I know I told Alice that I was not going to do anything crazy but after wandering around Paris aimlessly for a while on foot, I find myself in front of PSG head office.
I have no idea what I am doing there....
Who am I kidding? Of course, I do
I need my husband even though the only thing he had done for me in these few months of our marriage was throw money at me but I need him.
I need him to tell me that everything was going to be okay. I know I am not getting that from him but the thought of him telling me that is comforting. I watch the sun go down and the street light of Paris come on just standing and watching my husband on the bill board
“You have that look again” a thick hoarse voice said to me and when I turned toward the voice, I saw a really tall dark skinned man. He had a soft smile and that made him look more handsome. He is cute, well-muscled and those tats looked sexy on him. I won’t mind defiling my matrimonial bed to spend one night embraced in those arms
Control your horny self, Bewaji!
“What?”
“I said you have that same look on your face again” He repeated himself.
That accent…
He is British and kind of look familiar but I can’t place the face
“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asked with a smile. He knows me, but how do I not remember him when he looks so fucking familiar. Looking at his wristwatch, am not a wristwatch freak, but I don’t have to be a freak to know he is wearing Gucci. His sneakers… Nike. I don’t know the brand of his t-shirt but he is clothed with designers.
Fuck! He smells so good. He smells like money. His guy is rich and how the fuck do I not know him
“I am sorry” I said in defeat when I came up short
“That is fine… good for me actually” he replied “The other day you were here, you looked both sad and angry but now…. You just look sad. Is Kylian bothering you again?”
“What?” I blurted out. How the fuck does he know that I am married to Kylian? Then he bursted into laughter
“You should see your face” then he laughed more.
Damn!
This dude is handsome and I love the sound of his laughter.
“Forgive me, I am sorry for teasing you like that” he muttered. Okay, he does not know about Kylian. “Just that the last time I saw you, you weren’t so relaxed. I tried pulling you off…” he trailed off
Oh my God! Did he just say he pulled me the last time I was here? He can’t be the blind man
“You were the guy I hit, aren’t you” I let out with utmost remorse. He smiled “I am so sorry, I didn’t know what came over me then”
“It is fine but is that all you remember about me?” I don’t think I met this guy for the first time during my psychotic break, I know him from somewhere else…. but where?
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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...
