ever, Mar
clap,
ck and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is a happily married man. The only motivation the
g in her heels. This was not her usual get up. She usually had her hair up in a messy
ot stuck out and she stumbled across th
at him, embarrassed. Her white cheeks now red as a tomato. The gift she was carrying d
r everyone to see. Mark knew this was a joke. His office staff always pr
k, a single tear slipped her eye as she das
heel on ther red stiletto gave in and
cr
wled on the floor. The pain radiate
She looked into the deep blue eyes of her saviour. His face was in a frown,"
ch pain her brain could not process the words c
Jessic
ed her to wiggle her toes, " seems like
to take her to the hospital and
mportant" Mark said as he turned a
feet and swung her arm around his neck forcing her to hop on her right leg to the eleva
spital. " What's yout husbands number", he asked rollin
gs the call w
upervisor at work. Please can you fetch your wife fro
place. After hours, shaking her damn ass at work while I'm watching our daughter......
ell. She knew her husband was a good for damn nothing, but that was her everyday li
year. She always tried to hide her situation but it always bec
parent so she just stayed with him. She played with he
nded to her swollen foot, gently wrapping it in a c
n a strong painkiller and may be disoriented and drowsy for a
er husband" he thought to himself. He looked at her drowsy
person after all. His conscious got the better of him. As he drove
wn building. His face was wrinkled with worry, as he looked at the shabby bloc
epy Jessica and carrie
at this would not go well. He stood at the door gath