CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
A fun host
I walked out of a room and stepped onto the pavement of the outlet I was currently lodged in a resort in Ibiza.
Turning to my right, I saw Marcus in a well fitted suit leaning on the embankment of the outlet. He adjusted himself and stood upright. He looked so handsome and hot in his tux. I watch as his eyelashes swept over me from my face to my toes and his lips curved into a smile. I could tell he loved what he saw the way I love what I am seeing in front of me too.
He walked towards me
“You look good” he compliment in astonishment. I chuckled softly
“Thank you, you look hot too” he chuckled loudly at this
“Thank you” Marcus appreciated. With his hands in his pocket, he moved closer to me and I had to raise my head all the way up to look his handsome face. He looked at me intensely before he picked my left hand and gently caressed it
“Where is your wedding ring?” he asked and I looked at my empty finger where my wedding band is suppose to be but it is not. I gently tossed out the ring which I used a necklace pendant from where I hid it between my two bosoms
“I want to have fun tonight without the reminder that I am married” I explained and he nodded
“And I promised to be a fun host” he joked and I laughed. He held out his arm to me and I gently slipped my hand through it.
We walked through the beautiful resort under the full silver moon of Ibiza hand in hand. This was all I have ever wanted, to go on a stroll with my husband under the beautiful moon, hand in hand maybe not in a ten thousand dollar gown but with my husband looking at me with so much love the way Marcus is right now.
I do know his love for me is not romantic but that of a friendship.
I may not get to experience this with Kylian, but I will with Marcus. As we walk on, I start to hear soft music and chatters. We were almost at the venue of the party.
A voice called out to Marcus, I watch the familiar man cuts the call he was on before we walked in and he moved towards us with so much surprise. His gaze was on me before he turned to Marcus
“Marcus, I didn’t think you would make it” The familiar man said.
I have seen this face before, but where?
After he and Marcus had their small talk in French, the familiar young man turned his attention to me
“Aren’t you going to introduce your girlfriend?” he stated in French. Marcus looked at me, gauging my reaction. I guess one of the reason why he invited me is because, he didn’t want to be alone in this kind of party.
He has done so much for me, so I can be his fake girlfriend for one night. This is dangerous, especially if the media get wind of this but Marcus has saved me times without number, this is very little if we are to compare the number of times he has come to my aid
I smiled to him
“This is Bewaji” he introduced me warmly “and Bewa, this is Muani, a team mate of mine”
Shit! Shit! Randal Kolo Muani!
Another PSG forward!
What the fuck is he doing here?
“Seriously, Marcus” Muani chastised my friend “Please call me Randal” he said to me as he shook my hand
“Randal” a feminine voice called out to Muani
“Coming, you guys should come in” he stated and goes after the lady who called out to him
“Thank you” Marcus said to me the moment Muani left
“I thought you said this was your family’s event, why is your teammate here?” I blurted out harshly
“My vacation with my family starts tomorrow, this is party organised by Kylian Mbappe”
What? This was organised by Kylian!
“Are you telling me Kylian is in here?” I pointed to the canopy where the party was going on
“It is his party, so yeah” he asked nonchalantly
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
indignation rose up inside of me as I turned to go back the way I came. Fear evolve me and became every nerve in my body as the thought of been caught by Kylian resonate in my mind. I am not just in another country but also in the arms of another man. No matter what I say, he won’t believe that Marcus and I are just friends
“Bewa, Bewaji” Marcus called out to me but I didn’t responded. Then I heard his footsteps behind me but I didn’t stop. He grabbed my hands and forcefully stopped me
“Talk to me, what is wrong”
“Why didn’t you tell me that this was Kylian’s party?”
He looked confused
“Because I didn’t think it matter”
“Of course, it does, you should have told me” I ranted
“I didn’t think it was important” he yelled. I screamed at him and walked away from him. He followed me, still asking what the matter was but I blocked him out. I know this was not his fault but that does not mean, I didn't almost commit a mistake that could have ended my life.
How did I not know that this was Kylian’s party?
How on earth was I suppose know when he deliberately cuts me out of his life again and again? Look at him partying around with his friends, having the fun of his life and he expects me to be indoor like a Nigerian widow?
I am sick and tired of this—
Who the hell does he bloody thinks he is?
I stopped, Marcus almost crashed into me but he held himself back before that happened
“Please talk to me, Bewaji” he pleaded
Why do I have to be indoor while that fucker is having the time of his life? Why does he get to be with people while I am expected to be alone? Why does he get to have cool friends while I am left with obsessive babysitters?
Fuck him!
With a clenched jaw and an aching heart, I turned to Marcus
“You know what, let go back” I retorted. He nodded and looked at his wristwatch
“Okay, then I will need few minutes to get the chopper ready”
“I am not talking about leaving the resort, I am talking about the party…” he looked behind himself to the party “Let go back”
“Are you sure?” he asked me. I would probably blow my life with what am about to do but this is enough. I am tired of suffering in silence
“Yes” I nodded
I placed my hands back into his and walked towards the canopy. On our way in, we met Kimpembe, a PSG defender with Donnarumma, their goalkeeper rushing out but stopped the moment they saw us.
