CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
Falling apart
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Kylian insisted with a smirk to my annoyance. I thought hard and harder of a way out of this mess but I got nothing. I seriously wished I picked Alice’s call
Relieving a heavy sigh, I questioned Kylian in a hard voice “What are you doing here?”
My husband's witty countenance changed within a second and he frowned at me “Let this be the last time you ask me what I am doing in a house I paid for”
“It is not….” I blurted out but stopped in frustration. I don’t like this at all, I have no control on the situation “It is not that but I would have really appreciate it if you informed me you were coming over, especially with your friends. You may have paid for it, but it is still my fucking house, I own it” I lashed out “You can’t just show up whenever you like without telling me”
“Wait a minute!” Dembele cut in, then he looked at Kylian “You bought a house for Marcus’s girlfriend?”
Damn it!
Does this man even realize the awkward position he put me into? Dembele probably thinks I am a whore jumping from one footballer’s bed to another
“Introduce me to your friends” Kylian ordered
What the fuck is wrong with this man?
I turned to my friends who were on a broad spectrum of the emotion I would call confusion except Marcus who just looked betrayed
“I am sorry for dragging you guys here, rain check please?”
“Now, you are just been rude” bellowed Kylian. I turned to him angry. Why is he so hell bent on me introducing him “Introduce me” he asked again
“He is right, you know” Fatima said in a low voice with her hands on her big belly “Introduce us, there is no big deal”
“Thank you” Kylian taunted with a smug look that I felt like punching off his face
“Fine” I agreed reluctantly and I started pointing to them one by one “This is Fatima, Abdul, her husband. You have David and Joy who are also a couple. That is Marcus.” I hesitated and pointed to Kylian “This is Kylian…. my husband” I said with my eyes closer. My friends gasped harder confirming their suspicions.
Kylian smiled to my friends and moved closer to stand next to me
“Nice to meet you” he shooked them one by one, including Marcus “I am Kylian Mbappe as I was introduced” then he looked to his friends before focusing on my friends, "Those are my friends, I am sure you know them, Ousmane Dembele, Achraf Hakimi and that is my childhood friend, Brice Tchaga” he turned to me “Guys" he looked at his friends "Meet my wife, Bewaji Bendal” He indicated with the brightest smile which I would have loved if he had not put me in a pickle
“I have always wanted to meet Bewa’s friends, she hold you guys in the highest esteem, please come in, Madam Black is making us some delicious pepper soup”
“What?” I exclaimed “She is here?”
“Yes, I called her over to make us something to celebrate with” He replied with indifference
How did I fall in love with a man like this?
“I didn’t know Madam Black offer home services” Abdul pointed out
“She does not but we own her?” Kylian let out
Are you kidding me? He just keep getting worse. I feel like evaporating from this situation at this point
“What!” my friends all exclaimed
“Just her recipe, I only own her recipe” I corrected
“But she is going to be working for you, so you own her” Kylian added and then gauged my friends’ expression and muttered “What? You didn’t tell them. I mean when Marcus here got you that porshce, it was all over your socials, now I don’t need you telling the whole world about my gift to you but I would expect you to tell your closest friends”
Oh! I see what is happening, he is putting Marcus in his place
All this for some petty jealousy
I throw a heated glare at Kylian as indignation rose within me with my hands balled into a fist
Can I kill this man, please?
Kylian burst into laughter, then moved closer to his friends
“I think she wants to kill me” he jeered as he gazed at my friends “Please, come on in and let me treat you to a hot broth of pepper soup” without any other word, he walked inside with his friend behind him.
And then I was left with my friends who all looked at me like I betrayed them, there was a deafening, silence, no one uttered a word. They all stared at me and I back at them
“While we were worried about Madam Black, you could have told us, she was at your place” Joy broke the silence, not that I am surprised. She always loved looking for ways to tear me down
“I was surprise as you were, Joy. I didn’t know that she was in my house”
“So, you own her now?” she continued
“I don’t own her, I am not some slave master”
“But that was what you husband said” David pointed out
“His words not mine, I bought her recipe and she agreed to work with me for two years to oversee the franchise, that is all”
“But why the secrecy, why didn’t you tell us?” Abdul questioned
Why the fuck is happening? Why are they all ganging up against me
“Do you tell me about the deals you close, Abdul or do you tell me about your clients, Fatima? Why are you all making it seem like I committed a crime when all I did was took advantage of a business opportunity which any of you would taken if you were in my position” I argued strongly in frustration
“You are married to Kylian Mbappe?” Joy shouted
Why does it feel like that was the crime you committed? Being married to Kylian Mbappe?
“Is that a problem? You always knew that I was married, I never kept that a secret”
“But to Kylian Mbappe?”
