Naomi’ POV“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to tell me first, instead of…” I waved, not wanting to finish my sentences. It had taken everything in me to stop him from having me raw. I wanted to pull him closer and get it done with, but I needed to stand my ground this time.I wouldn’t go back to acting like the Naomi he knew, and I don’t care if it was sheer stubbornness, but I was having a say in my life this time.He shrugged, still naked. I had to throw the duvet over him, and he cocked a brow, “I couldn’t resist my girlfriend masturbating to my name.”I frowned, “There’s something called privacy. It was part of our contract.”He pulled the duvet off him, and my eyes fell back to his cock. I groaned at his shamelessness. “Can you please put something on? I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”He smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. “It’s not my fault you can’t resist me. I already told you; this is all yours, you don’t have to be shy.”I held my robe, pick
Naomi’s P.O.V.My room was messy; I never knew I didn’t have any clothes good enough for a date. My clothes had always looked perfect to me until now. It didn’t help that Derrick was already dressed. He had also dressed Dean, and I was the one left delaying everything.I brought out the new dresses I had bought and sighed. This happens when you’re always indoors, busy with fictional characters. Now, I can’t magically make clothes appear out of nowhere. I needed to look good for her first date with Derrick.I picked up my phone and called Emily. Immediately, she picked up; I whispered yelled at her, “Emergency, Em.”“What happened?” her voice sounded urgent.I was ashamed to bother her with things like this when I was certain she had more urgent things to deal with. But this was equally important to me; I couldn’t mess up my first-ever date with Derrick with some ugly clothes. Derrick already looked too good in anything he wore. At least I needed to dress to look average beside him.“I
Derrick’s POVI watched Naomi’s face go pale before the box fell from her hand. I knew what was in it before trying to pick it up. The freak had followed us here and had used an innocent child to get to us. She wasn’t afraid of using an innocent child for her deed.Dean stared at the box on the floor, “What’s that, mummy?”I picked it up before he could try to touch it, “It’s nothing, Champ. It just fell off mummy’s hand. How about we finish our ice cream?” I closed the box back. I’ll deal with that when I get home. I had to hold Naomi before leading her away from the booth. Her hand was cold, and I could see her eyes darting left and right. I led us to one of the benches in the park. There was no one we could figure this person out in this crowd of people. “Mummy, your ice cream is melting?” Dean said.Naomi hadn’t bothered tasting the ice cream, and that worried me. It wasn’t safe here anymore.“I think we need to go home, Champ. Mum isn’t feeling too good.”Immediately, Dean look
Naomi’s P.O.V.My head was pounding when I woke up; I could still see the picture the freak had sent to me vividly. Now, I had been added to her target list, and she had used some bloody thing in the picture. It freaked me out. I stood up to check on my son; he was fast asleep on his bed. I sighed in relief. As long as my son was okay, I was fine, too. The pounding on my head worsened, so I moved towards the kitchen. At first, I saw Derrick’s back; he was busy with something. Then, my eyes slowly moved toward the mess in my kitchen. My kitchen had always been so neat, but now it looked like a bin pit, I screamed, getting Derrick’s attention.Immediately, he turned around. When he saw it was me, he smiled at me, lifting a plate before me, “You are awake. How do you feel now?”My eyes darted back to my kitchen, “How do I feel ? I feel like killing you. What have you done to my kitchen?”His eyes moved around and it widened as if he had just seen the mess he had created in my Kitchen,
Derrick’s P.O.V.The next day, we were all camped in the V.I.P. section of my club; Naomi, Emily, Ricky, Grey, and I. I understand that Grey was trying to help us, but I would have preferred if he wasn’t aware of the situation. The less people knew, the better it was for us, but he seemed to be something important to Emily with how he clutched beside her on the seat.I pulled Naomi firmly close to my side and very far from Grey’s side. Something about his face didn’t sit well with me, and it wasn’t because I was jealous or anything. How could a guy look as pretty as he is and still have those muscular features? Moreover, I have heard about Grey’s company, but nobody knew his background.Who goes around trusting that kind of guy? Obviously, Naomi’s best friend, Emily. We had to leave Dean with Diana; she was thrilled to have him over, but I had to warn her severely not to slip up in front of Dean. He didn’t know we were family, yet. Although I’d like to change that as soon as possible,
Five Years Ago. Naomi’s P.O.V. It was our second wedding anniversary. My husband rarely stays home, and I wanted to do something different to surprise him. He had no idea I was planning this because of our lack of communication. But I hope this would change his mind. “What do you think about this?” I asked Sandy. She sat on a chair with her legs crossed, sipping out of her wine glass. I wanted everything to be perfect, so I called my friends to help, although numerous maids were in the house. I didn’t trust their taste but believed in my friend’s taste. If they claim it was okay, then it was fine. I had ‘specially decorated the room attractively. I got the idea from one of the books I read. Sandy scrunched her nose up, “I think this is all childish. What has that flower got to do there? You guys are already married, not some sort of teenagers hoping to bang each other.” I frowned; I had put effort into making those flowers form the perfect love shape. “You think so. I thought it
