I sat behind the wheel of my car before a black electric gigantic gate waiting for Marcus. After spending hours in front of the PSG’s headquarters waiting to see if I would meet Marcus, I was informed by the security guard on duty that the players were not coming for training today.
That actually makes sense, when they have a match the day before, they rest the next day.
After finally realizing that I wasn’t going to meet Marcus by chance the way we met during our earlier meetings, I mustered up the courage to call Joy to ask for his home address. She was reluctant at first and opt to give me his phone number to call him first before just showing up in his house. But I needed to see him first physically and apologize, that way he would understand that I am really sorry for the way I acted toward him.
Of course, I was also worried that he won’t want me coming over to his house if I called him first but I didn’t tell Joy that.
I have been sitting here for over an hour waiting, his security guard informed me he wasn’t home. I knew this would happen but I would rather wait in front of his house not knowing when he was coming back than going back to my own house.
Getting Alice to let me leave the house alone today was pretty easy because she could see that I needed to be alone but Jude and Maria on the other hand were against me leaving alone. They were insistent on having Esaias go with me and I had to threaten to throw myself over the balcony if they don’t let me be alone. Then, they threaten to call Fazya if I refused to let someone go with me
“Don’t you get it, Bewa, we get punished when you mess up. We can’t let you do anything to jeopardize our source of living” Maria bursted out angrily to my face this morning
And there, I thought we were a family, all along I was just a source of living to this family.
My feelings don’t matter, my dreams don’t matter, I am just a child they have to babysit for their master
“Fine, Alice can come with me” I surrendered in defeat
The moment we got to the parking lot in Paris, I entered the car first and locked it. She tried to open it but the door won’t bulge. I drove off amidst her loud complaints.
So here I am hours later in the front of the house of a man who is not even aware of my visit and at that moment, a familiar Lamborghini truck drove pass my car. I ran out of my car leaving the car door open towards the truck
“Marcus!” practically screaming his name as I moved closer but before I could reach the truck, the gate opened, the truck moved and the gate closed
I stopped and looked at the gate in shock trying my absolute best to keep myself from falling apart.
Did he not see me?
Did he not hear me?
Maybe the Lamborghini truck was soundproofed?
A quaking fear floods my chest as I watch the gate that stand between my happiness and I. My heart aches with pain at the fact that Marcus didn’t want to see me anymore. I must have really hurt him
I raised my head up in time to see the wicket gate open and Marcus came out with a warm smile on his face
“Are you hungry?” he asked warmly
The aching relief that poured through my body sent the prodding tears behind my eye out at a pressure I could not control. I burst down in tears and the next second, I was in Marcus’s arm
“Hey! Calm down” he comforted me softly
“I am sorry, Marcus, I am really sorry”
Now in a better state of mind, I toured Marcus’s house and I must say he has good taste. I entered the kitchen where Marcus was in apron trying to make us pasta and my emphasis on trying. I don’t think this man can cook to save his life from what I am seeing, he was watching youtube videos to cook ordinary pasta
“You know I can help you with that”
“I know how this looks but I gat it under control”
“Oh! You do” I teased him
"I am not... what is the name of that famous chef you told me about again?"
"Hilda Baci"
“Yeah, Hilda Baci" he commented in his thick British accent with a lovely smile on his face
"I am not Hilda Baci but I know how to make pasta. I watched my mom do that when I was a boy”
“If you know what to do, then why Youtube?”
“Because my cooking skills are rusty” he whispered
“Rusty ehh!” I laughed
“You can’t fault me, I don’t really have the time to cook anymore”
“I am not, let me help”I stretched my hand to the tomatoes on the kitchen slabs
“This is my house, I should be cooking for you” Marcus slapped my hand off
“I am just going to be cutting some tomatoes and onions, you are still the lead chef... I will follow your lead” I suggested “Trust me, this would be fun”
“Fine” he surrendered. So I draw the bowl with the tomatoes to myself and started slicing
“I am going to assume you have a chef” I stated and he nodded in affirmation “Then, where is she?”
“He, I gave him the day off. I was going to eat out today before Joy called me that you were waiting for me”
“Come on! After begging her, I can’t believe she still rat me out” I groaned her. I trusted her
“You should be grateful that she did, I was going to spend the whole day at Fatima’s, helping Abdul with their nursery and then at night, I have a birthday party to attend”
“Nursery?”
“They are expecting” he affirmed my suspicion
“Wow!” I exclaimed with a beaming smile “Congratulations to them, a lot has happened since the last time I saw them”
“I know you gat issues with me but I can’t believe you just left the band like that, they are your friends too”
“I didn’t think I would be welcome after what happened with us and about what happened... I am sorry, I don’t have any issues with you, I can never have issues with you” I clarified
“Then what happened?” he asked softly without judgement or hatred in his voice
“My husband won’t love our friendship and for my marriage, I had to end it even though I hurt myself in the process”
“And now?”
“I don’t give two fuck about what he thinks anymore”
“Are you in danger? Is he abusive?”
I chuckled
“I don’t think you can be abusive to someone who is insignificant to you”
“Will you be okay?”
Will I be okay?
“I think I will be when I stop caring. When I stop hurting, when I think I am one step ahead with him only to find out I am ten steps behind” I let out, cleaning the hot tears that rolled out of my eyes. I felt his hand on mine, I looked up at him and smiled at him
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY
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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...
