The air she felt was cooling against her skin, caressing her with a soothing kiss as it ran through her hair. Jennet had come to love quiet moments by herself. It wasn’t that she enjoyed being a recluse, but the madness her life had been plunged into ever since Gabriel resurfaced from the land of the dead had left her world in a topsy-turvy mess.Brown wasn’t doing anything to help matters with his endless drinking. He had successfully run out of liquor, and the week was just beginning.He definitely got that from his father. Definitely his father.But Jennet had no idea who Brown's father was. She had been seeing two men at the time. Both of them seemed to be potential husband material. She had always been identified by all who came across her as an opportunistic individual. She saw a window and dived right in to it. When neither of the men wanted to accept the pregnancy, she felt so miserable, like her world had come to an abrupt end.She traveled to her mother’s home somewhere on t
The phone rang shrilly into the air, disrupting what little quiet Mark had been enjoying. He picked it up with irritation brewing a storm on his tongue, waiting to unleash a tirade of venomous verbal assault on whoever it was that was calling him. Dad.He quickly received the call and held the phone up to his ears.“Hello, good afternoon, dad,” he rapped off in quick succession.“Hello, son. How’s business coming along today?”“Very well, thank you, dad". He heaved a sigh.“I can tell that you are really stressed from the sound of your voice. But not to worry, you’ll unwind at the party tonight. Looking forward to it as much as I am, right?”Of course, Mark was facepalmed, beating himself up mentally for not remembering the socialites party his father had received an invitation for. He had been so preoccupied with the new investment and putting the board members in their place, that he had totally forgotten about it.“Are you there, son?” Gabriel asked when the line had gone silent fo
Jennet held the phone to her ears with shaky hands. It felt like she was speaking with a ghost. If her memory serves her well, she was speaking to someone from her past, someone she had thought to be dead for many years.“Jennet? Hello? Are you still there, Jenny?” the voice came again.“Charlie?” Jennet asked tentatively, faint embers of hope coming alive in her heart.“Jenny. Hello, Jenny. It’s been a lifetime,” Charlie said with a voice full of nostalgia.And indeed, it had been a lifetime, a very long one spent in wishful thinking of what is and what could have been.Jennet had run into Charlie when she was at an all low in her life. She had just been jilted by several lovers who found her too demanding. All she wanted was a bite of their giant-sized snack of money and affluence. Since when did that become a crime?It didn’t matter that Jennet had been with all those lovers at the same time when she got busted. Somehow, they belonged to the same rotary club and played golf togethe
“Wait, slow down,” Elena interrupted Bennet over the phone, still confused about what he was saying.“What is it this time?” She could imagine Bennet rolling his eyes as he spoke to her over the phone.“We are supposed to turn up for a party tonight? On whose invitation?”“Number One’s . Now you’ll stop asking me questions and get yourself a fucking pretty dress for the event. I will come to pick you up at eight". He barked over the phone and the line went dead.“Honey, who was that?” Margaret came paddling in from the kitchen with a tray of cookies in her hands.“Fancy the number one fellow asking us all out to party tonight, mother?” Elena quirked her brows in confusion.“Now that’s strange,” Margaret thought aloud, standing with both hands fixed on her waist.Jennet dashed into the room to put on some proper clothes. She had just ended the call with Charlie. He was in town and willing to meet with her. A part of her was apprehensive, and pretty much skeptical, about meeting up with
Bennet arrived at Elena’s doorstep just as agreed. He neither wasted any time nor did he care to exchange any pleasantries. Elena felt awkward being around him, especially after the whole drama with Mark and his father had put Bennet’s business in danger.They made a quick detour to Jennet’s house, which just happened to be out of their planned commute for the evening.“Beats me why she’ll buy a property in a neighborhood so far from the happening places,” Margaret rolled her eyes at Elena, who nodded absentmindedly in agreement to what Bennet said.Elena’s mind raced with thoughts headlined by a dozen million questions. Why did Number One want them at a party? If he wanted to meet them physically, he could easily have pulled them off to some private hotel room, which he was capable of doing.Elena had done the courtesy of browsing through the invitation list for the party. Well, she had heard by some stroke of luck, when two women were discussing a friend who had managed to land an e
Their little group went silent after Bennet had finished speaking as they digested the words he had just shoved down their throats.Someone has to put these ones in check every now and then or else.Bennet looked from Jennet to her son, then to Margaret and Elena. He closed his eyes and let out a deep, long breath, after which he wordlessly stepped past them and moved across the street, into the waiting entrance of Chezzy’s place.Of course, he had his own questions about the whole impromptu arrangement. Like, who exactly chooses to show up at a party where his enemies have also been invited?Well, I guess we’ll find out soon then.Bennet’s eyes swept across the length and breadth of the restaurant space, in search of any notable figure, anyone at all that looked out of place in the environment. Unconsciously, his mind had registered Number one as someone with a need to show off and make a statement in public. So, he expected to see someone in a fancy three-piece designer suit, sittin
“If you would excuse me, my friends. I have urgent business to go attend to before the party kicks into full swing,” he winked and walked away towards another entrance. The bodyguard turned around and gave them a menacing glare and walked after his boss. Under the bright lights, he looked imposing and hardened with the scar running down his left eye. He looked formidable.Bennet walked over to an empty table and the rest followed him like sheep. Elena slipped into the seat right beside him and kept her eyes fixed on the table. The rest of their group kept busy with the drinks moving past their table and Elena seized the opportunity to begin a conversation.“It’s a beautiful place,” she nodded with a patronizing smile.Bennet barely grunted a reply and reached across to pick a drink from a passing tray.“Ben, I’m really sorry about how things ended between us. I wish everything went differently,” she tentatively placed a hand on his arm.Bennet looked down at the place where Elena’s ha
Elena watched with disdain as Mark marched alongside his father over to the VIP area. She knew that she had never been with the man for love. Her mother has given her mandate right from the first time he turned up in front of their house and they identified him as ‘Mark Darius, heir apparent to the Darius empire’. “That’s a walking cash cow, you silly girl. It’s our one-way ticket out of these slums,” Her mother had admonished when the shred of confidence she had left, felt terrible for giving Mark false hopes.“But, mum, I don’t love the man,” Elena had protested. Now, there was nothing not to like about Mark Darius. He had the most beautiful smile on the planet, and his eyes held a sparkle to them. He was tall and very handsome, and what more, he had a name that mattered.“Don’t you talk to me about bloody love, Elena. I loved your father and look where he left us! That’s right?”Looking at Mark Darius now, restored to his former glory and custodian of so much power and influence,