ADRIAN
I blink furiously, like one under the sun. Round ass. Hourglass body. Fresh thighs. This was what I saw in the kitchen when I went to get a glass of water. Who ever knew that this cute-faced girl would have all this hidden beneath all those layers of clothes? I cleared my throat as I made my presence known. She whipped her head around and immediately dropped the glass of milk. It broke, and it splashed around. She hid her face as she tried to run.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it,” she said hurriedly, and she was about to bend to pick up the shards of glass when I stopped her.
“Don’t! “ I thundered. I flinched at my voice. “Let one of the maids clean that up,” I said to her. Although I tried to stop her from hurting herself, I noticed that my deep gruff voice made her confused or anything worse.
She was standing, rubbing her hands idly together. She was confused about what to do next. I stared into her face, and she ducked her head. I chuckled a little.
“Adrian?” I turned to find Rose behind me.
“Hi Rosie, please, can you help her clean this up?" I shifted for her to see the milk that had spilled on the floor. Rosie looked from me to the miserable-looking girl. I didn’t know her name yet or care to remember it, but I knew it started with an S.
“Alright Adrian. Hope you are good.” She asked as she stared into my face. I smiled at her.
"Yes, I am Rosie," I said before leaving. Rosie was my first nanny before she became our housekeeper. My father promoted her to be the head in charge of all the pay.
I pushed for her pay to be increased and her children to be placed on scholarships by the company. She had been one of the only people who truly cared for me. I went back to my study with a bottle of water. As I sat trying to sort through lots of paperwork, I felt tired. Rubbing a hand over my face, I winced when my hands made contact with my lips.
I still had a busted lip thanks to my father and his punches. Remembering that incident at the church fueled my anger. I didn’t know who to get angry with—my father or my girl Annie, who didn’t show up when we were meant to elope. My dad’s men caught me and dragged me all the way to the church.
Now that I was going to be married to a girl, I didn’t even want to know her name. Just as I sat down to concentrate, my mind did a rewind on what I had seen earlier. My supposed wife’s body was very curvy, like that of a Coca-Cola bottle. Indeed, she was a great work of art. I could see the size of her boobs, but not really well. I assumed how erect her nipples would be. Or how soft and fresh her thighs would feel under my touch. The things I would do to her. I thought.
I had to shake my head to remove those thoughts, as they were slowly clouding my head. I needed a distraction. I picked up the paperwork from work, but it was of no use to me. I still found a way to think about her. Suddenly, it clicked. I was going to call my girl, or rather, my ex, in the sight of my dad. I wondered how she would be coping without me. I rang her up, and she answered immediately.
“Hey baby,” I said, and then I knew she had been crying. I tried to console her, but all my efforts were slowly going to waste.
“Adrian, I want to end my life, '' she said.
‘Don’t you dare. Don’t you even think about it?” I barked into the phone. After what felt like an hour or so, I managed to calm Annie down. I began to work.
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SARA
The older woman stared at me, and somehow I could see a look of pity flash through her eyes.
“I’m so sorry I broke the glass. I just decided to get myself a glass of milk since I could sleep,” I rambled. She smiled at me as she moved to get the vacuum cleaner.
"Oh, please, you don’t have to be sorry; at least everyone has broken a glass in our lives. The last one I broke was yesterday,” she said, and I began laughing. If it was her plan to cheer me up, I think it was working.
“What is your name?” she asked after we had laughed.
“Sara”. I said.
“That is a beautiful name,” Rosie remarked. She introduced herself as well. As we laughed, I suddenly remembered that my surname would go from Swift to Gilbert. I felt sad. Marriage was not on my mind for as long as I can remember, but now look at me. I would soon be someone’s wife.
She helped me move out of that place and made sure I didn’t have another glass of milk before I went to bed. I thanked her and went to bed. She was indeed a kind woman. As I was about to close my door, I peered into the room opposite mine and saw Adrian working. Just as if he knew I was staring at him.
He looked up, and immediately I shot my door. My heart began to beat fast, and I hoped he didn’t really see me. He definitely saw me. Just like in the kitchen, I wondered if he had been staring at me or if he just came in and began to talk.
Before I slept, I thought of my grandpa. I hoped he would get well soon, and I hoped the marriage wouldn’t hold.