"Seeing how inseparable we were in high school and our reunion at university, it is evident that we are destined to be lifelong best friends. I acknowledge the mistakes I made in the past, but I sincerely hope you will give me another opportunity to regain the title of your closest companion." Her countenance was so persuasive that I found myself unable to resist, even when faced with her noticeable baby bump as she presented me with a ribbon-wrapped box of chocolates. "That makes me a future godmother," I responded in a playful manner. "Absolutely," she replied, visibly relieved that I had indicated my acceptance. We shared a brief, tender hug before I accepted the box of chocolates from her and offered her a seat on one of my many comfortable cushioned chairs. She sat down carefully, appearing to be near her delivery date. "What would you like to drink? Juice, yoghurt, vodka, champagne, red wine, or tea?" I inquired. She chuckled at each option mentioned. "I could continue list
BELLA'S POV.Contemplated how quickly the initial month had passed, only to find ourselves in the second month with the boss absent who was at the women in insurance conference in Houston. She had entrusted me with the responsibility of overseeing the firm in her absence. Managing the staff was manageable, but being in the same space with Wale, who often acted superior for his age, was a challenging task. Whatever had happened between us in the past was not something I was willing to disclose.During a particular lunch hour, I visited a fancy restaurant nearby and ordered my usual meal of chicken salad and a hot cup of black coffee. I noticed the interns already seated at a table, enjoying their lunch without realizing I was there. I discreetly sat at a nearby table to eavesdrop on their conversation, wanting to ensure that Wale wouldn't mention anything about me."Wale, why won't you even look at me?" Clara posed the unexpected question to him."What do you mean by 'look at you'?" Ke
BELLA'S POV I arrived at the vibrant establishment that evening in a taxi, the venue illuminated with disco lights, a diverse array of customers, and a variety of drinks. I carefully placed my phone into the rear pocket of my snug denim trousers. I was escorted to the exclusive VIP area where he sat, consumed by alcohol; rambling incoherently, sharing unnecessary jokes. "You made it?" He remarked, grasping my cheeks as I attempted to assist him, but my efforts were futile. I held onto his wallet, phone, and car keys. Seeking aid from a staff member, I was graciously assisted in escorting him to his vehicle; ensuring he was seated in the back, secured with a seatbelt. I generously tipped the staff member for his assistance. I assumed the role of a driver, inquiring about the location of his residence. "My house is inside..." His speech was slurred. I was puzzled. I turned back to face him, "Where?" I inquired. "Inside." He gestured, pointing to the dashboard. "You can't be serious
JỌLÁADÉ'S POV "Hello Jade," I greeted her over the phone as I packed prepared meals into a lunch bag. "You're back?" "Yes. Last night... Do you have any idea where Zach might be? I heard he's on a movie set within the state, but the exact location is unknown." "That might be challenging," she responded with a hint of distress in her voice. I grew concerned upon hearing her tone. "Are you alright?" "Yes, just feeling a bit off," she replied. "I think I can ask someone for his whereabouts." "Are you certain?" "Yes. I'll do my best. It might take some time, but I'll definitely keep you informed," she assured me, and I trusted her word. "May I ask why you suddenly want to know his location?" "I messed up, Jade. I haven't spoken to him in over a week." "What? Why not?" "I've been extremely busy," I explained. "Jọláadé, that's not ideal." "I know. That's why I'm trying to reach out to him since he hasn't been answering my calls," I admitted regretfully. As I sat at the dinin
"Yes... We have no other option due to a few complications," the nurse explained. "If the Cesarean section is performed, will she recover?" "Absolutely." "May I sign the consent form since I am the only available person?" "Of course, there is no need to delay," she replied and escorted me to the counter where I could complete the formalities. The nurse returned to the operating room, leaving me feeling twice as anxious as before. I found it impossible to stay seated; instead, I paced nervously in the waiting area, murmuring every prayer that came to mind. Glancing at my phone, I noted that it was nearly dawn, 5:15 am. I made an effort to summon courage, although fear continued to grip me. Five minutes later, the doctor emerged from the operating room and reassured me, "Madam, she is out of danger, nothing to be concerned about." "And the baby?" "Both mother and baby are in good health. The nurses are tending to them." I was overcome with joy. Finally, I was able to smile. "Co
On a bustling night in the city, I found myself craving street food from a food trailer far from my home. I pulled up my hoodie to hide my face and observed the ambient glow of the street lights, shop signs and building reflections. The diverse crowd around me was busy buying and selling, with lovers strolling by and an emotional group watching a street performance of a love song that touched my heart. The lyrics reminded me of the complexities in my love life. "Chicken barbecue and a canned beer, please," I requested from the person in the food trailer. "Coming right up," he replied. I settled into one of the plastic chairs at a table with a disposable cup and napkins. The gentle breeze calmed my soul as I watched people passing by, some stopping to buy from the food trailer. It seemed like no one cared about each other's business at that moment. If only it had always been that way, no one would intrude on anyone's privacy. The arrival of my order brought me back to reality. The
BELLA'S POV "Why did my heart flutter at the sight of him with my boss? Whatever that may be between them is none of my business... Come to think of it, my boss can't possibly be with two brothers. Snap out of it, Bella. Ms. Jọláadé's feelings for Mr. Zach are genuine." My thoughts were in turmoil as I recalled the scenario again. It wasn't a work day, it was another day to rest, reset, and unwind. I was dressed in a crop top and shorts. I settled on the clean floor of my living room with a plate of pastries, a cup of black steaming coffee, and a TV show on display, desperately hoping there would be no work emergencies. My phone beeped, it was a text from Wale stating, "You owe me." I returned the phone to its initial position and continued with my meal. I indeed owe him even after how I had turned him down the day he offered dinner at the same time as Christian, who I also had to turn down. He didn't hesitate to help me out when I reached out to him for help. With his status and
JỌLÁADÉ'S POV There is nothing quite like a uniquely crafted, elegant evening gown for an official dinner party thrown by a distinguished dignitary in the nation, poised to captivate and command the attention of all, perhaps even causing them to forget their companions. The ultimate way to command that full attention is to arrive fashionably late. The grand entrance, when most guests are already present, is paramount. All eyes are fixed on you as if you are the host, seizing the moment. As I entered the lavishly adorned venue, aglow with opulent chandeliers and soft lighting, all gazes were upon me, and the rising murmur of the crowd was all I could hear; evidently, I had disrupted the socializing. I had arrived to reclaim my crown and honour; in that moment, I had to embody a warrior in a gown, determined to succeed. Despite my nerves, I remained steadfast. Gracefully, I made my way to a cocktail table, where a waiter approached me with a drink. I accepted a glass of champagne and
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