Chapter 5

"Holy moly!" Arabella screamed when all of a sudden she saw Destiny jump into her room through the window.

"What the hell, Destiny Blackmore!" She screamed once more but Destiny turned a deaf ear and went to lay on her bed.

"Get your shoes off, young lady," Arabella ordered.

Destiny rolled her eyes and snuggled further into

Leaving Ara with no choice, she left the mirror where she sat in front of to apply makeup before Destiny startled her with her grand entry towards the bed.

She held Destiny by the legs and began to drag her out of her bed.

"What the hell, girl." Destiny groaned. "Get the fuck off me, Arabella!"

"You can't sleep on my bed with your shoes you, Tiny brat."

Destiny raised her brows at her. "I'm not Tiny and I am not a brat."

"Then get the fuck off!"

"Okay fine. I'll take them off." Destiny said but once Arabella let her go, she grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to fall face flat on the bed.

"Christ!" Arabella exclaimed. "I was putting on my makeup." She whined.

"How can you think of still going out when I'm here?"

"For fuck sake you didn't tell me you were going to come. I had plans." Arabella looked like she'd cry any minute. Her sheet is smeared with makeup so she knows her face is a mess.

Destiny gave her an apologetic look and coiled back on the bed.

"You know who to worry if you're sad, Des. You don't worry me. That's treacherous."

"But I don't have anyone else. I can't go to my grandfather." Destiny knew better than go to her grandfather if things go wrong in her life. The man would die untimely just from worrying about her.

"You married for a reason."

"I have a friend for a reason also, Arabella."

"That friend is busy now."

"And my husband is no more. That leaves me with just you, no other option."

"Oh my God!" Arabella's face was horrified. "You don't mean it. What happened to Richard?" She sat by Destiny at the edge of the bed.

She got it wrong but good for Destiny.

She raised her head from the pillow and placed it on her lap. "Richard is no more in my life, Ara."

Arabella was speechless for some minutes so she just allowed Destiny to put her head on her lap. She began to massage her head. When Destiny is worked up, this therapy usually helps her to relax.

"When was that?" Arabella asked after some minutes. There was no response and when she looked, Destiny's eyes were closed and she was fast asleep.

She waited for some minutes before placing her head back on the pillow then laid down beside her. Wherever she had wanted to go, she can't now.

She heard a vibration below where her feet lay on the bed and got up to check. It's Destiny's handbag. Arabella fetched her phone out of the bag and tapping the screen, she saw tons of messages, missed calls, and emails. They kept flooding in. She gave Destiny's sleeping form a pity look before muting the phone and putting it back in the bag.

Next, she took the bag off the bed and her shoes of course.

***

Destiny craved comfort, to be comforted. She pretended to sleep at first but after some minutes, she was no longer faking it.

When she opened her eyes again, she was faced with Arabella's gorgeous hazel eyes.

Stretching and yawning, Destiny propped the pillow beneath her head properly.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Arabella only shook her head and fell back beside her.

"Tell me about the man you disappeared with last night." When Destiny said this, Arabella smiled.

"Nothing. I found out he has a small dick so I didn't fuck him." Arabella answered bluntly.

"You would have fucked him if he had a big dick then?"

"In a heartbeat." Arabella countered with a snap of her fingers.

"I see."

"I tried making out with him but he sucked at kissing also. Damn, the nigga only had a pretty face and excellent muscles. I pity him."

Destiny chuckled. Arabella is not a fan of relationships. It's either friends with benefits or a one-night stand thing. She doesn't go beyond that.

"Tell me about your night instead. Did Richard try any new styles..."

"Don't finish that."

"Okay. Okay." Arabella laughed. "I can't believe you're still a prude even after marrying."

"I'm not. You just don't seem to know your boundaries."

"It's not fair." Arabella pouted. "I tell you almost all of my escapades but you keep yours a secret."

"It's only because there's nothing to tell, Ara."

"You can't tell me that." Ara protested. "I know there's something and you're keeping it from me."

"Something like?"

"Something like how good Richard's dick is, how well it drives you, and how.."

"Gosh, Ara." Destiny's faced turned crimson. Ara is so indiscreet and dirty-minded.

"There. You're behaving like a hopeless virgin."

"Can we talk about something else? Please?"

"No. Tell me about the wedding night you refused to share."

"God, Ara!"

"Tell me, Des." She pushed.

Destiny sighed. "It was good. We kissed a lot than we've ever done before." Destiny tried to remember bits from her honeymoon.

"Then?"

"Arrrgh!" Destiny groaned, hiding her face in the pillow.

Arabella threw her head back in laughter.  "Come on, Destiny. That was a good try though boring."

"No. I will say no more."

"Alright. That's enough for today. You did well." Arabella paused for a moment. " I wonder why you're still shy about these things anyway. Does Richard not ride you good? Or he's also a prude."

"Can we not change this topic?"

"No, tell me how good Richard is in bed on a scale of 1–5."

"Arabella!" Destiny scolded.

"Okay fine. But tell me if you need a little education on sexual stuff. You seem to be lacking a great deal in that department ."

"I'm off." Destiny began to get out of bed.

"Okay okay. I'm done." Ara pulled her back.

"Another debauching word from you and I'll be out of here." Destiny threatened.

"Alright, baby Destiiiiii," Arabella said in a singsong voice.

Destiny jabbed her playfully and she breaks into laughter.

"Okay. I want to tell you something else."

Destiny gave her a narrowed look. She's not convinced.

"It's not anything naughty," Ara informed her. "I promise."

"Go on then."

