Naomi’s P.O.V.Getting Maya’s house wasn’t difficult; she lived in the same apartment she lived in when we were still friends, but what I wasn’t expecting was the party going on. It wasn’t even a weekend, and she was having a party. Maya had always loved parties. When we were much younger, she hardly missed out on any party.I remained in my car and sighed. Unlike Maya, I hated parties. I hated the smell, the crowd, and the judgmental look. Everything was over the top for me. I loved staying indoors, curled with a nice romantic or erotica novel. I never get tired of reading those.Again, I wasn’t dressed up for a party. My only intention was to have a conversation with her and try to see if it was her or not.Maya might have been the reason Derrick divorced me, but I refused to believe that she was cruel enough to send such pictures to me. We might not be friends anymore, but we were once friends, and I never thought she would be that heartless.I closed my eyes and leaned on my backs
Naomi’s P.O.V.“What the fuck are you talking about?” Maya said, jumping from the bed. She was angry. I know that, but I didn’t care about that at the moment. I have someone at stake here, and I would go through any length to protect him.Sensing the tension in the room, Sandy left the room, closing the door behind. I would have loved to engage with her, but I was more concerned about Maya.“I remember you barging into my house claiming Derrick will be yours, and you will soon be Mrs. Boone. Is that wrong?”She tilted her chin up, “So, what?”“So, are you threatening me because you can’t get Derrick to be yours? After breaking our marriage, he still won’t be yours.”She blinked at me as if she was confused. I knew Maya was anything but a liar. She’d boldly claim every evil thing she was up to, but I know this was too much, so she might want to hide it. It was just disgusting thinking of an elderly woman threatening a little child like Dean.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I n
Naomi’s P.O.V.“You’re crazy.”I smiled at the horrified look on his face. It wasn’t my intention to terrify him, but it made me laugh too.“It’s not funny. There’s no way I am going close to some strange crazy woman. It’s totally wrong.”“But that’s the only way we can trap her. Think about Dean.”He frowned, “I’ll forever pick beating her up over that.”I moved my laptop on my lap. I was supposed to be brainstorming on my new book, and my editor was already on my neck, but some things were more important than satisfying my editor.“You’re not really dating her or anything. We just need to find out if she’s really the one sending the pictures or not. We need to catch her in action. I’m certain that if she’s the one, they would be a lot of evidence in her house, and the only way we can get that is if we have access to her house.”He picked up my laptop from my leg, and closed it, completely ignoring my stare to froze him in the action. He settled right between my legs.“I don’t care i
Derrick’s POVI was back in the office, and I already missed Naomi. I missed having her close to me always, but we needed to do this, and I needed to give the crazy woman the courage to approach me. According to Naomi, staying away from her for a bit would encourage her to approach me, but I doubted it.Thankfully, I was lost at work to keep staring at time, and it helped me miss Naomi less. I had to keep my phone from me so I wouldn’t call her while working.After work, I called Ricky to hang out together at the club. From experience, I knew the easiest way for women to approach me was at the club. If I started frequently the club again, soon there would be rumors, and more ladies would approach me.I have visited the club for a week now and haven’t seen the freak. Lots of girls had approached me, and I had pretended to be into them, but it was disgusting when all I could think of was Naomi. I called her daily to make sure Dean was alright and to check if there was any new threat, bu
Maya’s P.O.V.When I heard Derrick had returned to the club, I didn’t believe it at first. Everyone knew how he was hanged over Naomi, and he suddenly changed after she came back to town, so I gave up on going to the club to get his attention.There was no use; he was never there in the first place. He was too busy going over to Naomi to see any other person, and I didn’t see the need to hang onto a man who barely had time for me. I had almost given up on becoming Mrs. Boone until Naomi came over to my party to make that mess. It was embarrassing but also an eye-opener that she was finally having issues with Derrick and my opportunity to get him.It was annoying thinking of her as Mrs. Boone. If anyone deserved that position, it was me. I was prettier, and I always dated the best guy while we were at school. So, it was surprising to hear that Naomi had gotten married to him. I loathed that and desperately wanted to separate them. Luckily for me, I was able to separate them, but that d
Derrick’s P.O.V.My head aches; it doesn’t help that Maya or whatever she was called kept talking about herself. I’ve never met anyone so self-absorbed before. She thought I was into her and decided to tell me more about herself. It was a pity that I barely listened to whatever she was saying, but I bobbed my head up and down to encourage. If I was going to play this pretense game, then I might as well play it well.I was more than thankful when we finally pulled in front of her house. Excitedly, she opened the door and was bouncing on her feet when I got down. She made a show of linking our hands as we moved into her apartment.I looked around. It was a story-building apartment, but it should be easy enough to cover up immediately. I just needed to find evidence, and I’m out of there.Her apartment looked neat enough as if she expected to bring someone back home. It also smelled nice. I stood in the middle of the sitting room, not trying to feel comfortable. She looked around and no
Derrick’s POVI had spent an hour discussing on an online meeting before Ricky stumbled to the living room in just his underwear. At first, he didn’t see me as his eyes were shut and he moved like he was being pushed towards his kitchen. I watched him finish a bottle of water before he opened his eyes. When he turned and saw me, he almost fell, making my smirk grow. It wasn’t every time I was able to surprise him, but getting such a reaction out of him made me momentarily forget what I was going through.“Dude, what are you doing in here?”I cocked a brow at him, “I should be asking what you were doing up there, but I don’t want to know. It gross just thinking about it.”He placed his finger into his hair before moving beside me, “Don’t tell me you have been here for a while?”I raised my hand. I am not saying a word.He smirked, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I had no idea how you were going to react and I didn’t want to add something else to everything going on around you.”I nodded,
"Mum! I want that." I stared at my four-year-old son. He had been pointing to everything he sees He wanted everything. At first, he wanted the plane we boarded, which made me laugh and he was so curious as to why I was laughing. Then he wanted the chairs at the airport but now he was pointing to a bag someone was holding."Sorry, sweetie. You can't have that," I responded. That had been my response to all of his needs. And I knew what was coming after my response, so I smile ahead."Why?" he looked so cute, curious and confused as if he couldn't understand why he can't have a bag that doesn't belong to us. "You can't have it because it does not belong to mummy. It belongs to someone else." he pouted and it melts my heart. "Then why can't we buy it," he said.We were waiting for our bags, so I pulled him closer to the baggage reclaim area. "We will buy ours once we get home." That seems to reassure him and he was quiet for a while.I got our bags and moved to the taxi ar