My life seemed kinda perfect, right? Maybe it was; maybe it wasn't.
It was no longer a secret that Zach got engaged to a common woman. His agency had thought he acted out of stupidity just for the press. Yet, when they realized it was not a gimmick some of his deals got terminated.Terrible, right?What was I supposed to do? I didn’t see it coming… getting so much attention, and my pictures boldly displayed on several pages and blogs. Thinking about it, he was already living the life… the fame and all. Why did he move on with the proposal when he knew what was at stake? I asked myself almost all the time. Or was it just a publicity stunt?That can't be true. I felt it… His eyes… The moment was so real that I could reminisce over and over.However, work has been flourishing ever since the release of the movie. We gained more wealthy clients. It didn't just end with the business tycoons, even politicians were keen on investing.Therefore, I could say I owe that part of my success to him. He vouched for me when the agency needed an insurance company they could trust for the project.>>>>It was the early morning of a work day; I was preparing for work. Sorted my files and other necessary stuff.I spent the night at his place after he was discharged. Someone had to stay with him.I joined him in the bedroom and sat close to him. He was speaking with someone over the phone.“I don't need an assistant. I can take care of myself.” He told the person.After a few seconds he added,”Why should I?” “ What? Don't I deserve a life too? It's my private life.” He retorted.“I won't take up the interview.” He insisted and ended the call.He was worried and so was I…“Zach; What's going on?” “The director said some of my endorsement deals are being terminated.” He fumed with anger. “Why would they do that?” I was shocked.“Don't bother about it..” he said.“Tell me, you know I can handle anything.” I urged him.He sighed and replied, “It's the hospital proposal. They found out about it.”I knew it; What were we thinking?... I've had my fears.I was quiet; I wasn't sure of how to respond.He adjusted himself and faced me hoping for a reply that I never had.“I…I… don't know what to say…” I stuttered.“You said you could handle it.”“Yes, I said it… What were we expecting? Marriage? With your kind of career? It's so close to impossible.”“Don't talk like that. There are a whole lot of actors who are married.”“Yes, there are. Remember, whatever the agency says goes. They own you… I'll totally understand if you say the proposal was nothing real.”“But it is!”“We live in different worlds, Zach. All these?… between us?… I'm starting to feel unsure.”“How can you conclude like that? You said you could handle it.” He flared up.He paced around the room;“And I did. This is reality Zach. There is nothing you can do about it.” I told him.“How can you be so calm? We just started again. How can we end it so soon?” My eyes widened at the sound of his last statement. “I didn't say anything about ending things.” I countered.“What if that's what they wanted?”“Who? Your fans? Client? Agency?” I queried.“I didn't mind when my pictures were on almost every blog and your female fans were spewing all sorts of trash about me. I stayed, Zach. And I'm not planning on leaving soon.” I added.And here we are again.>>>>I arrived with an awful countenance. Bella was already waiting at the entrance to receive my things. She greeted me and I realized my response was so cold.On getting to my office, Bella placed my things on my desk and said, “ And a cup of coffee to help you through the day.” “Thank you, Bella.” She always seemed to know what I needed. She waited to see if I needed anything.“That will be all.” I told her.She retreated and closed the door.While my head was still ringing with loads of thoughts, I took a sip. The warm taste was rather refreshing.That very moment I got an unexpected or a rather expected guest.“There's someone here to see you… said it's important.” Bella reported over the telephone.“Who is it?” I demanded.“ The director.”My heart skipped.“Le.. let him in.” I stuttered.I was still on my feet when I saw the bald middle aged man walk in.“Mr. Ike,” I muttered with a forced smile.“Miss Jọláadé…This won't take too long. I could have done it over the phone but facial expressions will go a long way.” He meant business.“I know why you are here.” I told him calmly.“Do you?” He snapped.Woah! He wasn't going to take it lightly. I won't let anyone come into my space and talk down on me because I'm the woman. Never!“Why don't you have a seat, first?” I tried to be cool.“Like I said, this won't take too long.” He repeated.“Alright.” I sat comfortably on my chair.“During the little time we spent together I found your personality to be amazing. However, the whole thing going on between you too is just a fling. It has to stop.And if you really care about him and you wouldn't want what he had built to crumble, I'll suggest you end whatever that might be going on.”