DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

NO SHOW

Chapter 24

EYARE

I expected Red to have contacted me on the day he said he would.

That was one week ago.

I had been holding back on calling him, because I didn't want to seem too eager, but damn it, this was my wife we were talking about.

My hands hovered over my phone. They were itching to tap on his number.

Oh what the heck!

I snatched it up and dialed his number. It rang and rang until it rang off. I called again, still no pick up. I stood up from my chair and began pacing the length of my office. I just knew I wasn't going to get any job done today. When I looked at the time, it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

I'd better push off home then. I'd cleared my table for the day, anyway. I stuck my head into Mr. Jolaoso's office and told him I was off. He grunted something unintelligible and continued typing on his laptop. I smiled. He didn't like being disturbed when he was working, it made him loose focus. I understood perfectly.

As I drove unto the free way, I suddenly didn't feel like going home.

What was wrong with me?

Something inside of me seemed to have cooled towards Osagiede. I didn't know why, neither could I put my finger on it. It started on the day we went out to dinner. She had seemed out of sorts when she saw Osaze. She stared at him somewhat . . . lustfully.

Naah! But she had stared at him, longer than I would have liked. That didn't go down very well with me.

Did she fancy him then?

Was it because of all his muscles?

Do I need to start getting some?

I briefly looked down at my arms before swinging my attention back to the road.

I wasn't lean, but I wasn't packed like him either. Truth be told, I found his muscles disgusting. Why did I need to have all that, when I wasn't a wrestler.

Thanks, but I'll pass!

I didn't know where I was driving until I pulled up into the parking lot of the country club. The tightness in my chest eased a bit. As I put the car engine off, my phone vibrated on the seat beside me. I tossed my jacket unto the chair, loosened my tie, tossed it down too and picked up my phone.

It was a missed call from Red.

I eagerly dialed his number and waited impatiently as it rang. I was already loosing hope when he finally picked and answered curtly.

"Red?" My voice was eager.

"Yes, who is this?" His reply was curt and impatient.

"Um. . . this is Eyare. I'm the one who contracted you to do a job for --- "

"I'm sorry, Mr. Eyare, but I haven't gotten any information for you yet. I will contact you when that happens, until then, don't contact me." And the line went dead.

I stared at the phone in my hand. The nerve of the man. He just cut the phone on me. I shook my head, suddenly angry at his behaviour. I locked up my car and strode into the building. I wasn't in the mood to hear loud music so I went to the pool side. Luckily, no one was there yet. That was fine with me because I really needed solitary.

I ordered some tequila from the waiter idling around. I know I had promised Osagiede I wouldn't drink again, but I was going to break that promise today. Here and now. When the bottle came, I dived into it with a vigour. I thought about calling Gboyega, but thought better of it. I couldn't keep dragging him into my problems.