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Before I start, I want you to know this story is all my idea. Anyone that can relate to this is 100% coincidental
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I felt something warm on my face. I slowly open my eyes and I saw my daughter, Miraj, babbling and my face was all covered with saliva. My baby girl and the love of my life. It feels like yesterday when I was taken into the delivery room and after couple of pushes I gave birth to this beautiful baby and my life changed since then. She gots Malik's eye. So cute and adorable.
I was deep in my thoughts, when I realized Miraj was crying. Oh God she's hungry "Sorry love mommy is day dreaming again" I jump off from my royal masterpiece bed and carry her up and make my way to the kitchen.
My house is a six bedroom apartment, three sitting rooms, two offices, two closets, five toilets, one jacuzzi, a pool and a gym. Its a mansion. Its in Abuja, located on the hilltop. The area is exotic, decorated with tall palm trees just like the ones in Beverly Hills. Blue sky, fresh air and scents of different flowers as the wind blows. All the houses around are like mine and some even bigger. Big mansions. We are surrounded by politicians and big business tycoons. Malik owns an oil refinery which he inherited from his father. Its a family business but him being the first and only male child, he is the CEO of the company. And that honestly makes me feel happy. That is all I ever wanted. Marrying a rich man and living la vida loca. I am a classy girl. Everybody around me knows that. Even Malik himself.
I was making my way down the hall to the kitchen when I smell something nice, a smile pops up and I'm blushing already "I am such a blessed girl" I said to myself still smiling . I stepped into the kitchen and I saw him. The love of my life making breakfast for me. I just stopped and stare at him from the doorway. He was shirtless. He's built up with abs and muscles popping as he work. He's gorgeous, a handsome light skin, brown eyes, pointed nose, bearded, 6'2fts Fulani. Oh my god I love him! I stood there drooling and appreciating nature. Miraj babbled and he turns to our direction. He smile and his dimples shows. Good god, my heart melts every time his dimples shows. "Good morning princesses " still smiling and this time he was walking towards us. He kiss me. His soft pink lips touching mine. It was a short passionate kiss. He kiss miraj on the forehead and pick her up. He intertwined my hand in his as he walk me to the concrete marble kitchen island and I sat on the stool. "I was really going to surprise you this time but you woke up early" he said twitching his face "babe" I call "I am surprised. You always surprise me. I am such a lucky girl you know?" I said smiling "are you kidding me?" He said walking over to me and kiss me. He whispered "I am the luckiest"
This time miraj was jealous and start crying, she's only a year old but when ever mommy and daddy are having sometime together she interrupts. I call for her nanny and she took her away.
He made me pancakes. I love pancakes, especially Malik's.
Malik is a very busy man but what I like most about him is that the little free time he gets he spends it with me and Miraj. But as a typical woman, my conscience tells me something. Something fishy and disturbing. Like he has a woman outside. I mean he's rich and handsome and friendly and generous to everyone even to all those stupid girls with fake lashes. Like the other day we went to the supermarket together, two girls came up and told us they lost their credit card. I told them to put back all the stuff they took and walk out of the mall or look for another rich guy to pay for their garbage. But I was pissed and offended when Malik paid almost 100k for some random mall beggars all in the name of 'kindness and gentlemanliness' Not that 100k was something to me or to Malik, but I'd prefer he lost the money than to give it to girls. He knows how jealous, mad and over protective I can be over him and his wealth. We had a serious fight after that and I made him promise not to spent money on girls he doesn't know. We live in the state, were there are plenty hungry girls wanting to date the rich. I was once like that and that is why I feel insecure. Thinking about that makes me sick and want to throw up the pancake.
His phone rang and it cut me off from my disgusting thoughts. He picked up the phone and silenced it. Malik answer all his phone calls around me. Whether family or friends and even if it's strictly business he puts the phone on handsfree and I excuse him at times because it's usually endless talks about billions and oil and import and export. Why this call? Why is he not answering? Who is calling him? The phone rang again and he took the phone, he kissed me and made his way to the kitchen door. I was shocked! Is Malik cheating?! My eyes were watery and my vision was blur. I ran to the sink and throw up the pancake. I felt sick. I lost my appetite. I tried to calm myself but tears run down my cheeks. I ran upstairs and locked myself in the toilet. I cry my heart out. "What the fuck have I done wrong? There is nothing I wont do for you Malik and you know. Nothing! I cannot lose you I swear. Please God help me" tears rolling down my cheeks. But wait maybe it was his mom. He usually doesn't answer her call around me coz we had problems in the past and we don't get along so well. I felt a little bit relieved but whoever the caller was I'll find out. I walked to the sink to wash my face and I was staring into the mirror. The doorknob shakes and a knock came after. I heard Malik's soft voice "Baby are you in there?" " yes!" I said with a shaky voice "Are you taking your shower coz I'll like to join" he said. I smile and somehow felt relieved again "No but I'm about to.." I said smiling "Okay open the door lets shower I have somewhere to go in an hour.." Wtf? Its Sunday! That's the only day we spend together coz he's busy during the week. 'I have somewhere to go in an hour?' He's going to meet up with the girl that called him. I was about to start crying when I heard a knock again. I quickly wash my face and took a deep breath. I open the door and pushed him out of my way. He stood there confused "baby what..." and I slammed the bedroom door behind me.
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Hey guys! This is my first story, I know it's somehow shaky and all. But I'll love if you read and correct my mistakes. Don't forget to vote!!!! Thanks xoxo
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