CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
$600
I nervously tap my perfectly manicured toes in my $600 Nike sneakers, watching Marcus through the transparent glass wall of Madam Black’s restaurant from my Mercedes Benz. The brown skinned footballer was on his phone, my guess would be playing PES or Call of duty. He really loves his games
I should get out of the car but I can’t seem to get my feet to move. The last time I saw him was at Bali and the disgusting last look he gave me when I kissed him was as vivid as the burning sun in the sky in my mind. Over the course of last three weeks, he has been calling me but I just let the phone ring and ring. It took Fatima calling me before I could summon the courage to call him back
I am ashamed…. and embarrassed
For the first time in my life, I took it upon myself to take the first steps to woo a man and I was rejected. I thought he liked me but I was wrong
Thank God that you were, now, if he had reciprocated your feelings for him, imagine the mess you would be, right now
Feelings? I don’t have any feeling for Marcus
Oh please, you do. I am you, remember. You find him attractive, from the moment you set your eyes on him. I have lost counts of the times you wished you were married to him and not Kylian. He came into your life when you needed someone and he made life bearable. He made you laugh, he was your sounding board, he held you up, treated you well and that is all you ever wanted in a man but you love Kylian more
What am I going to say to him? I am sorry I kissed you. Can we even go back to the ways things were before I fucked things up? How is he going to look at me now?
You are overthinking things as usual, if Marcus would do that, why would he have Fatima call you. He is your friend, he is probably worried about you, you told him you were getting a divorce right
Maybe, I should just go back, it is too early
For how long are you going to avoid him
I am thinking forever
You miss him
Exactly! I miss him, should I be missing a man that is not my husband, one that I have a little bit of feelings for. I need space from him
You miss your friend, you miss his company and that is it. Why am I always interpreting your feelings? Why are you so dumb
I am not ready, I will call him and tell hm something came up
“Aahh!” I yelped and jumped, hitting my hand on wheel “Shit!” I nursed my hand as I scrambled for my phone. I hit the green button without checking for the caller ID
“Are you going to come in or do I need to come out and carry you” Marcus muttered in his thick british accent over the phone. I turned and found him watching me through the transparent wall. He dropped the call
If I leave now, he would definitely know that I am trying to avoid him
Yeah
I let out heavy sigh and rested my head on the car seat with my eyes closed. Forcefully, I move my legs and opened the car door. I grabbed my purse and cell phone before closing the door on my behind.
I glided to the door and went in. He waved at me with his two fingers up from the spot he was siting. Residing to my fate, I waltzed to him. He stood up and gently pulls the chair out for me
Look at him, how on earth do you not expect me to think he loves me when he does shit like this
I know right, such a gentleman
Without giving anything away, I sat down and he takes his own seat opposite me. He gazed at me intensely to my discomfort
“Hi” I greeted in a low voice
“Do you know how humiliating it is for me to find out that you were back in the country from Fatima, I thought we were closer than that”
“I am sorry, I should have called but the situation was….” I traced off thinking about my state when I came back into France
“Yeah, I heard about that but you could have picked my calls when I called you. Why make me bring Fatima into our issue” Marcus challenged me in a slightly high voice
“Because I didn’t know where we stand” I bellowed angrily “I kissed you and you rejected me”
OMG! You are angry about that
Of course, I am
“I know that was not your intention but I was humiliated” I closed my eyes and let out the breath I was holding “And about the kiss, I am sorry. You were nice to me in the way I wanted my husband to be, so, I let myself think that you liked me and got carried away. I am sorry” I apologized
He watched me sternly like as if he was burrowing into my soul
“Would you say something, please?”
“I thinking of where to start”
“I forgive you for kissing me would be a good start”
“There is nothing to forgive, you kissed me, so what?” he retorted “Moreover, I have been told I have a kissable lips that even married women find irresistible” he joked with a soft smile
“Fuck you” I chuckled loudly and he joined me
“There it is, the brightest smile I have ever seen” he commented
“You need to stop saying things like to a married woman that get confused easily”
“So, how are you? How is the divorce coming on?” he asked
Fuck!
How do I tell him that is off the table?
The same way you said it just now
“About that….” my attention got cut off when I saw Madam Black striding to us with what I would assume is a tray of hot broth of pepper soup judging by the smell in the air
“Oh! Bewa, how are you” she inquired as she placed the tray on the table
“I am fine, ma’am”
“And how is that fine husband of yours?” she asked innocently and I looked at Marcus’s face at that moment to find confusion all over it
“He is fine” I replied
“Great, please enjoyed” she stated and walked away with realizing the damage she has done
“What is she talking about?”
