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Chapter Sixteen - Knight in Shining armour Scrub

Holding on is believing that there’s a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future.
—Daphne Rose Kingma

Song- Stay Tonight - ASA

ENITAN

Contrary to my expectation, the week unravelled in a great way. Although my sister, Tolani couldn't make it back to assist me because of her final year project, Tanya-after much apologies for interfering in my life, helped in packing some of my stuff while Everest-per Nathan's instructions, moved them to Mrs Margaret’s. Though it had been only a day since I moved, a trip to the market for food supplies was the only thing left on my to-do list.

After what seemed to be an endless morning of examination-questioning-and recommendations from Dr Helena, the OB-GYN Mr's Margaret and Nathan had agreed on, I trudged out of the hospital and into the nature-themed private parking lot, excitement and a new overwhelming sense of responsibility bubbling in my chest.

I settled myself at the front seat of the car with no protest from Everest this time. Pulling out the Sonogram pictures from my handbag, I gawked at the beautiful sight, I'd seen the image while I laid on Dr Helena's examination table, but it felt new all over again. A tinge of sadness tugging at my chest made me wish I'd accepted Tanya's offer to come along. Or maybe it wasn't Tanya presence I yearned for during this special moment. Discarding the feeling before it sprouted roots, I returned my gaze to the skyscrapers that swiftly disappeared from view outside the moving car.

"You know, it won't hurt to say congratulations or anything nice," I said to Everest. How could he just sit and pretend to be oblivious?

"Pregnancies and babies aren't things that excite me."

I lifted my head from the side windshield and glanced at him, not a bit surprised. "Well, does anything ever excite you?" I'd never seen a smile on the man's stone cold face, neither did he talk much. Nathan had said he was a former military contractor but that was no excuse to be a sour person.

His eyes remained on the road, but a glint of sadness pass briefly in them before his rigid expression returned. "Congratulations, Ma'am," he replied curtly.

"Mm." I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my buzzing phone.

Dr Jameel! I felt terrible for going MIA on him after asking him to come pick me up from Nathan's apartment.

"Hey, Jameel."

"Finally, I get to talk to you." Relief shone in his fruity voice. "Are you alright? You didn't get back to me on Saturday morning. Your phone wasn't going through either."

I sighed, "I'm sorry, the weekend has been crazy, you can't begin to imagine."

"Want to meet and talk about it?"

"I don't know, I don’t feel up to it." It had been years since I last went on a date with any other man apart from Nathan. This felt new and -exhausting. Or maybe I was over-thinking and reading too much into it.

He wants a meeting, not a date. There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about.

"Come on Nita, you had me worried all weekend, I just want to know how you're doing—as your doctor." I giggled as he stressed the last part. "I can stop by the house if going out is a bother," he paused and continued when I remained silent, "it's kind of sad that my patient doesn't find me useful anymore."

My lips curled in a smile, "quit teasing. You know that's not true."

"Then meet with me." His voice held so much need. I almost missed being truly wanted.

"You know what? Fine. I need company anyway." With Tanya at work and most likely not to visit after closing hours, I'd be stuck at home—alone.

"So, Shiro at five?" His voice bubbled over the phone.

"Shiro at five," I echoed back.

"Great! See you then."

A smile tugged at my lips as I tapped the end button. Maybe hanging out with friends was the distraction I needed to set my life on the wheels again.

"Everest, we’ll be taking a short trip to V.I much later," I said nonchalantly.

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to do that, Ma’am."

I whipped my head to look at him. "And why is that?"

"Mr Nathan specifically instructed that your meetings be limited to important ones—not personal meetings," he cleared his throat.

The jerk! I bit my lips and cursed silently. "Everest, I don’t care what instructions your boss gave you, you either take me there or I'm calling an Uber— you figure out which is worse.

He looked conflicted, like he was weighing both options. "I can drop you off and back in an hour, like it never happened."

I grinned at him. "See? That wasn't so hard."

***

The delightful aroma of cuisines welcomed me as I stepped into the modern rustic restaurant. Even with the crowd of hungry customers making smartly dressed waiters run about, the gentle western music at the background ensured a relaxed ambience. I turned my neck around the large space in search of Jameel and spotted him standing and waving me off at one of the tables. I headed his way while my eyes scanned his features. He was dressed in a brown button-down satin shirt that parted slightly at the chest, paired with a faded blue jean.

The man smiling at me looked nothing like the Jameel of years back, or the boring and always tired doctor who took care of me at the hospital for weeks.

Now I saw what nurse Lisa was yapping about in the hospital. His girlfriend must have a hard time sleeping.

I walked up to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting," I said as I pulled out a chair, flattening out my flay mini-denim dress as I sat.

"Not a problem, I'm glad you could make it." He removed his sunshades, carefully placing them on the table.

"You look different-good different," I complimented.

"Ahn, I guess magic happens when I'm not in an oversized scrub or lab coat," he smiled warmly.

"I guess,” I smiled back.

"You look great yourself. How have you been? With recuperation and all."

"Other than constant night watching and struggling to get sleep? I'm good."

"Are you sure? Or you want to check back in for insomnia?"

"I'm fine. I guess it's an after effect of the truckload of drugs I used."

"Oshe, doctor Enitan. Let me know if there are any changes or improvement in the coming weeks, ok?"

I smiled in acknowledgement, "ok."

"Can I indulge your cravings now?" He teased, "while you tell me about your 'crazy weekend, of course.'"

"Yes, please!"

He ordered Suya and a bloody Mary cocktail for himself while I opted for chilli potatoes, garlic fried rice and orange juice. We talked, I divulged details of everything that had transpired since I left the hospital; the failed abortion, Annabelle and the video, Nathan's mum, and my visit to the OB-GYN earlier. He listened more than he spoke. It felt surprisingly natural pouring out my heart to him, it didn't even seem like we'd lost touch for six years.

"So, what's the plan after childbirth, co-parenting?"

"There's no plan," I sighed, face-palming. "The last time we talked about it, he threatened to take sole custody."

"Hey." His finger trailed the edge of my chin and lifted it up. "He won't do that. Most separated parents come to terms with their situation and discuss common grounds six months into the pregnancy, some during childbirth. So you still have time to figure it out, ok?"

I simply nodded.

"But have you told him the good news yet?"

I bobbled my head from side to side. "He wants to keep his distance, I respect his wishes."

"That’s too big a detail to keep from him. How then do plan to handle the new parenting class your gynaecologist fixed you in?"

"There's no point telling him. I'm going alone."

"But you know it’s important to go along with someone?" he asked with concern plastered across his face. "I could come with you."

My eyes widened in shock. "Jameel! You've helped enough already. I'd hate to be a burden."

"Says who? Clearing up my schedule once a month for you is no burden. I want to do it."

I mouthed a 'thanks' and we delved into catching up on lost times.

***
We headed out of the restaurant into the breezy night. "Let me know when you get home,” he said as I led him to where Everest was parked earlier.

"Sure."

"Well, here we are." I gestured to the car we were standing in front of.

"I guess that's goodnight," he paused for a second then pulled me into a hug, his firm arms wrapped around me for a while. "I'm here, if you need anything." He pulled back and smiled.

"Yeah! Thanks," I replied still dazed by his action. "Goodnight." I watched him walk to his car before turning back to my designated ride. In a deliberate attempt to avoid Everest and any complaint he had about my overstaying the promised hours, I opened the back seat and sat quitely.

"I hope your date was fun?"

I jumped back on my seat. That voice didn't belong to Everest.

The light flickered on to reveal a scowling Nathan in a dark coloured suit. My mouth flew open on impulse. Why and how was he here?

“Nathan?”

He remained silent, his posture becoming even more rigid as he buckled his seat belt. "Everest, drive," he commanded.

The car engine roared to life, I swallowed dryly and turned, adjusting my position to buckle my seat belt.

The silence was damning.

Say something. Why wasn't he saying anything? I fidgeted with my hands and contemplated speaking up first. Why was I fidgeting when I did nothing wrong?



AN : Hey guys, hope you're all good and staying safe? Thanks for reading this far, and remember, comments are highly appreciated.

