Unholy Obsession

Chapter 29; Being sick can be good

Hannah's pov

Curse the day I knew Julius. His funeral was a week ago and usually, I had planned not to attend, but Mama blackmailed me by telling me if I didn't attend, she would disown me. You would think that because she beat the shit out of me when I told her he was an organ trafficker, she wouldn't want me to breathe the same air as her dead godson.

Well apparently, both families had told almost everyone they knew that me and him were to be wed. So while I sat next to Mama, random strangers walked up to us offering their condolences like I gave a damn about Julius. Mama had enjoyed the attention, sobbing louder anytime someone sympathized with her. Mrs Tsegaye would always be a drama queen.

All that madness had coalesced and caused me to have a cold. Now I lay in my bed, sneezing and chewing from a bucket of popcorn. I knew Vincent wouldn't be happy about that, but I had sent a text, letting him know that I wouldn't be able to make it.

The television was playing a romantic comedy I had just downloaded and I wanted to use the opportunity to while away time. Just then, my door creaked open and Ashley ran in, eyes panicked, her hair in a half-done all-back braid.

"Girl he's here."

"Who?" I asked, sitting upright.

"Vincent."

"What? Why?"

"Don't ask me." Ashley rushed to my bed and held a handkerchief over my nose. "Blow."

I let out all the goo I could muster. Quickly, she picked up the tissue scattered over my bed, the loose wraps of sweets and tossed them out the window. The street cleaners would definitely lose their minds tomorrow.

"Have you taken your medications?" she asked. "The ones I left on your bed this morning."

I nodded.

"Good. Now be a good girl. I'm gonna usher him in."

Ashley briskly covered her distance to the door and I called her back in a hushed whisper.

"Wait! How do I look?"

"Like you're sick."

I shot out of bed, tossing the unfinished snack on the sheets. "Girl I don't wanna to look like I'm sick!"

"Imma whoop your ass if you don't get in bed right now," Ashley cautioned, chasing me right back in bed and tucking me in. "We need him to take pity on you. You can't be looking like no fucking Halle Berry when you've got a cold."

"But what if he thinks I look disgusting?" I whined.

"Then he's just gonna be as dumb as Lance and Julius. You can't be praying for more assholes in your life. Hell, you've had your fair share. So lay tight and I'll usher him in."

She was right. But I still wanted to look cute while sick. Was that too much for a girl to ask for?

Yeah, definitely.

Seconds later, a knock came twice and the door opened. Vincent was at my doorstep, dressed in a maroon knitted polo shirt and black trousers and loafers. You would think he was going to a golf event or a car show. What drew my attention the most was the two cups of mega strawberry bubble splash in both hands.

"I bought them a while ago and had to wait in my car till they got warm, before I then came to knock on the door. Hope you don't mind it not being cold."

I shook my head, gesturing with my hand like a kid who wanted to collect sweets from their parents. "Of course not. Gimme."

Chuckling with his baritone, he handed me a cup. I didn't hesitate taking a sip. Cold was definitely better, but I still liked the warmer version. Maybe I only did so because he got them for me.