I walked out of a room and stepped onto the pavement of the outlet I was currently lodged in a resort in Ibiza.
Turning to my right, I saw Marcus in a well fitted suit leaning on the embankment of the outlet. He adjusted himself and stood upright. He looked so handsome and hot in his tux. I watch as his eyelashes swept over me from my face to my toes and his lips curved into a smile. I could tell he loved what he saw the way I love what I am seeing in front of me too.
He walked towards me
“You look good” he compliment in astonishment. I chuckled softly
“Thank you, you look hot too” he chuckled loudly at this
“Thank you” Marcus appreciated. With his hands in his pocket, he moved closer to me and I had to raise my head all the way up to look his handsome face. He looked at me intensely before he picked my left hand and gently caressed it
“Where is your wedding ring?” he asked and I looked at my empty finger where my wedding band is suppose to be but it is not. I gently tossed out the ring which I used a necklace pendant from where I hid it between my two bosoms
“I want to have fun tonight without the reminder that I am married” I explained and he nodded
“And I promised to be a fun host” he joked and I laughed. He held out his arm to me and I gently slipped my hand through it.
We walked through the beautiful resort under the full silver moon of Ibiza hand in hand. This was all I have ever wanted, to go on a stroll with my husband under the beautiful moon, hand in hand maybe not in a ten thousand dollar gown but with my husband looking at me with so much love the way Marcus is right now.
I do know his love for me is not romantic but that of a friendship.
I may not get to experience this with Kylian, but I will with Marcus. As we walk on, I start to hear soft music and chatters. We were almost at the venue of the party.
A voice called out to Marcus, I watch the familiar man cuts the call he was on before we walked in and he moved towards us with so much surprise. His gaze was on me before he turned to Marcus
“Marcus, I didn’t think you would make it” The familiar man said.
I have seen this face before, but where?
After he and Marcus had their small talk in French, the familiar young man turned his attention to me
“Aren’t you going to introduce your girlfriend?” he stated in French. Marcus looked at me, gauging my reaction. I guess one of the reason why he invited me is because, he didn’t want to be alone in this kind of party.
He has done so much for me, so I can be his fake girlfriend for one night. This is dangerous, especially if the media get wind of this but Marcus has saved me times without number, this is very little if we are to compare the number of times he has come to my aid
I smiled to him
“This is Bewaji” he introduced me warmly “and Bewa, this is Muani, a team mate of mine”
Shit! Shit! Randal Kolo Muani!
Another PSG forward!
What the fuck is he doing here?
“Seriously, Marcus” Muani chastised my friend “Please call me Randal” he said to me as he shook my hand
“Randal” a feminine voice called out to Muani
“Coming, you guys should come in” he stated and goes after the lady who called out to him
“Thank you” Marcus said to me the moment Muani left
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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...
