STATUS: SUPER FRENZY
"What on earth is this called from where you come from, "Pancake or Cake pan". Greg roared at the top of his voice, it was pretty obvious that he was more than pissed off.
It's been three days since we got married or should I say forced to the altar and that has been the most horrible moments of my life.
Greg stood in all his 6 feets glory height and looked down at me horribly expecting me to say something while I wished for a miracle of disappearance to happen.
My tongues were suddenly heavy, my eyes wide open as I could not find the right words to say.
My mother had always been the one to pacify me ?when I get my panic attack and this always happen when anyone shouts at me.
The last I had was when I argued with my father and refused to get married to a stranger that I didn't even know his origin. He was so pissed off at the fact that I didn't listen to him that he forgot all about my panic attack and screamed right into my face. Mother wasn't there to help me so I had to face the music myself and face the reality, I composed myself and kept on refusing till he told me he'll disown me if I don't get married to Greg.
I ended up agreeing because of mother, I was their only child and I couldn't afford to see tears in my mother's eyes, so I agreed to all this and got married to Greg.
I knew Greg was an arrogant, mad and selfish man after he said it right to my face that he'll never acknowledge me as a wife not even after marriage. He might be handsome with a chiseled nose, dimple and blue eyes; which is not common in this country. But he's very arrogant and I don't like him one bit.
I have to put up with this until I'm able to face him one day and tell him about a deal that I've been cooking up in my big head for months.
"Oh God" he groaned and I had to wonder what I did again.
"Are you deaf or has cat got your tongue?"
"I'm s-orry" I said quietly
He looked at me pitifully and didn't know what to say for a while.
"Do you even know how to cook?" He asked gently and I nodded negatively. As I said earlier, these past three days has been horrible, not only due to the fact that I married Greg but also because of the responsibilities I had to put up with.
I grew up in my father's empire as a little princess and when I got to the age where I was supposed to start learning the basic thing, my father sent me abroad for my university education.
I graduated from Loyola University in Canada and two days after, I was greeted with marriage proposal—In short, my life has been planned.
"Don't even go near my kitchen again, I don't want to see you there ever again" he warned and I nodded.
"Are you from a lineage of Agama Lizard?, cos all you've been doing is nodding your head" he complained and I groaned inwardly.
"So, what will you eat if I stop cooking?" He looked at me questionably
"What are you even saying?, you tried cooking water for noodles yesterday and for the first time in years, I had to fear for my life. You cooking or not doesn't make a difference. Stop cooking, please"
"Okay, I'll stop."
He didn't bother saying anything else as he proceed to pick up his car keys and made his way out of the house. I groaned loudly and started nagging as I packed the food from the table and went into the kitchen to clean up.
I picked a broom and packed up the mess that Greg made on the floor, that man is so hot tempered.
He's a fine, young gentleman, Pearl. You'll love him. I could remember my father's word and I shake my head at the painful thought. "You can't judge a book by it's cover, father" I muttered under my breath.
I quickly ran into my room to take a shower before going to work.
After the day's work and feeling all tired and exhausted, I dragged my lazy feet to my friend's office downstairs.
She looked up from her desk when I entered her office. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Her face was ashen, as if she'd seen a ghost.
"What sort of question is that?" I asked. "Don't you want me in your office?" I was taken aback. We had always welcomed each other's company.
"No sorry. It's not like I don't want you here., What I mean is, what are you doing at the office? You're not supposed to come to work today. You just got married last Saturday, and here you are at work on Monday. What of the honeymoon, moon honey or whatever?" Her hands flew up. "I mean, who does that?"
I pulled the chair from under the desk and sat down even if I wasn't offered a chair.
"Now, explain to me, what's going on, " she said.
I knew she wouldn't give up without me giving her a proper explanation, so I told her the lie I had concocted after deciding to go to work today.
"We were about to go on the honeymoon yesterday when my husband got an emergency call from the hospital telling him that the guy he did surgery on was having multiple seizures, so we decided to call it quits and have the honey moon here in Nigeria. And moreover, how many Nigerians go for their honeymoon outside the country?" ?She is not the first victim to fall for that lie; though, she's the fifth, and I believed more were on the way.
"Hon that's pathetic though, I know it's hard for you, OK but I also know you'll be fine." She ?said with the prettiest smile on her face.
"it's twenty minutes past four o'4'o clock already., Let's get going so I can drop you off. Or did you bring your car?"
"Yes, I did. Thanks for the offer ma'am but it is not needed"
"See your life. I'm only trying to help you here"
I stuck my tongue out at her as we made our way out of the office building. I got home to realize that Greg wasn't in which I'm grateful for, I changed and went downstairs into the kitchen contemplating on the simplest thing that I could handle on my own. I took a pen and a book and was writing them down when I heard footsteps behind me, I looked back and to my greatest horror, it was Greg looking at me murderously.
I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary.
Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status
Frenzy(easy to write)
Cranky( not easy)
Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is.
This is imperfection, the first trilogy.
