These days my memory fails me a lot and it was getting really annoying. I suddenly remembered the young man that had come for the interview yesterday, I had told him to come exactly 7am and it looks like he had taken me by my word. If I wasn't so sick I would have been up and ready for work by now but it was obvious it won't be the case today.
I contemplated asking her to tell him off, but that would be rude and since it was his first day at work I didn't want to show him that side of me now.
He doesn't know me yet and if I did this he would definitely succumb to thinking that I am a bitter woman which I was now, but well he doesn't have to know that yet.
I can just let him up and tell him myself how sick I feel.
"Just let him come up." I said, a silent cough escaping my dry throat.
She looked at me worriedly. "Ma'am are you OK?"
"Not really but my doctor is on his way. You can leave now." I mumbled, waving her away. She nodded, closing the door behind her.
My brain felt like it was going to explode as if a thousand giants were playing basket ball in my head. I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. I ran into the bathroom feeling all the food I've eaten claw up to my throat, fighting to be let out.
I opened the toilet lid, and with shaky legs I puked letting out all the salad I had eaten yesterday night. I watched it as it went down into the toilet, giving it a different color.
It felt like my intestines were shrinking. My throat was so dry hence I was vomiting with much difficulty but I could not stop.
"Calm down. Take, drink this." A voice said to me offering me a glass of warm water. The same glass that had been resting on my bedside table.
I looked up from the toilet seat to see my driver looking down at me with worry and fear. I spat, and took the water from him.
"It would help you vomit easily. You are lacking body fluid that's why you are finding it this painful to throw up." He said.
I took the glass from him and gulped down the entire content, groaning from the discomfort and pain.
It actually felt so good to finally drink water, it made me feel better, but the nausea was still there and I had a feeling it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"So you are a doctor too." I sniffed wiping the tears that fell from my eyes.
"I'm not but my father was." He answered still rubbing my back gently. I threw up again this time with less difficulty, finally getting to empty my stomach.
His rubbed my back continuously for about five minutes until I was finally calm. "Let me take you to the room so you can rest." He offered helping me flush the toilet.
"I'm not smelling nice. Just carry me into the tub so I can get this smell of me."
"Aren't you a little too weak to bath."
"It will make me feel better." I insisted. He carried me and placed me in the tub Like I requested.
"You sure you are OK?"
"Yes I am. Please help me find a light dress in my wardrobe please. My walk in closet is the door next to this." I pleaded waving him out. He hesitated a bit, but later left obviously knowing that I needed the privacy to take my bathe.
CHAPTER 10Celine's POVI gently peeled off my grey nightgown from my body and dropped it on the tile floor. Mary will take care of everything later. Then I put on the shower and filled the tub with hot water, adding enough carot liquid soap in it. I soaked myself and washed off having no strength to sponge. I have never in my life felt so weak before. Whatever sickness this was I needed to cure it as soon as possible.I wrapped my pink towel around me after I felt satisfied with bathing. Indeed I felt better, at least strong enough to walk out with my own two feet. I opened the door gently and almost stumbled on Lucas who had been standing in front of the door for whatever reason."Ouch." I moaned hitting my toe on the door. "Why the hell are you standing
CHAPTER 11Lucas POVI stood outside the room for about five minutes staring at the beautufully designed wooden door in front of me after the boss had asked that I leave, immediately she had started to feel better thanks to my help.Women, I thought shaking my head.She couldn't even utter a thank you. She just looked at me like I grew two horns and sent me out. If she didn't like the dress she should have told me what's so hard in that. Besides how was I supposed to know what she would like when her instruction was simple, "get me something comfortable".The clothes in the wardrobe had overwhelmed me, but immediately I found that silk gown I knew it was going to be perfect. Too bad I was wrong. Just like I've been wrong about so many things.
CHAPTER 17Celine's POVIrritated I glanced again at the black cherry deskclock on my bedside table. Richard my doctor and friend had not arrived yet even after I had called him several hours ago.Did he think I was making it up when I told him I woke up sick or was he just trying to pay back for the times he had warned me to take my rest seriously and I hadn't listened.Whatever the case, his absence was getting on my last nerve. I pulled the duvet over my head feeling intense fever starting to rake my body.This is why you don't put friends in places meant for professional, I thought.
CHAPTER 13Lucas POVThe pain of being rejected clawed in my chest but I decided to ignore it. Who knows she might not be sending me away."Babe are you not happy to see me?" I asked.No reply from her instead she was even more determined, holding me firmer as we took the same route I just took a few minutes ago."I got off work early and we can go out. Where are you taking me to?" I asked, pulling my hands away from her, therefore pulling her to a stop."You have to go home now." She said looking behind her, as though someone was on our tail."Why?" I asked, startled. Anger seared through me, a
CHAPTER 14Lucas POVFlashbackAfter Ada my first love left me, my heart thought it had finally closed to love and it was not going to suffer again. Only for it to meet Sydney. I was smitten by her from the day I met her in the bar where I worked at night before NYSC. And it was not just lust or about the sex which was the fuel that had been driving all my relationships in University it was just something about her. I wanted to know her better.She was so full of life unlike me almost everything I was, she was the opposite. Maybe that was why I was drawn to her in the beginning, because she was the things I wanted to be. Happy, free. Happy.The first time I saw her she was the bubbly red haired girl with a charming smile. She had different wigs of different colours and they all suited her Beautifully.Sydney frequented the
CHAPTER 15Lucas POV"You are back?" Sydney asked shocked to see my standing by the door. She had probably thought that I won't come back because I was angry at her, but after I was done with what I was engaged in outside I found my way back home. I'm not the type of man to keep his girlfriend worried and waiting for his return except in a case where I've made it clear I won't be coming back.I was also surprised to see her at home for it was still eleven am and if my memory served me correctly she had thrown me out of her office a few hours ago because of a client. Had she closed the palor after the client left?who was this client? Why was she even back from work?"I thought you had a client?" I asked, walking into the house with a deep frown.&n
CHAPTER 16Lucas POVSilence settled in the living room as we both tried to steady our harsh breathing, getting down from the high of the mind crushing orgasm we just had.Sydney took of her wig, exposing her short cornrows. She placed the wig on the sofa and rested on me. Her head was on my chest listening to my heart beating fast while I slowly trailed my hand through the space between each braid, loving the smell of coconut oil that seeped through my nose from her hair.Luckily Nepa brought the light just then. The standing fan which had not been turned off by Sydney when she left the house started blowing fast on usI wanted to ask her why she keeps forgetting to turn off the fan when she leaves the house for work, but I decided against it.
CHAPTER 17Celine's POVIrritated I glanced again at the black cherry deskclock on my bedside table. Richard my doctor and friend had not arrived yet even after I had called him several hours ago.Did he think I was making it up when I told him I woke up sick or was he just trying to pay back for the times he had warned me to take my rest seriously and I hadn't listened.Whatever the case, his absence was getting on my nerves and the consistent check up by my workers though for a good reason was adding to my building annoyance.I pulled the duvet over my head feeling intense fever starting to rake my body.This is why you don't put friends in places meant for professional, I thought.