Modified: I started something on Wattpad with my last update. Dedicating each chapter to one person. This is my little way to say thank you to the those who've supported me immensely, with constant comments, votes, reviews and all. I'll be doing that on Nairaland too, since this chapter is already up, I'll start with the next. <3

Modified x2 :For cast and media, check out Wattpad. Chapter 16 Media is just a picture of the real Shiro Lagos and the actor I picture Jameel to be.

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This lovers are going through hard times .
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Yea they are, but nothing lasts forever. Thank you too!

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Thanks for the update

You're probably like an angel sent from the books department in heaven, to support writers on earth. Haha. I suck at jokes, but I'm sure you get my point.

millieademi:
Hi Culin,

Long time, no see. Happy birthday to your sister. I wish her long life and prosperity. May God bless her and keep her cause His face to shine upon her.

So, so far. It's been intriguing. Your descriptions and exposition are top notch. Incredible even.

But I have to say. I'm pissed. Call me rude or insensitive but I apologize in advance.

This story has been progressing rather too slowly. I know we all have lives outside of Nairaland but girl, you leave us in suspense, feed us tidbits that barely satisfies only to leave us in suspense again for another 8 or more days. I'm a writer too and I understand but girl, please. Since December we've been going back and forth (permit me to borrow from your Eni). There's been too much of a drag.


I'm sorry if I was offensive. I just have to be plain with you.


Now, to bitch about Nathan. I wish he could just make a clean cut and spare Eni this torture. She deserves better. And Eni's heart can you kindly stop beating for Nathan. Thank you very much

Hiii! It's been a while. Missed you here. Thanks for the wishes and prayers.

About the pacing (though I'm not exactly sure if your complaint is about the pacing of the story or pacing of updates), I can assure you I'm working on both, so I can finish this story asap. So hopefully you won't be waiting for long. And as for Enitan, she's going through a phase and I'm sure she'll get over it..soon.

Thanks for stopping by!

This chapter is dedicated to my sister, Gloria. For her endless support and..well her birthday. Happy birthday Sisto.

Chapter Fifteen — Emotional Complications

Loving you is complicated.
— Kendrick Lamar

Song - Older by Sasha Sloan

ENITAN

How did I end up in a room with Nathan's mum?

She plopped down the bed beside me and gently placed her soft hands on mine.

"How do you feel?"

"G—Good?" I answered, but it came out rather as a question.

"Oh. Dear. I must have you confused. I'm Nathan's mum. Call me Margaret."

I know who you are!

My heart was beating so fast and I was lost for words. What was I supposed to say?

"M—Mrs Adakole." I stuttered again. "This is—"

"Unexpected," she completed.

I was going to say uncomfortable, but that would work too.

"I get it. You're confused. You're in my guest's house. Nathan brought you here to get proper rest, after you lost consciousness. I'm sorry you had to go through all that drama with Anna. She can be a handful sometimes."

Nathan told her about the incident? Embarrassment washed over me.
"And what about Nathan?" I asked, looking down at my hands.

"He's—" she hesitated, "having a meeting with his father. He'll back in no time."

I nodded in understanding. The room became awkwardly silent and I fidgeted with my hands. Behind her smile, I knew she had something on her mind.

I bet she's thinking, 'what an opportunist'. A desperate opportunist.

"I should go. I feel better now." Feeling uneasy, I clutched my handbag and made to stand.

"Nonsense.” She waved off. “Why don't you have your bath while I call for food?" she asked as she pulled me back to sit. "I'll have fresh clothes brought to you in a bit. I'd also love for you to join me downstairs when you're through."

I knew it! She had things to get off her chest.

I nodded in agreement. With that, she stood up and left the room with so much grace that intimidated me even more.

Curiosity got the best of me as I moved to the large drapes and pulled them apart, to reveal a wide sliding glass door and balcony. My jaw dropped at the view that welcomed me. I slid the door open, the windy cool air hitting me, a contrast to the mid September weather in other parts of Lagos. I breathed an unintentional sigh of relief as I stepped onto the balcony.

Not so far ahead, on the other side of a short stone barrier, the blue ocean spread endlessly. There were smaller colourful roofed houses spread around at the bottom of the steep, making the place look like a resort. For the first in a long time I smiled, a satisfying and relaxing smile. All I wanted at the moment was to walk along the shores.

I hastily got dressed in the loose-fitting midi yellow dress that Nathan's mum had brought up when I was in the bathroom, then slipped my legs into my slippers.

I rummaged my handbag in search of my phone and pulled it out to see a few messages. I quickly replied to the ones from Jameel and my sister, Tolani—and Ignoring Tanya’s. Out of habit, I delved into Instagram and headed out of the room.

Something on my feed—posted by one of the blogs I followed caught my attention. I stared at my phone screen in open mouthed horror.

'Soon to be married tycoon caught kissing a mysterious woman.'

Wait! What? That's Nathan's house! And that's me, Nathan— kissing.

The video didn't show my face clearly as I had my back to the camera. But I could recognise myself any day lustfully kissing another woman's man.

My hands began to shake. Was this the reason Mrs Adakole wanted to talk to me? She must think I'm bad news.

Going to the settings on my account, I put my page on my private, shoved my hands into my dress pockets and descended down the stairs. If I wasn't already in a sullen mood, I'd have gawked at the simple modern themed interior of the house.

Nathan's Mum met me at the foot of the staircase and guided me to the simple and almost empty dining area. Even with the set of packed food and dinner set placed on it, the white table still looked like a work station with a few scattered papers and a closed laptop resting on it.

"Sit, please." She gestured to one of the chairs. I sat, upright and shoulders squared, I braced myself for the worst. The aroma of the food made my mouth water and reminded me of how hungry I was. The time on my phone read two P.M, and I'd still not taken my first meal of the day. I was supposed to— with Nathan, until Annabelle happened. My mood soured at the reminder.


"So, I understand you're having a child for Nathan?" She blurted out, halfway into our meal. "Nathan is going through a hard time right now. He loves you, obviously. I know you feel the same way too. You're not just out to take advantage of him—like Anna."

My head snapped up at Annabelle's name. She didn't sound like a fan of Annabelle. Was Nathan telling the truth when he said their marriage was a deal?

"And that's why I need you to make this easier for him, and yourself," she said, taking a swig from the glass of red wine.

"How, Ma?"

"This thing between the both of you—can you keep it simple—to avoid emotional complications." Her eyes scanned my face for some sort of reaction then she continued, "for what it's worth, I'm on your side—and my latest grandchild's. But I hate messy situations, especially with Anna. Things are bound to get messy if you don't keep things formal." She smiled warmly.

"Ma, I think you're mistaken. Nathan has moved on. And I'm just doing this for my child."

She chuckled and bobbled her head in amusement. "Yeah, I clearly saw that in the video."

My gaze instantly fell to the pasta on the table, if only the earth would open up and swallow me. She laughed hard and dug into her meal.

Seconds of peaceful silence passed and I took it as my chance to make my request. "I spotted a beach not far from here, if you don't mind, ma. I'll love to visit, before Nathan returns to take me home."

"Sure! Why not? And—you don't have to leave. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you want."

"Thank you, Ma. But I intend to stay with my family during the pregnancy. I'll need their help."

"At least tell me you'll consider my offer. For privacy, you'll need lots of it. Your family can stay here with you." She dropped the glass of wine on the table. "It can get lonely some times," she whispered, like I wasn't supposed to hear it.

"I'll think about it," I replied, giving her a polite smile.

She smiled in return and gave me a run-down of how to get to the beach without going over the stone wall.

***
Sitting by the beach, I tried not to think of Nathan, the video, his mum, or anything that happened recently. But the thoughts kept forcing themselves back.

If only there was a button I could press to reset my life. Maybe I'd go back to ninth June, 2017, the first day I met him at the Mill. I'd rather have flouted his orders to meet him at the office, then I wouldn't have been tempted by his captivating eyes and richly deep voice. Or maybe I’d go back to the night when I let him kiss me for the first time in front of my father's restaurant, and not see him out to his car. Unfortunately, drawing strength to face the future was all I could do now.


"Hey," a voice said over the roaring sounds of crashing waves.

I whipped my head to see the man responsible for my life and heart aches trudging toward me in all his glory. It felt surreal to think that he was once mine and his baby was growing inside of me.

