Here is a fun story I wrote for my Literature & Composition class. Fictional tale of two somewhat lovers. Read until the end, you are in for a treat.
Mistress
By Natalie Fraser
Olivene has spent the night at her friend Shemar’s lavish penthouse condominium. The tender and care from Shemar was the remedy Olivene needed after a long 8-hour workday. Dinner cooked by Shemar’s personal chef, prime ribs with a garden salad; dressed with her favourite guava dressing, and the finest chardonnay to drink. The magical night continued in bed with a homemade carrot cake for dessert and hot, steamy lovemaking.
Olivene finally returned home the next day after a beloved night. Her apartment greets her with the strong smell of dingy clothes, dirty dishes and burnt cigar shavings. Her motivation to clean came from remembering the night before.
“Why am I being treated this way? Get a hold of yourself girl! Shemar would never treat me like this.”
Olivene is a nurse for a local 24-hour Walk-In medical center. Someone calls in sick; Olivene works a double. Her personality trait screams peaceful phlegmatic. Best described as soft spoken, kind hearted and humble.
“Clive, please wake up. I need to get the groceries. Can you clean up?” she said while shaking her husband, Clive.
Clive was passed out from a night of playing poker, smoking cigars and drinking loads of alcohol with his friends. This was typical behaviour for Clive, selfish and self-righteousness would be common behaviours. He felt as though he was the alpha male, head of household.
Back in college, Clive was the man on campus. He was captain of the school basketball team, held a 4.0 GPA, head of his fraternity; a real man. Unfortunately, he suffered a serious ankle injury, which cost him his potential NBA spot and the love of the game.
Clive came from a family of wealth and didn’t really have to earn a living. He didn’t work and lived off his trust fund for years. Lately Olive was paying for most of the bills. He overlooked that fact and would expect her to perform her wife duties on a daily basis while working full time.
Olivene’s boss and co-workers would be coming over for dinner and she wanted to make sure the house was sparkling.
“Can’t you see I am sleeping? Jeeze Louise! Can’t a brother sleep in for once,” shouted Clive.
Olivene comes from a large family. Being the eldest of eight siblings, she had never experienced time of her own. Coming from an oppressed home of her father constantly cheating on her mother and alcoholism abuse. While studying at the University of the West Indies, she had a lot of responsibility riding on her shoulders.
Olivene met Clive six years prior when he took a month’s trip to Jamaica. Clive rented a small studio at one of the tourist resorts. There they spent the nights together on the beach dancing the days away. Within the first week Olive gave herself to him.
A week after Clive left, Olivene applied for a student visa for Princeton University to finish her nursing degree. Six short months later in September, Olivene, was on a plane headed to New Jersey having been granted a student visa to complete her degree. Clive was shocked to hear she was on her way to study abroad. He lived close to her campus and visited her weekly while she lived on residence. Throughout her undergrad, Clive would spend the nights helping Olivene study and was very supportive of her.
Olivene completed her Bachelor of Nursing degree on the Dean’s list and was class valedictorian. On The night of her graduation dinner in front of their close friends, Clive got down on one knee and proposed. A week later, they tied the knot at city hall. They concluded the night with a small reception.
“Please remember my supervisor Charlie Connor and my co-workers are coming over for dinner. I’m going to get the groceries, be back soon.”
There was a higher paid position available that had her name all over it. Olivene knew after hosting a lovely dinner, the position would practically be handed to her.
Clive ignored her and continued sleeping. She shook her head and went back to cleaning. She went to the store, and picked up the necessary ingredients for dinner.
Finally, she reached home with multiple bags in hand. She called Clive from the driveway to see if he could help bring in the groceries. Ring….ring…..ring….ring, goes to the answering machine. Olivene goes inside and unloads the groceries. The house is in the same condition, dirty and cluttered. Olivene cleans the entire place and cooks a scrumptious Jerk Chicken dinner with rum fruit cake for desert.
Within fifteen minutes of everyone arriving, Clive comes downstairs looking refreshed. With a crisp white shirt, red tie, black dress pants and shiny dress shoes.
“What’s that heavenly smell? Oh it’s the food you are cooking. Awesome! Why can’t you cook like this on a regular basis?” He asks.
Olivene shook her head in disappointment.
“Glad you like it. Please set the table and turn off the food in five. I’m going to get ready.”
Olivene showered and came down to see the table set. Everyone arrived within minutes. Olive’s boss and co-workers had little clue about the tensions or abuse that lurked beneath Olivene and Clive’s relationship. Clive played his part well. Everyone enjoyed the evening. Olivene’s boss, Charlie stood up and announced that Olive was one of the top favourites for the promotion.
Clive proposed a toast.
“Here’s to a wonderful woman!”
Olivene sipped her champagne and thought about the celebratory intense intercourse she would be receiving from Shemar that night.
After the night ended, everyone left and Olivene began to clean up the dinner table. She had happy thoughts about the new position she would hopefully be chosen for. If chosen she would receive a substantial bump in her salary.
The new position would give her a transfer to the major hospital of the area as the head of the nurse’s station within the neurology department. Her thoughts were interrupted by the smell of a cigar and heavy cologne.
“Olive, I’m headed out for a night with the boys. Don’t wait up for me, I’m not wasting this outfit.” Shemar yelled from upstairs.
“Dis dutty bwoy tek me fi joke. Yuh tink seh ah me gonna wait fuh yuh? Ha! You musi mad.” Said Olive in her native Patois language.
Did you say something?
