Dreams And Threats
She peeped at his face, his neck had twisted to the side as his sleep prolonged.
She giggled, looking away. Who knew she could enjoy good food and also sleep on a nice bed? Twelve years ago, her suffering began as a child. She watched the murder of her own parents, she was able to escape narrowly into the woods.
She walked twenty days to find her aunt who took her in and in return of the shelter she gave her, made her work on ridges, reared cattle, did a lot of menial jobs or let's say hard labor work.
When Anissa started growing into a woman, life became harder.
Every time her period flowed, it flowed like river Jordan, she felt excruciating pains, she would become crippled, unable to get up to change her menstrual cotton. She normally stink and rot away in her blood. Her aunt would come often times to curse at her and blame her for the bad odor oozing out of her shelter.
Once Anissa's flow stops, she would have to work extra hours for the days she missed while she menstruated.
Later, the blood issue got out of hand that she started passing out during her period. A medicine man came up with a very expensive herb which she worked to afford only once.
Her aunt thought that she was close to death, that very soon she would pass away from bleeding too much so she decided not to run at lose, she sold her off. Off to this handsome man who now slept peacefully on her chest.
She remembered how she wept when her aunt bundled her away to a man who brought her to the castle in a fancy car.
Now, she wasn't sure if she was still angry at her aunt's decision. Though she wasn't getting the free life she deserved but she was grateful that the man who bought her didn't tie her up and feed her rotten morsel.
She felt the urge to touch his packs, she had never had to touch him except for today when she got to sit stark naked in the shower with him, washing him.
She slowly snaked her left hand around his waist, she felt his warm hips, she softly massaged it for a while before moving on to the upper part, his packs which she had always fascinated about touching and feeling.
As her hand gently moved closer to it, she licked her lower lip. She knew she was a slave to him and she shouldn't be doing any of these without his permission but…she couldn't take her eyes off his hanging hot body. He had touched her all over, severally. It was now her turn to touch him too, even if it meant stealing that touch.
Once her hand almost reached it goal, he jumped awake, grabbing her hand around his waist and twisting it terribly. She cried out in pains, he didn't let her go, he kept bending the wrist before he faced her and jerked her forward.
His eyes had a very obvious expression-anger.
He was boiling red, his teeth gritted and his brows furrowed. His eyes were brewing dark anger, agitation.
She kept screaming, begging him for mercy. Her eyes watered, adrenaline hormone was released in excess, she wanted to die from the pains.
His grip only got tighter on her wrist, she swore for herself, wondering why she lusted after her master. It was wrong for her to find him sexy and luring, she shouldn't do what he didn't ask, she was just a toy he used to calm his body, she was an ingrate who couldn't even be glad that her master had only one of her type.
"It is you?" Dylan's face slowly returned to it coldness so did his grip around her wrist loosen.
She fell back in the tub, huddling hands and gasping aloud.
Dylan left the tub immediately. He didn't say a word to her, he went to wipe himself dry and then left her to weep in the tub.
She knew she was wrong, she believed she deserved every little thing he did to her. She was just a miserable slave who didn't know her place.
Dylan picked a simple dress and wore it over him.
He went straight to Kate's room, he banged in without knocking. He never knocked. He believed it was his home and he had every right to be mannerless.
Kate was busy trying to stop Glen from turning the whole room upside down.
Glen looked up and smiled when he saw Dylan.
He put his big hand forward and said "Big boy, wanna go horse riding?"
Glen nodded in excitement. He ran to Dylan who picked him up and walked down the stairs.
As he got to the main door, he told a servant "Anissa broke her wrist, send her medicine"
Immediately, he turned away.
He reached the stable and found Cole feeding Glen's favorite horse.
He tapped him on the shoulder and said "Isn't it enough that you are now my secretary? Don't you think appearing in my dream in day time is too childish?"
He didn't wait for a response, he got on the horse with Glen and rode away.
*
Cole bowed at Dylan.
Dylan didn't stop walking towards his office, his eyes didn't just leave Cole's body.
His personal assistant-Willams opened the door for him to walk in.
Dylan sat in his chair before signaling at his assistant to leave him.
Will was hesitant. He had never had to leave Dylan's side except he had jobs to do.
"It just for a while!" He roared at him.
Will bowed then left
Dylan fit into the chair and then huffed.
He held his banging head in his hand. Through the night, he couldn't sleep. He continuously had re occurring dreams of Cole taking over Calvary's wealth.
In the tub with Anissa, he had dreamt about the same thing and was fighting Cole physically when he woke up. Anissa's left hand was just unfortunate to be around him as at the moment he woke.
After riding with Glen, he didn't return to the room until this morning when he went to get dressed. He had been at the library, studying hard on ways to handle his business and Calvary's.
He rang the small bed on his table, Cole walked in shortly.
Without looking at him, he asked "What do we have on the table?"
"I just resumed so I am still trying to…"
"Get out!" Dylan ordered, his fists clenching.
Since they were brothers and have lived together for ages, Cole knew when to walk away.
Dylan scorned at him as he left. He was boiling hot and his head bangs. He rushed out the chair then went to the window side to glare at the city beauty.
He was thinking. What should he do?
If Calvary lost trust in him, he would fall straight to the earth and break. He wasn't done revenging his mother's death, he hasn't made life unbearable for Elizabeth.
If his dreams of avenging his mother would ever come true, then he needed enough money and power to throw Elizabeth and her kids in hell.
He went over to his table, he took a phone call "Come in"
He had just out the phone down when Will came in.
"What don't I know?" He asked, carefully sitting by the edge of his table, his back turned at will.
"It is about June, she is bad mouthing you" Will revealed.
He had heard it from Calvary before, he wasn't shock, he just wanted to know how far she had gone trying to pull him down.
"How bad is it?
"Honestly, it is bad. A lot of people believed her, you know how you…areeee" Will was sluggish with his last words.
Dylan stared blankly, he was quiet for sometimes then went ahead to ask "How am I?"
There was silence, Will wasn't talking.
Dylan stood up, walked straight at the window and leaned on it with his side.
"Evil and cold, right?" He asked.
Will hurriedly lowered his head. Though he had thought of him to be like that but he won't dare mention it.
Dylan looked over and pouted.
He slowly approached Will. Will stood still, he knew how much Dylan hated it when people ran away.
He stopped only step away from Will.
"You know how much I hate to be ignored. I know you are don't deaf, I ask you again, how am I?" He thundered, trying not to lose it.
Will decided to stay mute. It was better to get spanked for staying quiet than being sacked after telling his boss how ugly his attitudes were.
Dylan breathed out.
He went back to the window side, arms folded tightly.
"How are your parents?" He changed conversation topic.
Will raised his head. Why did he switch?
"They are fine sir" He humbly answered.
Dylan scoffed.
"That is why you think I am evil. Because you have both of them look after you until now. I had none! My father was my step mom's love bird, he abandoned me and let me suffer while showing his woman care. I blame my mother for birthing me to that bastard" Dylan yelled it out in anger.
He felt he was full and needed to vent. He was so mad at everything around him. He had worked so hard to show Calvary he deserved to be a signatory to everything the family owned, now all of a sudden, Cole was sneaking in.
Will, for the first time heard a short story of his boss's life. In his eyes, his boss was a pitiful kid who had no one to show him love until he grew this cold.