The Bonding 6
“It was Phil who observed it the day Denise and Angel got married.”
The name of Olivia, who he knew that they had renamed Angel and Denise, sent a chill down his spine, but he braved it and carried on with the conversation.
“That is serious.”
“Yes. I can't stand Mom marrying another man, nor father marrying another woman. Do you want that?”
“No way. Who would love us the way they love us.”
“You see. Then pray and do anything possible for things to work out between them.”
“I will be the happiest person if they come together. See you later, and regards to Daniel and brother-in-law.”
“Okay. See you later, too.”
At the Bailey Native Home
Now, Nichole kept mute and the confused Mr. Arthur Bailey gambled by driving to her house not sure whether it was the right decision. When he got to the front of her apartment and parked, he unfastened his seatbelt and looked at Nichole, who was sitting absent-mindedly. Then he said.
“Let's go down, Nichole.”
However, instead of complying, she fixed her swollen eyes on him as she unfastened her seatbelt. Suddenly, she leaped to his side and rested her head on his chest. Mr. Bailey, who was surprised because he never thought he would get her to his bosom so easily, played along by rubbing her head. Then, she raised her head up and gave him a passionate deep kiss while rubbing his chest. To his pleasure, he held her so close to his chest and gave her an affectionate kiss as he moaned in contentment. Then, he released her and complimented.
“You're too lovely, Nichole.”
Nichole ignored his compliment and continued with kissing and caressing his chest. Now, he whispered.
“I know you still love me, Nichole. Can we go over to my apartment?”
At this point, Nichole knew that he was on cloud nine and struck by pulling away abruptly.
“Go to your house? Funny. I dressed to appeal to you, but you ignored me. I arranged for us to spend the weekend undisturbed at Sevenoaks, but you ruined it. Not only that, but I was hoping to be in the arms of my Prince Charming, but you threw my love back at me as you have always done these years. Likewise, I wanted to avoid keeping you waiting, but…”
Now, he was overwhelmed by guilt as he listened to her complaint. Then, he pleaded.
“Stop, please. I am sorry, Nichole. I was…”
Subsequently, Nichole, who was sobbing profusely opened the door, got off and slammed the door before walking to her apartment and Mr. Bailey watched her walk in angrily. Her janitor, who walked out of the house to receive her, was shocked when she slammed the door.
'I have hurt her again.'
He thought as he sat in the car, confused. His best bet was for him to go home because she must have gotten into her room and locked the door. He turned on his ignition and drove off to his apartment, dejectedly. When he got off the car, he walked to his room and laid on the bed tired. In any case, he sent a short text message to her.
(Nichole dear. I remain your Prince Charming and nothing changes that. Arthur.)
Now, he was on his bed when his phone rang, and he sprang up from the bed to pick, hoping that it was Nichole. He smiled when saw the caller.
“Hello, son. How are you?”
“I'm fine, father. How was your trip?”
“Our trip was fine.”
“I'm sorry, father, if I offended you with the joke of Mom and her Prince Charming. I didn't mean to.”
“No, son. You did not do anything wrong. It was my fault. I was having a thing for her, and she knew it. I was actually the Prince Charming she was talking about. The suitcase she was carrying was her arrangement for us to be together for the weekend. You know, she actually initiated taking you back. I was too careless.”
“Oh! She must have been disappointed.”
“Yes. She would not even talk to me.”
“Does that mean she is cross with you?”
“Yes. She slammed the door when she got off the car.”
“Oh! Don't worry father. She will talk to you now.”
“How?”
“Never mind. Just put off your phone.”
“Put off my phone? What if she calls.”
“It is just for a while. Just put it off.”
“Okay. If you say so, Louis.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey reluctantly switched off his phone while Louis gave Freya a call. Freya picked immediately and Louis narrated all that his father told him. Freya who was troubled asked.
“What do we do now?”
“I have asked father to turn off his phone. I will call Mom and inform her that father's phone is off and that she should help find out what was going on with father. With that, she would be forced to go and see him."
“That is a good idea. My husband and I will call her too.”
“Ok. I will give her a call now.”
Then, he gave his Mom a call at once, and she responded with an emotional voice.
“Hello, Louis. How are you?”
“I'm fine, Mom. How was your trip back?”
“Our trip was oK. Thank you for checking on me. Take care.”
She wanted to dismiss him so that he would not detect that she had been crying but, Louis ignored her and continued.
“Mom, what of father? I gave him a call, but his phone is off.”
“What do you mean, Louis? His phone is on.”
“Mom, please try his line and find out. I will call back.”
“Okay, son.”
Meanwhile, she tried his number and just like Louis said, it was switched off.
“Why is his phone off?”
She mumbled. As she was about tossing her phone aside with the conclusion that he must have been tired and turned off his phone for good, she got Freya's call, and she played her role very well and concluded with.
“Phil had tried his number too, but it was switched off. We are thinking of coming over because Daniel want to speak to with him too.”
“There is no need for that. I will send someone to check on him.”
Nichole advised dismissively, but Freya, who would not be dismissed easily, insisted.
“Someone? Let me come over instead if you are too tired.”
Now, Mrs. Nichole Bailey, who had exhausted her excuses, was lost of what to say. She was left with no choice than to please her children.
“Don't bother yourself, Freya. I will get back to you.”
“All right Mom. We are waiting.”
Just then, Louis called again. When she picked, he asked.
“Mom, did you get him?"
“No. His number is switched off, as you said. I will check on him now.”
“OK, Mom. You are the best.”
“Thank you, Louis.”
Now, many negative thoughts flashed through her mind and she got off her bed immediately and drove to his apartment in panic.
'What must have happened to his number?'
She thought as she parked. Then, she got off and walked briskly to the door. The janitor who saw her parking had opened the door for her before she got off her car.
“Good evening, Mrs. Bailey. Good…”
“Thank you.”
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
