The harbour master helped me up from the boat and then helped Alice before we walked into the private parking lot. I am not going lie, I enjoyed the boat ride from the glass mansion into Paris. It was relaxing at the same time refreshing. Jude drove into the street of Paris in my second car. I think it is a Benx but I am not too sure.
I am going to a hair salon Isa recommend for me to get my hair done. The rest of the glass house occupant are getting ready for Kylian’s arrival. Words cannot express the happiness that I feel in every corner of my soul, knowing that today, I would finally be intimate with my husband
About thirty minutes later, my head was under the tutelage of a hair master having a bow straight weave on sewn into my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I could barely recognize the image that looks back at me. I never looked this beautiful before. Mama was right, a woman’s beauty is her hair.
I walked out of the salon into the mall it was located and walked toward the entrance
“Wait” Alice said with her phone to her ear. She sighs loudly when her call was not picked “I can’t get across to Jude, wait here and let me go look for him”
“Okay” I nodded and she left. I watched her as she walked away and then my eyes caught the most beautiful lingerie I have ever seen in my life. I moved closer to it and I imagined myself in it, Kylian seeing me in it that. I could feel the soft smile envelope my face at the thought of Kylian's eyes eating me alive in this and getting hard at my sexy sight
“Hot, isn’t it?” A soft angelic voice said in French and I turned towards it. A young blonde woman in her twenties.
Slim, tall but because of the heel she is rocking. Without the heel, I am sure we would be on the same height. Long soft hair, blue eyes, flat tummy… this woman is gorgeous. I am sure these are the kind of women Fazya wanted for her son
“Yes, it is” I replied in the little French I know. Then she said something else in French that I didn’t get
“I am sorry, my French is bad” I confessed
“I said get it. I am sure your husband will love to see you in that” she translated in English
How did she know I am married? I think she saw my confusion
“Your ring” she pointed to the ring on my finger.
“Of course” I responded softly “This is your store” she nodded “You think he will love it?”
“Even Kylian Mbappe will grow hard in a second seeing you in this”
I am sure it was just an example but I could stop myself from blushing
“You have more of this?”
“Yes, come in, let me show you around” She lead the way in
I looked through her products and I found myself selecting as many as possible. I hand my card to the lady’s sales rep while another helped me to park my purchases
“Did you just arrive in France” She inquired with a bright smile
“Yes, about two months ago”
“Where are you from?”
“Nigeria”
“I hope settling down isn’t hard for you and your husband”
“My husband is French, I am the Nigerian”
“Oh wow! How did you two meet?”
“Long story” I said with a chuckle
“How do you find France?”
“Lonely” I blurted out. Fuck! I shouldn’t be saying that to someone I just met. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t said that”
“It is fine” she assured me
“France is not what I thought it was going for me”
“Your husband is not helping you settle down”
“My husband has not been home in a long time but he is coming home today” For some weird reason, It felt comfortable talking about my pent-up frustration
“Some marital dispute?”
“Kind of… I just hope after tonight, he would stay”
She smiled “How about we try and make him stay”
“What?”
“Wait here” she said and left the store. The phone rings and I picked up. It was Alice asking where I was and I directed her to the store. The woman comes in later and hands me a box
“What is this?”
“Open it” she answered as she looked through the stuff I bought. I open the box and I saw a perfume. I spray some on my hand and inhaled.
Wow! This smells good
“This smells good” I complimented
“Arousing is what I would call it” She stated as she hands me a lingerie from the pile I bought. “You should use the perfume this night and wear this. You look beautiful without any make-up. I promise you, your husband will stay after tonight”
“Thank you” I put the perfume back into its case and carried duffle bag which holds what I bought
“You are welcome” she grinned “I didn’t catch your name”
“Bewa Bendal”
“Bewaji Bendal?”
“How did you know?” I asked with a smile
“It sounds familiar” she deadpanned and at that moment, Alice comes in
“Are you done?”
“Yes”
“Alice?” The woman uttered with surprise
“Fran…” Alice opened her mouth in shock as she looked at me fearful.
“You two know each other” I asked and I watch the smile on this woman’s face drain out
“Is she Kylian’s….?” She knows Kylian too. Wait a minute. Is that contempt I detect in her voice?
“You two know each other?” I questioned them. Alice match forcefully towards me and dragged me out of the store.
“Wait!” she kept dragging me. “Let me go” I yelled and this time I combined all of my energy and got myself out of her grip
“What is the problem? I am just meeting a friend”
“You are no friend to her” she hollered and walked away.
What the fuck does that mean? What the hell is going on? How did that woman know Kylian is married? Are they related to each other. Deep down, I knew I was not getting the answer to my question anytime soon or maybe even ever.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY
Published on: 21/04/2024
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The Chronicles of Bewa
Fiksi Penggemar"The Chronicles of Bewa" unfolds the gripping narrative of a young Nigerian woman who defied the odds, marrying her celebrity crush against a mere 0.1% chance. She believed her troubles had come to an end, but what appeared to be a dream come true...