"Hey," I replied, not making any effort to stand. Stealing a glance at his face, I noticed his eyes had lost their sheen and now replaced with a weariness I couldn't place. Maybe his mum was right. Maybe this was hard on him too. I turned my gaze back to the water. To my surprise, he slouched beside me on the sand and sat with legs crossed under him.

"Today has been total disaster," he said after a while of watching some men pull out a canoe from the water.

"Yeah," I whispered, wrapping my hands around my folded knees.

He heaved a deep sigh. "I'm sorry—"

"Don't—" I cut him off. From the side of my eye I could see him studying my face. "Don't apologise, it's not your fault. Shit has happened and there's nothing we can do to change it. I'm tired of the back and forth Nathan, all this—" I threw my hand in the air, "is taking its toll on me. I'm tired."

"You're right, we can't change it—"

My heart sank for the one-millionth time. Of course, I'd known this for over five weeks now, but it just hurt every time he said it.

"But we can make the future better and less hostile," he continued, "I'll resolve the video issue then we can start afresh—for our child's sake."

"Yeah," I nodded absentmindedly.

"But I want the news of this baby to remain between us and our families. I—"

"You want to keep it a secret I get it. But do you actually think I'll be proud to announce my pregnancy for another woman's man to the whole world? What do I stand to gain?" I huffed in annoyance and scrambled to my feet. Dusting off the remnant of sand from my gown, I picked up my slippers from the side and tottered off.

"Enitan! Eni, I'm sorry," Nathan shouted while trying to catch up with me. Tears starting to burn my eyes, I increased my pace. He caught up with me and grabbed my wrist, whisking me around to face him. I wasn't hurt by the fact that he didn't trust me enough to keep our secret. What hurt me was that he wanted my child—our child hidden.

"I'm not trying to ruin your life Nathan, I want the best for you and your wife," I spat out the last word like it was a five day old stale food.

"Does that mean I have your blessings?" he asked with concern.

Wow. He really wants to be with her.

"Did you ever need it?"

"Enitan. Please, you said you were done with the back and forth. Honestly I'm done too. Can we just get along."

"Fine. You have my blessings with Annabelle. You can live your life without the fear of me interfering. In fact, you can pretend I don't exist," I managed to say without falling apart.

"That's impossible. I can't go about like you don't exist—"

My heart skipped a beat.

"We're having a child together for God sake. That's too big a mutual interest to pretend you don't exist. I'll need updates from time to time, about your wellbeing and the child's, and lots of other things."

His child, of course.

"Fine. You'll get 'time to time updates about my wellbeing and the child's.'"

"Good. But we'll still have to talk about your doctor's appointment and a comfortable living arrangement on the island."

"I was going to stay with my family, but your mother offered me the house. Should be close to whatever hospital you have in mind."

"My mother is not getting involved with my child's welfare! You'll be moving to my penthouse on Monday. I'll get someone to clean up. Let me know if you want to redecorate—"

"No Nathan. I'm tired of moving around like a refugee. Let me make this one decision. It's my life after all!" My hands instantly went to my hips and I glared at him.

He scrunched his face and after much hesitation he spoke, "ok. Whenever you're ready, Everest will help you pack. He'll also be taking you to your doctor's appointments. We'll discuss more important things as time progresses."

I see.

"Fine."

"Alright, I guess that will be all for now. Do take care." With that he turned and walked off the beach and up the barrier, not sparing me a second glance. I puffed out an exasperated sigh and threw myself on the sand.

"Enitan Alaide," I muttered to myself. "Baby Mama! Your mother would be so proud." I laid my back on the sand and hissed.

Was that how bad he didn't want to be around me? Nathan obviously had everything planned out in other to avoid me. Making his bodyguard do his antenatal responsibilities? His mum had nothing to worry about. There'll definitely be no "emotional complications."

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Chapter Fourteen - Consequences and Repercussions

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.
Dominic Riccitello

Song - Before you go - by Lewis Capaldi

NATHAN

A minute of us sitting in silence passed.

"Not to seem partial to my other children, I never openly admitted you were my favourite child." He spoke out of the blue. "Soft and yet, brutal. Every time I looked at you, it was like looking at myself in a mirror, so I could never bring myself to discipline you."

Well that explains why you were less harsh to me. Gee, thanks dad.

"Even at the age of four, I knew it had to be you who'd take over the reins of Avalon from me. Your resilience and defiance amused me."

I guessed this to be one of those times I just listened and let him get to his point. So I remained silent and enjoyed the view.

"It's funny that the things that amused me back then, are the same things frustrating me now. You'd think a man would drop old behaviours and adjust- make sacrifices for family. Because that's what families do."

I remained silent.

"I'm highly disappointed in your actions earlier. I thought my message would was clear enough. Should I have clipped your wings at a young age?" He asked himself and looked deep in thoughts. "Then you would have only turned out like your coward brother." His face tightened in a deep frown.

"You've been fired from the Chief executive officer's seat. The CO will make the announcement on Monday. You're expected to handover all documents to your replacement. I can't expel you from the board of directors since I gifted you those shares myself," he laughed bitterly. "But I strongly advice you sell your shares back to the family or get a director to represent you on the board."


"What?" I asked, faintly, not sure I wanted him to repeat himself - not that he would.

He stayed silent and stared at the water. My fist clenched and my legs stood up on their own accord.

"You can't make that announcement. I'll be signing the most important deal of my life at FoxTrap on Monday. Do you know how much damage that announcement would cause? They'll stall the deal, then renegotiate for an awfully lower price, worse, call it off. We've put in so much work into this project we can't afford to lose this deal."

Or Avalon. My subconscious reminded. That was my ultimate goal after all - the reason for leaving Enitan in the first place. Not his freedom or reputation.

"Every action has a consequence," he calmly replied.

"How was I supposed to know someone would take advantage of my weak moment?"

"Men like us, can't afford to have weak moments!" He stood up briskly, eyes burning with full intensity.

"Men like us, are still just men!"

He let out a sardonic laugh. "If that is what you think, go back to your lover and be just a man. You think love is that stupid fluttering in your chest? You'll hate her when you realise you are just an ordinary man, with no Avalon Legacy. You'll hate her even more when you realise she has nothing but meals, her body and mediocre love poems to offer," he yelled and trashed his arms. "Love is power. Wanting someone who can give and share in that feeling, is love."
He moved away from the sitting area and began to match down the docks.

"What is between Enitan and I is now beyond love."

He stopped dead in his tracks.

"And what does that mean?" He turned in a swift moment, his brows furrowed. He studied my expression, in a knowing look he shook his head and whispered, "no. Tell me you didn't-"

"Yes. And I will not abandon her now." I feared the next thing I was going to say, the chance that it would work was slim. "You want to fire me? Fine go ahead."

By the way he stilled, I knew I'd gotten his attention. It looked like my chance to lay down my terms and I grabbed it like a drowning man. "You don't actually think I'll be foolish enough to go ahead with the wedding with just your freedom at stake, do you?"

The statement alone drained his face of every emotion and wiped off the annoying smirk he had on earlier. But I wasn't done just yet. "You want to trust the justice system to decide your fate, fine. But imagine how insulted Mr Martins, the one man whose position in the anti-graft commission could make everything go away, would feel about cancelling the wedding, disgracing his daughter and entire family and going back on a deal to offer his daughter a seat at the board." I paused, letting my words sink in.

I continued, cutting deeper into an already torn pride. "I also don't have to remind you how the present governor detests you. If this case goes to court, they'll tear you apart like Wolves! Strip you of everything you own. I'll bounce back with Foxtrap. What about you?"

My heart hammered in my chest as I waited for him to say a word. His pride and arrogance were likely to make him say he'd take his chances in court, but we both knew it was more than a court case. It was a witch-hunt. The only reason he went to extreme lengths to clear any obstacle on his way.

He flashed me a smile and shook his head, his pride and arrogance sipping through. But behind the smile I could see the desperation, the willingness to concede defeat.

He'd never admit it, but I wasn't the only desperate one. We needed each other to survive, but he needed me more. The earlier he realized that, the quicker we ended this stalemate.

"And I thought you wanted your girlfriend so bad," he mocked. "In the end, you're just like me. You'd choose power over anything -anyone." Even though we were both trapped in a symbiotic relationship, I realized I'd played right into his hands.

Somewhere in his large round eyes, beyond the medicated glass frames, I could see admiration. "Well it looks like we're stuck with each other. I believe we should come to a compromise. What do you say?"

