Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Christina

Though I'm overwhelmed with anxiety or you can say premarital jitters, the aroma of my mom's cuisine never fails on loosening my nerves. The house was filled with relatives. My mother's two brothers along with their families and my dad's only sister along with her husband and kids arrived today early in the morning.

The house glittered with festive decorations and giggles of children playing, running around the house. The dining table was filled with delicacies of different varieties accompanied by dad's jokes. My parents are ecstatic about my marriage. Dad was admiring about Adrian on how capable, charismatic and successful he is in business to all present at the dining table. Mom had that usual light smile on her face that said everything without saying anything on how fortunate I am to marry the champion who is efficient, charming and the hero of every girl's dream.

Jasmine of course holds a different certificate for him. She is inspired, head over heels for my fiancée’s benevolence. Adrian had a knack of winning people's hearts. He promised Jasmine with a brand new boutique in one of the flourishing areas of the city once she finishes her graduation in dress designing.

I had a stomach filling breakfast while reading everyone's appreciation for my handsome and went to take bath. My happiness was unstoppable and I was grinning to myself like a crazy idiot. As soon as I wrap the towel around my body I was in recollection of a funny incident that happened almost a year ago.

Flashback

It was raining heavily. I had been dating Adrian since past six months and was presently in his house. Giving the final touches to the expression of his potrait I think and analyze him in depth.

He is a man of few words. Though he presents a tough and powerful exterior towards his employees his heart is as soft as a marshmallow from inside. A person could barely read him. But if he could see him from the heart there is immense love hidden in the chiasmic pleats of his soft kernel.

The painting will be a surprise for him as I would be presenting him the picture on his birthday which falls the next weekend.

There was a genuine sparkle in his eye, a faint smile, and a confident expression. His aura held the power and dominance of a king towards his subjects but on the mystical side was a subtle softness.

As I portray his character on the sketch I wonder what he was doing in his office staying late up to this hour. It was already nine in the night. The sky was filled with dark clouds and was thundering - an indication it was going rain terrible and for awfully long. If I said I was worried about him, worry was a small word to describe my anxiety.

He is a twenty seven year old adult who can take care of himself yet I always succumb to these extremely disturbing thoughts when it came to him. Was it some kind of premonition of something vicious about to happen on a future or it was just my mind and the pensiveness in it playing it's games? I try to channel my thoughts to the painting, a diehard attempt to keep my thoughts under check.

His hair was midnight black, cut to perfectly frame the strong planes of his face. He was dressed in a crisp navy blue colour suit with a white shirt underneath. One of his hands was inside the suit of his pant pocket and the other holding a pen.

Seating in front of him were thousands of people who had several emotions on their face. Some held the smile, a few held reverences admiring him like a Deity and others had eyes filled with tears of adoration. He was a Chevalier of everyone's beliefs. Besides him stood a girl of around sixteen years age. Her eyes held an approbation, worshipfulness for him as he signs on an autograph smiling at her.

I see the twisting of the door knob at the entrance and immediately pull down the paper held as a curtain to cover the painting. In strong powerful strides Adrian walks to me with a snigger. "What are you hiding from me, love?" He holds my chin and tilts my head up to meet his orbs. I instantly get lost in them. His eyes follow to the curtain covering the sketch and then stares back at me quizzical. His hands were now sliding down to my waist and resting on either side as he pulls me closer. "What are you hiding from me love?" He repeats his question but this time there was a teasing snicker on his rims with one of his eyebrows raised up.

I form both my hands in fist on either side of my face near the eyes and flick my index finger, informing him it is a surprise. "Oh" He makes his eyes big like a little boy. "And when am I going to receive this surprise?" I pat on his chest and mouth 'birthday' though the sound doesn't come out.

He chuckles, pecks my lips and brings me into a warm hug inhaling the scent of my hair. Later that night Adrian took me to one of the fancy restaurants in the city. We had an appetizing dinner and reach back to Adrian's home as he insisted on me to spend the weekend with him. My cells by then had already gone erotic running to wild thoughts and just like that minutes later we were into a mind blowing romantic session.

Amaira

The nerve of that rascal... He avenged his anger on me and my father by bringing our company to stagnation and now getting married to happily settle in life. I saw his fiancée getting in a family way too.

Bloody fucking bastard...

It's time to pay back Adrian Martin, let me see how you would live a life of blessing while I suffer here with despondency.

Two days back I went to the scoundrel and requested him to withdraw his control on our dipping company shares but he was a thick skinned and cold hearted asshole. He wouldn't by any means agree to my pleas. I tried solicitation, coercion and even blackmail but the donkey turned a deaf ear to all my persuasion.

"I fought a war between life and death, lost my identity to a new face I did not know. My mother almost knocked the gates of heaven because she was sick worried about me." He accused, scribbled something on a piece of paper in agitation but again rolled it to ball and threw it in the dustbin. "Bring me back the things that I and my family suffered because of the destruction your dad created and I will return you back your company." His last words were nothing but like bull dozer hitting me after an hour of coaxing for a positive reply.

Present

Sitting in my office I had no way left but to dial the number most warranted. "Hello Denovan, where are you?" I asked him to come to my office and briefed him on how the massacre is to be carried, a night of long knives but after a wait of long time.

I reach home today happy after prolonged period. Going to the bar I pour myself a drink and light a cigarette. Sitting in my favourite rocking chair made of African black wood, I dial a number. Ten minutes later the calling bell rings.

"Hi baby" Jacob one of the men from my previous hook ups walks inside the house and kisses me hungry. His breathe smelled cheap alcohol but I was not the one to complain. It has been long since I stripped in front of a man. I had suspired for a coition for many days after suffering the episode of Adrian.

Ten minutes later I was sleeping naked in one of my guest bedrooms. Jacob was sucking on one of my breasts and fingering my cunt. "Hmm that's good Jacob." I encourage him in a sexy voice puffing out smoke off my lips. After repeated orgasms and continuous bonking for almost the complete night I was finally satisfied. "Baby I want more." Jacob whines like a kid and pulls my nipple to his mouth sucking it as I ring my father's number. "Dad how are you?" I ask him in concern having a sip of whiskey from the glass.

"Your dream is soon going to be fulfilled, dad. Wait for tomorrow's sunrise."

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