Naomi’s P.O.V.“I’m sorry, Naomi.” Derrick’s voice sounded small, as if it had just happened yesterday. I forced a smile towards him.“It’s okay. You didn’t know what really happened. I think you let jealousy got over your feelings.”Derrick chuckled, “I think that’s true. When I saw your picture with another man, I could barely think of anything. I think I liked you way back then too, but I didn’t realize that. I was overcome with my ego. I’m sorry. I let my jealousy destroy our marriage.”We were back home, and Dean was sleeping in his room. Only God knew what he had done with Diana because he was so tired when he returned. I had to force him to eat his meal before he continued sleeping. Seeing him close his eyes while eating like he had performed a major job all day was quite cute.Derrick’s hand held mine, and it slowly traced a circular form on my hand, sending shivers down my body to my lady part. I had never been able to resist Derrick’s charm completely, but I congratulate my
Naomi’s P.O.V.Getting Maya’s house wasn’t difficult; she lived in the same apartment she lived in when we were still friends, but what I wasn’t expecting was the party going on. It wasn’t even a weekend, and she was having a party. Maya had always loved parties. When we were much younger, she hardly missed out on any party.I remained in my car and sighed. Unlike Maya, I hated parties. I hated the smell, the crowd, and the judgmental look. Everything was over the top for me. I loved staying indoors, curled with a nice romantic or erotica novel. I never get tired of reading those.Again, I wasn’t dressed up for a party. My only intention was to have a conversation with her and try to see if it was her or not.Maya might have been the reason Derrick divorced me, but I refused to believe that she was cruel enough to send such pictures to me. We might not be friends anymore, but we were once friends, and I never thought she would be that heartless.I closed my eyes and leaned on my backs
Naomi’s PovEverywhere was silent and the fact that it was all white made me feel a bit dizzy. I updated Derrick as I waited for the nurse to bring in Sandy.While awaiting trial, she was diagnosed with some kind of mental issue and was immediately transferred to a psychiatric hospital.I wasn’t supposed to be visiting her according to Derrick. I needed to stay far away from her, but I couldn’t help but be curious. I needed to know why she did that to me. I had expected it from Maya but never from Sandy.The banging of the door made me look up. Sandy was dressed in all white overall, her hair packed to one side with a cloth. Her face was bare. I had never seen her without makeup. She always wore it. She looked like a totally different person without her makeup. “Looks who’s here?” She said in a sing-song.The nurse left her, “Be careful. She’s getting better, but she isn’t well yet.”With that, she was gone.For a few minutes, I stared at the woman who made my life miserable these pa
Nomi's POVI paced my room as I waited for another message from Derrick. Ever since he claimed he needed to make a move, there was no message from him, which only raised my anxiety.I hated that he was putting himself in danger, but there was no other option. I had checked the location he shared with me, and I knew he had left the club hours ago, but now the blue dot on the map just sat in a place. He hadn’t moved from where he was for hours.There was no way Derrick wouldn’t have sent me a message to tell me what was going on with him, especially when I had sent him a message.I called Ricky. Immediately he picked up, and before I could ask him any question, he asked me first, “Did you hear from Derrick?”I could literally hear my heartbeat, “That was the reason I called you. He’s in some strange location that isn’t the club, and he isn’t picking up his calls. I’m afraid.”“I get you. Derrick sent me some pictures he found in Sandy’s room. He should be coming back unless he has been
Derrick’s POVTempting SandyI could hardly believe I was doing this again. I was back at the club, but this time to trap someone else entirely. Naomi had shown me various pictures of Sandy, she believed it would make it easier for me to identify her. And although it was the last thing I wanted, I could easily recognize her with my eyes closed.When she walked into the club with her out-of-shape dress, it only cemented the idea that she truly was the one after us. How could a woman dress that way and expect any man to be attracted to her?I had intentionally sat at an open place, so she could spot me whenever she came in. If truly she was attracted to me, she should be eager to garnish my attention, not knowing she was walking into a trap.But when our eyes met, she looked away.I sip a bit of my drink with renewed interest. Did she do that intentionally or are we just suspecting the wrong person?I spent hours waiting for her to make a move, but she didn’t. She had drank, danced, and