"We should," I replied, totally in control of the situation. If my life was going to be ruined, it better be on my own terms. "So?"

He walked back to the sitting area, but didn't sit.
"You offer a public apology about today's incident. Marry the anti-graft chairman's daughter. We make her a board member and her children heirs to Avalon. Every evidence against me disappears. I get to keep my freedom and Legacy. You get to keep your job and get the chairmanship in three years. Every one stays happy."

"And-" he wasn't going to fool me by leaving out the most vital part.

"Your girlfriend keeps your child, discreetly," he scoffed.

"And you don't get to go after her or the child."

"You don't think I'll go after my own grandchild do you?"

He loved Monic and Kelvin's children greatly, but then, they and their parents weren't standing in his way.

"Son, whatever you have with her should be about your child. Don't let your emotions jeopardize us for the second time."

"I think I'm capable of handling my own affairs. I'll keep to my part of the deal. You keep to us and stay out of my business."

"Fair enough. But there's one person you should speak with, to confirm if she's still in line."

"There'll be no need for that. She has so much to gain in this, she'll never call off the wedding even if I had all body parts amputated."

I walked past him and out of the lounge. Too drained to have a proper conversation with Enitan, and conscious not to be followed to my mother's secret apartment, I opted for a drive to a restaurant instead.

After my meal, I composed the most romantic apology a man caught cheating could offer to a fiancée he supposedly couldn't live without. I uploaded it on Instagram, tagging Annabelle's handle. Soon enough the post generated thousands of likes and comments. One of the comments was Annabelle's.

'Awn babe. You're only human. I love you no matter what.' I almost puked after reading it. I shook my head and left the restaurant.

It was nearly three in the afternoon when I arrived back at my mother's secret home. I stayed back in the car to brace up for my chat with Enitan. Minutes later, I entered the house and found my mother at the dining table, where she was typing at her MacBook.

"Saw your car come in, how are you?" she asked, actual concern written over her face. She'd been of great help today, it was pointless to give her the cold shoulder, so I flashed the little smile my tired face could come up with.

"Tired, mentally," I answered honestly. I had my chance to call of the wedding, with little retaliation from my father. But I chose the opposite. I couldn't stop the self-loathe that was gnawing at me. "How is she?" I asked referring to Enitan.

"Awake, she's a bit shaken. But she's handling the whole thing well."

"Thanks mum, for everything."

"You can thank me by forgiving me." Her eyes looked at me expectedly.

"Fine," I nodded and began to walk towards the staircase.

"She's not in the room, she went for a walk down the beach."

"You let her go out there alone?" I panicked. I turned back to look at my mother but she only shook her head in disbelief.

"You really underestimate me, boy. 'Out there alone' is as safe as can be."

Whatever that meant, I didn't bother to ask. I headed for the front door, but she gently reached out for my hand.

"Your father, what did he say to you?"

"Mum, nothing you should be worried about. It's taken care of."

"Deep down he's a good man, but these are desperate times. And your father, he's quite-"

"Ruthless?"

"Resolute," she corrected.

"And that is why I'm getting her a safe apartment."

She smiled and nodded. I headed out, in search of Enitan. Walking out of the compound, I strolled down the tarred road till I was few feet from the stacked granite sea wall. Crossing over, I walked down the slopey wall, carefully placing one foot after another on each piece of stone. Before reaching the bottom of the wall, I found her by the water side. I watched her as she sat still on the sand, her shoulders sagged and hands intertwined as she stared into the blue water.

"Hey," I called out as I approached her.

Startled, she turned to look at me.


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Chapter Thirteen - Reflection

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.
— Ernest Hemingway

Trampoline —by SHAED AND ZAYN


NATHAN

My head spun as I pulled over— beside a pavement. The young couple who were staring from their balcony were my best guess as to who could have made the video. I groaned just thinking about how hard their thirst for social media popularity would make my life— and Enitan's. My memory revisited a fight we had the summer of last year, over something similar.


*** Flashback

"This is stunning, you look like a model on the cover of Vogue." I smiled showing her the picture I'd taken of her in front of the Notre-Dame Cathédral.

"Babe, stop!" She laughed heartily. "You're one for flattery." She tugged the edge of my brown leather jacket and peered into the camera in my hand. Her wide contagious smile triggering a smile from me.

"I like this one better, I'm posting it on my Instagram, like ASAP," I said, as I'd stopped scrolling sideways and was admiring a particular picture.

She suddenly let go of my jacket. "No. Why would you do that?" I'd never seen her so edgy.

"Because you're my girlfriend?" I turned to her and gestured my confusion with my hands.

"No Nathan. I don't want my face out there."

"What do you mean you don't want your face out there?" I yelled. "Your face is all over your Instagram page!"

She bit her lips and shifted from one foot to the other.

"Enitan, We've been dating for a year and we still don't have any picture of us on social media. Are you seeing someone else? Is that why you don't want us to go public?"

"What? No!" It's just— the narratives won't favour someone like me. The daughter of a man nobody knows, dating a self-made billionaire and son of Africa's richest man. Do you know how that would turn out for me? The press would hound me, 'Gold digger' they'd say." She face palmed and paced the little concrete bench beside us. "They may even say I used Voodoo on you. God! And let's not even talk about your family."

"But you know I don't care about all of that!"

"Because it's not your life that'll become shitty! My life is complicated enough, Nathan. Please. Don't do anything."


The ride back home was a silent one. We never talked about the subject again, partly because I knew she was right.

*** flashback ends


Now her worst fears had come true, and in the most controversial circumstance. It was only a matter of time before her real identify and Instagram handle was found and her page flooded with mean comments. To the public, she was the home wrecker, an obstacle to their dream romance story— and celebrity couple crush. I just had to accept it, Enitan would hate me even more and maybe forever this time.


"You can't take her to a hospital." My mother's voice jolted me out of my reverie. I'd zoned out and forgotten she was still on the other end of the phone.

"She needs proper medical attention," I replied weakly.

"Natty. The last thing we need, is people taking more videos of you two. The press will maul you both. Not to mention your father, he already made calls to 'take care of things'. I don't even know what that means, but I'm sure it's not welcoming you back with open arms." She heaved a deep breath.

Just great. The devil is involved now.

"I'm leaving the house now, I'll text you a House address, I want you to bring her there. I'll have a doctor waiting."

"How do I even know this is not a trap? What if you're helping him out? Just like you helped him out to keep me at home?" I shot back.

"I'll never hurt someone you care about. I'm your mother for God's sake!"

"And he's my father," I answered flatly. "He's my father, yet-" I left the words hanging.

"I'm not the enemy here." She sighed, I could tell the whole conversation was stressing her out. "I promise, she'll be safe and well hidden from your father— and the public."


***
Thirty minutes later, I drove into one of the neighbourhoods situated along the shoreline. The weather was relatively cool and I could hear the splashing of water against the highly stacked rocks to my left. There were few houses scattered around on the right side. I followed my car's GPS and drove up the steep and curved tarred road. At the end of the road, stood a house in the middle. I pulled up into the large compound with a white semi-glass story building in its centre. It was larger than the other houses. My mother, dressed in a casual flowing gown waited at the concrete paved driveway, alongside a dark bulky man with an afro and oversized jean pants. I recognised him to be Dr Rufus, her personal physician. I'd always wondered what she needed him for when we already had a family doctor.


"You made it." She hugged me tightly the second I alighted the car.

I untangled myself from the hug and nodded at Dr Rufus. Circling back to open the back seat, I hauled Enitan over my shoulder and followed my mum's direction to a large room upstairs, all the while with one question in mind.


Why and how did she secure a large property without anyone, especially my father's knowledge?


Minutes after Enitan was rested on the bed, Dr Rufus walked up to where my mother I were standing by the door. "She's fatigued and dehydrated, the I.V infusion will serve. Her pulse rate and heartbeat is also below normal but she should regain consciousness in a while. You should have placed her on her back and tilted her legs backwards to improve venous return, her brain didn't get enough oxygen supply with her curled up in the car," he said.


Yeah, thanks for reminding me I should have paid more attention in biology or whatever class in junior high school.


"Thanks for your help." I took his hand in a firm handshake.

