JODY.
I hate grocery shopping. I would always choose shopping for clothes, shoes, bags and make-up over shopping for food items anytime any day. But unfortunately, today wasn’t one of the days I could choose.My refrigerator and kitchen cabinet were literally empty, not that there wasn’t money to get the things I needed but the energy and will to get them was totally absent. And I couldn’t always eat out.Ever since I left my parent’s, the responsibility of buying grocery for myself had been an adult thingy I'm yet to catch up with. Maybe that was why getting married or ‘settling down’ like my parents called was really difficult for me. And these days everything they talked about constantly found its way back to the topic of settling down and having kids. It was their biggest issue now, a bone of contention, the reason I had been avoiding going to visit them for over a month. “I don’t think yAs I made to dash after him, the cashier stopped me, “Your receipt ma’am. I’m done packing your items, here you go.” she announced handing me the three heavy bags.It took all the good-will in me not to flare up at her at that moment. Why would she accept someone else's credit card to pay for my own items? I dragged my heavy bags towards the exit without saying another word to her, hurling the bags towards my red Chevrolet which was parked just outside the shop.Before I knew what was happening, someone came from behind me and snatched two of the bags from me, relieving and annoying me at the same time.I twirled to see who it was, and you already know who, yeah, Marcus Grant, the new knight in shining rudeness.Thank goodness he hadn’t left already, I had to pay him back his money if that was the last thing on earth for me to do.“Marcus, you don’t—”“Where’s your car?”
GRACENK was looking womanly in her regular conservative style of finely tailored black trousers and white shirt with a long black coat. I bet she was only coming from home despite looking so sophisticated like she was going for a conference or something.She was black so her hair wasn’t straight like ours. It was extremely curly bunch of afro that stood on her head like a halo. She tied around the front with a tiny scarf, giving it a more organized look but I loved it anyway. She always tells me keeping an afro is the greatest headache on earth, still I wish I had it. She made herself comfortable on my long couch, holding a cup of coffee I just handed her as we caught up on the weather and other trivialities as we had promised each other during our college never to talk about important stuff when any of us is absent. It was totally childish of us back then, but we held on to it even as grown adults.Laurie had gone to bed early, few hours after Conn
GRACEMonday morning came too slowly, giving me enough time to rest, but somehow I was running late in getting Laurel ready for school.I dressed her up as quickly as possible, made her breakfast and packaged her lunch. I took the keys of the new car Connor got me after countless minutes of back and forth deliberations.Should I? Should I not?But I took it at the end of the day, convincing myself that it was the right thing to do and somehow, I was deserving of whatever he gives to me.As soon as I came out of the house, my phone started vibrating like crazy but I turned it off and threw it into my bag. I knew it was most probably my friends or Connor but I had to take my child to school, and I couldn’t answer any calls or text while driving.Laurie asked me about the car in her usual inquisitive manner, I told her it was given as a gift from Uncle Alpha so I could use it to drive her to school and back. She giggled bouncing on
CONNORGrace’s phone wasn’t going through at all.Ever since the news broke out early this morning, I had been trying to reach her. I called her mobile over a hundred time and that of her home countless times but she wasn’t answering either.I paced in my office restlessly wandering if she had seen it. Dumb. She must have seen it, definitely. How she would be feeling at this point was what was eating away my guts at this point. Marcus had rushed into my room this morning to bring me the news and gave me information on me it's source. I was about calling my lawyers to sue that damn newspaper and make them never print a word as long they live, when I discovered my mother was the one who tipped them off. She was the one who gave to those leeches the fake news about me in a bid to force me into marriage.I already told her I had absolutely nothing to do with Angela anymore, and I had no idea both of them still kep
GRACE.“Explain then,” I glared at him, pouring all the rage I was feeling into his eyes.At first, I wanted to stay inside NK’s room till he left like I told NK but I just couldn’t beat to hear him plead that way.I really didn’t want to see him ever again or hear whatever he had to say, but his persistence was driving me nuts.The desperation and urgency in his voice drew me out of the house. And I thought to myself; he wants to talk right? Then we might as well just hear his loads of excuses and get it over and done with.One thing was certain, I've been a reporter for more than five years. No Tabloids can carry an information like that without the person’s authorization or the company or agency they work for. He would have slapped them with heavy lawsuits if that wasn’t the case. So yeah, I wanna hear about it too, cuz I have been scrolling through articles since NK showed me that, looking
JODYI hurried into my home after work so I could drop off the work stuff with me before rushing to NK’s place to see Grace.I called NK first as Gracie’s number wasn’t reachable to know the situation of things but NK told me Grace had left after Connor came to her place persisting that he must talk to her.Connor Shelby went to NK’s house? Jeez! I’m just surprised, not really impressed because he was still a two timing bastard. I said I was going to see Grace at home then, but NK advised against it, saying she needed some time by herself.“What about Laurel?” I asked,"Grace had gone to pick her up earlier than normal," NK told me.“Alright then, let’s just keep trying to reach her on phone and by tomorrow or next, we’ll go see her.” I suggested and NK agreed.I ended the call and sent Grace a voicemail and text messages to ask how she was d
I tried to struggle, to fight him off, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tighter to his rock hard body.“Jody.” He said my name in a really soothing manner with his head resting on my shoulders. “I know my boss, and I know he is not that kind of person. I’m not that kind of person too. We would never intentionally hurt the person we care about. He would definitely make things right with your friend, I promise.”My heart morphed into Jelly at his words as I wrapped my tiny arms around his neck and hugged him back. He drew back a little and rested his lip on mine, sending waves of tingles all over my nerves. I let him in as he tongue gently took control of my whole mouth and senses.I have been with quite a number of men in my life but I couldn’t remember the last time a man made me feel this safe and loved.And the sparks. I had lost faith in sparks, in ever getting that sensation of but
CONNORI drove straight to the airport after meeting with Grace and was able to secure a first class ticket to Wales, where my family home was based.Usually, it was my secretary’s duty to take care of issues like these but this travel wasn’t the usual business travel, it was my person business, so I decided to handle it myself. I didn’t call Marcus as he informed me he would be unavailable for the rest of the day.The plane took off at mid-day and hopefully, I should be getting back to London before midnight. I could never sleep anywhere that isn’t my room in my home here in central London. Although I once lived in Wales with my family when I was younger but I left home in my early teen years for an expensive Boarding schools only rich kids could attend.I didn’t want to go, in fact I begged my parents profusely not to allow me go, but my father was a dictator, so I had no choice but to leave home at such a