Breaking Malcolm’s Walls

The tension in the environment felt so familiar as Malcolm had been envisaging it. The piercing eyes of the ladies checking him out, the enchanting giggles he heard from all corners of the room has he strode across to the other end. He received a note from the waiter and smiled mischievously. He never failed to make out time during the weekends to ease the weeks stress off. Today is many of such days. A pretty young woman sat across him at the bar and stretched forth her hands to shook his. “I don’t see you around here”, she said. Malcolm waived at the waiter to get his order. “What can i get you?” He asked. Looking straight into her eyes as if trying to search for her soul and choke her till she went out of breathe. She suddenly coughed lightly disconnecting from his eyes, the search cut short half way. “2 bottles of shots will do”, she smiled wearily still trying o recover from his endearing look. He knows he has that grip and the fire to burn your insides with his eyes. A bottle of champagne and a wine cup was brought with 2 shot glasses. A few other ladies were strolling over to them. She rolled her eyes in anger as she saw them coming. “Hi handsome, one of them called out”, can we join your table? She said. “Well, of course.” Totally ignoring the fact that the question wasn’t meant for her but to the man opposite her who she didn’t even know his name. This is ( She looked at Malcolm as a means to get him to say his name, he glanced at her and then looked away almost as soon as he did). She quickly helped herself by saying he’s Don. “Hey Don, one of them called out. Mind if we join your table?” A twist of his fingers and they got the message, she smiled at him and sat. His appeal was mesmerizing and it pulled in almost every female that walked into the bar that night. He took out his phone to put a call through to Kennedy his driver and older friend for 18 years, he suddenly thought against that. He was probably already in bed so he decided to put a call to his secretary she would be better suited for the job. Kennedy was his driver who also served as a close family member, he had driven him around for 18 years and Kennedy was a wise old man who knew almost all the solutions to his non-business related problems. Samantha was there in the blink of an eye. She went into the club and was fuming as she saw the number of ladies surrounding her boss. She strode in, went to the bartender to clear the bills before picking up her boss’s suit jacket and went to wait in the car. He got in without saying a word. He decided tonight was just a night for drinks as none of the women caught his attention. Fuming Samantha kept glancing at the rear mirror while also trying to concentrate on her driving. Malcolm kept a straight face all through the ride to his mansion. After all he was her boss, she couldn’t question him over his decisions. “The image of the company should come first and as the one to inherit the businesses you shouldn’t be so reckless, what if someone had recognized you? Or a reporter was in there?” She said. “It wouldn’t be hard to identify the man who all the ladies were drooling over.” She added with disdain. He gave her a pat on the shoulder before coming down from the car. She had no choice than to help him with his stuff he had left behind. She went in after him. The white porcelain floor shone under the chandelier. The reflection of the light on the walls of the house also showed that it’s been greatly cared for. The housekeeper was sure doing a good job making the house sparkling clean. The dinning area had a couple of flower vases. On going close to it she saw that they were real flowers. Probably gotten from a flourist. The rose flower was definitely her favorite. It scent filled her nostrils and she closed her eyes to savior it all in. “You’ve had enough tour of the house, you can take your leave.”Close the door behind you. Malcolm said as he took out a red wine from his wine bar. “I guess the night isn’t over for you.”Samantha said as she dropped his belongings on a nearby chair and walked out. ____________________________ The light beam suddenly landed on his face he struggled to get it away from him and he realized that it was daybreak and he had left his glass door open the night before. His bottle of wine and cup still by his bedside. He rolled over to the other side to avoid the light, after another failed attempt he decided to give in to the power of nature over the power of his own will to avoid the light. His tall body stood straight in the mirror as he watched himself in his full glory through his own eyes. He moved to the washing hand basin to clean his mouth, a cold shower followed suit. The rich lather of the soap and the Irish scent of the soap filled his entire room. The last woman who had been to the house with him sent him three months supply of the soap with a cute, hoping to see you again message. He never sees a reason to see a woman twice, after all there are more women in the world than man and he was sure they’ll forever lurk around him for his compelling features. Malcolm, a 6ft 5 man with beautiful brilliant blue eyes that reminded you of the glow of the blue seas under the sunlight. His brunette hair color complimented his slightly colored skin. He’s never had to bother about getting a woman. They couldn’t get enough of him. A knock on the door cut him off from his thoughts. He quickly put on his robe to answer. Of course, it could only be Beatrice,the housekeeper. She had a key to the mansion to herself and she had worked for the family for years. Shortly after his mansion was completed he requested she should be his housekeeper from his mother who sent her over to him straight away. He got her a place of her own so she could have a life outside his family. He has known her ever since he could tell his left from his right. She never got married and he couldn’t tell if she