"Let me know when there's a new development." His mouth curled in a smile that didn't reached his tired eyes. From the look of things, he was called in the middle of an activity and showed up in impeccable time.


"Thank you Rufus." My mum patted his back and led him out of the room, chatting about something. I plopped myself down on the bed, holding my head, knees supporting my elbows.


Not wanting the face of the man who put her in this position to be the first thing she woke up to, I exited the room, shut the door quietly and walked downstairs. Looking outside through one of the glass walls, I spotted Dr Rufus saying something to my mum from the driver's seat of his car, I didn't miss the shocked expression on her face. His car's engine revved and she waved him till his car was out of the compound. Their relationship looked personal, too personal for my comfort.


"You didn't mention she was expecting a child," Her expression turned to an unreadable one the moment she walked back into the house and joined me at the small coffee table.


"We've been here for like what? Twenty minutes? But you've had months, possibly years and didn't mention a particular property in Lagos."


"Touché!" She smiled and waved at me noncommittally. "I've had it for a while now. A woman needs her space sometimes. And, just in case things go to shit, I have a property to fall back on."


"In case things go to shit?" I let out a short sardonic laugh. "This is your plan b if the marriage deal does not go through? Hiding a property from your husband, and the government? You know you could go to jail for it."


"I'm glad you're here, son. You barely spoke to me during your introduction party." I wasn't falling for her weak attempt to deflect from the topic.


"I'm here only because of Enitan. Can we not do this now?" I asked, my right index finger gently tapping the coffee table.

She nodded and mouthed 'ok'.

"So, have you watched it? The video, I mean."

"I have no plans to."

"How are you going to know who set you up then?"

"It wasn't a setup. Just a bunch of clueless people taking advantage of a careless moment. I'll take care of it."

"Good." Her lips twitched and she nodded again. "Good. So has your father called yet?"

"He doesn't have this number," I said in a final tone.


She scoffed.

What was that for?

As if on cue, my phone began to ring. I looked at the caller ID. "Mum," I muttered under my breath as my head snapped up from the phone.

Her eyes widened and she raised both hands in defence. "What? What was I supposed to do when he asked for it?"

"Got to go. Be back in a short while." I snatched the car keys from the coffee table and headed out of the door.

I answered his call immediately I stepped out of the house.

"We have a lot to talk about, son. Let's meet at the boat club." His only statement before dropping the call.

Classic Williams Agaba Adakole.



I drove back to Ikoyi where the members-only boat club was located. Housed in a white colonial-era building, it boasted a view of the serene lagoon and a nautical themed wood-panelled bar for relaxation, a fleet of motor boats, three open tennis courts, holiday homes and other recreational facilities. The place was usually filled with government officials and business top-shots in the evenings and weekends. Because it was still morning of a weekend, it was quiet with just the attendants and a few members.


After checking in at the front desk, I strolled into the outdoor area. I hated being in the place at this time, especially for the sole purpose of discussing with my father, but that didn't stop me from smiling and waving at Starkè's petroleum founder and his son playing tennis on one of the courts across from me. If they had watched the video, there was no reaction. I wasn't exactly expecting one, since Starkè's wife had been found cheating the previous week. Sure, they'd know a lot about not shaming the scandalous.


The lounge, a large patio with a clear view of the water, had sets of private sitting areas that each consisted of a glass table and three joint white sofas around it.


I spotted my father sitting alone on one of the sofas, but I knew his personal bodyguard—chauffer, Hakeem was somewhere close hiding in plain sight. Quietly, I sat beside him. Making good use of the few precious seconds of calm before our talk, I enjoyed the beautiful view of docked boats dancing on the shimmering water and seagulls circling the bright blue sky.

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CHAPTER TWELVE - Trouble


"The end came as silent as the leaves falling in autumn. There was no deciding moment; one day the leaves were falling then the next, the trees were bare. Our time has run out."

―Kari Minobe

Song- 'Radioactivity' by Imagine Dragons

NATHAN

With the way our conversation had taken a downturn last night and the awkward incident in the bathroom this morning, I never expected she'd let me hold her again. But here she was, right in my arms, kissing me back with more fervour than I could hope for. Her lips like cherries, drowned me in their sweetness -just like I remembered them. All my senses yearned for her, seconds away from throwing caution to the wind, Annabelle's voice interrupted.

"Nathan?" She said in almost a whisper, her voice quivering.

Standing few feet away in a blue jumpsuit that stylishly displayed the 'Belle' logo of her fashion brand on the large collar, she spread her exposed legs in an angry stance and stared daggers at me. It felt like I'd been caught in a pool of blood with a dead body and a bloody knife. She found me kissing the same woman I'd sworn to leave.

Just great! What else could go wrong?

Knowing Annabelle, this was going to end only one way.

"Shit," I muttered. Switching off my phone last night was a terrible mistake that only made her more desperate.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Ignoring my mails and text messages? I thought you were done with her?" she asked without pausing.

"I am." The words tasted bitter on my tongue. My palms clenched into a fist when Enitan's expression fell. It was the worst thing I could say with her next to me, but it was my best shot to quelling Annabelle's outburst.

"I said we were going to talk at the right time. You didn't have to show up here." If I thought a simple WhatsApp message would keep her away, I'd played myself.

Her arms rose and fell weakly. "Talk at the right time? You expect me to hold back after the beautiful time we shared last week?" she asked, biting her lips.

Oh come on! Did she really take that night serious knowing how drunk I was?

***

I'd spent the evening of last Friday mopping and drowning in a Cîroc after I returned from the introduction party at her parent's. She drove into my house at ten P.M, with a neatly packed sleepover bag and claimed to be returning the sunshades I'd forgotten at her family's apartment.

Since it was already late, she stayed back and we reminisced about the past. I may have mentioned missing the way things were between us years ago, only because things were presently unbearable. We talked more, kissed, and I passed out before it went any further. I woke up feeling terrible the next morning, but couldn't ask her to leave. She looked happy and I'd been too hard on her, so I let her stay the whole weekend, with excuses to avoid her.

***


Now she thought we fixed things and have a special thing going on.

"I was drunk!" I half screamed, turning to Enitan for some kind of assurance that she wasn't thinking of this the wrong way.


'Nothing happened!' I almost yelled. The pain and betrayal in Enitan's eyes made my chest constrict.

What had my life become? A confusing mess of defending a weekend with my wife-to-be before my pregnant ex. Why did I care so much? Why did it matter if Enitan believed me or not? We are done after all. Done.

Done.

Rubbing my forehead, I repeated the word in my mind. Maybe if I tried harder to convince myself, I'd care less if she was hurting.

"Enitan please get in the car, I need time alone with her." I lied. I wanted her out before Annabelle erupted. Instead she stood like a tree rooted to the ground.

"Enitan. The pathetic looser who can't seem to let go. We've heard a lot about you." Annabelle's voice, rising as she walked towards her.

"That's enough Annabelle," I cautioned. The last thing I needed was Enitan knowing the details of this union or worse, getting hurt by my fiancée whose words were sharper than a Samurai sword.

She rambled on without a care in the world. Dragging her back to her car was my next move but I became aware of the neighbours in the next apartment who were staring at us from their balcony.

"Annabelle if you don't shut the hell up this minute― Enitan get in the car now."

'Please just get into the car' I pleaded with my eyes when her eyes began to tear up.

"In exactly four weeks, he'll be legally mine― for ever. And you, you'll just be at the bottom of the long list of whores he experimented with."

It took every ounce of my self-control not to drag Annabelle across the driveway. I tapped my foot impatiently, weighing my next words carefully.

"That's where you're wrong. She's far more worth than that, she's carrying my child."

Turning pale like one who'd seen a ghost, Annabelle looked at Enitan, then back at me. "What?" she asked.

I took short strides towards her until I was the only thing separating her from Enitan. "You heard me. You would treat her with nothing but respect! If you ever― "

Enitan's falling frame snapped me out of my tirade. I stretched towards her swiftly, in a flash, she was in my arms.

Her limb body made my breathe hitch. This was all my fault! I'd expose her to so much stress, her body gave in. I inhaled deeply and tried to calm myself.


"Enitan!" All my calm slowly dissipated.


