I got to the room, dropped my phone on the edge of the bed and threw myself on the bed. The next minute, I was rolling back and front on the bed. I was feeling so excited.
I don't think I have ever felt this way for any guy I have dated or hung out with before. The previous guys I dated were due to the fact that I needed money and they had the cash. All of them requested that I slept with them, which I really didn't bulge to accept. Of course, I needed the money, I was always in need of that money and they knew and most of them uses it against me.
All the guys I dated were rich but stupid as Clarinet would term it. She hated all of my ex boyfriends, because of one habit or the other. Just except one, who was the last guy that I dated and vowed not to date anymore, till I met Edison.
The last guy I ever committed myself to, was a drunk and he smoked a lot. I wasn't a smoker, but, I didn't bother about him. This guy, had this nickname Bossy and he was actually kinda bossy. To the extent at times he beat me when he felt I had done something stupid.
He wasn't asthmatic but he had this inhaler which he used on himself when he had some kind of seizures. I literarily forgot what he termed it and the sickness he said it was. I knew about the seizures and they were not as constant as asthma, infact they happen maybe once a week. Most times when he has smoked above his smoking limits.
This particular day, I stayed with him for two good weeks and also went to work from his house. He would order for a taxi who takes me to work and bring me back home. He did that for exactly two weeks, until the last day when the straw broke the camel's back.
Earlier that morning, I had a serious argument with Bossy which almost led to a big fight. But, I had to wave it off because I had work to prepare for. So, later that day, I returned home from work and the driver dropped me off infront of his as usual. I thanked him casually and went into the house. Bossy was around and I was still mad at him, so I just greeted him lightly and walked passed him.
He called me and asked me to come back to the sitting room where he was sitting and smoking, with bottles littered on the floor. I pretended I didn't hear him and went on to undress. I was still removing my clothes when he dragged me by the hair, to the sitting room and threw me on the floor. I was pissed off, but because I felt he wasn't on his right mind, I had to let it slide and for the fact that I just returned from work and was so tired, I had to pretend nothing happened.
I got up from the floor and started walking to the room again. This time, he gave me a very hot slap that made me fall to the ground with a loud thud. At that process, I got my left wrist dislocated that I screamed so loud. That guy didn't stop, but kept giving me more punches on my body. It was so much that I got angry. I grabbed one of the bottles on the ground and hit him with it and he fell to the ground.
I quickly got to my feet, then I looked up and saw the driver who had dropped me off from work at the entrance of the sitting room.
He said I had forgotten a bag in his car, so when he realized that, he came back to return it, since he didn't know what was inside and I might need it. He said he had been knocking for a while, but when he heard the so loud scream, he acted by impulse by coming into the house.
I was injured, lots of bruises all over my body, that I couldn't respond to him but nodded. As he came to inspect it, he noticed that Bossy was having his seizure attacks.
I ran into the room as fast as I could and got his inhaler. Then we gave it to him. It subsided, but didn't stop immediately. The driver suggested we took him to the hospital and he volunteered to use his car.
Bossy was admitted to the hospital for some weeks and the doctor said it took so much time before we administered his medication to him.
To cut the story short, Bossy didn't leave that hospital alive, he died three weeks later after so many many seizures. I wished I never came to that house to stay, maybe he could have been alive up till now. I usually feel bad about it, not that he treated me well, but for the fact that he died hurts me.
He was the one taking care of his sisters since their parents were late. His sisters hated me because of that and blamed me for the death of their brother. One of his sisters, Jessica was pregnant then and her husband was in prison as well. Bossy was the one catering for her and the unborn baby. I felt a bit responsible for the loss, but it wasn't my fault though.
After that incident, I decided that I would take a break from being in a relationship for the meantime, so I could take the thought of Bossy off my head for the while. Well, that didn't work as planned, because I ended up meeting Edison, which was more of a Godsent than a mistake.
I had gone to a bookshop to get a medical book I could read. Edison also came to get book for himself, a business book. He looked a bit lost as he was looking for a particular book and he couldn't find it. When I observed that, I walked up to him and asked him what the problem was. He explained his issue, so I directed him to the person who would help him get what he was looking for, so he thanked me and left.
About some weeks later, he walked up to me at the book shop and thanked me for the last time. Then, he requested for my number, which I didn't hesitate to give him.
The next thing, I was Inlove with this guy, but I preferred to keep it to myself, due to the fact that I had made my resolution not to date any guy yet.
Fortunately and at the same time, unfortunately, he confessed his undying love for me and asked me to be his girl. At first, I refused, but after some special and unique otings with him, he won all of my heart and I had to finally accept his proposal. He was so happy the day I accepted that he sent me a huge sum of money just to say thank you for accepting me.
Edison was a strong business tycoon and a rich one too. When I noticed how caring, straight forward, calm, brilliant, soft and cool he was, I knew I wouldn't want to give up this guy for another, not for any reason at all.
He was usually very busy, so he did more of the calling. I only call once in a while and during the day when he tells me that he has the time off. Or sometimes when I predict his lunch break and calls.
Whenever he doesn't pick up, I just know that he is quite busy with work, so I can't disturb him. Most of the times I am daydreaming about him. Seeing myself in a wedding dress as a bride and saying, yes I do to the groom who is Edison. I know I was fantasizing a lot, but I didn't care about that, I only wished the fantasy becomes true all of a sudden.
