My heart skipped, as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I had been startled greatly, as the sound resonated through the microphone. The eyes of the broadcast crew were all on me, with a look worth a thousand questions.
It had been yet another wonderful broadcast until that call came.
“So in essence, women are the prize to be won, and will always remain the prize in the relationship,” I had been proudly asserting into the microphone in front of me, how I thought women were more important in a relationship
The fact that I knew that were millions of people listening to every single word I shot out of my mouth, gave me a feeling unimaginable and unexplainable.
“Wow… that's quite an audacious thing to say, if you ask me,” Janice, the host, was still teetering from my previous statement.
“Audacious, yeah, but that's the truth,” I asserted. “If your man is not, head-over-heels crazy over you, you are bound to be in one of the most miserable relationships ever.”
“Hmm…” Janice hummed with a slight nod. “Well, I can't wait to see what our listeners will have to say about this.”
“I know countless people will call me a manipulative narcissist for this, but it remains the truth no matter what.” I was silently enjoying every single second of the moment.
There was something about those ‘wow’ moments that caused stirs online, that I couldn't get enough of. My instincts sparked up just when such moments were about to happen.
“But the guy... isn't he supposed to have a life too? A life that's for himself and not just about his girl?” Maye, the talkative co-host asked, staring at me with her judging eyes.
“He can't have a life without you in it,” I replied cockily, not changing my stance. “If he has a life besides you, then your relationship is at stake…”
“But that's simply blind obsession…” Janice retorted.
“But that's the kind of love that you need, to keep your man,” I replied with a smile, which I was sure they found annoying. “You have to be on his mind every minute of the day.”
“Even when he's pursuing a thousand and one ambitions?” Maye asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“You should be one of his biggest motivations to get better at everything he does. While he's working, while he's working out, while he's staying healthy, while he's doing everything that men do, you should always have a—”
That was when the phone buzzed.
I got that they hated me already, but then the arrogance of carrying my phone into the booth would make them hate me even more.
But I couldn't care less. They were the ones that needed me and not the other way around. At the height of my arrogance, I took out my phone to see who it could have been.
“See…” I was filled with a warm feeling, as I noted that it was Randy, my boyfriend, calling me. “Your man had to obsess over you, and that's what makes you a woman. You need to learn how to do that…”
“Don't pick up the call…” Janice whispered to me, but I wasn't paying attention, as I was bent on proving what I had been saying for the past couple of moments.
“Hello, Randy,” I said, putting the phone up to my ears. “Don't tell me that you missed me that much that you had to call while I'm on a—”
“Tamika… I need to tell you something,” Randy cut in, sounding as though he were under several tons of pressure. “I just can't hide it anymore.”
“Oh… okay,” I said, taking a glance at the angry faces of the crew members starting at me. “Go on.” My heart was brimming with anticipation, as I expected him to say something sweet to prove all my words right.
“The thing is that, Tamika,” his struggle to speak had me a bit worried. “I can't go on with this.”
“Go on with what?” I asked, my heart was now racing frightfully. Why the heck was Randy suddenly sounding so strange?
“With ‘us’…” he stuttered. “I just can't put up with you, anymore.”
My phone was about to slip off my hands. “What?”
“You claim to be a relationship professional, but you still couldn't read all the signs?” his tone suddenly went from calm and persuasive to angry and persuasive. “Well, don't come along long for me. It's over.”
“But Randy—” he hung up before I could get a word out in my defense. My body suddenly grew cold, as my palms became sweaty.
The whole broadcast crew had their jaws dropping to the floor, as they watched me battling to hold my phone in my shaking hand.
Had Randy been trying to prank me or what? I couldn't keep the tears from flowing out of my eyes. Not only had my heart been broken, I had been disgraced and embarrassed in front of the whole world.
“I apologize to our listeners…” Janice stuttered into the microphone, as she tried to bring the show to an urgent close. “We'll be back shortly…”
With that, I stormed out of the booth in tears, as my career had taken the biggest hit it was ever going to take. Why on earth had I to take my phone with me? Even worse, why had I answered that call?
I made for the bathroom and locked the door behind me. The building was filled with the sound of loud chatters and murmurs about what just happened.
Tamika Fisher's career had just been ended most unimaginably. Who would believe anything I had to say if I couldn't keep my relationship in order?
“Pick up… please…” I whispered, in hot tears, as I dialed Randy's number. But he kept ignoring it. I was shaking all over, as the thing that I had feared the most was happening to me.
“You can't do this to me, Randy…” I wanted to believe that it was all some prank and that he would call back to apologize.
Maybe… but then, my reputation had been wrecked beyond repair. Several calls and texts of withdrawal began coming from my sponsors. It was all crashing too fast for me to keep up.
Suddenly, a text came in from Randy. I opened expectantly, but then the words had my knees weakening rapidly. Soon enough, my legs were too shaky to keep my body standing.
I fell to the floor and felt myself fading, as I wondered, how could a man so loving, suddenly turn to become so heartless? What had I done?
