sky frasier. one.

[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

@ john le roux every third wednesday of the month

[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

I made it very clear from the beginning that I never wanted kids. I also made it very clear to John Le Roux that I was not interested in having an affair with a married man, but that didn't work out to my liking either.

There's not a maternal bone in my body - you can thank my own deadbeat mother for that hereditary trait. You wouldn't be feeling clucky either if you spent any time around Sunny Le Roux. I'm glad nobody knows she's my kid, really. An absolute horror, just like her mothe- her father. I hear she's got a knack for breaking people's fingers and I bet she'd break all of mine if she found out who I was. 

Being a secret love affair slash child bearer pays well. John wanted a kid and I wanted to get paid, it worked out nicely. Faking a deathly illness for 7 months wasn't the easiest but all the nurses coming in and out of my house to 'run tests' did most of the covering up for me. I even got to keep my job after it all. A clean-cut deal, no messiness, no loose ends or strings attached. The cheques keep coming and I keep quiet. There's a reason I got into finance in the first place. John Le Roux might have kept me there for a while, but I was always good at my job - even before I started drafting up contracts for myself.

Oh don't look at me like that. I was twenty-three and worked the Le Roux books and I fell in love with my boss for a little bit. My bad! I've always been attracted to chaotic things. John Le Roux wasn't a bad boy. He was good at his job and he had more drive than anyone I'd ever met. But he was fierce, almost violently so. Feral with an idea from start to finish. He had to get his way. I told him I wasn't interested, and he backed off, but we both knew I was lying. It took two more months before I fell asleep in the lion's den and woke up in the arms of a king. I was young and dumb and thought I was in love - well, maybe I was, for a moment there.

He begged me to keep her. I told him no. He said he would keep her a secret like the others, and in that moment I fell out of the lion's den as something cat, something wolf, something else entirely from when I had entered. I was not the first and I wouldn't be the last and I told myself I didn't care, but deep down I dd. I think that's why I kept her. I said I didn't care, but I stopped myself from getting rid of my problem. Instead I turned it into a solution, a means to an end. I had something within me that John Le Roux wanted - not my heart, but it would keep paying long after I'd sealed that up again.

She was going to be a secret. Had to be. There was too much risk: my genes would be a dead giveaway. But she arrived kicking and screaming - after fighting me and my body for nine long months - and she had the thickest mop of blonde hair atop her head like a golden crown and the greenest eyes you ever saw.

John Le Roux and his wife took her from me that day, a few scribbles and dotted lines promising to pay double what we'd agreed on. Again, I pretended that I didn't care - for the most part. Feeling empty was a strange melancholy I battled for the next few months. Everyone thought it a side-effect of my faux illness, but only I knew the truth of its origin. At one point I almost missed the nausea, the migraines, the aching and the bloating and the exhaustion. I had a purpose, and I'd served it. The cheques helped me get by but I still felt like a skeleton, a discarded carcass left to rot outside of the den.

He got his lion girl - but she was also part wolf. I don't think he'd thought of that. Lines carved through his face that year, ingrained deeper and deeper the older she got. In the office he grinned through exhausted eyes about his little girl, how she howled throughout the night no matter what they did. I sat very still, very quiet. Summoned up enough courage to joke about never having kids. He didn't even blink at that. Neither did I.

John told us her name and I stopped breathing for a second.

Sunny.

From the sky. How clear it was to me - how oblivious everyone else was. Our plan had worked perfectly. Nobody suspected a thing. In time I heard their truth so many times I started to believe it myself. The days got brighter, and my melancholy passed, and soon I was back to normal.

I put myself back together and told myself I'd never be a mopey bitch again. Shit happens, but I'd be fine. I had eighteen years of guaranteed income and no doubt more where that came from. It was fun, spending his money. Got myself a nice little apartment, nice enough to forget all about him and his family. Nice enough to forget my part in its creation. I left that job when a better one came along - didn't even hand in my notice. I just stopped showing up, let him be the one to figure it out. I'm a petty bitch - always have been, always will be.

Our paths would cross briefly, but never collided. The only communication we had was a shared glance from across the room and the sweet sound of his money depositing into my bank account. If there was word any of his children would be around I avoided the place, made up excuses, turned up after the Le Rouxes had left. In time, leaving was second-nature. You tell yourself a lie so many times it eventually becomes your truth.

Told myself I was strong enough to let them take her away. In time, I believed it. And the money helped, never worrying about paying rent or bills or skipping a fancy dinner. I filled myself up with nice things and got a nice wardrobe and I laughed when people asked if I had a sugar daddy. "Something like that," and a wink, a kiss. You tell yourself a lie enough times it becomes the truth. You tell other people and it becomes gospel.

So I let them talk about me, say whatever they want. Some of it's true, some of it's bullshit, but at least nobody knows the real truth. As far as they know I'm a childless bachelorette without a kind bone in my body. Not half wrong, but I'll take it.

Just don't say it to my face, unless you want all your fingers broken. That's a rumour that I'll happily confirm for you.

[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

a hot-head? in MY good character directory???

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[jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo.]

* taps ripred_bot * is this thing on???

[Dana Lheureux D9F [Tom]]

SCREAM! Stan Sky, but my god this is gorgeous and I love the concept! GAHHHHH GREAT JOB!