From the moment I said yes to Edison, I noticed that my composure changed. He usually sends me money weekly, so I used that opportunity to change my dresses to a more decent but captivating ones. To the extent that my colleagues noticed it. I was usually smiling more often at work than I used to previously and it was so obvious that the doctor had to question that one of the days at work.
I couldn't help it, I couldn't help but kept falling Inlove with Edison. He made every single thing much more easier for me. I started complaining of him increasing my weekly allowance, because it was becoming too much.
Usual me, I would spend every single dime and never get content with it. But recently, I was forced to start saving up. One of the months, when I checked my savings, I was quite shocked by what I saw. It was more than I expected.
I was forever grateful to Edison for changing my lifestyle, I saw the difference between me and my old self with my eyes and I must confess, it was worth it.
I was still daydreaming on my own when Clarinet sauntered in. Then, she jumped on the bed on purpose just to make sure I noticed her.
"Baby girl, what is it again? Huh? I told you I want to sleep, won't you let me be?
"You have all the day to sleep and I will be leaving for work soon, so there will be no one to disturb you as soon as I leave. By then, you can have your fill with as much sleep as you ever wish for, hmmm."
"My goodness! Can't I have peace in my own house again? Do you have to trouble me always? I retorted, pretending to be angry, which she didn't buy, but threw to the ditch.
"Point of correction, our, alright. It is our own house, just a reminder, just incase you might have forgotten. So, by the way, uhm, what was I saying? She asked herself, trying to recollect. Though, I prayed she doesn't, which was a prayer I knew wouldn't be answered though.
"Yes, I remember. So uhm, what were you guys doing last night, if you didn't do the usuals, you know? She said, giving that mischievous smile of hers.
"Nothing Clarinet, we just slept. Can't you just accept that. You know I would have told you so if we did anything, I always told when I did with my ex." I answered, forcing myself to sleep off.
"Don't give that as an excuse. You like Edison more than any of them, so you can cover up for him even though he tried to do something stupid." She defended herself.
"You have a nice point there girl, but to be honest with you, what I just said is the truth. You either accept it or leave it that way."
"Oh my goodness. That's not just possible, oh my! Gosh no way! Wow, I am really impressed. I guess he is actually a good guy then, huh."
"Well, yeah. Which is actually weird."
"Why do you say that?
"Because, I am usually more attracted to bad guys. All my ex boyfriends are examples you know."
"Girl, come of it. It's just that you accept their requests that is why it actually looks like you are attracted to their kind of person. I am sure some good guys have approached you once in a while, huh, but you refused. Just take Jide for example."
"Leave Jide off the hook. That dumb ass guy was a married man and he made the wrong move to the wrong lady."
"Wait, are you kidding me? She exclaimed in great surprise. Covering her mouth with her hand.
"I'm not babe, I am being very serious. That stupid guy was a grown ass freak!
We usually refered grown ass as married people. It was kinda a slang we used especially when we are outside and we don't what people to know what we are talking about.
"Damn! I had no idea that was the reason you broke up with him. I mean, he is a very nice guy you know. Treated you so well, that I almost started liking him."
"Yeah, I knew about that, the aspect that you started to like him a bit."
"Gosh, how did you know that? I am sure I never told you any of that." She said shyly, trying to cover up her shame that was building up.
"Well, you did, one of the nights we went clubbing and you came home drunk. You said that to my face."
"Oh damn. I really did fuck up, didn't I? But, but why didn't you confront me about that? Why didn't you say anything about it? She asked guiltily.
"Uhmm, I guess I felt it was no use. By then, I found out he was a grown ass, so I kinda dropped all my feelings for him in the mud. So baby girl, that's past now, don't bring it up again huh."
"I am really sorry about that though. I didn't mean to do anything with your guy." She apologized.
"Well, it's fine now. Luckily, he is no longer my guy anyway. He is just, uh, whatever."
"Okay, okay. I get it alright, yeah I do. But, I am not really fascinated but what you say about your dinner night last night. Come on, you went to a very expensive place yesterday and you are trying to say that it was all that boring? She asked distastefully.
"I didn't say it was boring. We actually talked about a lot of things. Played the games they had there. Ate a lot. Drank some expensive wine."
"Owwww. That's so sweet. Is that the reason you are keeping it from me, so I won't feel jealous? She asked winking.
"No, no, not at all I am just tired, that's all. By the way, it is not something that should warrant you to be jealous of, nope not just that." I answered, smiling to myself.
"Hmmm. That's quite suspicious of you. Is there something you are not telling me? She asked, pushing me slightly.
"I will tell you later. You should go dress up for work now. You will be running late if you do not do so."
"I still have time to dress up. My clothes have been arranged already, so don't you bother yourself about me running late for work. Just spill the beans."
"And you'll go dress up for work? Right?
"Yep, I will. I will."
"Edison promised to take me on a trip to Dubai, whenever I am ready." I said slowly.
"Oh my goodness! What! She screamed. "Gosh, my baby is going to Dubai soon." She shouted in jubilation.
"Girl, don't you see that you are disturbing the neighboring compounds? Please, go dress for work. I won't talk any further.
"Okay okay. We will talk more about this when I return huh. Sleep well." She said, giggling to herself.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to come devour me.