“Mr. Ike. I get that you are a businessman. I just have a few questions for you.What did you do when the news of him being with Jade was everywhere? Nothing. Who was the first to visit him in the hospital? Me!.So for the last reason you mentioned, let's just act like the proposal never happened. Then everybody will be happy. He can claim it's nothing serious during the interview.I think I've helped. But ending things?... I don't think that will be possible.”“Unless… unless…” I gesticulated.“Unless he ends things with me on his own terms.” I added. He wanted to speak but i countered“Mr. Ike, you need him. He's more important to the agency than five actors combined. We both know that.”“I believe that will be all. It's early and I have work to do. Have a nice day.” I spoke boldly while I flipped open my laptop.He was dumbfounded.Apparently, he wasn't expecting that side of me.He quietly vacated the room.>>>>I couldn't bring myself to go for lunch. I was on my phone scanning through posts. Moreover, I came across a clip of an interview with Zach.I bet he decided to attend. To clear the controversies.“Let's talk about the proposal. What was it about? Was it real? Or just a publicity stunt.” The presenter asked.“So, this is it. It was not real. It was just a way to entertain the patients. I actually proposed to a girl in my latest movie.”“Yeah. That's right. However, we've been hearing rumors about you two actually dating. In fact you've both gone on several dates.”“Wow!” He was shocked at how every part of his personal life was no longer personal.“Don’t get it twisted. I can take anybody out. It shouldn't give the impression that we are dating. I'm one of her clients and she's become a friend. And I don't have to report to anyone about who I choose as my friend.” He was a natural.“Yeah right... There you have it people. It wasn't a real thing… All my ladies out there, calm down. Nobody's gonna snatch your Tv sweetheart.”Afterall it's always been about the fans.Sometimes, I pitied him for living in a world where your private life can't even be private.Nevertheless, he should have known what he signed up for. What about me? How did I get here? Blame it on my heart.A notification popped up and I clicked on it.It was a live stream. Welcome to the era where anybody can claim to be an influencer or a content creator.There she was, the melanin skinned beauty. One of the famous i*******m queens, Pearl, spewing bullshit.I sometimes wonder who are the people who engage with her stupid content.Fake lives, lies and lies… They've all got secrets too yet they would think twice before dragging a celebrity's name in the mud.Wait! What? I couldn't believe my ears.She just claimed she had a one night stand with Zach!She said it and before a blink of an eye the rumor was everywhere.It disgusts me when I see these wannabe queen bees and upcoming content creators take advantage of an ugly situation just to gain views and followers.I got back home very late and made something light for dinner.Dinner was over; I had a cold shower and wrapped myself.My phone buzzed; Zach was calling;“Hi… did you miss me, already?” I teased.“I'm at the door.” He mumbled.I hurried to the door and let him in.“Hi…” he greeted; catching his breath as I shut the door. He was wearing a short and an oversized hoodie with sunglasses.“If you are trying to disguise yourself, you've done pretty bad because you only made yourself look more suspicious.”“Oh my!” he exclaimed childishly. He took off his sunglasses and the hood hiding his face.Finally, he noticed what I was wearing; a white towel. He struggled to act neutral.We proceeded into the bedroom. He slumped on my bed like one who is tired.I sat before my dressi
Sunshine…rain…happiness…sadness…It's been weeks of emotional rollercoaster; nevertheless work has been fine.Three weeks of refusing to see or talk to him; forwarded his calls into voicemail and would listen whenever I wanted.During that period I had the advantage to visit mommy Enitan's children; I wondered how they had been coping as they had been on my mind.They were staying with a relative in another state who seemed to be doing a good job by taking care of them. However, a mother's love is incomparable.As much as the saying is true with most people, for me it was otherwise.Ever wondered why I haven't mentioned family, because to me family is restraint; to my dream, purpose and self-esteem. I wondered what power they thought they had to choose and write your destiny. They believe they are always right. On this fateful day, work had been so hectic; from one meeting to the other; evaluation, reviewing reports and making new strategic plans.My table was loaded…I was in a
“Hello, I heard you came to the bar. Are you feeling well? Please contact me upon receiving this message.”Christian! It seems one of his employees informed him of my presence. I felt remorseful for not reaching out to him since his departure, yet he displayed concern for me.Perhaps he was aware of the current situation between Zach and me.That particular day, I was not feeling well, luckily it was Friday. Therefore, I opted to work from the comfort of my home.I spent the entire day ruminating, and by noon, I was still in bed with my book, laptop, and phone.I found it difficult to reach out to him; I missed him, but I hesitated to make contact on uncertain terms.My phone rang; it was a video call from Christian, which I transferred to my laptop."Christian, hello!"I greeted warmly."Hey!"he responded, noting my demeanor."It has been a while,"I murmured."You appear distant, and you do not look well,"he observed."I am fine,"I replied, attempting to compose myself."No, you're no