Naomi’s POV“You can’t mean Sandy.”The room was silent momentarily before Derrick nodded, “Of course, I meant her. Doesn’t she know you as much as Maya does?”She does, but Sandy is nothing like Maya. She was satisfied with what she had. She never craved what belonged to someone else. Someone like her won’t ever play a game like this. She was the peacekeeper in the group. Yet, I couldn’t open my mouth to justify her. We were talking about my son’s welfare. So I am open to all possibilities. It would be heartbreaking to discover this was truly Sandy.“But…” I opened my mouth to talk but the expression on everyone’s face told me not to try it.“So, we know that. What do we do?” Diana asked. She clung to Ricky, but the last thing on my mind was asking what was happening between them. I was more bothered about my child than their relationship.“We pretend we don’t know about it and set the same trap for her.”“But what if we are wrong again?” I can’t curb it.What if we are barking the w
Naomi’s POVI saw it. I was bothered because I hadn't heard from Derrick, and he hadn’t called. So, after putting Dean to bed, I came back to wait for him. It was the sound of the car that alerted me. I was waiting for him in the living room when I heard it. I jumped up from my seat to check if it was truly him, and that was when I saw him holding the same package. I recognized it now as I had stared at numerous of it and the image had found a way to stick to my head. So, I knew what he was holding.I expected him to come in, but he had gone back to his car and drove off. It kept me awake all night.‘What could have been in that package?’‘Did we get the wrong person?’‘What was going on?’‘Why didn’t Derrick come in to show it to me?’‘Why did he leave without saying anything?’A little tap behind me brought me back and made me realize that the egg I was frying was burnt beyond recognition.“Mum, What’s wrong?”I could list a lot of things that I thought were wrong in my head, but I
Derrick’s POVI had spent an hour discussing on an online meeting before Ricky stumbled to the living room in just his underwear. At first, he didn’t see me as his eyes were shut and he moved like he was being pushed towards his kitchen. I watched him finish a bottle of water before he opened his eyes. When he turned and saw me, he almost fell, making my smirk grow. It wasn’t every time I was able to surprise him, but getting such a reaction out of him made me momentarily forget what I was going through.“Dude, what are you doing in here?”I cocked a brow at him, “I should be asking what you were doing up there, but I don’t want to know. It gross just thinking about it.”He placed his finger into his hair before moving beside me, “Don’t tell me you have been here for a while?”I raised my hand. I am not saying a word.He smirked, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I had no idea how you were going to react and I didn’t want to add something else to everything going on around you.”I nodded,
Derrick’s P.O.V.My head aches; it doesn’t help that Maya or whatever she was called kept talking about herself. I’ve never met anyone so self-absorbed before. She thought I was into her and decided to tell me more about herself. It was a pity that I barely listened to whatever she was saying, but I bobbed my head up and down to encourage. If I was going to play this pretense game, then I might as well play it well.I was more than thankful when we finally pulled in front of her house. Excitedly, she opened the door and was bouncing on her feet when I got down. She made a show of linking our hands as we moved into her apartment.I looked around. It was a story-building apartment, but it should be easy enough to cover up immediately. I just needed to find evidence, and I’m out of there.Her apartment looked neat enough as if she expected to bring someone back home. It also smelled nice. I stood in the middle of the sitting room, not trying to feel comfortable. She looked around and no
Maya’s P.O.V.When I heard Derrick had returned to the club, I didn’t believe it at first. Everyone knew how he was hanged over Naomi, and he suddenly changed after she came back to town, so I gave up on going to the club to get his attention.There was no use; he was never there in the first place. He was too busy going over to Naomi to see any other person, and I didn’t see the need to hang onto a man who barely had time for me. I had almost given up on becoming Mrs. Boone until Naomi came over to my party to make that mess. It was embarrassing but also an eye-opener that she was finally having issues with Derrick and my opportunity to get him.It was annoying thinking of her as Mrs. Boone. If anyone deserved that position, it was me. I was prettier, and I always dated the best guy while we were at school. So, it was surprising to hear that Naomi had gotten married to him. I loathed that and desperately wanted to separate them. Luckily for me, I was able to separate them, but that d
Derrick’s POVI was back in the office, and I already missed Naomi. I missed having her close to me always, but we needed to do this, and I needed to give the crazy woman the courage to approach me. According to Naomi, staying away from her for a bit would encourage her to approach me, but I doubted it.Thankfully, I was lost at work to keep staring at time, and it helped me miss Naomi less. I had to keep my phone from me so I wouldn’t call her while working.After work, I called Ricky to hang out together at the club. From experience, I knew the easiest way for women to approach me was at the club. If I started frequently the club again, soon there would be rumors, and more ladies would approach me.I have visited the club for a week now and haven’t seen the freak. Lots of girls had approached me, and I had pretended to be into them, but it was disgusting when all I could think of was Naomi. I called her daily to make sure Dean was alright and to check if there was any new threat, bu