Married To Mr Popular
(Rude and grumpy)
By: Faith Lucky.
“Have you tried using s3x?” She added in a whisper and I flinched.
My eyes dilated in dismay. What the hell did she just say?
“S…S3x?’ I stuttered.
“Of course, Bethel. If you try using it on him, I’m sure it’ll soften his heart and make him forgive you. He might actually end up being the one to beg you” she paused and laughed, while it just sounded ridiculous to me.
“S3x is the weak point of most men, Bethel” she continued.
“And it might probably be his as well. It drives them nut and they find it pretty hard to resist. So, maybe you should try it out”.
I scoffed and blinked rapidly.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t use that on him” I stated.
“Huh? But why?” She inquired and I sighed.
“You know what? Never mind. Thanks a lot for your time; I really appreciate”.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine please. I’ll just be on my way now” I said hurriedly with a smile and finally left.
I heaved a huge sigh of relief as I left the class.
Gosh! That was unbelievable. How one earth does she expect me to seduce Ryan? Something I couldn’t even do when mum had threatened me.
I shook my head and as I got into my ride and the driver took off immediately.
I placed my head on my chin and kept thinking. How else will I apologize to Ryan? How do I get his forgiveness? Why’s that boy being so stubborn and hard hearted. No wonder Hannah had warned me to avoid getting on his bad side.
My phone started ringing and I checked and discovered it was Jackson calling. What the heck? Why’s he calling me?
I ended the call immediately – angrily. He’s the reason I’m in this mess and he’s trying to call me. I wonder why he had to kiss me that night.
I rolled my eyes and stared through the window. He started calling again and this time around, I switched off the phone. I was so mad at him and really didn’t want to talk to him at that moment.
What if he gets me into more trouble with Ryan?
We finally got home and the driver drove through the gate and headed for the parking lot to park.
As he did, I looked through the window and saw something stunning.
I saw Ryan by the pool with some…people – boys and girls. They looked familiar and seemed to be celebrities as well.
They were sitting by the pool, drinking and making merriment. A speaker was there and a loud music was playing from it while some of the ladies danced crazily to it. Was this a party or what?
I looked at Ryan and saw something that left me speechless.
No; it couldn’t be true.
I waited for the driver to stop the car and I opened the door and stepped out as soon as he did.
Then, I stood and stared at Ryan.
A lady was sitting on his legs, twerking and wining for him.
What the hell?
I stood, gobsmacked, and watched in bewilderment. Was that for real?
I was standing a bit far from them, but he saw me and as soon as he did, he placed his hands on the lady’s exposed tummy, making her giggle and twerk the more.
I felt my eyes become watery as I stared at them. Was he doing this to make me jealous or what?
I sniffed and started walking away immediately.
“Hold on; isn’t that your wife?” I heard one of them ask, but didn’t wait to hear the response as I hastened my steps and ran into the house.
I ran pass the sitting room and took the stairs immediately, the stairs groaning as I clumped on them.
I got into the room and whacked the door closed and immediately, plonked myself on the bed. And for the first time in a long time, I wept.
I wept so bitterly like a baby, covering my face in my palm.
It hurt – it hurt so badly, I could feel my heart being pierced.
Although it was crazy, but I had to admit it – I was jealous; so jealous like I’ve never been in my entire life. Why was he doing that to me?
Why was he this cruel?
Oh,God! I never thought someone could make me this jealous – someone like him.
And I don’t care if it meant I was having feelings for him, but the fact remains I was jealous and seeing him being so playful with someone else tore me apart.
I continue crying and sniveling. I felt so bittered. It was more like a betrayal. Was he trying to get back at me? But I already apologized to him. Does he want me to kill myself before he finally forgives? What else does he want? Or does he wanna stay mad at me forever?
I cried for a long time until the door opened and I lifted my face from my palm to see him coming in.
I sniffed and stood up to face him immediately.
“What? What’re you doing here? Huh? Are you beloved friends gone?” I whimpered, forgetting the fact I was still crying.
He stopped walking and stared at me.
“Tell me, is your side chick gone? Come on, you can go on and pick one of the maids and continue with your ego.
Don’t stop. Don’t even bother coming back to the room. Just go on and continue flirting! Go on and get lost!” I cried angrily and turned around to leave, but stopped and turned back to him again.
“Was it really necessary, huh?” I winced, not yelling anymore, but still crying.
“I understand I hurt you. I know I shouldn’t have done that; but making me jealous – was it really necessary?
“I’ve apologized to you already. I’ve tried all I could to make you see how sorry I am. What else do you want me to do? Even Jesus Christ forgave you for your sins. So, why’re you finding it so difficult to do same to me? Why do you have to be this cruel even to your own wife?”
I paused and squeezed my eyes. That was the first time I was crying in front of a guy.
I shot him one last stare as he watched me silently. And then,I scuttled out of the room.
I went downstairs to the sitting room and found someone at the wine bar.
It was a lady who’s head was rested on the table.
I drew close and discovered it was Bethel.
She laid her head on the table and was obviously sleeping.
I noticed almost an empty bottle of wine in front of her. Has she been drinking?
I tapped her, but she didn’t respond. She was obviously drunk and fast asleep.
Gosh! Does Bethel drink? She doesn’t look like one to me.
I sighed and was about walking away to get someone to take her to the room when I turned and saw Ryan standing behind me.
“Oh!” I gasped, being a bit startled.
He glanced at me and took his eyes to Bethel.
“She um…I found her this way. I think she’s drunk” I replied to the quizzical look on his face.
“Hold on; I’ll just get some of the guards to bring her to the room” I added and tried walking away.
“Don’t worry” he called back my attention.
“I’ll do it myself”.
I rose my brows in surprise and watched as he walked to where she was and lifted her head gently from the table.
He made her fall back in his arms and that way, he carried her up in a bridal style.
“Wow” I mouthed to myself as I watched him climb up the stairs with her.
I walked into the room with her and laid her on the bed. She was so fast asleep and only adjusted as I did.
I sat next to her on the bed and watched into her face. Her words to me a while ago nibbled at me and left an indelible expression.
I can’t believe she actually cried in front of me.
I cracked and brushed her hair away from her face.
Well, it wasn’t my fault. Seeing her kiss Jackson that night really tore me apart. Even if it wasn’t intentional, I still wondered why she was with him that late at night – considering the fact I had asked her to stay away from him.
It made me feel she still cared about him and wanted to be with him.
I hate sharing what’s mine.
And even when she apologized, I still felt mad at her. Well, I couldn’t help it.
It was part of my temperament. I get so angry and find it hard to forgive.
Its actually took me a lot not to hurt her. And that was the reason I didn’t want to be around her.
But with everything that happened a while ago, it got me stunned.
I smiled and looked into her face and shocking enough, I found a tear rolling down her eye.
What? Don’t tell me she’s crying in her sleep??
“I told him I’m sorry” she muttered tearfully with her eyes still closed.
I looked at her and felt like slapping my head. Why do I always get so jealous?
I carefully cleaned off the tear from her cheek and arranged her hair properly. I felt so sorry I had to make her cry. I hope I never have to.
I planted a kiss on her forehead and laid on the bed to sleep beside her.