The punching bag hanged precariously from the chain attached to the ceiling, it would be no surprise if it fell off from the impact of my punches. The black tank top I was wearing was drenched in sweat that dripped to form a small pool at my feet; my forehead glistened, my hands ached but I was still upset.
Marenda and I vacation had been disturbed by my father's call, it was for an interview with my supposed wife, one that was also good for the image of the company.
My fist flew to the punching bag when I remembered the reason my father gave me, the reason why I was married to someone I didn't love. There was only one person who could make me feel better because this boxing wasn't doing any good and that was my mother.
Jumping into the bathroom adjoined to the gym, I quickly shower
Steven's POVI inserted the card into the keylock of our hotel room in Florida, loving how Marenda's face lighted up as it landed on the sight before her. Our flight landed a few minutes ago and the big grin on her face was a sign that I did the right thing by ditching that interview to be with her."Wow!" Her jaw dropped and a hand quickly went over to cover it. "It's so big."It was a deluxe hotel room, very spacious with access to the best view in the city; I had spared no expense in booking the best for my baby."Come see the view babe," Marenda said to me, forehead pressed to the one-way floor to wall glass that covered half of the room.Wrapping her waist from behind, I sniffed her hair, it smelt nice, just like coconut and vanilla, my new favourite scent. We stayed that way, just watching unsuspecting passersby.I leaned in kissin
Steven's POV"I will get it," I kept a hand on her waist to stop her from moving.With a frown on my face, ready to give a piece of my mind to the person who interrupted our moment, I unlocked the door to see a couple of uninvited guests – my father and his bodyguards.My heart skipped when my eyes came in contact with his and realisation dawn to me. I had not held honour to his request."You really disappointed me, Steven. After all my explanations, you refused to show up?" My father shook his head with disappointment etched all over his features."Why?" He asked and before I could form a word in my head, I was interrupted by Marenda."Babe, who is there?" Marenda asked from behind. I could hear her footsteps coming towards me. Without knowing my father was the one, she wrapped her arms around me from behind."So," My fa
Naomi POVI stood in the room, till shocked by what I heard Steven say. He hasn't been around for a week and he comes back to boss me?!I huffed placing my hands on my waist still wondering what was going on. As much as I wanted to obey and leave quietly, I wanted to see the worse he could do. I'm not usually daring or bold enough to confront anyone but I won't let him push me out of a room I'm used to.Steven came out of the bathroom, he looked up to see I was still in the room, placing his hands on waist, he took a deep breath."I see you are still here," Steven raised his brows in a questioning manner.He was dessed in a grey sweatpant and gray polo shirt which a towel around his neck, his hair was messy and wet too. I couldn't help but state at him, involuntarily swallowing the lump in my throat.The sound of a clap brought me out of m
Naomi's POVMonday came sooner than I expected. I stretched my arms as soon as I woke up, shit! It's work day for me. I hurridely got off the bed, running into the bathroom in my room. I had totally forgot to prepare ahead for today. How could I have forgotten?In an haste, I brushed my teeth and took my bath, ransacking through my wardrobe for the the perfect formal outfit for my first day at work.I finally settled down for a two piece gray shit, I packed my hair in a tight pony tail, using hair gel to style to the front of my hair.I wasn't very good at using make up, so I used red lip gloss alone.Packing the necessary documents needed along with me, I exited the house, hopping into the Mercedes Benz arranged to get me to work.All through the drive, i had an unsettling feeling in my gut, I guess it was normal to have this ki
Naomi's POVI woke up thinking it was another day already, waiting patiently for the elevator to be fixed so I could get out and get God's nature gift, air.I looked at my purse to realise the chocolate cookies was gone. I saw the nylon of the chocolate cookies beside Steven and I couldn't help but chuckle lightly.He was acting like a super hero earlier. I cleared my throat when I saw noticed him stretching his arms.An idea came to me and I smirked. "Do you perhaps know where my chocolate cookie are? It was in my purse earlier," I asked acting as if I was looking for it.Steven said nothing. "Don't tell me, rat were able to come inside the elevator?" Steven said nothing still, I held myself from laughing out loud."Did mother ghost come in here?!" I asked with fright."Just stop okay! We were not robbed and...and.