"She's just going to fake passing out to avoid this conversation?" Annabelle's voice blared above my head, her question, directed to no one in particular. "Can't you see it! She's faking it! Nathan, she's taking advantage of you! She just wants your pity." Her voice became louder and sterner. She leaned forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Please babe, don't fall for her trick. Just leave her here and she'll get up. You'll see."

"Are you out of your mind? Get out!" I said, emphasising on each word through clenched teeth.

"I can't believe you'll treat me like this. You should be the one running after me! My family is doing yours a huge favour! Is this how you pay us back?" Her words, like a fire, heated my blood to boiling point. Shifting her gaze to Enitan and putting on a straight face like nothing had happened, she said, "I hope you crack your skull and bleed to death the next time you fall."

"Get the hell out of my house, now!" I said.

Sniffing and tossing her hair backwards, she fetched her phone from her handbag and began to walk towards the gate. I didn't wait to find out who she was trying to call, I picked up Enitan, one hand supporting her back and the other under her knees. Turning sideways to access the car's back door handle, I opened it and gently laid her on the seat. Rushing to the driver's side, I threw myself in. Glancing at Annabelle from the side mirror, I drove out of the compound, the automated gate flying open as if sensing my urgency.

Zion's Private hospital, Ikoyi was my best option, being just fifteen minutes drive from my house and one of the best in Lagos. I drove out of the estate's giant gates and towards the intersection that would lead East to the hospital.

My phone lying face up on the car's centre console started to ring, displaying a picture of my mum in sunhat and Rayban shades. A picture she took on one of her vacations in Seychelles.

How did she get my new number?

Right! Same way Annabelle got it. My sister, Ivan who'd trusted enough to respect my decision to have some unbothered time carelessly gave my number away like it meant nothing.

I looked at the phone again and contemplated answering. A part of me wanted to pick up, but after lying about her heart attack, she was the last person I intended to speak with. So I let the phone ring continuously while I focused on the road.

My phone chimed. Unlocking it, I read the text that popped up at the top of the screen and almost chuckled.

'Ignore my calls and you'll regret it.'

She was resorting to threats now? The thought, laughable. What next in her sack of tricks― emotional blackmail?
I dropped the phone and it chimed again.

'Please Natty, do not take her to a hospital, she is not safe."

Wait. How did she―

"Annabelle," I groaned. She must have been the one Annabelle was calling when I left the house. But I still wondered what my mother meant by "not safe". Was Annabelle up to something or could she have been privy to any ill intentions towards Enitan? My palm suddenly became sweaty from thoughts that she could've known the elevator accident was an attempt on Enitan's life and worse, being a part of the plan.


No, not possible. Though a bit abrasive on the outside, she was soft on the inside. But then again, she loved my father to a fault, and that made her an easy pawn for his games.
So many questions ran through my mind as I dailed her number and connected the call to the car's Bluetooth receiver.

"You finally decide you want to talk." Her low-pitched voice resonated on the other end.

"Mah, Just go straight to the point, what does your text mean?" I asked, impatiently.

"What does my text mean?" Her voice, laced with anger. "You should know your father won't take it easy on the both of you after seeing that embarrassing video."

"What video?" I asked, taking the last turn that led to Zion's hospital.

"Dear God! Where are you right now? Pullover." I could sense a new wave of panic in her voice.

"You're not making any sense right now, Mah. What is going on?"

"Look, someone streamed a live video of you on Instagram kissing that girl, fighting with your fianceè― driving out of the compound. Now Instavlog has it on their page with at least fifty thousand views in about ten minutes."

If I hadn't felt the weight of my actions when Annabelle had found us, I felt it now. The cheating scandal would trend on social media for weeks and even after our wedding. The rumours about a forced and unwanted marriage would rock both our lives to it's core. The implication on our family business― on my business. The effect on the deal between our families.

Worse, my father getting wind that I saw Enitan again even after everything he'd done to make his point clear. I felt it now. Like an angry ocean wave crashing against the shore, the implications of my actions crashed over me.

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Chapter Eleven Contd.

His closeness and the feel of his hands on my tummy sent tingles all over my body and I fought to stay focused.

"She?" I asked, my throat suddenly dry. The tension and excitement from his statement, bubbling in my stomach.

"Yeah, she."

Oh God, stop whispering.

Focus Enitan, focus. He left you. He's getting married. He doesn't even love you any more. He's only interested in his baby.

"We'll see," I managed to say.

He continued stroking my belly, making it tighten into a knot. "It's so hard to keep my hands off you. Especially after-" he whispered, yet again. His lips hovering above my ears

I don't want them off me.

Don't be stupid Enitan. He's just a man with blood running through his veins. Every vein. My subconscious screamed at me.

He seemed to be in conflict with himself, yet, he made no attempt to step back. Instead his solid hands slipped behind my back, dragging me closer to himself. I didn't resist.

"Some one may be watching. Just let go. Let's forget about this morning," I said, in a weak tone, not convincing even myself.

My thoughtful subconscious was knocked senseless when his head bent forward, his slightly parted lips lingering over mine. My heart skipped a beat.

I lost track of my surrounding as his soft lips captured mine, slow and sensual. The taste of wine and smell of his cologne invaded my senses. Every anger I felt slowly dissipated to want. My knees turned to jelly and my hands instantly went to his chest for support.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he said, between each delicate brush.

A soft moan escaped my lips and he took it as encouragement to continue. Easing one hand behind my neck and the other wrapped around my waist, his tongue savoured my mouth with fresh demand and hunger. Heat rose in the pit of my stomach as his hand began to wander to my upper body.

Faint alarm bells went off in my head, but I didn't care if it would end in regret. I wanted this moment. Standing on my toes and pulling him even closer, I responded, every kiss matching the intensity of his.

He gasped, not expecting my reaction but loving it nonetheless.

He slight pulled away, cupping my face with both hands and placing his forehead on mine. "I just realized I lost my appetite for breakfast," he said, voice lowered and breath ragged.

This was my chance to flee and save myself, but did I really want saving- from him. I shamefully admitted, he was hard drugs and I, a hopeless addict.

Just one last dose, just one and that would be all.


I parted my lips to speak but the voice that came up wasn't mine.

"Nathan?"

We pulled apart, both breathless. Turning to see the source of the voice, my heart fell.


Annabelle.

She looked even more beautiful than the pictures I'd seen online. Her skin unblemished, golden like the sun. Her creased eyebrows and death glare did not tamper with her angelic face. The short blue romper showed off her straight slender legs.

Everything about her reeked of high class- from her bone straight wig, diamond earrings to the flat ankle heels that adorned her feet. I had to admit, she was a true African beauty.


Little wonder. No sane man would pick me over her.

"Shit," Nathan muttered, moving farther away from me.

We'd been so caught up in the heat of the moment, we didn't notice the white Range Rover evoque pull up by the short gate, or see her walk toward us.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me?" Her British accent filtered effortlessly through the air. "Ignoring my mails and text messages? I thought you were done with her."

"I am."

But just minutes ago he talked about wanting a daughter. A minute ago he was ravaging my lips.

Stupid! Stupid!

I'd been stupid again, too stupid to accept he was nothing but a compulsive liar.

"I told you we were going to talk at the right time. You didn't have to show up here."

"Right time? After the beautiful moments we shared weeks back? Everyday is now the right time!"

Oh!

He swept his hand over his head and turned to me, not a trace of guilt on his face.

How could he not even feel guilty that he lied.

I believed him when he said nothing serious had happened. He lied to me- again.


"Enitan please get in the car, I need time alone with her," he said, slightly nudging me to walk away.

"Enitan. The pathetic looser who can't seem to let go. We've heard a lot about you." She turned to me and laughed hysterically. The laugh felt odd, a wrong match for her innocent face.

"We?" I asked, confused.

"That's enough Annabelle!" Nathan bellowed beside me.

She ignored him and drew closer to me. "You just had to stick to him like a tick didn't you? No matter how many times you offer yourself cheaply to him, he'll never end up with you."

"I said that's enough!"

"Years later and he still falls back to me," she continued.

I felt suffocated. They were once lovers. Was I so much a bother that he had to lie about a marriage deal between their parents?

"You know why? Because you're worthless to him. Haven't you dug enough gold to cater for you and your pathetic family?"

"Annabelle if you don't shut the hell up this minute- Enitan get in the car now." I heard him but my legs remained glued to the spot. Too weak- and embarrassed to move.

