06/30/2021
EXCERPT
Monday morning shows signs of a good day as the sun rises from Lake St. Clair's shores. The sun illuminates the lakeside condo that was built within the past fifteen years. Outside, the front yard consists of a blacktop road that leads from the house to the main road. The very front of the house has a circular easement and a three-car garage.
Inside the house, the architectural design is of modern décor. The house is integrated with the internet of things technology. All include a sound and security system wired throughout the house, high-speed internet, an ultra-thin flat screen tv, all equipped with voice activation. The house was built with seven bedrooms and five bathrooms, a swimming pool equipped with a whirlpool bath, and a four-car garage. One of the rooms has been converted into a theatre room, equipped with an OLED screen covering the wall, surround sound speakers, and dimmable lighting controlled by an OLED tablet.
The foyer has a grand staircase that is an uptown design. The spacious room beyond the foyer has a brick fireplace, French doors leading to the family room, and formal dining with intricate crown moldings. The kitchen is equipped with advanced kitchen appliances. The basement is spacious. It has a recreation room consisting of a pool and card game table. Other separate rooms such as the laundry and storage room are divided.
The atrium connects the primary residence to a carriage house consisting of its own kitchen, living room, breakfast room, bedroom, pantry & separate entrance! The backyard is gorgeous and landscaped with a beautiful view of Lake St. Clair. These were only a few typical spoils of a power couple that runs two multi-billion dollar corporations. In the master bedroom, a caucasian male lies in bed sound asleep with a woman next to him. His name is Anonymous Gerald Hamedi.
Anonymous looks suitable for his age, as he uses his wealth to keep his physical appearance well maintained. A yearly salary of $250,000 helps to afford the necessary luxuries of men's hygiene products, high-quality foods, and a personal trainer that gives him hell during high-impact athletic workout sessions. However, the course of nature has its way manifesting itself. Streaks of gray in his auburn color hair match a few silver strands of hair in his beard. His body was well-toned with an excellent definition slightly chiseled body, which his abs were the highlight of his features.
The alarm clock next to the bed buzzes annoyingly, which roughly awakes Anonymous. He sits up on the edge of the bed and looks over to his 57-year-old wife, Zenaida Hamedi. Zenaida has a girlish figure for her age; yet, few wrinkles manage to force their way through her expensive beauty treatments. She has dark reddish-brown hair that was recently dyed to cover the greying strands. Yet, the tummy tucks, fat injection breast lifts, and lip enhancements ensured that her body was kept tight and looking youthful. Anonymous goes into his nightstand drawer and removes a bottle of Jack Daniels. He takes a few swigs to help him wake up. He feels like hammered s**t due to the stressful life of running a multi-billion dollar real estate company known as A 2 Z Real Estate.
"Don't do that! It's too early to drink." Zenaida replied. "You are up? I thought you were still asleep." Zenaida sat up and put her arms around Anonymous.
"I have been up for a while! You woke me up with your screaming early in the morning. Your nightmares are getting worse. You dreamed of her again. Stop letting ghosts haunt you." Zenaida replied.
"I am sorry if I scared you?"
"Your nightmares do not scare me. I am, however, afraid my husband is going to drink himself into an early grave. I think you should see a psychiatrist." Zenaida replied.
"You don't want me to do that. I would expose every secret we have." Anonymous sarcastically comments with a smirk.
"And what? Ruin the lavishing lifestyle I built for us. Your hands are just as dirty as mine." Zenaida replied.
Zenaida watches Anonymous take another swig at the bottle of Daniels. A look of disgust overshadows her face. She hated to see a man of means and power be controlled and ruined by a nasty addiction. She took the bottle out of his hand, and got up, poured it into the bathroom sink. After chucking the bottle into the bathroom trash can, she went into a mini-refrigerator by the bed and gave him a bottle of Pierre Water.
“What the hell do you do that for?”
"You need to drink more water, my love," Zenaida replied as she offered it to him.
Anonymous took the bottle of water. He quickly guzzled it down, showing his dehydration. "Stop drinking that rotgut brew. I did not marry an alcoholic."
Anonymous hated lectures about his drinking. He needed a drink to help him get up in the morning and something to help him fall asleep at night. If Jack Daniels was not the first choice of spirits, he had a nice pricey bottle of Magnum Grey Goose Vodka tucked away in his private liquor cabinet in his home office. For that bottle, it cost him at least $815. He felt guilty about many things but did not give second thoughts about his taste for liquor.
"Go back to sleep. You don't work on Mondays."
"Today is an exception. I have an online board meeting at 10 this morning," Zenaida replied.
"Well, I better get ready to head to the office."
"Before you do, let's have a quick f**k," Zenaida replied as she has gotten up and stood full frontal n**e in front of Anonymous.
"We f**ked last night. You still want more?"
"What can I say? You really know how to move your ass in bed."
"Yeah, I must say you can still f**k good for a woman your age.”
"How you dare say that to me. It is rude to bring up a woman's age." Zenaida was pi**ed to be reminded of her age.
"I am no longer in the mood." Zenaida darted towards the bathroom.
Anonymous knew Zenaida would make his day a living hell if he did not make it up to her. Zenaida is a ruthless woman when she is upset and could be vengeful at times. He had a lot of s**t to do at the office, and the last thing he wanted was to come home later to a woman's bitchy attitude. Anonymous got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Zenaida was putting on her work out attire for her ten-mile morning run.
Anonymous walked in on his wife in the mid change of clothes. Anonymous licked his lips at the sight of Zenaida’s exposed breast. "God, her ni***es sat perfectly on her breast, he thought as Zenaida had not put on a sports bra. Zenaida looked at Anonymous snidely. "What the hell do you want!?"
"I came to apologize."
"Save your f**king apologies."
"I came to apologize the way you like it," Anonymous replied as he grabbed her by the waist.
"How dare you come in uninvited!"
"With you, I don't need no invitation," Anonymous replied as he pulled her skin-tight spandex past the base of her buttocks.
Anonymous kissed Zenaida's neck, causing her perky pink ni***es to become rock hard. Zenaida quickly took off her spandex pants and turned toward Anonymous. Anonymous lifted Zenaida into his arms and carried her to the room.
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Dione Robinson