One day, while I was grocery shopping, I encountered an unusual woman wearing sunglasses who accidentally bumped into me. I couldn't help but wonder about her choice of sunglasses and a hoodie. I even speculated that she might be a victim of domestic violence.Despite avoiding eye contact, her voice sounded oddly familiar. To confirm my suspicion, I called out her name - Jadesola. The recognition in her reaction confirmed my suspicions. As she removed her sunglasses, I finally saw her face - Jọláadé. She uttered my name in astonishment.I couldn't help but question why she felt the need to disguise herself, considering she is a well-known celebrity. My confusion was quickly dispelled when I finally noticed her baby bump, which left me speechless.I could only hope that my assumptions were incorrect. Zach had better pray that my fears were unfounded.I seethed with fury within. A baby bump? How could this be? My mind had conjured up countless scenarios. Perhaps I had fallen prey to dec
As I opened the curtains, the warm sunlight of a November morning poured into the room, filling me with a sense of calm and confidence. The upcoming trip was on my mind, and I knew I had to be well-prepared not only to impress my boss but also to make a mark on every woman working in the insurance industry in our country."Hey Bella, could you please collate the files I emailed you and reach out to all the clients involved to schedule a meeting at the office for a biodata upgrade? Also, make sure to assign some staff members who are meticulous and detail-oriented, "I dictated a voice message.The day was off to a beautiful start, marking the beginning of a new month. Excitement and nervousness mingled within me as thoughts of the upcoming presentation danced in my head. Still in my pyjamas, I made my way to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast. I cracked two eggs into a bowl, sprinkled in my favourite seasonings and spices, and whisked them together. Just as I was about to take th
I awoke to a loud knock at the door. My eyes met Bella, who was peacefully slumbering on the sofa. I fetched a blanket and covered her lower body. Slipping my feet into a slipper, I cautiously peered out before identifying the visitor. As I opened the door, I was greeted by Erica, holding a small box of cookies, her face adorned with a warm smile."Good morning, girl," she greeted. "I overheard the lively gathering you had last night. While they say three's a crowd, I wouldn't mind being included next time," she implored with a childlike charm that I found amusing.Just as I was about to respond, she interrupted, pointing to the box of cookies she held out to me. "Here," she said. "Consider these cookies a token of my desire to be your friend.""A bribe?" I quipped."A bribe? If that's how it seems, I would be delighted if we could establish a positive relationship," she replied. I graciously accepted her gift, and she beamed in return."I would also like to extend an invitation for
"Hello, how did the meeting transpire?" Christian inquired through a video call. I let out a sigh and responded, "It did not unfold as anticipated." As I aimed the remote at the television to lower the volume, my laptop sat before me as I settled into the sofa. I had at last returned to the comfort of my own abode. Home, sweet home.48 HOURS EARLIER;Standing before the expansive audience, I began, "The inception of insurance in my homeland dates back to 1879 when British colonial traders sought to safeguard their maritime trade, a venture they held dear. Initially, insurance underwriting was conducted in London, with local agents in my country issuing cover notes. The insurance industry flourished with the establishment of the first assurance company, the Royal Exchange Assurance, in 1921, a pioneering endeavour, followed by others. Subsequently, the first indigenous insurance company, the African Insurance Company Limited, emerged in 1950. Eventually, my country established its own i
About a year ago, during my doctoral program, I emerged from a lecture hall after a lengthy day of academic pursuits. The intense sunlight outside made me hesitant to leave the hallway. As I stood there lost in thought, a sudden umbrella was placed over my head, shielding me from the sun. I looked up to see a young man with a rich complexion holding the umbrella above me."Would you like a ride? My car is parked nearby," he offered, his expression serious yet captivating."Thank you, but I will find my own way," I politely declined."It appears otherwise to me, but if you insist," he said, placing the umbrella in my hand and walking away. "You can return it tomorrow.""How will I locate you?" I called after him."I will find you," he replied as he disappeared into the distance. Smiling, I clutched the umbrella and stepped into the sunlight as I made my way home.Upon my return, I found Jadesola waiting at home, eager to hear about my day. At that time, Jadesola was still my best frien
