CHAPTER ONE:

SACRIFICE.

JENNIFER ORBIT POINT OF VIEW:

"Janny? Do you really love me as you claim?"

"Of course I do babe, I really do." I tried to run my hand on his curly hair to reaffirm my words with my fingers but he had reluctantly restrained my hand from touching him. His face was motionless and of course innocent.

If there was something beautiful about Phillips, it was his handsome face that was void of guilt especially when he was moody. I could pay just to stare into those large blue eyes of his. He had the most beautiful, and seductive large eyes I've ever seen in a long time.

"I love you Phillips, you know I really do" I tried to cheer him up the umpteenth time but he wasn't ready to talk to me. I knew he was feeling insecure. Insecure about losing the woman of his dreams to the rich dude, but I wasn't ready to walk down the aisle with Frederick or with anyone else, not now and definitely not ever.

Phillips was the one I have always wanted and I had a great faith in our fate that one way or the other, things might definitely fall in place, or rather must definitely fall in place.

I made for his lips and planted a kiss on it, at first he was still reluctant but then became responsive as we both started doing justice to each other's taste organ.

We both were good with our lips, Phillips most especially as he devoured everything I had on my lips.

He was a good kisser. A very good kisser and The type that journeys with his lower lips and tongue simultaneously, making you crave for him with all pleasure and lust. Lust filled with erotic wishes, wishes of you having him all to yourself, to yourself that you so much wanted him to be beside you and probably inside of you, inside of you because that was always the best minutes of your life, minutes of his unique way of making love, once have I teased him that I wanted him to fuck me, maybe aggressively but he had smiled and told me he doesn"t fuck, rather he makes love.

My boyfriend"s unique way of copulation was this slow but passionate way of thrusting into me, making me feel every inch of his length in me, making me clench to the bed sheet or maybe wrapping my legs around his waist and burying my hand into his back.

I've missed him so much.

I'm sure he had equally missed me too. It was in his eyes, I had seen it in his eyes, despite it's charming and innocent moist self, Phillips eyes were capable of giving him up especially in showing his emotions and that was his weakness.

"How much do you love me Jane?" He finally found his voice after an awkward silence, our kisses had produced the only sound of the atmosphere.

"So much that I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, have your babies grow in me, have me nurture them and of course grow old with you without anyone coming in between us" my timbre was low as I played with his fingers.

He had grinned sheepishly, showing off his perfectly carved dentition. Phillips' smile had a way of penetrating into my heart, making me feel oddly unease and having a moist formed In my panties.

He cupped my left cheek, the texture of his soft palm having a great pleasurable effect on my cheek. Then he leaned forward to me and once again kissed me, this time more passionately, intensely and lustfully.

His hand made for my brassiere which he unhooked so gently, revealing the two rounded bosoms to jump out excitedly like two inmates freed from the prison.

He then took the already erected nipples into his mouth, sucking them slowly but hungrily like his life had depended on it. Oh well, nipples were one of the best ways to stimulate me and Philips knew how to do that and he always does it perfectly well like the bedroom expert that he was.

My moan was interrupted by a ring from my phone. I had ignored it.

It rang the second time, third and fourth time and whoever the caller was, he or she wasn't ready to give up till I picked the phone.

I had muttered all the curse I was to unleash on whoever it was that had interrupted our sexual moment.

Damn it was my father!

The stern strict old man. His voice from the other end of the phone had ordered that I come back home from wherever it was that I've been since morning.

I saw the disappointment in Phillips face, I was equally disappointed too, arguably more than he was.

I had to hurriedly put back on my brassiere, adjust my gown, took my car key that was lying lifelessly on the table, pecked Philips a goodbye kiss on the forehead and went downstairs. He sat on the couch mute and his face was void of any emotion.

His apartment wasn't much of a big one but he was comfortable for a low income earner.

When I got into the car, I paused for a minute or so before turning on the ignition and bringing the Lexus engine to life.

Off I drove into Weston Street. My mind focused on replaying the scenario that had occurred minutes ago with my boyfriend in my head.

I smirked shyly at the thought of Philips.

"Nothing will separate me from his arms' I thought aloud, honking furiously at a truck.

" You retarded old dimwit, get off the fucking road if you can't drive!" I cursed, overtaking him.

He raised his middle finger out from his side mirror and replied back, "Screw you bitch!"

I was already miles ahead of him hence couldn"t comprehend much of the gibberish he had uttered.

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I got home, dad and mum were seated in the living room, their faces glued to the Disney channel they were seeing.

I inhaled deeply, making a sign of the cross with my right hand.

It was obvious they were mesmerized by it because they didn't take notice of my presence.

I had to cough to announce my being. My dad turned back, looked at me and fixed his gaze back to the television.

"Oh Jenny baby, you left us worried, we have been worried about you" my mother stood up from the cushion, came towards me and crossed her hand on my shoulder in a warm friendly embrace.

The staunch fragrance of her rose perfume oozed out and filled my nostril when she came close, making me unduly comfortable but I had to muster all the courage in the universe to maintain my composure in the hug.

Mum knew I was allergic to rose but she couldn't help, she was a fashion freak who's aura spoke highly of her. Once upon a time her profile got auditioned in the New York best selling fashion magazine.

I felt really proud of her.

I was closer to her than I was to my father who was the exact opposite of who she was.

Mrs. Oxlade was the kindest soul I've ever seen, despite me being her only daughter, she had loved me so unconditionally and never allowed me to lack, no matter what the circumstances surrounding us were.

She has always been my backbone and supported me every time she could, except now that the whole Oxlade family was on my neck, pressuring me to get married to Mr. Albert son, Fredrick and all was in a bid to keep the family mutual business partnership going and have the legacy continued.

"What a stupid ideology that was!" I thought.

"You look so tired my daughter?" My mother asked running her hand over my hair and massage it. "Where have you been all day?" she asked, looking a little bit worried.

Her facial countenance had said it all.

"We have been worried Jane" she added. I said nothing, got to where my father was and greeted him. He had reluctantly replied to me, waving his hand and gesturing to me to let him be.

I knew so well he was disappointed in me, he wouldn't hide it.

I followed my mother quietly to the kitchen. I knew she was trying so hard to make a conversation with me but I just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, not even to her.

"You look so worried Jane? I hope you haven't been smoking all day?" She pulled off the apron she was wearing, removed the gloves in her hand after getting the frying pan down from the gas cook, I watched her silently as she struggled to find a spoon to turn the egg which she had fried. I was already salivating, countless times did I swallow an invincible lump in my throat.

I always long for my mothers bacon and egg sauce. She was a certified cook anyway, a chef with the best graduating certificate from the arguable one of the best catering schools in California. That was where my father, her husband had met her.

"Jane" she called out again after settling down beside me at the dining table.

"Mum, can you just stop? Please?"

"C'mon love, I'm your mother and I can sense when you are not in the best of moods"

I sighed heavily, bent my head. "Can you allow me to eat? Please I'm famished at least to say"

"Sure love, you can eat" she adjusted the dish and poured out some milk to my glass. "Thank you" I muttered in between breaths.

We both ate in silence, the clanging sound of the cutlery was the only one heard.

"How do you like the food?"

I nodded in affirmative.

"Uhmm, Mr. Albert had called" I suddenly dropped the food, looked at her in a hateful way, cleaned my mouth with the servient and stumped out of the kitchen.

I had lost my appetite.

She stared at me puzzled.