Beverly
In the middle of my tears and trying to put myself together before the meeting in about a few minutes, my phone buzzes twice. I grab it, wiping fresh tears from my cheeks.
Mr. Danjuma 😒
I'm outside.
Lunch?
My heart skips a beat, falls to my stomach, trips over my intestine and I almost want to vomit. I run to the window to see if he's really there or if he sent that message by accident.
I peek through the blinds, my gaze dropping down to the parking lot where a fleet of cars belonging to customers sits quietly. But one stands out—a limited edition Maybach, sleek and unmistakable. I just know it's him...
...but I text back to confirm.
Me
Mistake?
Mr. Danjuma 😒
No
Me
Oh, I'm busy
Sorry
Mr. Danjuma 😒
It's literally lunch hour
Are you running a slave plantation?
I chuckle, sniffling in the process.
Me
What?
Mr. Danjuma 😒
Free your workers and yourself, ma'am
Me
No
Mr Danjuma 😒
Bad boss 👎🏼
I laugh and sassily roll my eyes.
Me
Go away, Zayyad
Mr Danjuma 😒
It's just lunch
Me
Then just send it to me??
My phone starts ringing, and my heart drops. Not because I don't know who's calling, I just wasn't expecting it. I end the call, and just as I'm about to type something, he calls again.
"Zayyad," I answer, emotionless.
"Yes ma'am," He replies, a smile evident in his voice.
"Go away,"
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Come outside. Five minutes... ten? Fifteen? I'll wait,"
"I'm serious. Go,"
Silence.
"Are you okay?" He asks, concern woven in his tone.
Hearing him ask that, I want to start ranting about his madam that wants to do permanent damage to my hard work, but I don't want to make it seem like what it's not. "Is it about yesterday?" He probes, "Look, if it's about that, I want you to know that it's all on me and you do not have to feel the weight of anything, I take full responsi–"
"It's not," I interject, vivid flashbacks and memories of his touches and our heated moment all rush into my head, and my heart jumps. "It's not about yesterday, Zayyad, and I don't feel the weight of anything... it's about work,"
"Well, that's fine. Let's talk about it over lunch," He insists.
"I have a meeting soon. I really don't have time to spare," I reply, though part of me wants to just give in.
"You're gonna have a meeting on an empty stomach? What if you say the wrong thing because of hunger?"
I lightly laugh, and he joins me.
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
RomanceThis book is a sequel to HIM, it takes us into the aftermath of Beverly and Zayyad's life, and boy oh boy, it's twisted. In a world where two people never got to love as much as they wanted to, we follow Zayyad and Beverly once again on their very t...