“Again, that is problem because?” I asked because they starting to step on my toes
“He is Marcus’s teammate, you should have said something” David stated
The fuck are these people going on about
“No” I blurted out “I actually don’t have to say anything to any of you because it does not affect my relations to any of you and frankly, it was none of your goddamn business”
“Are you…” Joy stated
“I am tired” Marcus cuts in a low voice “It has been a long day, I am going home” I looked at him and we made eye contact. Maybe not to the others, but I should have said something to him
“You will not make a scene” Kylian’s familiar voice echoed through the hallway. I looked back and found him without his friends walking towards us
“Kylian, you have done enough” I warned him but he ignored me and stand right in front of Marcus
“You came to my party with my wife on your arms, I didn’t make a scene. You took her to Bali, brought her Porsche and even has the audacity to post her all over your social like she is your girlfriend and I still didn’t make a scene. So, don’t make a scene. As for you lots, the way Bewaji talks about you all, I thought I would like you but honestly, there is nothing to like but seeing as she is trying to convince of something that you have no business with, she still love you all, so, I am asking you to respect the friendship you all share and have dinner like you planned”
He is fighting for you
He caused the fight
Did you seriously expect that they won’t find it
At least, I would tell them myself in my own words, the way they will understand
A phone pinged breaking the staring contest that was happening, David looked up from his phone “A patient of mine is coding, I have to go”
“I told you not to make a scene” Kylian barked
“I am not, my patient is dying. I will be needing your boat” he said to me and started walking away. Marcus followed right after him and then the others filed out
I held my head as a nerve wrecking pain shot through the synapses in my brain. This night was not suppose to go like this. We were suppose to have a spicy dinner and now, I am at the vague of loosing my friends
“Hey…” Kylian moved closer to me, probably to hug me in comfort but I pushed him away and I ran after my friends
Like hell am I losing my friends
Actually, you don’t care about the others. It is Marcus, you don’t want to lose
Running round my house, I stood at the top of rocky stairs and looking down, I saw Marcus getting into the boat. I ran harder down the stairs and cut up to Fatima and Joy. I held Fatima
“Please Fatima, Can you tell me what I did wrong? Why do you have a problem with my marriage to Kylian”
“It is not about your marriage to Kylian, it was about how you sold your marriage to us, you played us like a fool” Joy replied as always, never letting go of a chance to tear me down
“Excuse me?” I lamented in confusion
“We thought your husband was a no-gooder, an irresponsible man, we thought you were fighting a failed marriage. You give him hope and strung him along knowing how he felt about you”
Now, I am 100% confused, what the fuck are they talking about
“What are you talking about?” I asked but Fatima dragged Joy away. I watched them enter the boat and drove away. In anger, I strided back into my house and went straight to my dining room. Kylian sat with his friends while Madam Black and Maria wait on them as they eat. I collected the spoon that he was about to put in his mouth and flung it to the wall
“The next time you come into my house without telling me, I will divorce your ass” I told him with a hard voice and walked out.
I tried calling Marcus on my phone but he was not picking up. After so many failed attempts to contact him, I left my room and went into Alice’s. I found her playing call of duty
“How can you possibly be playing game when my world is falling apart”
“Oh, so you are speaking to me now?” she retorted
“You could have texted me, you know. If you really wanted to help me, you should have texted me” I shouted at Alice
“Don’t yell at me” she raised as she paused the game she was playing and fixed her attention on me “You did this, not me and how was I supposed to know you were bringing your friends”
“Do you want me to say I am sorry, fine, I am sorry. I am sorry for cutting out of my life because I didn’t trust your French ass” I stated in harsh voice before bursting into tear
“Hey!” Alice exclaimed with concern and she came closer to me pulling me to sit on the bed. “What is wrong?”
“I lost Marcus, I think I lost him. You should see the way he looked at me, like I disgust him, like I am a seven headed monster” I answered as more tears came down my eyes
“That is why you are crying, because of Marcus?" She stared at me weirdly
"What?" I questioned when her staring got uncomfortable
"Are you sure he is just a friend?" She inquired
"Excuse me"
"You never told me what happened in Bali"
I opened in my mouth in shock at the direction she was going
"Are you crazy" I yelled at her "Are you calling me a whore"
"Not am not but he bought you a porche"
"It was my birthday for goodness sake, it was a gift from a friend"
"Kylian is my very close friend, he didn't buy me a porche. How many men buys porche for a woman they are not sleeping with"
"You are insane" I stated as I stood up "and very mad"
"Whatever feelings you have for Marcus, you need to check it"
I let out a heavy sigh "For the millionth time, Alice, we are just friends"
"And you are crying because you lost him, saying shit that your world is falling apart. This is not a good look on you"
"He was here for me when things were dark for me, what don't you understand about that"
"Well, you don't need him anymore, Kylian is here. Your world is not going to far apart just because Marcus is not here. He does not matter” Alice retorted with indifference
“But he matters to me” I yelled and left the room, banging the door on my behind.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY 9.00 PM WAT
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