Chapter 33 I don't expect this

Chapter thirty-three
If you can't make friends with her, then you are not to consider yourself as my friend," I say and sit back. How dare she call her rubbish girl. Wait, hope what I'm thinking hasn't happened? I look back at Betty, "Have you met Jones? Have you spoken with her?".
She looks away, "Yes, I have, "she looks back at me," I didn't call her names. I only told her to stay away from Michael".
I sigh. Trust ladies especially Betty. Betty would do anything for the man she loves. I just don't know why Michael can't see that.
"So, she's the person you love?"
I nod once, "Yes. I want her and I'm going to have her no matter what. I can do this with or without your help. The only reason why I'm involving you is that I want to help you, "I explain. I used to love Betty alright but as friends. But after what she did to me because of Michael, I learned to stay on my own. And well, I don't know if I love Jones. The only thing I'm sure of is that I want her close.
"But Dave, you shouldn't be using that against me. Just because I left you because of Michael shouldn't be something you will abuse me with".
I feel a sudden surge of anger
" Wait, did you just say I shouldn't? No, like you didn't know what your actions did to me? You left me alone!"I scream unconsciously. I still remember what I had to go through because of Betty and Michael. I had lost my mom years back and my girlfriend left me the same moment Betty left me. I had no one. I was left alone." Do you know how that feels? To get rejected by your loved ones? You know Cynthia just left me and you left! Just like that. You didn't even care about me. You were only after your happiness and you call me your best friend?"
I stand and move away as I feel the pains eat up in me again. I couldn't get past the pains that easily. It made me who I am today. Every single bit of the evil I have committed so far is because of all of them. Dad wasn't helping matters either, he did as if he has no son named Dave. Well, I don't blame him. This is all because he has lots of children out there.
Betty touch my shoulder slightly, jerking me out of my thought. I suck in a breath and look at her. I shouldn't be thinking about all this anymore. The past is in the past.
"I'm sorry Dave, am very sorry," Betty sobs. I watch her for a while, at the tears coming out of her eyes. For once, she looks sincere. And I must say I've missed her company. Well, I know how love can make one do what one doesn't want.
I sigh for the umpteenth time before pulling her into a bear hug
I know this sounds so not right but I'm not going to step down for Michael. He has been succeeding in getting people I love away from me but this time around, I won't allow him to. I want Jones close to me and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that.
Jones
Why do I keep having this feeling that something is going on between Dave and Michael?
Why do they keep fighting every time they see each other?
A knock sounds soft on my door. I get up and move nearer to open the door.
Michael walks in, "I thought you were asleep. Why aren't you sleeping?"
I smile and close the door," I just woke up, "I lie," Why are you not sleeping too?"
He looks at me and smiles wildly, "I was just thinking about a lot of things. We are going back home tomorrow but I want to take you out before we go".
" Really? Why do you want to take me to?"
Michael holds my hand and massages it softly," Shopping".
Wow! What!
"I want you to go home with a back full".
I chuckle slightly, "You don't need to do that".
He made a straight face and withdraw his hand on me. He put his hand over his chest and made a hurt expression, "You just stabbed me in the heart".
I laugh, "Alright, when are we going?"
"Nine in the morning," he stares at me much longer before pulling me into a bear hug, "I want to do so much for you. Will you allow me?"
I think about it too. Will I seriously allow him? I know I said I was going to accept Michael the moment he asks me out but this time, it's different. I mean there is Betty and somehow, something is telling me there's more to it that I don't know. What if Michael loves Betty?
I don't know why I can't take this feeling off my mind. Shouldn't I be fighting for Michael no matter what? No, I can't do that. I prayed to get someone that can love me and only me. But it feels as though Micheal's feelings have been divided.
What should I do?
The ride home was so quiet and boring. I slept throughout. Michael didn't come with me. He had something to take care of urgently and sent me on the way. Guess what, he would be coming in his private jet.
Michael gave me an off today and I will only resume work tomorrow.
Well, as promised, Michael brought me lots of clothes. The clothes he brought for me filled in two luggage bags while shoes filled in one. I tried to stop him. He wanted to get me more. These clothes are expensive and my God, they are designers. I can't wait to gist Nancy.
I pull my bags forcefully behind me. Damn Michael. He shouldn't have brought me so many clothes when he knew he won't have the opportunity to help me out.
