Writer's POV
She thought that life was unpredictable. And comical. The least things we expect, occur. Putting a stamp to the fact that, the only thing that is constant is change. That people change. Even the most rigid cold hearted person, could turn into a big softie, in a blink of an eye. Could soften at words that touched their hearts.
She couldn't believe all that had happened. It was too good to be true. Making her chest full with invisible bubbles. Confusing the shit out of her senses.
She heaved deeply, when she allowed her thoughts to flip over to Alex.
At first the almighty Alex, had cried over what she had been through. It was the last thing she expected from him of all people. He was a hard man. Nothing moved him. He could be the meanest person ever. Always making use of harsh and hurtful words on people, to hurt them. So as to chase them away from him. Even the beautiful woman, who wanted to be
Writer's POVMia knew that if she was in Alex's position, she would have defended herself. But that held no fact that, he had this dark mystery surrounding his person.But he save her.He saved her.And almost lost his life because of her. It was something no one would in his right mind do. But Alex had gone to charge at her captors, without even thinking that they were armed, while he was unarmed. That they could kill him. It was something no one would in his right mind do. Mia thought about this again.He wasn't scared that he was unarmed, yet he went to attack those men because of her. Not giving a care if he would sustain a bullet injury, or die.Mia wanted to think about the man he had killed, and how he dodged all those bullets like a mafia. But she couldn't anymore when her eyes raised themselves up at him. To see him quietly watching her different emotions on his face.She kept his phone on the bed and pulled him into a tight
Writer's POVSometimes it felt like a dream that she lived in such a massive mansion.she couldn't believe it. The house was so big, just like the one they used in acting that movie 'Coming To America' It was like she was in another world of her own. Like her life wasn't endangered, because she felt more safe there.Alex told her His grandad willed the house to him before he died. Which added a stamp to the fact that, his family was swimming in the ocean of wealth.How can just one man own such a huge house? It was insane. Mia wondered.She being so nosy, counted twenty-five bedrooms, four sitting rooms, three kitchen, two swimming pools, a football and a basketball court, a gym and staffs quarters.The Garage had hundreds of cars consisting of different models. Mia couldn't help but envy Alex, she thought that he was really blessed.It rained earlier and it was cold outside, the sky which had been dark and gloomy was now brig
Writer's POVShe had a terrible dream about Alex again. This time he was shot dead by Tunde Ibrahim, here in Houston, Galveston. The dream felt too real that when she woke up, she was sweating profusely and had tears on her cheeks. She had been crying while having the dream.After washing her face, she decided to head straight to Alex's room to go see him. She was feeling so sick on the inside, that she felt if could see his face, see that he was fine, she would feel better.Mia knocked on Alex's door. There wasn't any response at first. It looked like he was still asleep. She waited for sometime, then knocked on his door again. Wondering if he was really inside. Because he had mentioned on the previous night that he was off to somewhere. What if he hadn't returned in the night? Was he okay? Where was he? She wondered.Many uneasy thoughts began racing through her mind. Making her unsettled.
MiaLetting my mind go through the memory lane of how it all started with Alex, was making me feel really uncomfortable. Because after everything, he had brought a dress for me, carried me on his bike, too me out on a date, kissed me in the rain, made me feel special, and stayed with me till the next morning. Because I had a bad dream.I was so happy, that I was inlove him, and he too had feelings for me. I couldn't have wished for more. Because Alex was everything any woman would want in a man. He was handsome, caring in his own way. And would go out of his way to protect the ones that mattered to him. To the extent of risking his own life. That was what even pulled me closer to him. Because he had made himself my saviour since day one. Took me in to live with him, when Tunde Ibrahim sent his man to come end my life.First of all, he saved me when I was at the verge of giving up. After Tunde Ibrahim had sent hi
MiaDejá vu was the word that popped in my head when my eyes lazily fluttered open, just in time to catch a pair of honey brown eyes, accompanied with long lashes, watching me cautiously with sadness and concern.It was no other person than Alex. And that marked the third time something like that occurred.First was at the hospital, after the bullet was operated. I had woken up and caught him looking at me, with his face devoid of emotions. We weren't acquainted with each other at that time, so I was pissed on that day.Second was when Tunde Ibrahim's men had come to abduct me and in the process, drugged me that I lost conciousness. I didn't know how he had sensed that something terrible was ongoing, but when I woke up hours later, his eyes were the first thing mine registered and I was at the hospital.And now, I woke up to his eyes after I had lost conciousness due to starving my self off food and personal hygiene. So
Chapter fourthyMiaWhen I flicked my eyes opened hours later, I didn't see Alex. It was already morning and it felt like all that just happened was a dream. Like Alex appeared in my dream. But I was fully aware that it wasn't. Alex really came. He was informed about my condition and came back to Gavelston to check up on me at the hospital. Abandoning what ever he was occupied with, in Nigeria.Something which added a stamp to the fact that, I was still quite important to him. That he didn't completely hate me, despite everything I had put him through.I sat up right, and saw that I was still on drip. A much bigger one this time. With the pains less severe than it was when I had first woken up.I stared at the door longingly, wondering if Alex had gone or he was still around. Because I wanted to see him again. Earlier when I saw him, I couldn't stay awake that much to talk to him. We still had a lot of talking to do.Decision
MiaI bit down on my buttom lip out of frustration, because I was restless. It felt like things were taking a sullen turn in my life, and would end bad. The one man who I had seen as my savior, was looking really vulnerable and stressed out. Like he was fed up with everything that was ongoing at the moment.I wouldn't blame him, though. I knew since I didn't come into his life, he was okay. Though he was cold and grumpy, but he was at peace. But then, he took me in and everything about his life changed. From saving me on several occasions, to loosing his security guard, and almost getting killed in the process of trying to save me.Right at that moment, the door was being jerked open, and Alex made his way in. Looking much tired and stressed out than how I had seen him last night. But he still had the same outfit on.My heart fluttered in my chest, because he stayed. He didn't go.
Charles.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 yelling at my mom to get anyway from her.It hurt so much that she was being treated this way.Lolita on the other hand, was staring at me in shock. S