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

Naomi's POVI was getting used to the flowers sent by Derrick and I was expecting more flowers from him. Suddenly, the flowers stopped coming. I already dedicated a room for his flowers alone. Dean also played in the room whenever he likes. He said, he loves the smell of the room. I also loved it. Sometimes, if I was out of inspiration, I just sit in the room and take care of the flowers. It was one of my new favourite things to do. Then instead of flowers, he sent books. I almost screamed. He sent one of my favourite books, the first edition. I had no idea how he knew the book but at the front, he wrote.I hope you end up with me,Just like she ended up with him.The Derrick I knew did not give two shits about books. So, how did he know about what happened in the books? I treasured the book and added it to a new column in my library. I was humming and highly inspired to start a new story when another knock distracted me. I was hoping it was another boom from Derrick.

NAOMI'S POVFor some reason, someone out there thought it was fun to play with my sanity. Apart from the picture of the beheaded Dean, I had received images on my phone. Sometimes, it was the image of us both going out with Dean’s picture cancelled with an x. I have seen those sorts of things a lot in a movie and I knew it meant Dean was whoever was doing this target. I was bothered and losing my sanity that I could barely sleep out of the fear that someone out there might hurt Dean. Why Dean of all people? If the target was me. I would be more at ease than this. Other times, it was his picture or a video of him playing with other kids in his classroom. Sometimes it was him and Emily. I had thought of reporting it to the police but it might only annoy whoever was doing this and may put Dean in more danger. That was the only reason I was keeping it to myself. I didn’t tell Emily and I told Emily almost everything happening to me. “I think it’s been a long time since we went ou

Naomi’s POVFinally, I had one week of rest and freedom. There was no strange note, picture or videos from anywhere. It might be the fact that I had hired bodyguards for Dean. I won’t be pushed around the way I was when I had no money, and Dean would be the last person anyone would hurt under my guardians.Derrick was also not coming, and somehow, I don’t know how, but I knew that I missed him. I missed how he tried making conversations with me even when he was obviously bored. I missed how Dean was getting along with his father, although, the said father had no idea he was his son. I missed getting novels or flowers too.I felt the urge to visit him, but I didn’t want to give him the impression that I care about him. The old Derrick that ignored me and barely knew I existed might come back.“I am home today. Let’s have some fun.”I could swear on my life that Emily was a party freak. She was a social butterfly – always wanting to go out. This time around, I did not dismiss

Naomi’s POVI had no idea that Derrick had a lot of time on his hand. I had always known him to be busy, not like I blame him, but when someone had a lot of businesses to manage, they were always busy. Yet, it seemed like he did not have anything going on for him in the past few days. He was always in my house, smiling, playing, eating and always finding things to do with Dean.I wasn’t complaining because I had time for myself too. I had time to plot my stories, read my fans' comments and research things I believed I had to improve on. There was someone taking care of Dean and giving him all his attention apart from me. The thought alone brought a smile to my lips. Emily already suggested that she would love to move out of the apartment, but I had shunned it. I wasn’t completely at ease with myself yet. What if the freak decided to resume his or her game back? Now, it was too silent. There were no messages on my phone. There were no pictures delivered to my door. It was as