Just rip off the bandage
I sighed nervously, thinking of the best way to tell him. I mean, why am I scared? It is my life, isn’t it? His opinion does not matter even if he think I am indecisive. Make a decision today and make another tomorrow, I don’t fucking care what he thinks about me
“I am not getting a divorce anymore” I blurted out with eyes closed
I waited and waited but he said nothing, so, I opened my eyes and found him staring at me in bewilderment. At one point he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. I wonder what he is thinking
I thought you don’t… what was that word you used again? Oh! I remember, you don’t fucking care what he thinks. His opinion does not matter right?
“Please say something” I stated ignoring my annoying inner self
“What can I possibly say? You made the decision already” he let out smoothly “I just hope you know what you are doing”
He carried his hot broth pepper and placed it in front of him.
“I ordered the usual for you if you don’t mind” Marcus said as he picked a spoon up to start eating
Is he seriously not going to say anything?
And here I thought his opinion does not matter
Fuck off! Of course, his opinion matters
“Kylian said he loved me”
“Oh really?” he smirks, putting his spoonful of pepper soup in his mouth
“I spent two weeks in March with him and it was amazing. I finally had the honeymoon I was denied. He promised to be better and I believe him. He stood up for me in front of his family and even supports my dream and my business. He got me a contract with Elysee Palace and his club. I believe he has changed”
What about the secret he is keeping from you?
That does not matter right now
“He got you a contract with Elysee Palace and he has a football club. Who exactly his your husband” he asked with a farrowed expression
Oh Shit! I think I said too much
“I told you last year that I have to fight for my marriage, so that I don’t look back with regret even if it does not work knowing I gave it my best” I said, diverting from my contracts with Elysee palace and Kylian's football club
“You obviously want my intake on your decision and I seriously don’t know why?
“Because you are my friend” I surrendered “I don’t think I would have survived last year without you”
“And yet, you won’t pick my calls because you were shacking your husband” he grunted
Damn it! He picked up on that
He is a smart man, what were you expecting when you were talking too much
“It didn’t feel right” I said in a low voice
“Because you kissed me” he retorted “And would he still be the changed man you claim he is when finds out”
“He knows, I told him” I stated and watch his surprised look
“Wow!” he exclaimed “and he forave you?”
“Yes” I nodded “I told you we wanted to try again”
“But you were assaulted on his watch”
“And he apologized for that. He promised me such will never again”
“Who is he, Bewaji?” he questioned
“I can’t tell you”
“Can’t or won’t… because if you can’t, then something is wrong somewhere. You should never be a man’s secret. I won't keep you a secret if you were mine”
The fuck is he talking about, he is not in love with you right? We got the signs wrong
Then he reached between us and held my hand “But if you are so sure that he is a changed man, then I have your back. No matter what happens, I gat you”
A warm smile creeped its way to my mouth
He is just worried, he is my friend
He better be and stop confusing you
“Thank you” I muttered
I carried my own broth of pepper soup and dug into it.
“Hmmm, this is so good” I said as I ate, enjoying the fine delicacy before me
“She is the best”
“Do you think she would be open to a franchise?”
“Of course, it is more money for her right” he looked at me intensely as he usually do like he is trying to read my mind “Why do you ask?”
“Kylian tasted her soup and became obsessed” I chuckled as I remember him blowing air to his mouth and drinking milk each time he took a spoon of pepper soup “he believe a franchise would be successful with her recipe, he wants to open a restaurant for me in Parc de prince ”
“He is that connected?” he exclaimed
With a witty smile “Yes, but I think he is moving too fast”
“What do you mean he is moving too fast” he countered me “That is brillant… Madam Black” he called out to her and the elderly woman bussed out of her kitchen to meet us
“Yes” Madam Balck said
“Please sit” Marcus stood up from his seat and sits on a chair next to her
“How do you feel about a franchise, Madam Black”
“A franchise”
“Yes, it is basically a bunch of restaurant springing up using your recipe, it means more money and there will be a lot of legal shit involved but not to worry, you will be in safe hands”
“I know what a franchise but… I am going back to England at the end of the year”
“WHAT!” Marcus and I exclaimed
“I was going to tell you down the line…”
“But why? You are doing fine here” Marcus questioned her with concern
“Yeah, I am doing fine but I am getting older and I will love to be close to my children”
“Oh” I let out “I understand”
Damn! Kylian will be disappointed
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY 9.00 PM WAT
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