My eyes began to pool. I bit my lips to fight back the tears.

"In four weeks, he'll be legally mine- for ever. And you, you'll just be at the bottom of the long list of whores he experimented with."

"She's carrying my child, you'll speak to her with respect."

"What?" She asked, her mouth hanging agape. "This is a joke, right?"

Overwhelmed, I gasped for air. I became lightheaded, my vision went fuzzy.


***
Disoriented, I accessed the extremely comfortable bed and exquisitely furnished room I woke up in. It definitely wasn't my father's house or mine, wasn't Nathan's either. The last thing I remember was falling and Nathans arms catching me.

I placed my feet on the ground and attempted to stand. Lightheaded again, I sat back on the bed, clutching my head.

Not letting my present state discourage me, I picked my bag from the nightstand with the intention of finding my way out, but the door opened to reveal a beautiful ebony woman who I guessed to be in her early or mid-fifty's, dressed in an Arabian gown and gold accessories.

She looked oddly familiar.

"My darling! So glad you're awake!" Her hands spread open for an embrace as she sauntered to the bed.

Oh my God! Mrs. Margaret Adakole?

A common face on TV and her picture Nathan's permanent lock screen, that explained why she looked familiar.

How in God's name did I end up in a room with Nathan's mum?



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Chapter Eleven - One last time

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.”
― Paulo Coelho

Song- 'Lie to me' by 5 Seconds of Summer

ENITAN

I curled up on the bed as I dabbed my wet eyes for what seemed to be the 100th time since last night, I threw the tissue on the small heap of used ones on the ground. My head replayed our last conversation over and over again.

I want Annabelle, you're only here for my child.

I loved you once.

Though I'd known the situation of things for a while, my heart wasn't ready when he finally accepted the truth- to my face.

Clutching my chest from the pain that squeezed my heart, I tapped it at intervals to comfort myself.

I had to be strong for me.

Stifling the next round of cry, I glanced at my phone and sighed; three A.M. The night felt excruciatingly long. The thoughts of being in his house for three or more hours, unbearable. I tried to distract myself with the explore page of my Instagram and replying pending WhatsApp messages but, none of them worked.

Maybe a warm bath would help me catch three hours of sleep before he drops me off. I thought out loud before sliding out of the soft bed.

I dragged myself to the bathroom and ran a bath, while I waited for the tub to fill up, I gripped the sky-blue ceramic wash basin and stared hard at my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles and puffed lids now surrounded my sunken eyes, I had to do something about them or I'd end up looking like a character from a horror movie by morning.

I lazily stripped and stepped into the tub, sitting comfortably on the anti-slip mat and wedging myself with some towels. The feel of warm scented water swallowing up my body felt like haven. I laid my head on the head pad and hoped the water would wash away my fatigue and pain.


***

My eyes fluttered open to hands roughly tugging at my shoulders.

"Jesus, Enitan! You scared the hell out of me."

I tried to sit up but my movement was slowed by water around me. It was then I realized, I'd fallen asleep in the tub. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the figure crouching before me.

Nathan!


"Oh my God!" I scrambled for the towel on the ring above my head. "What are you doing in here?" I asked, my intended scream coming off as weak.

"You weren't answering the door, so I Iet myself in. I freaked out when I saw the bathroom door open and you laying still."

"I'm ok. I just slept off while having a bath," I replied, not hiding the anger in my voice.

He rubbed his temple and grimaced. "Why do you always put yourself in dangerous situations?"

"Stop yelling! I didn't mean to sleep off. What do you want?"

His eyes lingered over my body and he gulped. I lowered my gaze, hoping he'd stand up from crouching so close to me.

"Well It's eight already and I'm hungry." My skin burned under his gaze and I stupidly deepened the towel into the water to cover myself. "We're having breakfast at ‘Mees cafe’."

"We? I'm not hungry. I just want to go home."

"So you can starve my kid? Get dressed, you're going to eat. I'll be waiting outside." He stood straight, then walked out of the bathroom without looking back.


***
I walked downstairs wearing a knee-length peach gown with a pair of Birkenstock slippers. I looked around the living room and dinning area, silently saying my last goodbye to the apartment.

Shielding my eyes from the bright rays of sunlight that hit my face when I opened the front door, I found him in the driveway propped against the front bumper of his car.

"I'm set," I said.

His eyes leisurely travelled from my head to just below my hips, as if recalling the events of minutes ago. I tore my eyes away, embarrassed. Obviously I was the only one still affected. He didn't act awkward like anything had happened, instead he looked bolder.

"You're so beautiful," he said. His husky voice sending shivers to my spine, I mentally slapped away any stupidity that was about to control me.

Did he expect me to say 'thank you'? After the unbelievable things he said to me last night?

I frowned and turned my face away, distracting myself with the view of a young couple on the balcony next door, watching their kids play on the swing.


Soon I'll have mine running around too. For the first time, my heart swelled with motherly love for my baby. I'd focused so much on the negatives, I failed to appreciate the joy he or she would bring to my life.


Watching the kids enjoy their Saturday morning and their parents fawn over them, I made up my mind to enjoy this period of my life too. Nothing and no one would take away of the joy of motherhood, not even the reminder of being a single mother.

My hands impulsively caressed my flat belly, smiling at the thought of growing a bump soon.


I jerked out of my thoughts when I felt his hands on my belly too, I didn't realise he had moved from the car and was now standing inches from me.

"She's going to be a pretty little one," he whispered. "Like her Momma."

adeboizy11:
Gurl give me some more, next chapter(s)
I can't wait for so long to get only these few writes na. Babe you suppose 'kelt' our moods na not raise our heartbeats with a few writes. Do you need my number to send the next writes on whatsapp?

Lol calm down or I dump you in Sambisa . So here's why I don't drop so many updates in week.

I'm a panster, meaning I write as the story develops in my head. I'm not hoarding updates, well because I don't have drafts stuffed somewhere in my files. I edit and post immediately after writing.

In between working 14hrs everyday and schooling, I still try to write a chapter per week. I know it doesn't look like much but please bear with me. Plus what may take you five minutes to read may take me four days to write, in the end it may turn out trash and I have to delete the whole draft and start all over. So these are the issues. Sorry for the few writes, I'll cool your temper with a long chapter today. Updates later in the evening.

tot:


I only just read chapter 1- so far so good, please keep it coming! cheers.

Thanks alot! I will always try my best to keep the updates coming.

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update
Now I'm hurt

las las we go dey alright. Thanks Ann2012, I always look forward to your comments.

millieademi:
Hi love....

Long time. Sorry for your loss. Hope you find a new beta reader.

Once again you cut it off at the best part.

And you are driving me to the point where I'll hate Nathan.

Eni should grow a backbone and leave Nathan. If she stays around she'll just get hurt.

Phew! For a while I thought you got tired of me

Thanks alot Millieademi for the wishes and support. I really really appreciate.

Chapter Ten - Bad Idea

“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.”
― Kahlil Gibran

Song― Best part of Me. By Ed Sheeran [ft YEBBA]

NATHAN

I paced the semi-soundproof room with hands in my pocket. While six other men sat and watched the activity behind the transparent glass barrier with fascination, I worried about a woman. Having her in my home was a bad idea. I could barely restrain myself around her, how did I plan to handle her staying over or even, keep her hidden without 'the devil getting word?


I supressed all thoughts of her to focus on the last phase of our work. At four P.M, we rounded up the secure glass test.


I removed the noise cancelling earmuffs and shook hands with the Asian clients who smiled ear to ear. The 32mm glass with a silver finish, withstood two hours of bullets before it flexed, breaking the record of the best glass in the market. They'd return by Monday to seal the deal, one that would see ‘Foxtrap’ produce and supply the glass for the new 40 stories hotel in Abuja.


My best friend Patrick, also the engineer in charge of the project shook one of the happy clients then walked to me with a wide grin and hugged me, patting my back heavily.


"We did it man!"


"All thanks to you, brother!"

"You can say that again." He gave a loud belly laugh, grabbed my arms in an elbow handshake and hugged me again. His excitement knew no bounds, a year and half of research paid off.


We chatted with the team for a while, then about four of us drove in our separate cars to have a late lunch at the restaurant down the street.


