I folded my hands behind my back. And relaxed.. I imagined having a little girl with nessa’s blond pigtails and my silver coloured eyes. Joy filled my heart.I’m an engineer and I own a construction company that I built from nothing. I came from a very poor family; had a father who loved us and a very abusive mother.
She uses anything as an excuse to whack I and my brothers around.
My father died a lot early in our live and I guess it drove mom off the deep end. You see, she loved my father alot and married him against the wishes of her rich family. She’s half Irish with a touch of French and a dash of Armenia.
Came from a long line of aristocrats.
Somewhere in that long line of mix and ancestry came the grey coloured eyes. She was a grey eyed beauty, fierce and proud. Anyway, marrying a common black labourer was nothing she expected. She imagined love would cocoon her from the harsh realities of poverty.
Anyway, after my dad died in a fatal accident, she hit the deep end. Started drinking heavily with the few dimes he’d saved and blamed us for his death.
Life became harrowing and we all ran away from the trailer shack we called home on a cold, snowy night. We never looked back.
Doing odd jobs and avoiding the foster system; so we won’t get separated, we pooled our income together and I was nominated to get an education among the 3 of us. They claimed I was the most intelligent.
Suffice to say, I graduated Egregia Pour Laude.
They worked as lackeys to finance my education. I began the construction business and made sure my elder brothers have an early retirement.
My company is a force to reckon with and I think it’s time for marriage. I can live several lifetimes over without having to work; that’s how wealthy I am. I’ve gone through virtually a sea of women and I think I’ve finally found the person for me; Not the person my looks and money attracts.
A thought suddenly popped into my head. I’d love to surprise nessa tonight.. A candle lit dinner for two.. I dropped the pen i was holding and I stood up. I can afford to leave work anytime, I Bleeping own it.
I jogged to the underground garage; I don’t really like elevators and use it only when i have to. I entered my car and zoomed off. I glanced at the dashboard, it’s some few minutes to 4pm.. That’d give us some time to indulge some nasty Bleeping before we go for that dinner. I smiled in anticipation.
She lived at a little bungalow not far from the suburbs- another thing I love about her.
Her house came into view and i grinned.
My grin turned to horror the next moment.