Naomi’s POVAfter hiring a new bodyguard for Dean and getting him settled in school, I went over to Derrick’s. I couldn’t get any work done when I knew the threat hanging over my son’s head. It was all I had thought of throughout the night, and I decided to pay him a visit in the morning.Maybe Em was right. I had invested all I had here, and starting afresh wouldn’t make me achieve the life I wanted for Dean. Plus, I would return to square one, where I have no one alone. Also, the way Derrick had told me he missed his son, I doubt he would be too pleased when I suddenly disappeared with the said son. It all boiled down to one point: I had to work with Derrick to protect my son.As a writer, I’ve read many books that started with contract marriage, and they ended up falling for their selves, but I doubt ours would be like that. We were once married, and it had ended in divorce. So, the possibility of getting married again was close to zero. I would be careful and make sure to state al
Naomi’s POVI wasn’t expecting what I woke up to the next morning. Yes, I knew things were expected to change when I signed the contract. It was the norm in a relationship, even if it were fake. I hadn’t expected to see Derrick at the front of my door so early in the morning.I was just getting Dean ready for school; his bodyguard stood at the front of the door in case there was going to be another mysterious gift.When I heard the bell, my heart skipped a beat, thinking it was another crossed picture, but when I got there and saw Derrick with his luggage, my heart skipped for another reason.My gaze moved to the luggage in his hand, “What’s the meaning of this? Are you going somewhere?”He invited himself in while I trailed behind him. He settled his bag in the living room, took a bottle of cold water, and drank it before responding to my question. “I’ve decided to start living here.”“What!”I yelled before I could think. Dean ran into the living room scared, but when he saw Derrick,
Naomi’s P.O.V.It was a miracle that I hadn’t fainted from the event unfolding before me. Dean sat beside Derrick to have his breakfast; they both picked the same thing on their plates and ignored me like I didn’t exist in my own home. Derrick was stealing my son’s attention right under my nose.I smiled at Dean, “Dean, will you like some Capri-sun?”It was Dean’s favorite; there was no way he would reject it, and I was going to grab his attention again. I know it was childish, but I was jealous of his attention.Dean turned to Derrick, “Do you like Capri-sun, too.”I blinked at them in disbelief. He had never offered me his Capri-sun. Derrick smiled at him, “Of course, if Dean likes it, Uncle Derrick likes it, too.”Dean turned to me, “I’ll like two Capri-suns, mum.”And thus, I turned into their maid, serving them and clearing the table. Although Derrick offered to help, I refused. I didn’t want him to feel too comfortable in the house, but it seemed I was failing already.He offer
Derrick’s P.O.V.This smile on my face was permanent. I never knew it was this amazing to be a father. Today felt like the best day of my life, eating breakfast with my family and driving Dean to school. It was what I wanted to repeat every day of my life.My assistant took his position behind me, filling me in on things I had missed during my absence. I trusted that he could handle most of the work, so I wasn’t bothered about missing most.His voice shivered as he spoke, but I smiled at everything. I understand him. He’s human, and it’s easy to make mistakes; I let it go. I was going to correct the mistakes myself. After reading the report, he left my office. I sat at my desk and brought out my phone to stare at the picture I took with Dean on his way to school. If only Naomi were part of the picture, it would have been perfect, but this was still wallpaper-worthy on my phone. I changed the wallpaper and stared at the phone for a long time before dropping it.In the next few hours,
Naomi’s P.O.V.“Let’s play a game, mummy.” Dean’s voice floats around the room. Thankfully, I survived dinner without falling into Derrick’s hand. I had cleared the table, and Derrick had helped.“I think it’s time mummy work on her book.” I responded.He sat in the living room, and I was certain Derrick was with him. They were kind of inseparable now. “But mummy it’ll be fun. You can work on your book after we’re done.”I knew I wouldn’t win against Dean, so I gave in, “Fine. Let’s play this game.”I wiped my hand in the kitchen, and I was self-conscious of what I was wearing around Derrick, but I couldn’t go in to change now. I hadn’t expected Dean to be back so soon from work. When we were married, he usually came back at a late hour, and I was already getting used to that. I thought he would come late today, and I would have changed before he came back.They were both seated on the floor; I looked at them strangely, “Why are we sitting on the floor.”Dean beamed, “It’s for the gam
Derrick’s POVI found myself on the bed; when I looked up, Naomi was adjusting her shorts as she opened her door. Dean walked in with a wide smile. He didn’t suspect a thing.“Did you find it?”I groaned, wishing he was a bit busier before coming to ask about his spoon. “Sorry, Champ, we’re still looking for it.”I adjusted my trousers as I could feel my boner. What I needed at the moment was Naomi or cold water, but as it was, I knew I wasn’t going to get Naomi, so cold water it was.Dean smiled, running towards the edge of the bed. He brought out the spoon and laughed. “Look at this.”I shared a look with Naomi, but she looked away immediately. I knew she was still affected by whatever just happened between us. To me, it was a clue that she had feelings for me. If I worked on that, I could regain her trust and love. It was what I wanted.“Because nobody won, should we play another one?” Dean’s voice sounded excited.Naomi groaned, “No, baby. Mummy has to work now, and you need to do
Naomi’ POV“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to tell me first, instead of…” I waved, not wanting to finish my sentences. It had taken everything in me to stop him from having me raw. I wanted to pull him closer and get it done with, but I needed to stand my ground this time.I wouldn’t go back to acting like the Naomi he knew, and I don’t care if it was sheer stubbornness, but I was having a say in my life this time.He shrugged, still naked. I had to throw the duvet over him, and he cocked a brow, “I couldn’t resist my girlfriend masturbating to my name.”I frowned, “There’s something called privacy. It was part of our contract.”He pulled the duvet off him, and my eyes fell back to his cock. I groaned at his shamelessness. “Can you please put something on? I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”He smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. “It’s not my fault you can’t resist me. I already told you; this is all yours, you don’t have to be shy.”I held my robe, pick
Naomi’s P.O.V.My room was messy; I never knew I didn’t have any clothes good enough for a date. My clothes had always looked perfect to me until now. It didn’t help that Derrick was already dressed. He had also dressed Dean, and I was the one left delaying everything.I brought out the new dresses I had bought and sighed. This happens when you’re always indoors, busy with fictional characters. Now, I can’t magically make clothes appear out of nowhere. I needed to look good for her first date with Derrick.I picked up my phone and called Emily. Immediately, she picked up; I whispered yelled at her, “Emergency, Em.”“What happened?” her voice sounded urgent.I was ashamed to bother her with things like this when I was certain she had more urgent things to deal with. But this was equally important to me; I couldn’t mess up my first-ever date with Derrick with some ugly clothes. Derrick already looked too good in anything he wore. At least I needed to dress to look average beside him.“I