We talked over a meal of Jellof rice and fish grill. Patrick had never been a fan of Annabelle but, with the presence of two other company executives, I refrained from talking about Enitan's pregnancy or her being at my house. Some other time, when we're done with pressing business and alone. Fatigued and anxious to see Enitan, I turned down their offer to stay out for more drinks. I bade them goodnight and drove home.



***
At nine P.M, I parked inside the garage of my apartment. I stayed back in the car to take a breather and plan every topic of discussion. As I alighted, I heard loud music coming from the next house, my silly neighbour was having one of those wild Friday home parties that usually ended in someone getting arrested.

I made it upstairs, half jogging. Walking straight to my room, I was a tad bit disappointed I didn't find her inside.



I freshened up, then changed into a pair of brown cargo shorts and grey t-shirt. I sat on my bed and went through my messages, there were a few as many people didn't have access to my new number. One of the messages from a new number caught my attention.


13:24 Hey Sugar, I hate what you're doing. You won't even reply my mails. I had to promise your sister the entire galaxy before she gave me your new number.


13:25 And oh, try to get in touch with the wedding planner, she'd go crazy if she doesn't know what color of tie you'll be wearing.


18:00 Shouldn't you be done with work by now? Why are you not texting back?



19:30 Our wedding is just by the corner and you won't even talk to me.


20:00 By God, if you don't reply my messages, I'll drive down to your house and make you talk to me.


The hell! Not with Enitan here. So I replied her.


Annabelle, we really need to talk, but I'll let you know when. Feel free to take care of all wedding preparations. Goodnight. 21:25



I switched off my phone immediately and gulped down the bottle of water on the coffee table, slipped on my Nike slides and walked out of the room.



I followed the sound of the TV and knocked on the door closest to the staircase. After a while she opened up, my eyes immediately fell to the oversized blue T-shirt that left the lower parts of her thighs exposed. I raised my eyes to avoid being caught staring, they were met by her cold eyes.


"Hey," I said.


"Hi," she replied, curtly. Her eyes colder than earlier in the morning. Her look, deadly.


"May I?" I pointed to the room.


She moved aside, pushing the door wider. I walked in and sat on the bed, she turned to me and laid back on the door, arms folded across her chest, her face void of any emotions.


"So how's your day? Not so boring I hope?"


My attempt to break the ice failed, she pushed her back from the door, walked to the TV and switched it off. "You wanted us to talk."


"Looks like someone's in a mood." I smiled. But she glowered in return.

I stood up from the bed, hands in the pockets of my shorts. I walked slowly to her and stopped a few inches from the large TV. I stayed far enough to help me keep my composure but I still notice the curves on her chest heave in anger.


"Yes, I want us to talk. But not with this hostility between us."


"What do you expect? A handshake? A hug? Look around you Nathan. There's nothing relaxing about this situation. My life is ruined, while yours continues to be life of the party!"


"You think so? You have no idea how this has turned my life upside down!"


The room turned awkwardly silent. She walked to the armchair by the bed and sat with both hands on her thighs.



"You came after me this morning. Dragged me halfway across town. Just to tell me I ruined your life too? What am I even doing here Nathan? I could have spared your life from the mess and let you have your fairy-tale end with her."


"It's messed up. But I don't want to loose a part of me. Especially when it's with you. I want this baby."



And you. I almost said, but knew better. I couldn't ruin her any further by giving her false hopes or making promises I couldn't keep.



"Fine -It's fine."

"Eni-"

I paced the room. It was too late to retract my words now, and pointless to try to convince her I meant differently.



"It's ok. I already called Jameel to pick me up by morning. I'll be gone and your life will go back to normal."



“Jameel" after a second, it registered in my brain. "Are you crazy?" I asked, not realizing I was now standing in front of her.



"What?"


"Are you on cheap drugs Enitan? Calling that man you've know for barely what? A month― to come pick you up from my house?" My hands flew everywhere, making gestures that words could not speak.



"First, you no longer have the right to judge who I let into my life. Secondly, I've known him longer than I've known you. He's not just any man. He is the man who helped me through the most difficult time in my life, while you were here having the time of your life with the woman you claimed not to want!" She pointed at me, fuming.


"What?"


She scoffed "You know what?" She waved her hands. "That's none of my business."

She made to stand up from the sofa but I bent on one knee, my hands gently holding her shoulders in place.



"If you're talking about it now, it means you care and that makes it your business."


"Let's not waste our energy talking about your private life."


I held my forehead, not knowing where to start. "Why would you even think I left you in that state just to have fun with her? I worried about you all through. I swear I had a good reason for not showing up. One I hope you'd understand someday."



"If your 'good reason' is why her lingerie and personal items are scattered all over your closet, don't bother. I understand already."


Damn it! I groaned and punched the air. I knew it had to be that.

Whatever dirty intentions Annabelle had when she 'forgot' her essentials, she'd succeeded. I'd wanted to instruct Maureen, the housekeeper to get rid of them, but I knew they'd cost a fortune and hated the drama that would follow. So I gave her the chance to come pick them up herself. Damn that decision.


"Look, she spent a weekend here alright, but that was just it."


"And you expect me to believe that? It doesn't even matter, she's your wife-to-be, she has every right to you and your house. I just need you to accept that you're an asshole. Accept that you want her. Stop pretending you feel guilty or sorry for me, stop acting like you care about me!"


I literally felt my rip apart. The fact that she no longer believed or trusted me― that she would even imagine that I didn't care. My Enitan, I felt miserable. The thought that she would never look at me the same way drove me to the bridge of insanity. I'd lost her, this time, it was clear. So I conceded defeat.


"Fine. I'm an asshole and I want Annabelle, the only reason you're here is for my child. Happy now?"


She nodded, a flicker of sadness appeared in her eyes but it disappeared as fast as it came.


She covered her face with both palms. "I see," she mumbled.


"Now that that's out of the way, you should know; I'm not letting you hang around that man― or any other one, not with my baby inside of you!"



"You don't own me!" She yelled.


"That's where you're wrong young lady.
When you deliver my child, you can hang out with whoever you want. But until then, you're mine. I won't let you jeopardize the health of my baby."


"I hate you." She sobbed.


"Well, it's a good thing only our child connects us then. Not emotions. So, your likeness for me is not needed― or wanted.



Just maybe if I convinced myself hard enough, it would hurt less that she'd never have a likeness for me, even if I needed or wanted it.



"Damn this hormones," she sniffed. Cleaning her wet face with the back of her hands.


It broke me to see her hurt. I did the exact thing I swore never to do― hurt her. But what else could I have done, she saw me as the devil, it would be futile to tell her otherwise. Even if I did, the wedding would go on as planned and she'd hurt and hate me all over again.


"Now that you've made it clear you can't stand me, I'll drop you off by morning. My lawyer will contact you next week with the terms of our arrangement, child custody, support and all."

"Child custody? That shouldn't even be up for discussion!"

"Think again, twelve hours ago, you didn't even want my baby. Imagine what a judge would think of that."

"No. You wouldn't do that to me,," she whispered. Her head bobbled uncontrollably from side to side, her hands just held her chest.

"Be rest assured I'll do my part to make this a smooth and nice arrangement." I smiled. "Even if it means driving you myself to your doctor's appointments. I'll do anything for my child. Good night Enitan."


I walked to the door and grabbed the handle, but her small voice made me freeze before I could pull it.


"Nathan?"


I released my hold on the door handle and turned back to look at her, surprised she still wanted to talk to me.


"Yes."


"Did you ever love me?" She asked, softly, an inch farther and I'd have missed her question.

I did. I still do. More than life itself.

"Once." I replied.

She nodded and bit her lips. "I see. Goodnight."

adeboizy11:
I'm so sorry for all you've been through boo. Just be strong and know that you're not alone and above all, God got you. Plenty love from this side.
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I'm sorry. I'll try to post tomorrow. I have a family emergency that's making my family travel hospitals in different states.

Also my online friend and editor, Lookman Leneon died a week ago and I had no idea. I found out yesterday in our book club's whatsapp group. I was mad at him for not replying my mails and Wattpad messages, for not editing my work and sending it back. Not knowing he was lying cold in a mortuary. It's been a rough week and I'm mentally tired.

I saw this message yesterday but was in no frame of mind to reply.

Thanks for your patience.

Thanks so much darl. Everything is fine now and I'm back!