Arabella sat crossed leg on the bed. "Before I tell you, tell me what's going on between Richard and you. And no, don’t think that because you played along my fake misconception to enjoy some pampering, I will let it slide. Richard is not dead, I know."

"I never said something was wrong with us—wait." Destiny turned to her. "Have you done any secret investigations?"

"No. You only forgot that I am a psychologist."

"Yeah. And probably that's why we're friends but we all know the crazy one among us. It's not me."

"Yeah yeah. I only want to say that I observe keenly. You know what I mean." Arabella said proudly.

"It's something you're good at apart from being crazy. I know." Destiny muttered absentmindedly.

Nobody understands Destiny better than Arabella.

They met under unfavorable circumstances and Arabella just became the one to save the day just when Destiny thought she’d lost it all.

No one understood her and most concluded that she's a spoiled brat which sometimes she is but deep down, Destiny is an entirely different soul.

She booked for a phycologist after the incident and the phycologist turned out to be Arabella. Their friendship started since then and Arabella has made it known to Destiny that there's nothing wrong with her and that she should always be herself.

"So, tell me. I noticed it yesterday, then again, at the club. Right now too, I know there's something."

Destiny took a deep breath. Arabella is not somebody she could lie to. She would find out eventually if she doesn't anyway. But this issue is not something she'd harbor.

"Richard cheated so I am divorcing him." She let down the bomb.

A second passed, another one, then tens of it doubled into minutes, and still, Arabella didn't say anything.

Destiny turned to ask if she heard her or not only to catch a victory smile on her face.

Destiny gave her another Jab.

"Ouch." She yelped. "Tell me what again happened."

"Nothing happened."

"I heard you said you're divorcing him because he cheated. How did you find out?"

"He was sleeping with Rebecca."

"Which of the Rebecca? His assistant?"

Destiny nodded, biting her bottom lips. It just hit her.

"Oh dear, have you cut all ties with him yet?"

"Seriously Arabella. No advice?"

"Unfortunately, no! There's no excuse for a cheating man. Especially not on someone as gorgeous as you. I always knew that oaf didn't deserve you. He's a wolf in a sheep's clothing."

"You never liked him, Arabella." Destiny pointed out.

"At least I tolerated him just for your sake."

Destiny didn't talk. Not in her wildest dreams did she think Richard would cheat on her. What did she not have or gave him? Well, apart from the other one, she gave everything to him.

She even wanted to have babies with him out of their loveless marriage.

"But all is well that ends well. He messed up at the right time."

"What do you mean?" Destiny asked.

"Did I tell you that my brother is in?"

Destiny shook her head. "No." Then she frowned. She sensed where Arabella was heading to. "What has it got to do with this?"

"Well, he's in, and guess what!" Arabella clasps her palms together giddily.

"You know I suck at guesses."

"Alright. The club we went to is for my brother?"

"So?"

"Yeah. I didn't know until he came back. He even named it after him."

"Wow, that's lame!"

Arabella eyed her but went on. "He was supposed to leave two days after he came but for some reason, he would be staying a few more days."

"Okay," Destiny replied boringly.

" Here's the thing. I would like you two to meet."

"Why should I?"

"Because you're my friend."

"What good is that going to do to me?"

"My brother might come off mean and cold but he's a good person and you both had the same fire burning through you if not the same level."

"I'm not interested in meeting anyone Arabella. Just forget it."

"Not even for me?"

"Don't blackmail me, Ara. I don't see the point."

"It's been almost a decade since I've been talking about my brother to you and I just wanted you to meet him once."

"You don't only want me to meet him, Arabella. You want to hook me up with him and that's bad."

"Not after you're divorced. It's no longer bad."

The door suddenly opened to reveal Isabella, Arabella's mom. She frowns at Ara and smiled widely at Destiny.

Arabella's mom is chubby, almost round. Dark hair and her eyes are so light green. It could be mistaken for blue if it gets dark when she's mad. She's caring and sweet. The most of all, she calls Destiny her daughter.

"If someone is divorced, she needs time to recover from that and the person decides to move on or not. It doesn't have to be imposed. Is that clear Bella?"

Ara rolled her eyes. "It's also bad to eavesdrop."

"I wonder the counsel you give to your patients. You're more of a psycho." She turned to Destiny.

"Don't mind her sweetie. I made dinner. Let's go."

"What of me? You didn't know she was here." Arabella complained.

"But I chose her. You can join if you want."

"Just so you know, your darling Destiny came in through the window again," Arabella reported.

Destiny bit her lips. When she looked at Arabella, she pulled her tongue out at her. Isabella hates it when she does that and she has warned Destiny severally against it.

Destiny prepared for an earful but instead, Isabella said. " You're only jealous that I chose her."

This time, Destiny was the one to pull her tongue out at her before following Isabella out.

****

Destiny has insisted to go home after dinner with Arabella's family. They had wanted her to stay but Destiny knew she couldn't. She promised her grandfather that she would come back and she knows he's up waiting for her. If she spend the night outside, he'd die of worry. Destiny doesn't want to do anything that will affect his health.

The lights were unusually off in the sitting room when she pushed the door open and stepped in. Not just that. Destiny felt that she's being watched and that crept chills over her for some minutes.

She dipped her hand into her bag for her phone. She finally brought it out but the battery was flat. She gave up trying to turn it on and tried to look through the darkness but it was impossible.

Destiny began to walk to the switch to turn the lights on. She was born and bred in this house so even if her eyes are covered, she can find her way around. She knew every corner like the back of her hand.

Before she could reach the switch, a strong force shoved her to a corner roughly and caged her. Her bag and phone fell.

She knew the person. The person's fragrance alone gave it away and knowing the person is what made her heart rate escalate.

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