I felt agitated and anxious while pacing back and forth in my office; he had stopped answering my calls. Suddenly, he entered my office, catching me off guard. However, his expression was not what I had expected; he was sporting a wide grin and carrying a shopping bag. "Zach? You need to explain yourself. What's happening? You had me concerned." "There's no need to worry," he replied, moving closer. Placing the bag on the sofa, he continued, "Do you recall the movie trailer that garnered over two million views in just two days?" "Yes, I do," I responded. "We have received numerous calls and emails from people requesting to attend the premiere. It's in a week, and I want you to accompany me." "Are you certain this is wise?" "Why wouldn't it be?" "What about your agency and fans?" "Can you momentarily set them aside and focus on me? This is my desire." After a brief pause, I nodded, "I'll do it for you," he motioned towards the bag. "What's inside?" I asked as we both sat on
While we were driving back home, Zach became curious and inquired, "What was the secret?" "It's something I can't reveal." "Yes, I understand it's confidential." "Exactly, that's why I can't disclose it." "Are we keeping secrets from each other?" "Alright, I'll share this much - it's women's talk." "And then?" "That's all I can say for now." He looked at me and grinned. "Could you please concentrate on driving?" "How can I focus when you're right here beside me?" I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush at his compliment. "We need to prepare for the wedding," I reminded him. >>>> The anticipated day arrived at last; wedding bells chimed, love filled the air, and the celebration was in full swing. I may have upset a few people by taking their place, but I paid no mind to whoever they might have been. The church service concluded, and the reception was a lively affair filled with dancing and joy. The bride had wed a football star who had all the ladies swooning; I caught glimpses
I followed the guard to the room where he was detained and handcuffed. Both the lawyer and Zach wanted to accompany me, but I insisted on going alone. Upon entering the room, I was met with a malevolent grin on the guard's face, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The guard excused himself as I seated, leaving me to face the most malevolent individual I had ever encountered. "I received your message from the court. So, you've decided to take legal action?" he sneered. "I can't fathom where you found the courage to do so. Someone must have influenced you. But beware, if the tables turn, I will come after you and all those close to you." It was evident that he was trying to mask his fear. He knew there was no turning back from this, as I, the witness, was determined to ensure that he received the rightful judgment he deserved. Taking a deep breath, I began, "Firstly, I must express my regret for ever crossing paths with you. Secondly, I release you from my heart today so that I m
The following morning, he was still fast asleep when I woke up. I brushed my teeth and went through my skincare routine. I heard a strange noise coming from the living room, so I decided to investigate. As I walked downstairs, my braids fell across my shoulders. To my surprise, the door was left slightly open. Although we might have forgotten to lock it due to last night's activities, we definitely didn't leave it ajar. I noticed a large suitcase near the entrance, which was unexpected since Zach hadn't mentioned any travel plans. I heard a grunt and some muffled talking outside the house. I waited and saw an elderly man entering, carrying a heavy suitcase that he dropped by the door. When he saw me, he asked, "And who might you be?" I was at a loss for words since I didn't recognize him, but then Mrs. Williams walked in, surprising me. "You're here!" she exclaimed happily, and I greeted her in a traditional manner by kneeling. "Hey!" she stopped me, pulling me to my feet. "You don'
I have decided to detach myself from my neighbours; they always end up causing me heartache. I graciously accepted the gift, but it didn't really excite me. I put on a fake smile and greeted her. She thanked me and left with the little girl. I wish them well and hope they stick around longer than the others. I wasn't in the mood for any more neighbour drama; I had my fill of it. Why is it customary to give gifts to new neighbours when they move in? I don't personally see the point. I went back inside and took a much-needed shower, feeling refreshed and clean. I returned to the living room in casual attire and watched a bit of a movie while having lunch. Then, I received a call from Zach, saying, "The trial date has been set. We'll be going to court more often." he texted. I let out a sigh, my breath shaking, a hint of fear creeping into my heart. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I have to do this, not just for myself, but for my mother. Benson must be held accountable.