“I was told you came with your girlfriend, I thought Randal was lying” Donnarumma retorted in French
“Wow, you are as beautiful as he said” Kimpembe commented
“Merci (Thank you)” I replied in French. Kimpembe then hits Marcus playfully at the back, telling him that he has a good taste.
As we walked in, I saw that Tchaga and Hakimi too were on their way out, probably to come and see Marcus’s girlfriend. I watch as their faces went pale as they saw me then turn their gaze in another direction.
I followed their eyes and I saw Kylian standing with Frances both laughing at a joke that I don’t care about. Frances looked shocked to see me. Then I saw Fazya whose eyes were fixed on Marcus and I’s connected hand, she gave me a hard look. From where I was standing, I could see that a vessel was about to burst in Melissa’s neck from how angry she is looking at me. Wilfried, Kylian’s dad and Ethan, his brother just looked surprised to see me.
The other people who didn’t really know me made an astonishing reaction and were mesmerized by my beauty. The only person who had no reaction was Kylian
I heard plate dropping to the floor and turned towards the direction of the noise. There I found, Maria and her family with Alice who looked really shocked to see me
I scoffed loudly
Wow! So this is the vacation they were having with their daughter.
These fucking liars!
“Come and sit” Kimpembe direct me to the two empty seats distracting me from the backstabbers I live with. Marcus drew out a chair for me and I sat down. I noticed how Dembele gave Muani some cash
“There was a bet on if Marcus would come here with a date” Kimpembe cleared the air
“Ahh!” I looked at Marcus to check his reaction. He just had a small smile on.
Is this what he is going through in that place. People who bet him, now I see the reason why he is alone
“So how long have you two known each other” Kimpembe asked
“Few months” I asked as I poured myself water
“Where did you two meet?” he inquired. Then I looked at my family, they all gave me a hard look except for Kylian who is in a deep conversation with Frances, who is occasionally peeping at me. he is totally indifferent about my presence
Back when I was in Nigeria, I had a guy then who wanted to date me. Each time, this guy sees me talking with another guy, he gets angry even though I was not dating him and here I am in the arms of another man and my husband shows no reaction towards it.
His family are angry with me, why on earth is he not angry with me? Why is he not shouting at the top of voice at my behaviour? Is this how much he shows no regard for me?
A dark feeling came over me consumed by pure hatred, as I wrapped my hand over the glass water almost breaking it but was stopped by Marcus
“Hey Bewa… Are you okay”
I can’t stay here, this is getting too much. I stood up
“Please excuse me” I practically ran out when Marcus coming behind me. I stopped at one point and Marcus caught up to me
“Please, can I be alone for a while” I asked. He looked at me intensely
“Sure” he said and went back into the party
“What the hell are you doing here?” A familiar voice barked at me. I turned to Alice “Is this the hotel you said you would be at? Is this Eiffel tower?” she continued yapping at me “You lied to me” she lamented
“I lied to you? What would you call what you and Maria with the other members of that conniving Clouder family did? Is this vacation they wanted to have with their daughter? Is Kylian their daughter or is he their daughter’s boyfriend. You knew Kylian was throwing a party and you left me all alone in France, then you have the audacity to tell me I lied to you” I yelled out loud not caring who heard me
“I didn’t want to come remember, I didn’t want to go but you convinced to go and promised to be on your best behaviour. Is this your definition of best behaviour?” that is actually right, she didn’t want to go. I forced her
She moved closer to me, enraged
“Now, you didn’t just leave France without permission, you showed up to his party on the arms of another man, his team mate at that, what the fuck is wrong with you? He didn’t just see you, his whole team, his family, they all saw you embarrassed him. Why are you so hell bent of destroying your life?” she cried out furiously
“I won’t have to do this, if he had shown me a little bit of attention. Is it so bad that I want to be happy?”
“So what, you went ahead to seek happiness in the arms of his teammate? Both of them are already on shaking ground, did you stop to think how this would affect the team”
I chuckled sarcastically
“Tonight would affect the team if Kylian actually care about me, but he does not, so I think the team will be just fine”
“Is that what you think, that he does not care about you?”
“The fact that you are the one confronting me and not him, shows that he does not give a fuck about me”
“So, he does not give you attention and you think that gives you the right to misbehave” Alice retorted
I have come to see Alice as my friend but there are times when she does not act as a friend to me. Why won’t she just understand me? Why does she not get my point? Why does she not understand my suffering? Does she get it and she just ignores it because addressing it would make her work difficult
“Maybe I am at fault but you should have told me about this party”
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel left out”
“Maybe but you should have told me, as my friend, you are suppose to have my back through thick and thin but you always put Kylian first—”
“Don’t turn this on me” She cuts in sharply but I refused to let her put the blame on me
“A friend of Kylian is not my friend” I yelled out angrily “the fact that you kept this party from me is a betrayal to me”
“Bewaji, wait….”
I turned to leave
“Bewaji, I am talking to you”
I turned to look at her with a stone cold face.
“If you come after me, I swear to God, I will kill you” I threatened her and left
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY 9.00 PM WAT
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