To save me the embarrassment I didn’t care to save myself from, the lingerie lady dragged me into her store. She watched me cry myself out without consoling me and when I finally stopped crying not because I got tired of it but because there was no more tears to cry out, she moved closer to me and said
“What happened?” and then like a tap, I spilled everything that has happened me since I met Kylian, including my time at the hotel, my almost annulment, the deal I made and unlike a tap that can be stopped, nothing stopped my mouth. I told her things that should be kept secret but in my defence, I needed to talk to someone or I am at a risk of running mad.
With so much indifference, she looked at me and asked
“Is that all?”
I nodded cleaning the snug in my nostrils away
“I can't believe you have the whole world at your feet and here you are whining like a five year old?” She stated with a wrathful voice. I looked up gobsmacked, did she not hear anything I just said
“Did you not hear what I just said” I complained
“I did” she replied angrily “I heard that you are married to one of the best footballers in the world, I heard that even though you don’t deserve it, your net worth is about seven millions dollar and there is a high possibility of that increasing. I heard that even if Kylian divorce you today, you walk away a millionaire and all you just have to do is maintain his good reputation and have his babies but you are here crying about the life that most women will die for, me included” She looked so pissed off as she shouted at me
Oh my God! Is this what money can do? Because of money, the rich can get away with doing so many immoral things, is that it?
“So, you don’t think he is wrong?”
“I don’t care about Kylian, I care about how you are wasting away the opportunity you have been given just because Kylian won’t come and fuck you” She yelled at me as she swing up from her seat and I sank into the soft cushion I was sitting
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your life, even if Kylian comes and fuck you. Is that it for you? Are you just going to live the rest of your life as Kylian’s wife and his baby factory” she lamented at me enraged
All of a sudden, I felt pathetic. Do I have nothing better to do with my life? I have dreams, I have things I want to accomplish in my life that didn’t include Kylian but it seems that I have let the dream of a life I could have with Kylian overshadow the dreams of what I want for myself.
I was jolt out of my head by the lingerie lady as she pulled me up still enraged
“I asked you a question, fucking answer me. Do you have nothing better to do with your life except for wait….”
“Of course I do” I cut in sharply. “I want to become an Oscar winning screenwriter, I want to own some successful business. I have dreams too” I cleaned the tears that resume from my eyes
Her gaze went soft and she held my two hands
“Then work on them” She whispered “You have the means to that now and if it is not enough, ask Kylian to invest in you. He will love to do for you instead of you hounding him for sex”
“Then what about Kylian, I want to live a peaceful and loving life with him, that is also part of my dreams too”
“Let him go” she stated with so much indifference as I gasped and started whimpering “I know it is hard but the man does not want you. It is so obvious and I don’t want you to waste your life waiting for him”
“Then what should I do? What is the point of my life if I can't even have the man I love with me” I cried so hard
“Accomplish your dreams and since you really want Kylian so bad, I suggest you inseminate yourself with his semen”
“Oh God!” I exclaimed
“I know it is hard but when you have his kids, you will have a part of him with you and with time you will forget you ever loved a man called Kylian Mbappe” she concluded and I burst into tears and this time around, she brought me into her arms
“Everything is going to be okay, I promise you” she consoled me. My phone rang and I saw Alice as the caller ID. I picked the call
“Come down to the ground floor, am on my way out” I said, then hung up the call. “I need to go”
She nodded and collected my phone from me. Few seconds later she handled it back to me
“I saved my contact as Frances, anytime you need to talk, I will be here”
I nodded and left
As I entered my room, a pissed off Alice entered the room with me
“What did you tell Frances?” she inquired angrily. I understand where she is coming from. My life with Kylian was suppose to be a secret but I am not going to lie, talking to Frances lightened me and I am not going to let this French bitch rob me of that
“I don’t think it is your business”
“Your welfare is my business, so tell me what you told her so that I can fix the trouble you got yourself into again” she bellowed
“I had a talk with a friend, how is that a problem for you to fix?”
“She is no friend to you” she stated
“Oh really, because I could swear you said I was no friend to her a month ago” I responded and scoffed loudly “You need to get your stories straight”
“She is really no friend to you”
“Why?”
“That is all I am going to say”
“You know since I got into this God forsaken country, she is the only one that ever treated me like a friend and there you are telling me that she is not my friend” I muttered “Then who is, you?”
“Not everyone that smile and laugh to you is your friend, Bewaji. I need you to remember that all time”
“All of a sudden you care about me, is that it?”
“Stay the fuck away from Frances” She threatened and left.
“I think you are just mad that I found someone that cares about me” I yelled at the door after she left before entering my closet in frustration
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY
Published on: 05/05/2024
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The Chronicles of Bewa
Fanfiction"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...