"Steven!" I called out to him. He's damn heavy, it was like his entire weight were on me.I took a deep breath trying to hold unto him so as not for him to make me fall considering his entire body rested on mine.All the staffs were sleeping already considering it was past two in the midnight and waking or disturbing their sleep was something I wouldn't want to do."Steven!" I called him, tapping him lightly to see if he could hear me. Shit! I muttered.I was getting wet too by his wet body. I lifted him off me for a second to take a look at his face, his eyes were closed, he looked different.I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him. I wondered where he went to, what happened to him and why he looked this way.Dragging Steven along with me, I pulled him towards the couch with great force, my hands were hurting, he looked lifeles
I sighed as soon as I got into the house. My head aches from too many working, my feet hurts from walking on heels all day and my fingers aches from typing too much.Steven followed suit behind me. Since we called a truce and became friends, Steven and I went to work together and came back together.We do questions and answers session when we were less busy to get to know one another. Although we didn't talk much, the mood between us was cool.It's been two weeks since the whole incident with him coming back home in a wretched state.Curiosity of what had happened to him still wondered in my mind but I didn't have enough courage to ask him. He has been working extra lately, I noticed something was off about him and I knew it had to do with that night.After taking a quick shower, I craved for fruit salad, so I made some for myself and Steven.I gently ope
Naomi's POVThis was my first time in a charity event. The charity event was hosted by one of the partners of Madagascar incorporated company. The ladies looked extravagant in their expensive designers dress, while the men looked exquisite.Steven stood by my side all through. Although it was awkward at first but it later, it got different. I felt warmth when Steven introduced me as his wife, although it was by paper and we were not romantically involved, it was was nice.Shit! I muttered, pulling me heels as soon as I stepped my feet inside the house."My feet are killing me," i whine to Steven. Steven chuckled lightly, "Let me help you massage them," He suggested, taking a hold of my wrist as he led me to take a sit."Thank you," I whispered.I heaved a sigh when Steven began to massage my feet, it felt nice and rel
Steven's point of viewHer words came to me as shock at first but I got over it. I knew I have to assure her and let her know she is the only one i want and no one else."It's a really long story Treasure, but I will tell you for sure," i said to her.I started narrating from the night I made her cry and how I left the house. I explained to how we figured out who Marenda was and what a conniving bitch she was.I told her how Marenda has been an illegal resident in America and how she was caught and taken back to Scotland to face the law of her country."Wow!" She muttered."A lot
Steven's point of viewThe joy of knowing you would be a father was something I never expected to be exciting before. I mean I knew it was great but that feeling was way beyond what I thought.I rushed back to meet the doctor, "Thank you so much!" I thanked the doctor."Hope she's fine?" I asked him."Yes, she is and I mean, you can see her now," he said to me and walked away. Just as he walked away, Naomi's father came rushing into the hospital with Angela.Third person's point of viewLife for Raymond has been hard ever since Angela was diagnosed with an
Steven's point of view.Mr Langford arrived in New York last night. He was the man who Marenda stole from and ran away.After contacting him and telling him of the girl who stole from him location, he said he was coming to New York.Daniel called to tell me of his arrival yesterday and we planned on meeting him today. I looked at myself on the mirror with sympathy while I wore my shirt.I looked rough and unkept, my beards were not shaved and my hair was messy. I haven't been able to eat for the past days since Naomi left.I remembered her father's threat and I got private investigator looking for her. There have gotten no idea where she w
Steven's point of viewBefore I would reach Daniels house, he was already waiting for me at his door with a triumphant smirk on his face."We were the biggest fools in the world, hope you know that?" Daniel said to me. I was confused as to why he said such."And your reason being?" I sighed weakly. I was tired, Naomi disappearance was having a huge toil on me and I was mentally drained.Any other news apart from where Naomi was mattered not to me. I wanted her, I needed her like I needed oxygen and it hurts because we were fine just last night.Where did I go wrong? I saw her this morning, I saw her and I held her then she asked for space,
Third person's point of viewAngela watched her father, she waited for his reply but he said nothing."Why aren't you saying anything father?" She cried out, her voice was shaky."Answer me father! Why are you quiet?" Angela cried out loud, holding unto his suit jacket."I'm..I'm.." Raymond croaked, he didn't know how he'd explain and tell her anything without breaking her heart."Father, father!" She shouted."Angela, I'm really sorry, I'm really..." Before he could complete his statement, Angela brought out a knife."
Naomi's point of view.It was past four in the morning when I woke up. Once my eyes landed on the alarm clock, I tried sitting down on the bed. I was extremely tired from last night.I tried getting up from the bed but winced in pain. "Ouch!" I cried out. My core was hurt. I sat back down on the bed trying to calm my nerves as memories of last night resurfaced making me blush.I finally did the deed! My heart sank when I thought of my plans to leave him.He only treated me well because I was hurt, he doesn't like me. He was only sympathizing with me and trying to be the husband he should be. In as much as I felt pain, last night was one of the best one of my life.
Naomi's point of viewI woke up to the sound of noises downstairs. I wondered what was going on and why the many noises. My eyes were heavy due to the fact I slept with tears in my eyes.I struggled my way downstairs after pulling the duvet off me. I wore my slippers and walked downstairs.I saw Steven speaking to the house help about something I knew not about. When I got there, I saw Steven talking to the house helps. I cleared my throat to get their attention. "Good morning Treasure." Steven said softly with a smile on his face which made my heart flip.
Naomi's point of viewI watched Steven as he spoke, hearing nothing until he last statement, "There is nothing going on with the both of us, I promise you," that was where I had it all."Enough!" I shunned him. I swallowed the invincible lump in my throat, "You don't have to say all of this because you are only deceiving yourself. I know you care for her and you like her so stop with all of this because you are hurting me!" I spat out."Yes! You are hurting me. Stop acting liked you care for me and stop treating me nice because you are hurting more by doing that," by now my eyes was welled up with tear and I didn't mind."You don't know how its hurting me and I am trying to
Naomi's point of viewI didn't ask for the life I was given. No one would proudly ask for a sad and bad life. I had dreams too and like every other humans, I also wished I had a whole family, a family to care for me, a family to love me and a family I could count on.I wanted a life different from the one I was given, I wanted a life where my bed were full of roses. I wanted a life where I smiled more than cry.I lived with my single mother who struggled hard to provide the necessities for the both of us, I was contented with that life, I did not complain, in fact I'd choose that life over this one now.Then she died, breaking my heart into a million pieces, shattering all my hopes. My dreams came crashing in front of me, my mother was indispensable to me but God knew best.That wasn't all, then my father came into the picture, it would have been nice if it was just him al