23. His POV

GIVEON JAMESON

"Take care son and call us when you get home." My mom said.

"I will," I replied.

"Make sure to take care of her and be nice." She reminded me.

"Seriously mom?" I replied, feeling bored already because I knew what it was that she was doing. She was my mom and also one of those who knew how hard it was for me then to get my heart broken by a girl for the first time.

It wasn't like we were ever together but I crushed on her. Everyone except her knew that but somehow she managed to break my heart without accepting me first. 

It's been five good years since I last saw her. Five years since I promised to never see her again and to hate her for shattering my heart. I remember the first time my parents told me about the arranged marriage, I told them I wasn't interested and turned them down.

Every time they wanted me to settle down, I reminded them I was still young and I wasn't twenty-five years but she would tell me settling down early wasn't a bad thing.

That was until my mom asked me to give it a trial and to meet the girl. She said if I didn't want after I saw her then they'd never bother me again. My parents aren't aware of my relationship with Miriam and that's because I didn't like Miriam to the point of ever wanting to settle with her.

Miriam and I got along pretty well, it started with casual sex until we added a label to the relationship hence the reason it was easy for me to go ahead and marry Mira and still be with her.

I had just parked my car and was about to make my way into the restaurant when I saw her through the glass window. She was seated looking pretty and quiet.  I thought I might have seen otherwise when I saw her but she was the one.

The girl who broke my heart. The girl who had chosen to sleep with my best friend ruined everything that I felt for her and broke the friendship I had with my best friend. 

I could remember how crazy it was that day after I saw the images of her and my best friend in a hotel room. I had approached him, how could he do that to me? He knew I liked her and he went ahead to do what he did.

In his defense, she came to him and asked for him to sleep with her and he did just that because she pleaded with him and he wasn't going to turn a girl down if he wanted sex and it's not like she knew of my feelings for her and cared for me.

Chris and I fought to the point that we were both bleeding and our parents had to intervene. I never spoke to him and he never did. I was hurt. My mom knew of my feelings for her. It was the first time I've ever liked someone before and I always blushed whenever I spoke about her.

I was terrible at expressing myself and would end up doing things that would make her hurt and she'd end up crying and each time I made up for it behind the scenes. 

My mom had told me to do right instead of being a bully to her when everything got fucked up and that's when I swore to always hate her.

She doesn't deserve it but neither did my heart. When I saw her, I knew that it was all a plan from my mom. I never thought that she'd be the one. Back in high school, she went by a different surname and she was on scholarship too so how was she related to Isaac Harrison?

I stood outside for longer minutes than I expected, thinking of what to do. I thought of leaving but somehow I made my way into that restaurant and said all I had to say not wanting to spare her a moment. 

I spoke to her like I didn't know her and she listened. Once I was done, I walked away. I went to Miriam's house that day to tell her of the arranged marriage which she was against and she threw tantrums.

I had to explain to her that it was against my wish when the truth was I could have easily refused if I didn't want to. Why did she agree to it? To torment me?  I thought to myself.

I didn't like how she was all over my mind and even while I was fucking Miriam, she was all I could think of then I vowed to make her pay for it, to use this as an opportunity to make her regret ever hurting me and that's what I've been doing every day but I've been failing.

I thought I was over her but I wasn't. I hated that I thought she might have someone in her life once she was always returning late and k hated how she could easily pull any man's attention.

When I called her out for not doing her job properly, I meant it. I've been letting it slide and having to handle it myself because I knew that wasn't her field.

It should be fun torturing her but I've come to realize that I was only making it hard for myself hence the reason I have chosen to stay away and keep her at arm's length until tonight when she's dancing seductively, making it hard for me to pay attention to my dad as he spoke.

"Where am I?" She mumbled in her sleep, her head resting against my chest as I held her.

"Stop being mean to me Giveon." She mumbled getting my attention.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have always been mean to me. I don't know… if I…. Past…" I couldn't make sense of what she was saying.

I didn't think that a little bit of alcohol would be enough to get her drunk. She was a lightweight. 

We arrived at the mansion and I carried her in my arms to her room. 

Just as I gently placed her on the bed, she wrapped her arms around my neck, preventing me from taking off her shoes.

"You looked handsome tonight." She blurted out with a sheepish smile on her face. 

I didn’t expect that from her and I found myself smiling. 

She closed her eyes and mumbled some words. “The devils are always the finest.” 

I shook my head. Seeing her being this free was cute to see. I didn’t think I’d admit that to myself. She hardly expresses herself and the one time she stood up to me was when she was speaking up for Mr Bolton. 

“Let go of my neck so that…” just as I tried to take her hands off, she pulled me close and her lips touched mine. 

Her hands slowly fell to herself, showing that she was finally asleep while I stood frozen for some seconds trying to comprehend what had just happened.