HEARTS APART

CHAPTER ONE

COLD SWEAT

I woke up suddenly, my heart racing and pounding. It had been the same nightmare for weeks and each time the feeling of despondency was the same and even though the air conditioner was on full blast mode, I was hot and drenched. My nightgown exposed my Arabian shorts and cup-shaped breasts.

I began to ponder the dream. It has been the same one and even the shrink had no idea of the meaning. The psychiatric examination was completed. I was going mad and the doctor recommended a vacation. Money was no object so I landed in the Bahamas where I was currently in beddrumloadrum load of Pills by my side. I reached for the bottle and selected the red and white capsule gulping it down with two shots of French burgundy as I was instructed. The face of the woman came back to me; wrinkled with chopped hair as if a rat had been her hairdresser. She was unclad except for a piece of loincloth around her waist. Her sagging breasts revealed years of aggressive assault by men.

As she walked towards me she smiled. It was repulsive that her two front teeth were the only remnants while her tongue was pitch black and her eyes glistening bright red like the hot flame from the goldsmith's fire. There was disdain in her eyes and suddenly she tried to hug me. I recoiled like a snake whose tail had been touched but instead of attacking her, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

I heard her voice behind me as if calling from a hollow spectrum and she was yelling at the top of her baritone voice saying no matter where you run to you will end up like me.

It was at this point I woke up. The time was five minutes past two in the night. The exact time I had woken up each of the fifteenth times I had had these dreams previously. The beep on my phone distracted me momentarily. It was a message from my nine-year-old daughter Anita who was just checking up on me. What a lovely girl I thought.

She must have inherited my mother's kind spirit. I fought back the tears that were welling in my eyes. I'm a strong and very determined woman and if the woman was wrong I would not end up like her.

Slowly I got up, shed my wet shorts and soggy nightgown, and headed naked for the bedroom to run my hot bath. As the water caressed my body, it suited my pain and made my nipples erect. I could feel his every touch and again tears welled up in my eyes. It has been seven years and I could still see him naked with his iron-like penis shooting upwards. His powerful arms grabbed me and melted my Resistance.

At this point, my bravado disappeared and I cried for about an hour. Looking into the bathroom mirror, apart from my red eyes there was beauty everywhere. Men stared at me wherever I went. I once caught my office assistant trying to prevent his penis from bursting his pants on one of the few occasions he was close to me. So close he could smell my Arabian perfume which I bought expensively during a trip to Rome the previous week. I mean who wouldn't want a single beautiful billionaire heiress? I'm constantly harassed with emails and Facebook messages from business associates and fellow billionaires looking for playthings but I had no interest in anyone. I wanted my Benny, the only man I've ever loved and the only man to spread my legs.

I met Benny in a downtown London market where he had a fish shop. I had just completed my degree from Harvard University where I studied Communication and Dispute Resolution. My billionaire father was so proud of me and asked me to name anything I wanted and he was going to grant it to me. I'm sure he was expecting me to ask for a house, a car, or a vacation, which were things girls of my age and status usually crave.

The shock on his face was palpable and easily seen when I told him I wanted to travel to the United Kingdom to North London specifically to see my beloved football club the Red Gunners play their North London rivals the Spursy Spurs and that I wanted to go alone without any bodyguard or chauffeur. I wanted to go as a commoner. I just wanted to have some time to myself. His fear was reasonable; he was a very rich man, the third largest billionaire in the United States of America with his assets in gold and controlling part of the oil and gas business in both the United States Qatar, and Nigeria.

He was always talking about how many enemies we had and how we had to take precautions every single time we traveled but I felt caged and I wanted to see the world for myself. He had given his word and he could not take it back so he reluctantly granted me his permission but for one week only.

Match day was fun and we beat our north London rivals the Spursy Spurs by four to nothing. After the match, I headed downtown north London through the N5 route to the local market. Shopping was my favorite pastime whenever I travel and I wanted to see if there was anything that could catch my attention. Unfortunately, my beauty caught the attention of some hooligans and they cornered me to a section of the market that was deserted.

They brought out their knives and collected my credit card and the money I had on me, One of them asked me to remove my clothes and I was trying to plead with them when he gave me a slap that knocked me to the floor and in a flash he was on top of me slicing off my clothes with his knife. In an instant, my clothes were off my body and I was just in my underwear. He fondled my breasts and was in the process of removing my underwear to gain access to my vagina when from out of nowhere a voice shouted stop.

The three men confronted the intruder but he was so strong and defeated them all. They ran with their tails firmly tucked between their legs. I was ashamed and embarrassed but with his soothing voice, he calmed me down, gave me his t-shirt to wear, and took me to his shop nearby where I could wash up. For a man so strong Benny was gentle and very kind. We exchanged our contacts but there was something about him that gave me restless days and sleepless nights. I didn't realize it then but I had fallen in love.

I returned to the state the next day but I didn't tell my dad the reason why I came back so soon. Benny and I became friends and I wondered if he was the man I had been waiting for as I had refused the advances of several men and had no interest in men beginning from high school even till I graduated from the University. The closest I had come to be with a man was drawing prom night in high school when Danny Boy who was obviously drunk and I had also drunk a few beers myself took me into the garden stripped off showing his penis and playfully rubbed it on my ass.

I believed that my virginity would be for the right man and I was falling in love with Benny.