STATUS: FRENZYGreg’s POVI walked into the kitchen to see Pearl writing something furiously on a paper and crossing it out. I'm not sure of what she was writing but the moment she turned back looking at me with so much fear in her eyes, I realized what she was up to.I don't even know the reason why I'm in this thing called marriage. I never imagined myself getting married not to talk of getting married to a girl called Pearl. I never liked her for once before marriage and I still don't like her a bit, we met once in New Orleans when she attended a friend's wedding, I was related to the groom and she knew the bride from her secondary school days. I was so surprised at her attitude that day that I ended up promising myself never to end up with a girl like that even if the world is full of apes and the two of us are the only humans. She has no respect for principles whatsoever, she's a high class spoilt brat, no manners, no
FRENZYPearl’s POVI was at work that Thursday afternoon, a week after our marriage, when my daddy called me to come see him at his office that was only a few blocks away. His office is in Lekki while mine is not far from there. I quickly left my office after taking permission from my boss."Hey daddy, you called me" I said immediately I entered his office"Yes, sit down" he looked up from the document that he was working on."Your secretary isn't around, she went out?""Yes, she ran away immediately she heard you were on your way here" I looked at him questionably"You're joking, right?""Of course, you should know I am. You guys might not be on good terms but that doesn't mean she'll run away" he stood up from his seat and went to bring out two envelopes from the drawer at the other side of the room
STATUS: CRANKYGREG'S POV"We need to make new rules for things to be in order, i mean right order" I said looking around for a pen and a book."What are you looking for?" Pearl inquired"Pen and a book to write down the rules""Are you really serious about the new rules of a thing?" She opened her bag to retrieve a pen and a book and proceed to push them towards me.I collected the materials and opened the note to start writing"I give you the permission to say the rule" she paused a little and look at me plausibly. "Before we start talking about the rules, let's solve a crucial issue at hand, we need legal documents on the proposal. We need to get our signature down to confirm what we said today so none of us will back out of the deal in six months times" I nodded in agreement"Maybe I'll call my l
STATUS: FRENZYPearl's POVI stopped gazing and looking at the tall building right in front of me, thinking if I should go in or not. The name Anderson Hospital stood magnificently in front of the building.The reason why I'm here is a long story which is for another day. I was still contemplating if I should go in or not when a phone call came in from my boss. I picked the call reluctantly and put on my earphone while trying to remove the seat belt from my body."Sir?" I slurred"Are you there already?" He asked"If I'm there, the MD would have called you" I could sworn I heard him curse under his breath from the other side of the line."You know you have a lot of attitude issues, right?, just go in and seal this deal with that hospital. They are becoming a major man now these days. The company needs this deal and so does your father in law" he emphasized on th
SUPER CRANKYGREG'S POVI took a deep breath as I watch the silence linger around us for more than thirty minutes, I was not talking and so also was the two people here with me.I got a call from Daniel, my lawyer, that he was on his way to my house about an hour ago and the reason why we all are silent now is due to the fact that we need a witness for this proposal. We were all thinking about the friend we can call to stand as a witness. I know Pearl can't have any friend outside her circus of rich and spoilt brats.As for me, Daniel is the only friend I have outside the Upper class circle. He is from a middle class family, I met him when I was still in secondary school, he had won a scholarship from one of the foundations created by my father. He had considered himself lucky then while we all looked at him as the golden boy. Few years later, we are sitting facing each other in my living
STATUS: FRENZY AND COOLPearl's POV"Pearl, meet Natasha, my Girlfriend" Greg spewed the rubbish he called words out of his mouth and I couldn't help but wonder if this guy still has brains left in that skull of his."Like I give a damn" I looked at them looking at me with surprise. We had promised to live as strangers, why bother me with his life issues?.I went up to my room and screamed into my pillow.Of all girls, why Natasha Collins. I've hated that girl since like forever, we both went to the same secondary school together and we were even roomies. The hatred we had was right from home and I love the fact that I hate her. She was the Mrs goody two shoes, always doing things as if she was the best woman in this whole wide world. Her existence is choking me and I feel like dying anytime I see her. She tormented the life out of me in secondary school, callin
FRENKYPearl's POV"Declare a war on her, let her know her place for the first time in your lives" She repeated as I tried to comprehend whatever it was she meant."Are you for real?, you know I don't do things like that. Why will I declare a war on a human just like me. I'm not good in that aspect, let God take control of everything" I heaved a sign showing that I'm fed up with her and her mentality."Girlfriend, God won't come down and take charge, let God use you this time. Seriously, it's annoying. The first time, it was your boyfriend and now your husband and all you'll do is sit there and don't even show a bit sign of caring""It's not like I care, moreover Greg is more like a stranger to me than a husband" I proclaimed"More reason why you should do this, you're not doing it to get Greg to like you or see you in a different way. All you want is to show N
FRENZYThe show took place at Landmark Event Centre which emitted Natasha's pink light in an umbrella-like shape on the night of the show. With over 1, 500 attendees, it was obvious that the event was a good start for Natasha.The tone of Natasha's show was Red and blue. Guests were invited to pose for photos and followed by a tiny bit of refreshments before they could resume taking pictures with their friends and fellow celebrities. This reminded me of the Victoria Secret's fashion show that I had to attend when I was out of the country for Nash. She was a model under Victoria Secret for years before she decided to come back to Nigeria to make a career of her own.On every seat was a packet of cards on the six themes of the show and portraits of the models, known as angels, just like that of Victoria secret. She even included a bit of the African culture into her themes which made the event more creati