"Would you like me to prepare your bath?" I paused in the middle of sipping my tea and turned to face him. I swallowed, "What exactly do you mean by 'prepare my bath'?" I inquired. "Don't worry, I am fully capable of doing it myself," I insisted. "Are you certain?" he persisted. "Yes, I am," I responded, attempting to avoid overreacting. Placing the cup on the tray, I started to rise from the bed. "Where are you off to?" he inquired. "I need to head to the gym, so I must get ready," I explained. "Should I accompany you?" he asked. "No, you can stay here and wait for my return. It should only take around two to three hours," I reassured. "Two to three hours?" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this? What if you injure yourself?" he countered. "I am not a child, Zach. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," I insisted. Just as the words left my lips, I accidentally bumped my leg against one of the clothing boxes near the closet. I winced, and before I knew
"There were numerous beds, blankets, and a cosy atmosphere, and I found myself wondering why he wouldn't make a move on me. I had an amazing night - the delicious food, the movies we watched, and spending the whole day with him until this morning was so enjoyable. But apart from a kiss on my forehead, there wasn't anything more." I vented my feelings while trying to keep my composure in my seat. "And you wanted more..." the therapist asked. "Yes, I did." "Then why didn't you take the initiative?" "Because... because I was scared he avoided it because of my past. Maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore," I assumed. "When a man treats you so well, it shows his true feelings for you. Have you thought that he might not have made a move because he knows you're hurting and thinks it wouldn't be considerate of him?" the therapist suggested. I sighed, realizing she might be right. I've noticed the way he looks at me, his eyes filled with more passion for me than ever before, and I
"He did that?" "Yes. I was quite taken aback myself," I responded to the lady seated across from me. The office was pleasant and cosy; gazing at the woman's countenance assured me that I could confide in her. She had been an attentive listener all along. She was recommended to me by one of the incredible individuals I met at the gym, and my sessions with her have been excellent thus far. "First and foremost, I must commend you for your courage in opening up to him. It truly requires a lot of bravery to confess to him despite being aware of the potential outcomes," she remarked. "Thank you," I murmured, wiping away the remnants of tears on my face with the tissue in my hand. "So, how have you been feeling since then?" I exhaled, raising my head slightly with my gaze fixed on the wall behind her. "I felt relieved; relieved that I was no longer concealing things from him; it felt like a weight of the secret had been lifted, and I felt a sense of ease; but somehow, it didn't alleviat
We strolled down the street together, taking in the sights. Out of the blue, he reached for my hand, catching me off guard. As we passed by my usual store, I felt drawn to the array of alcoholic beverages on display, my throat craving a sip. "Zach, do you know why my doctor warned me about alcohol?" I inquired. "No, I have no clue," he replied. "I struggle with alcohol... I'm addicted... and right now, I just wish I could drown my sorrows in a bottle until they disappear," I confessed. He halted, gently turning my face to meet his gaze. "Are you in pain?" he asked. I let out a sigh and resumed walking, with him following closely. "Do you know why I take that pill? I suffer from tremors and anxiety when I'm scared or anxious," he revealed. "Stop beating around the bush, Jolaade. Just tell me," he urged. "Would you mind if we stopped over there?" I gestured towards a nearby restaurant, suggesting we grab a bite to eat and chat. He agreed, and we secured a private table at the re