Chapter 47

Kharis POV


It was a dull Tuesday morning, yeah. All through yesterday, I had not spent time with Frederick. After he left for work, we had not communicated till I fell asleep. To be honest, I wasn't expecting him to get so busy to the extent of failing to check on me.


My plan was to get up and head straight to the bathroom to pee and then wash my face. I didn't have plans of going to check on Frederick. As I stood up from the bed, I kicked my foot on something soft. Turning down to look at what it was, I noticed it was my pillow.

"How the hell did you get there?"I muttered and kicked it to one side.


I packed my hair into a ponytail as I walked on my toes, to the bathroom. I took my pants down and folded my night gown to my belly button so I could pee. The scar on my right lap distracted me and I began rubbing it gently.

It's been almost two weeks since I set eyes on my parents. I wondered who they vented their frustration on now.


The thought of going to visit them was intense all of a sudden. I shrugged and went to the mirror to look at my face. I began assessing my face for spots and dark circles. I sighed and washed my face.


I dried my face with a towel and left the bathroom. I walked into the room to see Frederick sitting on the bed.


"Hey what's up", I asked, walk-in past him to my wardrobe.


"Hey what's up. Why the cold greeting this morning"?, He asked.


"Don't you need to get to work", I turned and asked him.


"Do you have a problem with me", he asked, his face and eyes looking sad.


Seeing the sad look on his face made me want to stop with the attitude and walk up to him. But no, I wasn't buying it one bit😂. I frowned my face and walked to the edge of the bed to pick up my phone.


I walked out of the room, down the stairs and to the living room.

"Kharis. Kharis", I heard him call and follow me down the stairs.


"I'm calling you", he said running down the stairs.


I put on the television and began playing a song. While I walked to the kitchen, he moved to the television stand and turned off the music.


I didn't even get distracted or look back, or even question him. As I opened the fridge, I heard his foot steps come up behind me.


"This is my house Kharis. I expect you to listen to me when I talk", he said in a deep voice.


"This is your house right. I'm leaving then. Do not talk to me in that tone just because I'm ignoring you or because I touched your television", I said. I was scared. I feared what he'll do after my statement.


I stormed out of the kitchen into my room. Oh yes, he followed me immediately.


"Babe", he called out.

I ignored and continued walking, pretending to be angry.

As soon as I got to the bedroom, I moved to my wardrobe. I started picking out my hangers, clothes and luggages.


"Don't do this. You are confusing me. If there something wrong I have done asides talking to you in a harsh tone earlier, in the kitchen"?, He asked, holding my hands.


"I need you" he said and placed kisses on my palm.


I released my hands from his hold and muttered "no you do not".


"What's even making you say that", he asked, raising his brows and wearing an intense frown on his face.


"Where were you all through yesterday. If you actually love me or need me as you claim, you'll put in efforts to reach out to me", I folded my arms immediately I said this.


"Is that what all of this is about, he asked, throwing his fingers around.


I looked at him, puzzled at his question.

"You don't think I should be mad that I didn't get to be with you or even talk to you yesterday"?, I asked, placing my right hand on my chest


"I'm sorry my love", he said and pulled me so I could sit on the bed.


"I haven't been to the office since the gala or even attended anything in regards to the office since then. I was with you all through the weekend right. You know I love to have you around me, spend time with you", he said and used his hand to turn my chin to his direction.


I looked at his eyes and I could see the genuity in his eyes.


"I had so much work to do at the office and it's been really hard this past few days", his eyes moved from one corner of the room to the other as he tried to explain.


I felt pity for him and figured I must have been putting pressure on him. I shifted close to him and placed my forehead on his forehead.


"I'm sorry for not understanding you at all".


"Babe. I love you. I want to be with you, forever".


"I know you do babe. I know you do... I'm right here for you".


"How about I go and prepare your favorite", I suggested.

"What do think is my favorite"?, He asked, a smirk,

forming on his lips.

Well, I could make pancakes coated in Maple syrup and love", I said, smiling so hard.


He chuckled and kissed me slightly on my forehead.

"Don't ever stay mad at me for so long baby girl, '' he said.


"I'll try not to babe. I know you are trying so much for our relationship".


He nodded and turned to look at the clock on the table.

"It's 8:26 am babe, I need to go and prepare for work", he said.


I looked at him, smiled and folded my arms.


"Don't worry, I'll communicate with you today. I might come home with my best friend too. Look amazing", he said and stood up to head out of my room.


"Frederick", I called.


Turning back to look at me, I said " I love you".


"I love you so much babe", he said and walked back to where I stood to kiss my forehead…


I watched him walk out of the room, he was beautiful, kind and breathtaking. He walked with so much confidence and authority. I couldn't have been more proud to be with him..


Ivy POV


Abby asked me what the plan was and I became blank immediately. Were we not supposed to come up with a plan together?, I thought.


"Ivy, what's wrong", she asked.


"Nothing Abby. I'm just thinking about a plan, you know", I said.


"How about you move in with Frederick. I'm sure the girl would take that as a cue to leave his house", Abby said.


"And after I move in"?, I asked.


"Just continue being and doing you", Abby said, scanning her phone.


"Frederick may not be okay with it, Abby", I said, sounding like a little baby with no sweets.


"How about my parents", I asked.


"Ivy. You are not a child anymore. Besides, you are going to stay at your husband's house. Your parents will let you", Abby said encouragingly.


The maid came in the middle of our conversation and served us a glass of cold juice with cookies as well.

"Thank you", Abby uttered.


"I'll move in tomorrow. Staying in his space will help us prepare seriously for the wedding, I said, raising my glass in the air.