“What the hell were you thinking?” Julia inquired as she paced up and down the living room. Being my manager and best friend, my impulsive act had affected her the most.I sat hopelessly on the floor, with my phone in my quivering hands. My tears had dried, and I had grown weary of crying. “Why did you even have your phone on you in the first place?” Julia was furious, even though she felt my grief. “I get that you were trying to prove a point, but you didn't have to go that—”Her phone rang suddenly, cutting her short, and giving me a chance to recover from the constant verbal hammering I was getting from her. She stepped out of the room, to take the call, leaving me all alone with my thoughts of heartbreak and regret. I took up my phone to take one last look at the text which had me shattered.“I'm deeply sorry that it had to end this way between us,” the text read, “but I just can't stand the sight of you anymore. I had been keeping it all this while just so I wouldn't hurt your
“No…” I let out suddenly, as I woke from a long nightmare where I had gotten in bed with a total stranger. In the naughty dream, we had a long steamy session together after he took me from the bar to the room, where we finally had at it. “No…!” I covered my mouth immediately I screamed, as I realized that my nightmare was actually happening to me. The same man I had seen in my dreams was lying beside me, sleeping peacefully. My terror was just beginning as I looked below the covers to see my body bare and naked. I didn't need a fortune-teller to tell me what had happened when my eyes caught sight of my gown and my panties littered on the floor alongside a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. It almost felt like I was staring at a crime scene, except that I was part of the scene. Everything suddenly began playing back in my hazy mind. “Damn it…” I had made the second blunder in the same day. Giving myself so cheaply to the man lying beside me, after ending my career in the mo
“Your stupid relationship advice turned my girl into a bitch,” he snapped at me, “And I finally have the chance to take out my revenge on you.”I was tongue-tied, yet again, as I recalled the story of the young billionaire who had gotten dumped by his girlfriend on the night that he tried to propose to her.The incident had gone viral almost immediately it happened a year ago, and it had been the talk of the whole city of Vegas. I could recall the comments I had made, which had clearly mocked the man who had been brutally turned down.If only I knew I would wind up with the man in the present moment, I would have commented much differently back then. But it was too late.“What do you want? Please…” I had to beg, as it wasn't something that money could take away. “Just say it.” I was desperate to save what was left of my reputation.He stared at with those cold, brown eyes, which I had thought to be cute when I looked into them for the first time at the bar. But then, his stare was not
“That wretch…” I impatiently counted the seconds, as I waited for my men to return with my soon-to-be wife. Amusing, how she thought that she could outsmart me that easily.I relapsed in my sofa, staring at the screen of my phone to track the movement of the tracking device I had put on her while she had been asleep.My mind reverted to the drunken one-night stand. I was beyond surprised when I found out that the drunk lady that I had taken up to my room had been Tamika Fisher, the relationship specialist.“Sir, Stuart and the men have arrived,” Taylor, my personal assistant and aide, said to me from behind the sofa.“Tell them to put her in one of the secure guest rooms and lock the door,” I ordered, putting the phone aside, as I prepared a speech for her. “No beatings or rough handling.”“Yes, sir,” Taylor replied, as he scurried avidly out of the living room.I wanted to get the contract signing over with, as soon as I could do, I could face even more pressing matters. A lot of thi
Two years?Two years of my life seemed so long, looking at those papers. My hands were shaking badly, as I held the pen. I tried my best to keep my tears from soiling the papers but to no avail. “Get on with it already!” Dolph yelled harshly, and impatiently, at me. “You're going to drench the entire contract with tears.” “Alright!” I snapped back at him impulsively. “I'm sorry… I'm just having quite a moment…”“Well, we don't have all day. We also have a wedding to prepare for, and a comeback to plan for.” Dolph retorted with a fierce look in his eyes that made it clear that he wasn't going to let me go anytime soon. I had indeed fallen into a trap. My hands scribbled my signatures immediately on the papers, and handed it right back to him, then dried my tears immediately. I wanted to build my resolve and face the consequences of my actions. “Wipe your tears, sweetheart,” he said, snatching the contract away from my hands. “We have just two years to go…” It was hard holding back
“She tried killing herself…” Taylor’s seemed like a lie to me at that point.“Mr. Martin, I’ll have to call you back…” I said, hanging up before my father could get a reply. My feet hurried after Taylor who was already running out of the room, showing just how serious it was. “Right this way sir…” Taylor said, as though I didn’t know where the room was. “That bitch…” I muttered under my breath, as I wondered what stunt she had tried to pull off that time around. In an instant, I got to the door of the room which was wide open, with two of my men standing by it. The sight before me was nothing short of laughable. “What the heck is this?” I asked, as I kept my eyes on Tamika who was standing on a stool, trying to hang herself with a piece of clothing that she had tied to the chandelier up above. “I told you I would help you get your career back, but I never remembered you showing any interest in theatrics.”“Stand back!” Tamika yelled at me. “That's what she has been screaming ever
The ride to wherever we were going was quiet. Even with the cozy air conditioning in the vehicle, the air between Dolph and I was stifling and sultry. It was almost feeling like I was being suffocated by his presence. We were seated in the backseat, with two of his men in front. They were always clothed in black suits with shades that made them look nothing short of emotionless. “So… where are you taking me?” I finally mustered the courage to ask the pressing question and break the long-standing silence. I turned to Dolph who had his gaze on the view outside the car. “Could you make this seem less like an abduction and tell me exactly where we are going?”“We are going somewhere, where we are sure that the media won’t miss you and I together.” Dolph, most definitely, wasn’t a fan of giving direct answers to my questions. “We are about to create some of the biggest stirs online at Caesar’s place.”“What?” I was finally making sense of why he had been so selective about my dressing for
“What the heck is he doing here?” I questioned myself out loud, as I wondered why everything had to be happening at that moment when I was about making my grand reappearance to the public. Did there have to be a touch of drama to whatever I did?“Who’s he?” Dolph turned, asking with a frown. The first display of protectiveness from him was both cute and scary at the same time. He looked like a lion guarding his territory from an intruding hyena. And a hyena was all I imagined whenever I thought of Randy. All he had done was to leverage on my fame and status to get himself a new girl after he had gotten tired of me. He was a real jerk and more. Why was he suddenly beckoning in me?I couldn’t care less about that. At the moment, I wanted to make him as jealous as I could, as I clung tightly to Michael’s arm. “That’s my stupid ex…” I replied Dolph, holding his arm. “Let’s continue, he’s not important.”With that, I was hoping that Randy would be sensible enough not to pursue me any furt