“No, I think you are hearing things. Maybe it’s all that champagne you drank. See you in a week. Have fun with the boys.”
Olivene chuckled as she finished packing the dishwasher. She knew by his tone of voice he would be gone for a few days. Probably to Vegas, his usual stomping ground. Thankfully she booked off some time off work, she could have some peace and quiet.
Clive left the house without even a goodbye. Typical behavior of his ungrateful and unappreciated character. Olivene finished cleaning the apartment and got ready for her night of excitement. She put on a sexy red halter dress showing off her hourglass figure. She curled her hair in ringlet curls and used her favourite J’adore by Christian Dior perfume. Freshly painted nails, vibrant red lipstick and diamond gold hoops accented her outfit.
Shemar arrived at the house and let himself in with his key.
“Hey Olive, I’m here. I can still smell the food from earlier. Smells great—
He couldn’t finish his sentence; it was cut off by the sound of clicking stilettos. Olive gracefully walked into the room awaiting Shemar’s reaction.
“Rhaatid! Hot gyat ah hot gyal.”
“I see that I have been teaching you well. Your Patois is getting better.”
She said while greeting him with a hug and passionate kiss.
“Here I saved you a plate. Let’s get out of here and enjoy a few days at your place.
“I have a better idea, let’s take a short trip. Anywhere you like.”
The couple initially met back home many years ago. Four years prior Shemar visited the clinic to treat a wound. Olivene wrapped the bandage around his wrist smooth yet firm. The way Shemar looked at her made her feel empowered. He joked and complimented her on her work. This gave her a good feeling inside, making her feel wanted. Most importantly, that she was creating a difference one person at a time.
Olivene was the nurse who treated his wound and he insisted they stayed in touch. They have always had an attraction towards each other and kept a good relationship. Shemar was the owner of a private airline. He would often fly Clive and Olivene around the city for no charge. Of course, Clive had no idea.
“I have always wanted to see Paris.”
“Alright, get your passport and a couple things, I will tell Marcus to fuel and warm up the jet.”
Olivene didn’t tell her husband she left the country, she knew he wouldn’t notice her missing. Seven days went by and Olivene still had not returned home. Clive became furious because he was tired of the parties at the house and the escorts he hired. He was craving some more of the food Olive cooked a week prior.
On the eight day, Olivene returned home after a week of wining, dining and the best romance she had ever experienced. At that moment, she vowed to herself that it was time for a change. She wanted to start fresh just like her career. Olivene retained Shemar’s most trusted lawyers and realtors and began her change. All within 6 weeks she drafted up divorce papers and put her apartment on the market. Clive had no idea what was going on. He continued his verbal abusive ways and had no idea what he had coming to him.
Clive came home from another night out with his buddies. He was slightly hung over and reeked of cheap stripper’s perfume and booze. When he walked in the door he seen three large manila envelopes with a letter on top addressed to him from a lawyer’s office.
Before he could read it, the phone range.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Clive Wilson.?”
“Yeah who I am I speaking with”
“This is Harry Rottman, Attorney at law. Please listen carefully to these instructions. You will see three envelopes on your kitchen table. The first one is a divorce settlement. Inside there is information on counsel Mrs. Wilson hired for you. There are no fees for your representation. The second is a restraining order for you to not go anywhere near my client Mrs. Wilson within 1000 yards. The third envelope contains the realtor information on the sale of Mrs. Wilson’s apartment. You will need to vacate the apartment with all your belongings within 30 days. After signing the divorce agreement, you will receive a $15,000 cheque. This money is not owing to you since you didn’t contribute to the household. Consider it a gift for yourself. That is all the money you will receive. The letter explains all this information in detail. You have every right to refuse this information I am giving and file a counter lawsuit. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to call my office. The phone number is on the letter. Have a good day.” Click-
Clive stood there dumfounded.
“I’m gonna kill this Bitch!”
He hung up the phone and looked over the information and contacted the counsel Olive provided. After meeting with the attorney, Clive insisted he should sue Olivene for millions of dollars for giving him emotional distress. His attorney explained he had no grounds or evidence. No contribution to the household, had not been employed for years to pay for legal fees and did not own any possessions with his spouse; everything was in her name. The cars, the credit cards/bank accounts, and the apartment.
“Take the deal Mr. Wilson, you do understand you are fighting a battle you cannot win. Your wife has the strongest representation in the state of New York. Also, she’s giving you money that’s not rightfully yours. Take the deal, find employment and support yourself.”
Clive signed the necessary documents and left the office. He was in complete shock of how is life came crashing down in a matter of months. Pondering if he really did love Olive and didn’t really appreciate her presence. The next few days Clive received his $15,000 and left the apartment never to be seen again.
Once Olivene got the news of Clive accepting the proposal, she was excited. Finally, she can live a life of happiness with her new spouse. She called Shemar into the room and gave him the good news.
“Thank you for everything babe, now I can finally be myself.”
“No problem my love, I am glad your nightmare has finally ended. Now let’s celebrate with some champagne.”
“No drinks for me, I will take some apple juice.”
Shemar looked at her strange. He wondered why she was continuously refusing her favourite champagne.
“You’re probably wondering why I haven’t had a drink in a while. Well, I have a surprise for you.”
She pulled out an ultrasound photo. Shemar’s eyes opened wide and was in complete shock. The two danced the night away in excitement. Seven months later they welcomed a beautiful baby girl name Lia Rose Williams into the world.
She was very beautiful, a perfect combination of Olivene and Shemar. The new family lived happily ever after never to experience the nightmare of Clive again.
Natalocks 