Is This What You Call Pain?
Wham! She whacked the ball over the net, then swung her racket again as the small green ball flew back at her. The center of her racket connected with the ball and sent it flying. Her tennis instructor stared at the ball that had just flown over his head and grinned.
"Well Ms. Stone, I don't think I have much more to teach you that you don't already know. Never in all my years have I ever been beaten that quickly" he laughed. Esmeralda put on a smile, covering up the hurt that never left her. It seemed like everyone was leaving her. She stepped inside the nice locker room and delicately began to undress.
"Ms Stone?" a soft female voice called through the door.
"Yes Audrey?" she called back.
"Sayyid wishes to speak with you about your current security plan, and the changes that he suggests. Then your new massage therapist Lisa is due to come. How long will it take you in there Miss?"
"Just a bit. I'll be out in ten minutes" The orphaned billionairess called back, wrapping her ebony ringlets in a towel as she stepped into the cool refreshing shower.
"Sayyid wants you now Ms. Stone" Audrey replied, slightly softer. Esmeralda narrowed her mahogany eyes and they glowed a pale violet, radiating raw power.
"Well then Sayyid will have to wait. Go tell him that I'm not ready yet Audrey" she said, her voice soothing and hypnotic. There was pause as her voice subtly manipulated Audrey's mind.
"Yes Miss" Audrey murmured dreamily, turning to leave. Esmeralda's eyes returned to their normal mahogany color and she smiled.
"Poor Audrey" she murmured to herself, "I really do feel sorry for her. I suppose it is for the best. She's too loyal to Sayyid, the little-" she stopped herself, then smiled again, "No way for a lady to speak" she mimicked her old governess. Then the smile slipped off her face as she remembered why that governess had left. And who had sent her away. She leaned against the back of the shower and whimpered. They were dead. Her mother and father were dead. She would never see them again. Her mother would never give her an Eskimo kiss on the cheek so as not to ruin her own make up. Her father would never call her his little Elda and ruffle her hair. Tears dripped from her mahogany eyes as she stood in the shower, remember what she had lost.
TBC
A.N: Hope it's realistic. More to come soon. I've been wanting to write this forever.