleaned up," his sight made it hard for me to listen, putting on my best stern face. "It's for your good." The detective sighed and grudgingly made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the hot wat
And then suddenly a cold liquid ran down from his hair to his back as he was dancing and having a conversation with a lady he'd just met “ is she the one?! Is she the whore you left me for” roselle yelled to his face as he turned to face her anger built up instantly with no obstruction of character “ God!!! You irritate me roselle” Raymond burst out with pure range “ what you think I didn’t see you, all in Pete’s mouth?!! You slimly shameless pampered brat “How dare you call me names Raymond , you owe me for the shelter, for rescuing you when your landlord almost threw you out and even after everything you’ve taken over one of my fathers company” with all eyes on them the event host comes in to break of the quarrel but Raymond stops him midway “No let her speak pat, I wanna hear every shit she has to say” he turns and slowly walks towards her in rage “I owe you? Well as for the company first off your family wasn’t worth it so I took it off your hands, as payment for eve
Standing in the elevator dressed in Louis Vuitton L817black jeans and a vintage silk shirt barely buttoned up to his chest he adored himself in the elevator mirror and liked how he barely made enough but his chiseled body made everything look good, his intention to have all eyes on him made him excited and the fact he had his worse enemies at the event to gloat at too was something he couldn't stop thinking about, his ice earrings and necklace made everything sparkle And his hair he always had good hair but it came out extra after a haircut and everything was graced to him, glad he had good genes. In his hands were his plus ones' jewelry, he had missed it when he gave her the dress earlier and he had to make sure she had them on as it was all part of his plan to humiliate Roselle and whomever she saw fit for herself at the event, getting to her door, he felt a little nervous about knocks he hadn't grown around Powell’s unphasex about him being her boss Knocking twice on her do
Raymond gets of the plane as it lands on teterboro in NY he is long elegant in his two piece set of a shirt and shorts with snakeskin slip-ons as he makes his way to a private party he was invited to as the top invites and he definitely knew roselle would be there and whomever she decided to bring as his plus one. His plus one was no where tibbe found after a night spent in one of the lounges in Mississippi, he was only distraughted at the fact she went off with one of his expensive watches Knowing he was just not obligated to have a plus one his decision to go alone was not taken in well And as father would have it, he made him bring along his so called personal secretary to the event, why personal if she would have to follow everyone else around except her employee. But he gave no attention to her constant trailings and it also almost seemed he she was keeping her eyes on him to apprise his father of his activities which he made sure to have no foul stuffs done at this momen
“Raymond you missed the board meeting today, and there was an important decision made” his father said to him “ okayyy, so was my attention needed for this important decision?” he asked trying not to be too inquisitive “ well, your attention will be needed from now on wards Raymond, you are now chairman and part of the directing boards” “Father…” but he was cut short by his father's hands in the air. “Son I'm now old and wary, my days of directing are over I want to spend my last days living and watching you man up” “I should have been approached with questions, with an choice, father I….” he thought of the detectives words and played back on his seat trying not to say anything more. “You what Raymond? Do you know how far long you should have done this already?” “Then why wait, why not give it to your other son” he replied with a scorn smile. “Raymond you are my first heir, and I didn't just spend resources finding you…for you to hold back on your responsibility! Its
“ so how long have you worked for my father?” Raymond asked in a way to make her comfortable seeing she still has a guard up. “Long enough now, I was one of the search teams that looked for you when you were missing” she said putting the glass now and threw a glimpse around the room. “Have a seat…..” “Powell” she added “ yes Powell have a seat” “ thank you sir I'm fine stand……” “ sit down powelll, you just love arguing don't you” Raymond said with a smirk, an amused smirk. She sat down lowly in “thank you” she said. “ so tell me how is my father being treating you?” “ he has being good to me, very good sir” “Okay and my stepmom and her son?” he went on “ I can't say much about those two” “ Of course, you don't work for them, and they are not exactly pleasing people to be around” Raymond said letting out a short giggle “How did you know that?” Powell asked surprisingly With her eyes slightly opened. “ well I have flashbacks of my memories, of the life I h
“ she is sure beautiful but a pain in my ass” Raymond thought as he watched Powell from his ray-ban dark shades. His phone rang again for the second time “God dammit why is she buzzing my phone” he thought Just as he was stepping into the company building His eyes caught a small group of men hanging around a shop close by and he recognized one of them. “hey you, go pick those men up and put them in jail, I’ll deal with them later” he ordered to guards behind him and walked off. He got to the meeting room and found the detective and a well dressed man discussing over some documents. “Hello sir, this is the lawyer one of the best in town,” the detective said as he stood up to exchange handshakes with Raymond. “Welcome and thank you for accepting my case” Raymond said expending his hands for a handshake to the lawyer. “ the pleasure is mine, call me Paul” the lawyer said before sitting down. Powell stood at the far end of the room and watch closely observing the discussion and
He made to turn towards the exit when he heard it again “ Raymond…. Is that you?, hold on Raymond”. Attempting to leave her bed with the stripes still in her veins but the nurses were quick to hold her down. “Raymond listen to me,please I beg you I didn’t mean to treat you the way I did these past years” “Please Raymond my love please don’t leave me please don’t go“ roselle kept pleading . “I understand but it’s far past the time to plead, I just came to make sure you were alright” he said with his back to her. “Turning to the nurses “please from now on call her family for any reason I won’t be available for her welfare anymore“ he said with a stern look And walked out. Roselle’s voice was breaking of the distance as he made his way out of the hospital to the road, it had stopped raining Memories of them together when happiness was still amongst them rushed in like the flood but so did the pain and humiliation he suffered from the afterward, blocking of everything he
“ I lost my Job. ” He said, his face grim and voice cold. I looked at the soaked and muddy figure standing in the doorway and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The detective glared at me, clearly annoyed. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to stifle my laughter. "It's just...you look like you just went swimming in a swamp." The detective rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath. "What's the matter?" I asked after my laughter finally subsided. "Before we talk, why don't you clean yourself up in the bathroom?" I told him, gesturing toward the adjoining room. "I don't want you tracking mud all over my room, and my staff has worked so hard to keep this place clean." "I don't have time for that," the detective said gruffly. "I'm afraid I won't listen to you until you've cleaned up," his sight made it hard for me to listen, putting on my best stern face. "It's for your good." The detective sighed and grudgingly made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the hot wat
Chapter 15His face was pale, void of every emotion. He paced back and front, biting his lips. How could he do that? Was he blind? Can't he drive properly? If Roselle loses her life, then the game has ended. All Raymond's revenge plan will be dashed on a stone just because of a single mistake. “ Sir, I think you should calm down. Don't panic, the doctors are on it. ” the receptionist said. Her voice, calm.“ I suggest you mind your business. You're distracting me from my thoughts. ” Raymond fired. His voice was hoarse.Nurses were seen, rushing into Roselle's room. Their faces were grim with a twinge of worry.The air was thick with tension as Raymond anticipated news about Roselle. His heart was pounding as he paced around. He could feel his hand sweating. Not just his hand, his forehead. He couldn't feel the cool breeze coming down from the Ac. Everywhere felt hot and uncomfortable at the same time. He sighted a nurse going into Roselle's room with a syringe." Hello, how's she? ”