Derrick’s POVMy head is splitting. I could feel every activity in my head and my back aches a lot. It felt like I had slept on a stone and needed a good massaging session to bring my bones back in shape. I tried turning and found myself on the floor. When did my bed get so small? I tried opening my eyes, but the brightness attacked me. I closed it back and winced when I felt the headache grow. I would definitely need my hangover soup and drugs to reduce this headache.On the second attempt, I was able to open my eyes successful. I adjusted my gaze to my surroundings and it looked nothing like my room. Where was I?From the sofa that was behind me, to the television and player system, I knew I was in a living room. And not just any living room because I could recognise this living room, I have been there a lot of times. Okay, maybe not a lot of times. But, I have been here enough and checked the place well to know exactly where it was at first glance.What was I doing in
Naomi’s POV“What are you doing here, Desmond!”His gaze moved around, probably to take in everyone sitting in the dining room. He smiled at Dean. Dean got up to run to him with a wide smile on his face.“It’s good to see you, Desmond.”Desmond scoop him from the floor and hugged him like they were forever buddies. I glanced at Derrick, and the hurt on his face was obvious. I was torn between telling him that Dean had no serious relationship with Desmond but I kept quiet. Maybe this was better. It was another way to prove to him that I wasn’t available for all the frolicking he has been doing but I was also not available for anyone.I glanced at Emily, she had a wide smile on her face. Just looking at her made me figure everything out. She had invited Desmond here probably to spite Derrick or she had invited him the day we parted. Either way, I was unhappy with the way she had decided to handle things. She just gave Desmond more entrance into our lives. The guy was a strange
“We need to talk.” Emily parroted “But first I have to apologise to you. I am really sorry for all I did. It was because I love you so much. I just want you to be happy. I never intended to force my opinion on you.”Of course, I knew all she did was out of love. For that reason, I couldn’t hate her. I pulled her in for a hug.“Me too. Me too.” Dean screamed pulling our legs and hugging them closer to him.“Of course, prince. You too.” Emily picked him up and pecked him. That earned a wide smile on his lips which in turn made me smile. Finally, the day seems to be getting better. A beep was heard, and Emily brought her phone out to read whatever text she got. I moved back inside to give her privacy but she walked inside with me.“That’s Desmond, he texted me that he was back home and would love to have lunch with us someday.”I sighed. “I thought we have…”She cut me off, “I know we just agree on how important your privacy is that’s why I am letting you know. If you don’t wan
Derrrick’s POVIf I was told I could feel anger to this extent, I would have doubted it. I have never been so angry at anyone not to talk of myself. I was so angry at myself. I was angry at Naomi for making me angry at myself and I was angry at Emily – her loyal friend. But mostly, I was angry at that Desmond guy for running my morning and in turn my whole day. Why did he have to come at that time when everything was going smoothly with Naomi. She was already warming up to me.“Good day, brother. What’s tickling your pants?” Diana was at the bar with two wine glasses in front of her. I moved to the bar, picking up one glass and pouring all the content in my mouth. She narrowed her eyes at me. “What’s happening to you? You have been moody these days, and you have been consuming alchol more than you do.”I only groaned which made her more curious. “Is it business? Are you losing some kind of big deals that I have no idea about?”If it was business, I would not be having headaches
Surprise was an understatement. I am more than surprised by the flower I received early this morning. I have never been gifted flowers because I have never been courted properly but what ws more surprising was the sender of the flowers. When I received it, all my thought was that it was from Desmond. I had smile and thanked the delivery man, thinking about how right Emily was. I really needed a man in my life. Then, I picked the note attached to the flower and it fell from my hand.I knew I destroyed our homeAnd I broke you.I want you to know that I’m not perfectAnd I want to make our home again,Better this time.DBI knew Derrick’s intials, but what was more surprising was that in our two years of marriage, Derrick hd never gifted me anything. He believed everything I needed was in the house.Perceiving the flower, I smiled against it. This was the first gift I was receiving from him and I will cherish it. I placed it in the pot near my working place, smiling at it whenev
Derrick’s POVThis was the third flower I was sending to Naomi in just a day and I really hope it’s all working the way Ricky said. I have never done anything to please a woman in my life. There were always ready to satisfy me. At least, I took the fact that none of my flowers were returned as good news.The beeping of my office line got my attention as I picked it up. “Sir, a Miss Drivels is here to see you.”Miss Drivels. I tried to recall if I know anyone by that name but I keep coming back blank. Maybe it was one of the blonds I had met in Naomi’s absent.“Let her in.”The line went dead and soon a lady came in. She was beautiful with her slim body; curvy hips and she had the height to maintain her long slender leg. Her face was not familiar, there was no way I would have met a lady like her and not remember her face. I waited for my body to respond to her beauty and revealing legs in her short gown, but there was nothing.“How can I be of help to you, Miss Drivels?”She
Naomi's POV"I want to invite you to dinner."I must have heard him wrong. There was no way Derrick Boone would invite me to a dinner date with him. If he did, then pigs have started flying. Although, he had been doing a lot of strange things recently but asking me out is out of it. He was different from the man I was married to but that doesn't mean I would just accept his invitation."Why should I?"He looked like a kid whose favourite toy got stolen. "I told you. I want you back in my life and I want to make it up to you."Who is this guy and what has he done to the Derrick I know? The last time I had suggested going with him to a dinner party. He had that a lot. Sometimes, it's a lunch party. Sometimes, charity parties. There was always one party or another to go to. I was bored out of my head from reading and just playing wife at home. I was young and needed fun in my life. I wanted to attend one of those parties - mainly out of curiosity - because Derrick always comes back late
Derrick's POVI had always been regarded as the life of the party but at the moment I felt as if I don't have a life not to talk about being the life of a party. I sat in a corner drinking my wine slowly while trying to take in the scene before me. Everyone was grinding. They all had a partner who came with them to the party, and most were kissing and about to get a room upstairs. It was supposed to be a business meeting, whereby you make new connections, and seal old deals with old connections. But, it seem I was out of tune with the term of the party. I was sexually deprived. Ever since I heard of Naomi's return I had abstained from sex, not because I wanted to but because nothing in the skirt department apart from Naomi was doing it for me. I was still trying to get myself drunk when I laid my eyes on the fucker that came to Naomi's house. What a surprise! I had no idea we roamed the same social circle and it was my first time seeing him. He sat at the bar, and a redhead slim la