Writer's POV
She let out a yawn, then carried on. "You can do all these, when you stop giving access to your past, to hunt you. We are in the present, whatever made you this cold and frigid, is in the past. And should be kept in the past." She took a slow, careful breath. Looking like she wanted to loose conciousness."I want to know more about you." Were the last words she told him, before she fell asleep.
Mia woke up and saw Alex buckling her seat belt in the car. "You smell so clean, and good. Like rich fresh lemons." She couldn't help telling him those words.
Then she fell back into her sleep.
After that, she barfed on him when he carried her into his car. Before returning back to sleep. Apparently, this made him so pissed.
Writer's POV She flicked her one eye open, at the sound of the vexatious alarm clock. Then returned back to sleep. Wondering who the hell put the Alarm clock out. It felt like some one was hitting her head with a hammer, because she was having an heart shattering migraine. "Fuck!" Mia hissed, and then let out a moan that sounded muffled against the pillow she had her face on. When she completely flicked her eyes open, she was nearly blinded by the harsh aggressive sunlight which, shone through her windows. Who the fuck put the curtains out this time!? She wondered Groaning, she pressed her face tight into her pillow, but she couldnt return back to sleep. It felt like she was beaten thoroughly. Her head and eyes hurt. Shit. She hissed It hurt even to think. Her mouth felt dry, and she could taste the grossness in her tongue. She was having a morning stink ass breath. That even with her mout
Writer's POVThe night he, Alex had found her in the bush at the side of the road, and had saved her.Hearing all these made me clenched his fists, because he felt the strong urge to punch something, or someone.Mia finished with tears streaming down her cheeks.And she watched how Alex grew still, breathing heavily.Hearing all what she had been through made his blood boil. He wondered how could such a young and innocent woman suffer this much? And they were still looking for her to take her life.Alex was angry, mad and furious that if he could lay his hands on those men, including her boss, he would be charged for murder.He couldn't breath, he wanted to kill them all with his bare hands. To make them suffer like she did.He wanted to beat someone to pulp. He wanted to kill someone so badly that he was finding it difficult to breath.His body was vibrating from rage, making his teeth to chatter inside his mouth.
Writer's POV"You hurt yourself." Mia said as she disengage herself from the hug and took hold of his bleeding hand in hers."Its nothing." He replied nonchalantly, letting out a small shrug."No, you're bleeding." She persisted, worried."Do you have First Aid kit?" She questioned as she stared up at him with concern laced in her big wide eyes. Eyes that had seen so much, to Alex.Mia was really worried that Alex was bleeding. She wanted to do something to help him."No." Alex replied to her question. Although, there was First Aid kit. He had it somewhere around the house. But he just wanted to see what she would do.Because she was acting all caring.He badly wanted to kiss her that moment that he couldn't breath. She was just so beautiful and innocent, so pure and natural. To him."I'll go get-""Mia?" Alex called softly."Yes?" She replied, then tipped her head up to stare at him. He
MiaFlashbackI kissed him back, and his hands moved to my back, and stroked lightly.He broke the kiss, winked at me, then he climbed on the bike.While me on the other hand, was panting deeply. What he just did was so sweet and unexpected.I could feel my smile huge on my face."You're going to hold unto me." He threw a backwards glance at me, when he said this.I nodded, kept the helmet properly on my head, then held unto his waist with my hands.I felt his body stiffened a little at this, and I smiled inwardly. Glad that a few touches from me, could affect him as well.It was obvious I had effect on me, the way he had effect on me. We shared mutual feelings.I smiled inwardly, feeling giddy on the inside. Almost forgetting that someone was after my life. And that person was roaming freely on the roads of Lagos.I gulped and then decided not to think about Tunde Ibrahi
BoluThunder growled and clapped heavily in th sky, which indicated that there was going to be a heavy down pour of rain. Even the clouds were getting dark and gloomy, creating a picture that was quite pleasing to the eyes.I looked away from the glass windows, and casted my eyes to the people moving to and fro, rolling their carts and getting the stuffs they wanted from shelves and trolleys.I rested my gaze on the kids who were running about happily. And then placed my own hand on my stomach, in attempt of feeling the baby there.I was at the mall, getting the things I would be needing for the rest of the week.Over the past few days, I was enjoying more of being in the open, and staring at people. Watching from afar with my dark shades on, taking in details of what they were going about with. It was what I always found myself doing. And it was obvious it was the baby ma
CharlesFlashback.A lady came to the police station to report that she was being beaten terribly by her boyfriend. Max who was too occupied with paperwork's, told me to attend to the lady when she came into our office with her wailing infant. I raised my head up, to take a look at her. And then got the shock of my life. Because the lady was Lolita.Her face had been beaten swollen to pulp, with her eyes almost covered. She had bruises all over her body. With her clothes torn into rags.On seeing her like that, made my blood boil and I wanted so badly to beat the motherfucker till he loose consciousness.How dare him? How dare him hit her like that? Was he insane? During the time she was living with me, I never for once laid a hand on her. Not even when she pissed me off, by ye
Writer's POVShe could still remember how she had met him. Everything was still so fresh to her. So instead of dwelling in thoughts of how he had acted, she decided to think about everything all over again.She stepped into the hotel of Rachel Okafor on that evening, and halted on her tracks when she saw how grand the hotel was. She couldn't help admiring lthe hotel's exquisiteness. It was very huge, captivating, breathtaking and looked nothing like a Nigerian but those hotels in foreign countries.The atmosphere had this cool aura and smelt of rich roses. The garaged couldn't contain the numerous expensive looking cars, and wealthy-looking people were emerging from those cars.All the men were clad in black tuxedos while the women were dressed in black gowns.Mia stood on her ground, wondering how the owner of the hotel knew such wealthy and good looking people.Well, tho
Writer's POVThen on that night, on her way out of the eatery she had gone to her dinner, she got kidnapped by Tunde Ibrahim and his men. hot and her unconscious body which her kidnappers thought had given up the ghost, was dumped in a bush.However, she was rescued by someone who hurriedly took her to the hospital.There, the bullet was being operated out of her chest. And was being treated. The doctors and nurses thought that it was a miracle she survived a gunshot on the chest.And on the third day, she finally woke up.When she flicked her eyes opened hours later, she found a young man watching her. He was sitted on a chair close to the edge of her bed. Looking extremely rich, uneased and unmercifully viciously beautiful. His intimidating eyes, were the kind that could make ones heart skip a bit, when they landed at the person. He had thick brows and very long lashes, which Mia thought would make it difficult for him to scan things clearly. His