TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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👧Tajea POV 👧

So it's been four days since Nik and I have been apart. And honestly, it felt like forever. But he had to go take care of some important business stuff in some place called Josie Repo. Or else he wouldn't have been allowed to leave my side for so long.

Of course, he wanted to take Little Nik and me along with him. However, there was a school trip to this tourist resort all the way in another country that little Nik wanted so badly to attend with his little friends. And there was no way this mother was going to let her boy out of her sight for two whole days. Therefore, I went with him. And it's a good thing I did.

Let's just say that this girl had the most wonderful experience of her whole damn life there. My little boy did too. We were given the ultimate VIP package. Treated like real-life royalties, if not better. Damn, I loved every second of it there.

I guess hooking up with your filthy rich boss has its perks. If not for Nik, how else could I afford to go to a place like that and get spoiled by all its amazing first-class services? And on a private jet at that. Girl was living the life.

Anyway, back to how much I'm missing Nik a lot. His touch. His kiss. Climbing Mount Nik.

And even though I hear from him every time he gets the chance to talk with me, which is a hundred times or more a day.

OK, I'm exaggerating a bit. But we talked a lot over the phone. From the day he left until earlier today. He informed me he was going to take care of some boring stuff at his dad's house and then be here by the latest 3 p.m. Still, that wasn't enough to fill the void his absence left within me.

I'm literally on the verge of going crazy, hungry for some sweet romance.

He better be prepared for all this when he gets here. I can assure you, this girl is going to get wild. Do all the things I've been fantasizing about doing to him during his seemingly endless absence.

However, Nik didn't make it home in the time he promised to be here. I tried to get to him via his cell phone tons of times as the hours went by, but I got voicemails every time.

Did Nik run off with some tramp, leaving me behind? Humph. Girl, don't be silly. Nik doesn't want to die. Not to mention, he's not that kind of man.

Where the fuck is he, then? Not answering my calls. Making me so damn worried about him. When I see him, he won't hear the end of this.

Out of desperation and frustration, I called McCarty to find out if Nik stopped by his house after his flight back here, to which he replied no. But I didn't find that satisfying enough, so I found my way to McCarty's house just to be sure. To see for my damn self that Nik wasn't there. And he wasn't.

I demanded that he call Nik with his phone, and he tried seven times but got no answer.

Oh, no. Something is wrong. This isn't like Nik at all. But somehow McCarty managed to convince me that Nik's cell phones might be dead, on silent mode, or some sh*t. That Nik will call us back when he sees the hundred missed calls.

And that there might be some delay in Nik's flight. And he might arrive in the night or the next morning. But none of that happened.

Damn, this. I'll go find Nik myself.

I was gearing up to leave with one of Nik's drivers out to Josie Repo City early the next morning, but McCarty and Regina stopped me. Saying it would take a whole day to get there via a car. But I didn't care if it took months or years. Even if I had to ride a horse or walk a thousand miles, I'd get there and find that prick.

McCarty then offered to take us on his private jet. That prick—why didn't he say that in the first place? Wasting my damn time. Anyway, we got to Josie Repo City three hours later.

Oh, and I left little Nik in Kenneth and his grandmother's care. So I don't have to worry too much about him.

As soon as we landed at Phoenix Airport, and yeah, it's owned by Nik. We met up with the CEO, Mr. Dean Flint, a good friend of McCarty and Nik, it seems.

Now, this is where sh*t gets seriously crazy. According to this Flint guy, Nik boarded a flight there on his private jet yesterday at 11:30 a.m. But unfortunately, the plane started to malfunction while in the sky, and they have lost all contact with it for several hours now. And that the airport is doing everything within its power to find the missing plane. Even the law enforcers are involved.

What the heck? I grabbed that man so hard. Is he saying that, Nik? No. He must be lying to me.

"Where is Nik?" I shook the life out of him. McCarty and Regina had to pull me off the guy.

Telling me to calm down. To hell with that.

You know what? Maybe Nik got on the plane, but he forgot something and got off before it took off yesterday. OK. That's stupid. But what should I believe? That Nik died in a plane crash?

No. That's not an option. He must still be at his dad's house, asleep, or something. Yeah, that has to be it.

However, I have no clue where that is. Luckily, McCarty knew where the place was, and I demanded that he take me there despite his hesitations.

And man, this house is even bigger than Nik's house. A palace. Just what is it with rich people and huge houses? Do they even use or need all that room? Doubt it.

The place was well secured with cameras and armed guards. But when we introduced ourselves to the guards, we gained access immediately.

I interrogated the head guard about Nik's whereabouts. To which he replied that the last time he spoke with Mr. Phoenix was yesterday before he left around eleven a.m. to go catch his flight at the Phoenix Airport.

No. No. No. No. Heck no. Lord, please let him be alright. I can't lose him now. I just got him.

No. Nik can't be gone. He's alright, somewhere. I don't know where. Safe. He better be, or I'll kill him.

"Nik, you better stop playing. This is not funny." This crazy girl searched every damn room in this house. And still, no Nik.

Oh Lord, this can't be happening right now. My tears came flowing down. And when I think about Little Nik, how devastated he will be about this. Oh no, my poor boy.

This is not real. I'm dreaming, and any minute now I'll wake up. I just need to close my eyes and count to three. Open them to return to reality.

One... two... three. Open. It seems like I'm still asleep.

Wake up, Taj!

Wake the F up!

Wake up!

Soon, I could no longer feel my feet, and I came tumbling down like an old, tired building. Luckily, McCarty and the crying Regina were there to catch me. Hold me in place.

Nik is dead. My lover is dead. And I didn't get to spend enough time with him. To tell him how much I love him. I really do love him. How much I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Now it's too late. Damn it.

Why did I have to play so hard to get? Why didn't I? This is so cruel. I finally fell in love for real this time, only to have my heart broken.

It seems I'm not meant to be happy. It seems I was destined to be bitter and alone for the rest of my life.

Aaahh!!!!