Naomi's POV"I want to invite you to dinner."I must have heard him wrong. There was no way Derrick Boone would invite me to a dinner date with him. If he did, then pigs have started flying. Although, he had been doing a lot of strange things recently but asking me out is out of it. He was different from the man I was married to but that doesn't mean I would just accept his invitation."Why should I?"He looked like a kid whose favourite toy got stolen. "I told you. I want you back in my life and I want to make it up to you."Who is this guy and what has he done to the Derrick I know? The last time I had suggested going with him to a dinner party. He had that a lot. Sometimes, it's a lunch party. Sometimes, charity parties. There was always one party or another to go to. I was bored out of my head from reading and just playing wife at home. I was young and needed fun in my life. I wanted to attend one of those parties - mainly out of curiosity - because Derrick always comes back late
Derrick's POVI had always been regarded as the life of the party but at the moment I felt as if I don't have a life not to talk about being the life of a party. I sat in a corner drinking my wine slowly while trying to take in the scene before me. Everyone was grinding. They all had a partner who came with them to the party, and most were kissing and about to get a room upstairs. It was supposed to be a business meeting, whereby you make new connections, and seal old deals with old connections. But, it seem I was out of tune with the term of the party. I was sexually deprived. Ever since I heard of Naomi's return I had abstained from sex, not because I wanted to but because nothing in the skirt department apart from Naomi was doing it for me. I was still trying to get myself drunk when I laid my eyes on the fucker that came to Naomi's house. What a surprise! I had no idea we roamed the same social circle and it was my first time seeing him. He sat at the bar, and a redhead slim la
Naomi's POVI was getting used to the flowers sent by Derrick and I was expecting more flowers from him. Suddenly, the flowers stopped coming. I already dedicated a room for his flowers alone. Dean also played in the room whenever he likes. He said, he loves the smell of the room. I also loved it. Sometimes, if I was out of inspiration, I just sit in the room and take care of the flowers. It was one of my new favourite things to do. Then instead of flowers, he sent books. I almost screamed. He sent one of my favourite books, the first edition. I had no idea how he knew the book but at the front, he wrote.I hope you end up with me,Just like she ended up with him.The Derrick I knew did not give two shits about books. So, how did he know about what happened in the books? I treasured the book and added it to a new column in my library. I was humming and highly inspired to start a new story when another knock distracted me. I was hoping it was another boom from Derrick.
Derrick's POVI guess getting to know someone better through their friend was easier. Emily let me in on a lot of things I should have known about Naomi and made it easier for her to stop looking at me as if she wanted to murder me. We weren't that close now but she was way friendlier than she was when I first knocked on her door. Dean was seated opposite me. We were playing a game, and I couldn't help but notice how similar he was to me. I guess getting closer to his mother also made him stop hating me. "I got it." he smiled while putting the animal in the puzzle box. I smiled at his innocence; I had seen that when we started playing the game. I only pretended not to see it and he believed that. Children would always be children and for the first time, I was imagining what it would look like to have a child. What would a child with Naomi look like? The thought brought a smile to my face.“Why are you smiling?” Dean frowned. “You should be angry that I won.”The smile on my face
NAOMI'S POVFor some reason, someone out there thought it was fun to play with my sanity. Apart from the picture of the beheaded Dean, I had received images on my phone. Sometimes, it was the image of us both going out with Dean’s picture cancelled with an x. I have seen those sorts of things a lot in a movie and I knew it meant Dean was whoever was doing this target. I was bothered and losing my sanity that I could barely sleep out of the fear that someone out there might hurt Dean. Why Dean of all people? If the target was me. I would be more at ease than this. Other times, it was his picture or a video of him playing with other kids in his classroom. Sometimes it was him and Emily. I had thought of reporting it to the police but it might only annoy whoever was doing this and may put Dean in more danger. That was the only reason I was keeping it to myself. I didn’t tell Emily and I told Emily almost everything happening to me. “I think it’s been a long time since we went ou
Derrick’s povThe thought that a stranger was coming to snatch Dean anytime soon couldn’t erase itself from my mind. I wasn’t sure if it was true or not and I stopped caring about that the moment it became a probability in my mind. Regardless of the fact, I was going to research Dean’s father and I was going to put him in his position.Ricky was opposite me taking a sip from his glass of wine. “Why do you look so serious, man?”I took a sip too, ignoring him.“I must say, you are no more fun since Naomi came back.” I looked up to stare at him. He was focusing on me than on his drink.“What do you mean?”“Have you met yourself lately? You no longer go out. You don’t even come to your club anymore and I hardly spend time with you. The only person you want to see and spend all your time with is Naomi. I don’t get it.”I sip all the drinks at once. “I don’t know, man. All I know is I need Naomi back in my life and if it means spending all my day with her. I seriously don’t mind it a
Naomi’s POVFinally, I had one week of rest and freedom. There was no strange note, picture or videos from anywhere. It might be the fact that I had hired bodyguards for Dean. I won’t be pushed around the way I was when I had no money, and Dean would be the last person anyone would hurt under my guardians.Derrick was also not coming, and somehow, I don’t know how, but I knew that I missed him. I missed how he tried making conversations with me even when he was obviously bored. I missed how Dean was getting along with his father, although, the said father had no idea he was his son. I missed getting novels or flowers too.I felt the urge to visit him, but I didn’t want to give him the impression that I care about him. The old Derrick that ignored me and barely knew I existed might come back.“I am home today. Let’s have some fun.”I could swear on my life that Emily was a party freak. She was a social butterfly – always wanting to go out. This time around, I did not dismiss
Derrick’s POVI sat quietly beside Naomi while she narrated her story. I cried because I knew it was all my fault. If I had listened to what she had to say, I wouldn’t have missed five years out of my son’s life, and I wouldn’t be here regretting the times I had missed in his life. Yet, I wished she had told me he was my son.“You should have told me when you got back.”She was also crying, “I know. I know I was supposed to tell you, but I don’t know how you will react to the news and you don’t even like me. You ignored me all the time then, so I thought you will also ignore our son. You are so nice to Dean when you have no idea, he is your son, and I was happy to see you together.” She blew her nose. “I’m really sorry I hide it from you.”“It’s okay.” I tried wiping the tears from her cheeks. “You do have a point. It was my fault for not listening to you, and I had always treated you badly. But I promise to be better now. I promise to treat you the way you deserve, and I like
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