Suprise

That's how it all started.

In the next few weeks, he was on my heels, trying to get me to have dinner with him. At first, I was skeptical about going in too deep into something that had doubts from the start. My new friends told me grew a seed of doubt in my heart.

They say love is blind, and I can attest to that. James wooing me was amazing. It felt heavenly. My heart could skip each time he came to pick me up at the dormitories gate. I was the envy of most girls in college. Those that knew him saw me as another project on his list. That didn't bother me at all.

All I wanted was to be in love and enjoy my life. I don't know what he thought about me at first, but I knew for sure he also felt something for me. I could tell from the way he looked at me. He was always glued to me each time he saw me.

During the few times we went out to dinner, he would hug me when he took me back to the dormitories. I could always feel his fast-beating heart hugging him. It was the most beautiful time for me. I could feel and see his lust for me in his eyes.

In two months, he had asked me to be his girlfriend. I didn't take time to think because I was sure about my feelings. I wanted to be with him as well. Being his girlfriend meant he was beginning to see me as someone more than just a project, as others would call it. I wanted more. Having been raised in the provincial area, marriage was the next thing in mind.

I hoped to be married to him someday.

Six months into relationship with him, I had access to his apartment and could come to him whenever I wanted. I most would call him to come to pick me up. I would stay with him in his apartment over the weekend and enjoy ourselves to the maximum. This time we would watch movies go out driving all-round the city. Visit his friends and sometimes just stay indoors.

The Watsons were very wealthy and known all over the city. Their son James Watson was the black sheep of the family. He was a playboy at least that is what people said outside. I didn't see any of that. To me, he was a perfect man and intelligent.

Though he liked partying, he would assist his family in the business. He would sometimes visit his parent's home, but most of the time, he would stay in his apartment in the City Centre. There is something that I noticed, though. Each time he went to see his parents, he would come back angry and upset.

I didn't know what to do to console him. Sometimes I would ask what was wrong, and the words that came out of his mouth would be shocking.

He would sometimes say

"Stay out of business" Sometimes, he would push me out of his way and lock himself in his room. Most of this time, I would sit by myself in the living room and watch a movie or wait for him to calm down. Over time he would acknowledge my presence and say something about what happened at home.

I had a class on Thursday morning, but it was canceled due to unavoidable circumstances in the university. So, I had the whole day to myself. I didn't want to stay in the dormitories for a whole day. Stacy was becoming too much to handle. She wanted me to introduce her to one of James' friends. Tony. But I thought she was bad news. I didn't want to bring myself the trouble. I would always dodge her or tell her to approach him herself. Relationships are sensitive; it's best to do it yourself. If things go south, you will not blame anyone.

I didn't call James; I wanted to surprise him. I had the key to his apartment. Being a full-time student, I would only be with him in the evening or weekend. We had plans for the coming weekend, but the unexpected cancellation of classes was an opportunity to spend time with him.

I got out of the dormitories and boarded the awaiting Uber I had booked. I sat at the back and scrolled through my photos with James, giving the driver the address. We were a beautiful couple. Though I was not as attractive as others around him. I found myself good-looking.

I entered the building outside of the apartment building, went through the security, and signed my name on the book. I noticed someone had also gone to the same apartment number I was going to. I didn't think much of it and returned the pen to the security guard and smiled at him.

I always found them exciting and sometimes chatted with them more. This time, one of the male security men was hesitant, but he wanted to say something. In the end, he shook his head and told me nothing. I bid them goodbye, went straight to the elevator, and picked the floor I intended to go to.

On the way to James' place, I had stopped the Uber and picked groceries to make him dinner. Placing the bags on my hand down on the floor, I rampaged my bag and found the key to the door. I didn't bother to press the bell and opened it directly.

I entered the living room, but there was no sign of James. The TV was on, and a piece of beautiful music was playing on the screen. I laughed to myself, thinking probably he was asleep. I went to the kitchen and dropped the items on the counter, and went to the bedroom to look for him.

I didn't knock on the door and pushed it open…