ever had a partner because she was a live-in housekeeper till he asked for her transfer to his mansion. He felt this great sense of responsiblility towards her. “Mr Bane, your meal is ready.” She said to him and turned to leave. She rarely smiled. Even when he bought her her freedom. She only thanked him and he could see a glint of hope in her eyes. Hopefully she’ll be able to do what is important to her. “I will be back to prepare dinner.” she said as she excused herself to leave. “Wait Beatrice, you should take the weekend off I’ll be fine.” Malcolm said as he continued to munch his meal. “Thank you”, Beatrice responded before leaving”. His thoughts went ablaze again because the weekend seemed like it was going to be a long one. He thought to watch a horror movie on Netflix. He woke up 4 hours later realizing he slept off during the movie and his belly was needing food. He decided to stroll down to macdonalds just a few blocks away. He has always eaten healthy and had a fit body so he wasn’t really bothered about hitting the gym. Moreover this is the only time he can have a solitary time to himself. The cool wind hit his face as he was walking down the street his hands in his pant pocket. He hardly saw anyone on the streets as he walked. Cars were speeding off in different directions and he just watched the scenery with keen interest. He was reminded of the days he wanted to be an artist and he would draw various school activities he had managed to capture in his head. He was wondering if he still had any of the paintings with him. His father scolded him a lot because he wanted him to have no other dream than to take over the family business in years to come. He still hated his father for so many reasons. Being the only son and child put alot of responsibilities towards his parents on his shoulders. He had to be the charming son for his mother and the all-knowing son for his father. He was offered a place to sit as he got into macdonalds. He looked up the menu and picked two different meals to whet is appetite. He soon finished up and was about to leave when he sighted one of his old entanglements coming in. All efforts to hide from her was futile, as she recognized him. “We meet again”, she said. Despite having a cold look on, he remembered how badly he cut her off. She just wouldn’t let go. Kept disturbing his phone with calls and text messages. She should have known better than to get hooked. After all it was a one-time thing. She pulled all sort of strings to get at him for rejecting her and that included coming to cause a ruckus at the company which got her arrested. Seeing as they were meeting again. She just didn’t know when to give up. “I still haven’t forgotten how you dumped me Malcolm, just thread carefully because nobody messes with me and gets away with it.” she said as she walked out saying she couldn’t deal with being in the same place as he was. He stood up to leave forgetting he hadn’t paid his bill. “Sir! Sir!!”, the waiter called behind him. You can’t leave without sorting the bills first. This stirred him up some more, this woman managed to embarrass me out here and I also decided to make matters worse he was thinking as he gave him his card. He couldn’t wait to take his leave, he wanted to enjoy a solitary time but that witch managed to find her way to him to almost ruin it. “Well, the day isn’t over. Let’s figure out something exciting to do.” He said as he collected his card and walked out. Pondering on what to do next he ordered an Uber and thought he’ll take a tour round Houston. “I’ll like you to keep driving till I ask you to stop.” He said to the driver. The driver looked back at him and said, “are you sure you would be able to afford the pay at the end of the ride?” “You can count today as your lucky day”, he said as he got in. As he drove past ‘The Museum of Fine Arts’ through Main Street into Bissonnet Street he saw the ‘Cullen Sculpture Museum’. “Would you like to take a short trip inside?” The driver asked. “No, just keep moving.” Malcolm responded to him. He felt today isn’t the day to go in he might as well plan that trip for another day. He just wanted to watch the sceneries, the people, the cars, the beautiful places, seek a deeper human bond than he had ever done. To watch humanity and interpret it in his own words, emotions and feelings, to understand! He realized he never had much fun as a child, he was too busy trying to satisfy us father. A typical authoritative parents who cared less for your thoughts or opinions. You just had to do what he wanted. His mother didn’t have a say either, she supported her husband only that she tried to do it in a more loving way. Either ways he was glad he grew past all of it. The pains he had to hide, the anger, the pressure on him to be excellent! To be up to par! “We are about to get to the ‘Italian Cultural and Community Center”, the driver said looking back at him briefly. “You seem to be familiar with a lot of places around Houston”, Malcolm said. He smiled coyly and replied, “I grew up here and my parents were poor. My dad was a parking lot attendant and my mum was a dishwasher in Mississippi. I know you’re wondering how I happened to grow up in Houston”, he said and gave a weary smile. He paused for a while before continuing. “I promise you are safe with me.” Malcolm said. “ My mum had a sister here in Houston. I am the 2nd child out of 4 children and the little they made couldn’t cater for all of us anymore. They needed to ease the burden and my mother begged her sister to take me in”, he said. “I was not happy to have to leave my family but I was young and was made to believe that I’d be back home soon. I haven’t seen my parents in years now. My aunt was nice to me at first and this continued till I was 18 until her husband filed for divorce, that was such a hard time for her and she never really got over it” he said as he looked away to clean his tears.