My arranged marriage: Cinthia Zulu

Part 3: She's married?

Cinthia POV

*The fridge is empty what the*

Me: Chris!Chris! * I go upstairs and I hear moans and groans, I guess they're fucking already* agh I will just order pizza

I order and in 40 mins time it gets delivered. Well that was quick. I eat it , the whole of it, phela I was hungry. I drink water then go upstairs to sleep. On my way to my room, Chris's door open and Lizzy leaves the room wearing a short dress and her heels. I notice her taking out something out of her bag, huh it's a ring and she inserts it on her finger on her left hand.

She notices me and quickly hides her left hand

Lizzy: what' you looking at bitch
Me: I'm looking at someone's wife who is going to face her husband with love bites on her neck
Lizzy: wha...yeah so..? You should start minding your own business bitch...and if you dare tell Chris about it, I'ma cut you head off
Me: oow don't worry coz this is definitely getting to Chris's ears
Lizzy: try me
Me: oh I totally understand now it's this dress I'm wearing. Whenever I'm wearing this dress stupid people follow me. And I'm not surprised you're talking to me
Lizzy: you are such a nuisance I don't know how Chris got to marry you *she went out and I just smiled*

I went to my room and showered then lotioned my body and wore my PJ's. I called my sister then my friend . After that I drafted to lala land

Next day I woke up, did my hygiene process and wore my Jean short, my white sport bra and my Adidas Push ins. I went downstairs to eat breakfast and guess what I only found 1 pack of cornflakes and that's it how does this guy survive. I went out to look for a shop and it was not so far away. I bought milk then went back.

Unknown: *whistles*
Me: what?
Unknown: mmmh you some rich meat baby girl
Me: what do you want?
Unknown: ahh nothing much just your 10s
*He smirks*
Me: what if I don't want to give 'em to you
Unknown: well then I won't force. I just want us to be friends
Me: I'm married
Unknown: no not yet
Me: and how do you know?
Unknown: well me and your fiancé we were once friends but a lot of things happened.
Me: like what?
Unknown: I can't tell.
Me: why not? I wanna know.
Unknown: your fiancé is a gangster and we were partners but then I was framed that I had stolen something from him and he wanted to kill my mother. I stopped and he killed my sister and got me short three times on my chest but I survived.
Me: what? I'm sorry I... I didn't know he is...* I notice I'm in front of the house* look I gotta go , I'll see you around
Unknown: your 10s
Me: you'll get them

I go in the house and I quickly run to my room, like guys I'm freaking out. I bump onto a something hard and it was a chest.

Chris: watch where you're going. And why are you running?
Me: I thought my phone was ringing
Chris: but there you have your phone on your hand *stupid stupid me!*
Me: ow yeah I forgot.
Chris: let's go sit down and you tell me where you were.

We sat down

Me: I come from the shop to get milk
Chris: mmhh and what else?
Me: nothing else?
Chris: so you made new friends.
Me: what friends? Dude what are you talking about?
Chris: I need you to get away from that guy you were talking to
Me: why, I mean he's such a cool guy.
Chris: I won't repeat myself Cinthia...
Me: is it because your conscience is eating you cause you killed his sister and you hired hitman to kill him?
Chris:  ow so he's feeding you false information and I noticed that you're hungry and now you eat everything anyone tells you.
Me: so Chris you're a gangster. When were you going to tell me or your family or your girlfriend!
Chris: I'm a quit. I retired from gangster life its dangerous and I'm not ready to die.
Me: you retired?
Chris: yes and whatever that guy's telling you, he's lying. He was my enemy ,and he killed my daughter. I wanted to pay back so I took his sister away and pretended to kill her ,her sister acted  her death and I took her to Australia, his mom I threatened to kill her to frighten him and I also took her away to Australia. I'm not so cold blooded to kill to innocent women. Yeah I did shoot him in his chest three times, I didn't hire a hitman ,I'm my own hitman I don't know how that son of a bitch survived.
Me: ow, I'm sorry for being a jerk. I guess I had to hear both sides of the story. I'll go to eat now.