All Chapters of My Step-Girlfriend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dayos POV; Derrick, Esther and I stare down at the laptop and a lump of discomfort forms in my troath. I steal a glance of Esther from the side of my eyes and I see tears building in hers. I can only imagine the shame, fear, embarrassment and other negative emotions dancing about in her system.   I gently tap Derricks shoulder and he turns to look at me with slightly red eyes.    I nod lightly and he understands. He stands gently and moves towards me.    "A minute? "I say to the young woman who's staring at the laptops screen with wide eyes.    She looks at me and quickly composes herself before nodding. I lead them out of the room and once out, the young lady questions solemnly as she well understands the severity of this situation;   "Yes, what is it? "   I take a deep breath as I don't know how best to explain my reason for calling t

Narrators POV; Dayo drove himself, Esther and Derrick to the nearest restaurant. He knows Esther had not had anything to eat as they set out of the house very early I'm the morning and starving a pregnant woman doesn't seem like a good idea.  They are all sitted round a table and Dayo calls a waiter. He orders white rice and stew with soft drinks for all three of them. The waiter comes back with his order and lays them before each person.  "Eat. "Dayo says to Derrick and Derrick makes to complain but Dayo kicks him from under the table. He points at Esther with his eyes and Derrick understands.  If he rejects food, how on earth are they going to persuade Esther to eat? Derrick has totally lost his appetite. Infact, all of them have, but to cajole Esther into eating, they have to put on an act.   Derrick nods and scoops a spoon of rice into his mouth. The food tastes nice but Derricks taste buds seem to currently be on strik

 Narrators narrative;         Derrick is sited in silence beside his sister. They are both glaring at the television but have their minds in separate places.          Their father walks into the living room and furrows his brows when he finds Esther resting on her brother, and Derricks arm around her.          It's been years since he saw his children this close to each other without yelling at each other, trying to show supremacy over the other, or fighting, and this seems like the perfect opportunity to tell his children what's been on his mind.          After so many years of isolation and depression, he has finally found the little light bright enough to light up his world.       

Derricks POV;   "Opeyemi please. "   "Don't come any closer! "She screams tightening her grip on the rail.    "Ope, at least listen to me." I plead   "No! Think I don't know what this is? I read everything! And to think I loved you! "She screams.    "Ope, I love you! This all one big misunderstanding. "I beg.    "You think I don't know you're saying all this just to avoid my blood being on your hands? "She quizzes.   "Ope! "I scold as I make to move towards her.  "I said stay back! "She screams as she presses her body against the railing.     "No, no, no please don't do it! It was a mistake. This is a misunderstanding. It's not what you think.... Calm down..." I beg in fear. Trying to make her see reason.   "Liar! I saw everything. You called me another play thing.

Dayos POV; I was in my bedroom working on my laptop when Temi suddenly barged in and draged my doors keys. She ran out before I could say anything and next thing I know, Esther stumbles into the room and falls to the ground. I quickly rise to check on her. Honestly hoping she didn't fall on her stomach.     "Bukola! "Esther screams.    "You're not coming out till you and daddy settle your fight! "Bukola screams back and my eyes pop. What the?   "What's going on?" I question Esther as I sqwat beside her and pull her up.   "They think we're fighting." Esther replies and my brows furrow.    "What makes them think so? "I quiz.    Esther glances at me and suddenly becomes t   ense again and overly aware of her environment.  "I, I, I don't know. "She replies freeing herself from my grip. What is