15. The girlfriend

MIRABEL

"Babe." The young lady called, now wrapping her arms around Giveon whose hand was firmly in his pocket now, still giving me a hard glare. 

"I asked a question, didn't I? Why am I not getting any response?"

"Who is she babe?" The blonde is asking instead, saving me from having to tell him to his face that I had to stay out of the house until night because I didn't want to see him. 

"She's the girl that lives with me." He replied, now referring me back to "the girl." But I don't take offense simply because I was starting to get used to it.

"Oh. The one who is supposed to be your wife?" She asked, scrutinizing me from head to toe that I felt like I should disappear at that moment. 

She knows he's married and is still around. Did he promise her marriage afterward? That he was going to get me to divorce him so that they would be together?

As much as I wanted to conclude that she might be playing a huge role in the reason he wants my life miserable, I couldn't do that, not after what he said to me at the office and what Beauty said too.

"She wore that to work? This tiny skirt?" The blonde commented, looking at my skirt.

He didn't reply to her and she continued to speak. "I don't know why she has to work for you. You can easily fire her but somehow you keep her around. For what reason? And don't give me the bullshit that it’s your parents that wanted allowed it."

It seems they might have been having a little misunderstanding because of the situation, judging by the way she spoke.

"Don't start Miriam," Giveon said through his teeth. His eyes were now back on me.

"Are you going to give me the answers that I need or do you want me to keep asking?" He smacked his lips. 

"What's your concern with where she's coming from by this time of the night? Let her do what she wants to do after all it's her fucking life." Miriam retorted. 

I felt a little gladness inside of me because I wanted to leave and I didn't want to speak to him not after what he said to me to hurt my feelings today.

"It's an arranged marriage and who knows if she had a boyfriend before all of this. Of course, she's going to want to fuck him so what's that with you?"

"Enough!" 

I flinched from the sound of his voice and Miriam did too but unlike me, she was better at managing her reaction.

"Now you are pissed? I'm not allowed to speak? You seem bothered by it or is there more to it that I don't know Giveon?" She was matching his energy now.

"I don't have time for this. If you want to argue all day then I think it's best that you leave."

She scoffed in disbelief. "Are you kicking me out of your house?"

He said nothing to her and I swore I saw red smoke come out of her ear as she glared at him. "Don't bother to call me the seconds I leave this place because what we have is over."

She stomped her way up the stairs angrily. 

I tried to also leave but I was stopped by Giveon. 

"This should be the last time that you ever come back later than I do, is that clear?" He turned to leave, climbing on the stairs as if going after his girlfriend.  I heaved a sigh of relief. 

I got to my room, freshened up, and slept for the day. The next day I continued my routine but went earlier to work, to do the needful. I met Beauty outside of the company.

"I hope you came with an extra skirt?" She teased and I chuckled before handing her her skirt in a bag.

"Thanks for yesterday."

"It's no problem. We can go shopping this weekend so you get some stuff that you'd likely need in the office, what do you think?" 

I nodded my head in response. Although I've not been paid, my grandfather sent me some money in my account which I'm guessing it's for me to have so that I don't have to ask or depend on Giveon.

I got Giveon's morning coffee ready and made it just in time for him. I also gave him his tab to look at the morning news and to know what was happening.

I tell him his schedule. The morning went well, with no complaints, and no disturbance and that's mainly because he attended a meeting and returned a few minutes before lunch break. 

While I packed my stuff in my bag to head for a lunch break, Miriam came into the office. She was looking good. Good would be an understatement because her presence got my attention. 

She was wearing an expensive cologne that could easily pull anyone's attention. Her blonde hair was no longer in a bun like I saw last night but was let down in light waves. She was wearing a short strapless black dress that fitted her body, also revealing her long legs. 

She was tall and because she was wearing heels, it made her taller, and judging from how I saw her, she would be standing at six feet, towering over my small frame of five feet three. 

I didn't know if she left yesterday as she said because I didn't have time to check on their business but judging that she's here, I'm guessing that they settled and are on good terms because Giveon left me to go after her.

"Good afternoon," I said, not sure of what to say to her. 

She doesn't reply. She pulled her glasses a little to look at me before looking away, making her way into Giveons office. At that moment, he was also stepping out of his office.

"Babe." She wrapped her arms around his neck placing a small kiss on his lips. 

My eyes met with Giveons eyes that moment and for some reason, I felt a little discomfort in the pit of my stomach.