Kore's POV
I didn't sleep until it was about 3am and I actually needed three bottles of beer to help me with that.
I sat up straight to check the time at the same time the ringing in my head started. I grabbed my head and gritted my teeth. I always had terrible hangovers.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall again - Some minutes past six. Dammit, she would be up anytime soon!
I grabbed the bottles scattered on the floor and walked into the kitchen, dropping them in the bin.
Quickly, I walked into the main bathroom with the intention of cleaning myself up since I reek of alcohol. I didn't want her to see me like this.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I sighed. I should be gone. Heck I should have run, far far away the moment she said that one name that haunted my thoughts but I couldn't. I wanted to be there for her, her tears made my knees buckle in fear. I hate to see her cry especially now that I'm the cause of the tears.
I sighed again in exasperation. He was not dead. A part of me was glad since I would have to live in guilt for the rest of my life and a part of me was scared because I sure as hell know that Devil would not let me be now. He did warn me not to screw this up.
Everything happened so fast, I was still shaken up. One moment, my fingers were on the trigger, contemplating leaving the place and not shooting him and in another, I already did. I did not even know how it happened.
I shouldn't be here, I needed to get away from here and as fast as possible. It's not safe for Ella and if she finds out what happened, she'd never ever forgive me. Being the selfish brute that I am, I pushed the thought far away. I wanted to be with Ella.
I brushed my teeth, took a bath and sauntered out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist.
Right on cue, Ella walked out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes. She frowned when she saw me."How come you're up by thi...", her eyes widened a little as she took in the sight before her and she gulped. She was obviously eyeraping me. Normally, my cocky self would have made a teasing remark about it but... not now when my thoughts were jumbled.
"Hey El", I greeted and walked over to where she stood, now resuming the rubbing of her eyes. She muttered something about "stupid nicknames" and I chuckled before kissing her on the forehead and asking, "How was your night?"
She smiled and placed a kiss on my chest. "Not so bad. Thank you for yesterday Kore", she placed a hand on my face, "Seriously, I have no idea what I would have done without you", she said before wrapping her arms around me in an embrace.
I stiffened. She's thanking me? Thanking me for causing her suffering? Oh right, she doesn't know what I did. Right, right.
I felt the warmth on my body leave as Ella pulled away, looking up at me.
"Are you okay?", Her brows were creased in worry as I felt beads of sweat gather around my forehead.
I so badly want to tell her but I couldn't. It would push her away. She would hate me. I didn't want to lose her, I couldn't live without her now. Or... I could tell her I was forced to do it?
Yeah dunce, that would make her so skittish and she would definitely kiss you thank you, you perfidious muttonhead!
Oh, and did I mention that my subconscious is probably British, quite peculiar in its use of language and has an extensive vocabulary?
"Kore?", Ella placed a palm on my shoulder making me jolt out of my reverie. "Are you alright, Kore?", She asked again.
"Umm.. I... Erhmm... No. Yes, I mean no. I'm not", I found it hard to get the words together. I closed my eyes for a second, pressed the bridge of my nose and opened them. Grabbing her shoulders, I said, "Ella, I need to tell you something" at the same time a knock sounded at the door.
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