PASSION |ON HOLD|

Chapter 22

Alexis

Flashback to this morning

My phone rang. I was sleeping so I chose to ignore it but the annoying thing kept ringing.
What does the world have against me getting some sleep? Why couldn't I have a peaceful rest without interruptions?

When I couldn't stand it any more, I took the phone without looking at the caller ID.

″Hello″, I said.

The voice I heard at the other end sent shivers down my spine. Yes, I'm afraid of him. In the past, I tried to be strong not let him bother me but I have learnt to accept the cold and bitter truth: I fear him.

Never would I have imagined that this one person would call me, so if he was calling me, the reason couldn't be good.

″Can you hear me?″ he asked.

″Yes, I can,″ I said, ″why are you calling me?″

″That's no way to talk to me.″

″I don't care″, I said.

″Hmm. Won't you ask me how I am?″

″I don't care how you are″, I replied.

″Won't you at least ask your mother?″

Oh, he didn't know I spoke with my mom a lot.

″Look,″ I said with a growl, ″I don't have time to waste so just go straight to the point.″

″So I'm wasting your time?″ he asked, chuckling.

″Yes, you are.″

″Ok then. I called because I heard that you've continued in your hobby of whoredom and you've moved on to white boys.″

What. The. Fuck?

″Now and to me and listen very carefully you deranged animal,″ I barked, ″first of all, ud you're looking for people to slut shame, why don't you start with your sisters and their daughters?″

″Don't you dare talk about them″, he said.

Yeah right.

″Shut up. After all, your nieces were born out of wedlock and also got pregnant as teenagers. From where I am, it looks like teenage pregnancy is in your blood so you've got your hands full. Why don't you face them and leave me alone?″

He didn't say anything.

″Secondly,″ I continued, ″you and I had an agreement that we would have nothing to do with each other once I left your house. I've left your house now so why are you bothering me life? Just leave me alone.″

″Yes,″ he said, ″I was ready to keep to that agreement until I heard that you've been moving around with white boys. That's not what I sent you there to do-″

″Now hold it there. You didn't send me here, my siblings did.″

″I don't care who sent you there Buchi.″

I stiffened at that name. That name I despise so much.

He continued, ″I only called you because although I hate you, you still bear my last name so the nonsense you do reflects on me.″

″You know what? Fuck you,″ I said, ″I'll let you hang up now. I'm not listening to anything else you have to say. If you don't hang up, you'll be burning your own credit.″

After a while, he finally hung up.

End of flashback

Idiot.
He wants me to break up with Max because of him? Hell no.

I've been thinking of this all morning.
Breaking up with Max us out of the question. I love him. He's my happiness.

What really got me thinking is how the news of our relationship got out. Even got international. We told only our circle of friends.
Maybe I'll ask Max if he knows about this when I see him today.

Today, Sam is going to put his 'plan' into action.

He said to meet at Max's house by 12:30pm. I look at my phone  and oh shit, it's 11:30am.

Thankfully, I had my bath earlier in the morning. I quickly choose an outfit and put it on.
My outfit is a V-necked shirt on grey leather pants and my black leather jacket. I put on my knee length boots, then comb my hair and complete the look with making it into a ponytail.

I take my car keys, lock my apartment and drive to the venue.

When I get there, it's 12:15pm. I pass the security guy and park my car. After ringing the doorbell like 3 times I decide on calling Max when his house keeper opens the door. She looks angry to see me but I don't care. I have more important things to think about.

She takes me to the living room where Max is watching TV. He's already dressed, maybe waiting for the others.

″Hey babe ″, he says with a smile when he sees me, when until he sees the look on my face.

He dismisses the house keeper and takes a better look at me.
″What's wrong? ″ he asks.

″Max, my father called.″