"Hi madam," a guy stops before me. He smiles and stretches to collect two pieces of luggage from me. I look at him and give him a confused look, "I was told to drive you home".
Wow, so Michael did prepare me? I thought he would leave me to handle my problems.
I smile at the guy, "Thank you. Let go then," I say, and the guy nod before lifting the two bags effortlessly. How can he be so strong?
He walks faster to the car and opens the door for me. I smile again, pleased before entering. The guy closes the door before helping me to put my luggage in the car booth.
I delve into my small bag for the wristwatch I brought purposely for Michael. It suddenly reminds me of Betty and her threatening words.
Wait a moment!
Where is this guy driving me to?
"Hey! " I scream at the guy, "You are supposed to take me home. This is not the way home!"
"I'm sorry ma but I'm only following instructions," he says and suddenly, a kind of smoke went up in the car. I see the driver putting an oxygen mask over his face. I try to attack him but it feels as though I can't even move my body. The smoke becomes so thick that I can't even see clearly. It feels as though it's itching my eyes, so I close it. Aside from that, I suddenly feel like sleeping.
Who the heck did this?
There's soft music going on in the background. I open my eyes slowly. I close it back and reopen them again. My gaze searches my surroundings. It's like I'm in the sitting room because of the way the chairs are being arranged. I sit up and realize I'm on the sofa. I'm not in chains and I don't feel pains in any way.
I stand up and look around again, "Anybody there!" I say louder than my voice can carry.
What kind of magic works here?
"Welcome to my humble home," a deep, yet familiar voice says behind me. I whirl around to look at the speaker.
I hiss and continue to stare at Dave. I watch him move closer to me, too close for comfort.
"Why did you drug me? "
He smiles, "You wouldn't have made it easy for the boy if I hadn't drugged you?"
God, Dave is one of the most annoying men I have ever seen. And what's this place? How many houses does he even own? He's so fucking rich.
"When did you come back home?"
He shrug slightly, "Hours ago in my private jet".
Wow, he also has a private jet? Amazing! Who is richer between him and Michael?
"Why did you kidnapped me?"
"It's not kidnapping, it's called inviting, "Dave says, smiling like a candy kid.
I hiss mentally, "Why am I here Mr?"
He stares at me much longer, "I need to talk to you about something."
I stare up at him, at his brown eyeball. He seems so different today. Maybe because I'm used to seeing him in suits. He's in casual shorts now, like the other day, with a blue jersey.
"By the way, you look beautiful today. I mean you've been looking so beautiful these days," he compliments and I could feel the blush appear all over my face. Something heat up in me and I could feel the butterfly explodes in me. Honestly, I don't know why I'm reacting this way to compliments from Dave.
"Is that why you kidnapped me?" I feign anger but seriously, what I'm feeling is far from that. Why do I feel so strange yet again? And it's nothing compared to how I feel with Michael.
He laughs now, exposing his white set of teeth. Everything about him is impeccably perfect. I guess all rich guys are like that.
"No! That's just a preamble," he laugh again, this time just light and charming chuckle. The way his face contours makes me want to smile but I hold it in.
This is craziness.
"I just want to tell you," he went quiet again, and I could sense his hesitation. It was just like the other day when he told me he wanted to tell me something. Why is he hesitating so much?"I want you to know I want you!"
My heart stops beating for a moment or maybe it didn't stop but I was too lost to listen.
What does he mean by that?
Since you don't have anything important to say, I will take my leave," I was saying as I try to walk but he suddenly grip me. A gasp escapes me and a huge heat awash me. I feel a new surge of anger, "I'm not a prostitute. You can't just have me !" I scream at him and made the move to walk away, hoping he would let me go. Instead, his grip on me tightens. I stare up at him frustrated, "Let me go!" I scream and try to get away.
He stares a while at me before slowly releasing his grip on me. I sigh and hold my hands in akimbo.
Who does he take himself for exactly?
"I didn't call you a prostitute and I'm not talking to you like one," he isn't smiling or frowning, his face made a face between the two," I want you because I have feelings for you".
What! I zoom out for a moment! My heartbeats accelerate and I fear Dave would hear. Does Dave have feelings for me? That's not possible even though I'm hearing it now.
"I have lots of important things to do than talk with you, "I say nevertheless and attempted to walk away. Fortunately for me, he didn't stop me even when I expect it.
I walk out of his compound since no one was willing to tell me where my belongings are.
But is Dave saying the truth? No, that can't be right.