KAZMIR
After gettin’ all the information I needed to get to her, I came up with an idea and a date to visit the villa Lysander lives in.
Why ‘im?
What does he want from me?
The last time I saw ‘im, he was at a welcomin’ party I threw for Nyssa – claimin’ to know her before the accident happened.
What do I do to make ‘im stay away from her and how did Nyssa even locate his apartment?
I paced the bedroom early this mornin’, wonderin’ what to do and how to go ’bout it when I suddenly came up with all the answers I needed.
I shouldn’t be beggin’ Nyssa to come back, but what choices does she leave me with?
How do I make her get back to me if I don’t beg her?
I stopped pacin’ and took a seat on the bed, snatchin’ my phone and placin’ a call. “Can you hear me, Ember?” When the call was picked up, I talked calmer than I did the last time.
“Good day, Mr. Draven. I can hear you perfectly. Is anythin’ the matter?” She asked and I got on my feet, noddin’ and shakin’ my head at the same time. “Has she been found yet?”
“No,” I shook my head. “She hasn’t been found but I have received a message from an anonymous person. This person told me where she was and when I pursued further, she was there in real life.”
“Wow!” From the other end, Ember expressed her shock. “So what do we do? How do we go ’bout bringin’ her back to the penthouse? Why did she leave the penthouse in the first place? I expect you to know this already and figure a way to go ’bout it.”
“The reason why she left should be known to me alone. It has nothin’ to do with you, and yes, I know a way we can work on this. You’ll have to go on my behalf and beg her to come back home. Don’t you think so? You are paid for your services, after all.”
I could hear a chuckle.
I wasn’t also sure ’bout who it was so I held on for a moment. When there was no response from Ember who should give me an answer, I asked. “Did you even hear me? What do you have to say? Nothin’, of course. You should get to the house so we can talk ’bout it, and also the details are given to you.” I said and she burst out laughin’ once more, annoyin’ me so much this time.
“What’s so funny?”
“Mr. Draven. This is not a part of my agreement with you,” she said from the other end. “Also, she is your wife and you should go on your own. Have you thought ’bout what she would say if she sees me there? She’s definitely goin’ to wonder why you can’t make it there on your own, why you sent a friend to do that as well as suspect the friend. I’m also sure you don’t want that for us unless you do.”
She was makin’ some sense, but I was still angry. “Get off my phone!” I warned and cut the call, throwin’ the phone on the bed also.
“How do I go ’bout this?!” I shouted and walked to my wardrobe to select clothes in advance for tomorrow mornin’ when I would go to see her in Lysander’s villa.
For the rest of the day, I regretted not gettin’ Nyssa a phone from the onset.
Why didn’t I do that? I wondered with anger, realizin’ also that I needed to do it as soon as she came out of that place.
If she did.
What if she didn’t? I wondered for the rest of the night, gettin’ ready for my outin’ the next mornin’ as I hopped in the car and drove out of the gate.
The location of Lysander’s apartment happened to be far from the apartment I live in.
There was no way Nyssa went all the way from here to there, or was I bein’ pranked? I stopped drivin’ to think and got my answers the next moment.
Whether it was a prank or not, it was better I went into that place to see what was happenin’ and if my wife was in it or not.
Before the next hour came to an end, I was at the gate of my destination.
My horn honked several times and when it opened, it wasn’t by a gateman or worker.
It was by Lysander who held my wife captive and for one moment, I thought ’bout how I felt ’bout it and at the same time, not havin’ an answer to it.
“What do you want?” I wined down my window to get this question. “What are you doin’ in my space? I thought you asked me to stay away from you, Mr. Draven. How come you’re in my villa and space?”
I scoffed. “Such guts,” I let out. “I have come to see my wife and I know you know she’s in there. So lead me to her at this instant. I don’t have all day and time to waste, Lysander. Do what you should do and give me access to my wife before I call the cops.”
He laughed.
“I didn’t force your wife to stay here with me, did I? I wonder what you did to her that made her stay with me, so don’t tell me that shit you’re speaking. I’m lettin’ you in ’cause I want to, and not ’cause of your empty threat.” He walked away and opened the gate for me to drive in, while I heaved a sigh of relief.
I didn’t bother parkin’ in the lot and hopped down to compare this flat to mine. Mine was way better, of course. But this wasn’t what I came to do. Lysander had asked me to wait outside, which I did, lookin’ forward to seein’ a malnourished woman who would go home with me the very moment I popped the question.
She showed up, anger written on her countenance. “Who gave you the address to this place? Go back home and leave me alone!” A tone I heard her use on frequent occasions came at me and truly, this wasn’t the reaction I expected from the woman I am ‘married’ to.
“Nyssa, come on,” I walked closer and before I could get closer to her, she moved away. Lysander, who watched from a distance, turned and walked away, leavin’ me with the impression that he would watch us from inside, which annoyed me even more.
“I thought you’d love to return home, baby,” I started when I believed us to be alone. “You should come back home to me, Nyssa. I promise not to repeat what happened and you have to believe what I tell you, please. Come back home to me. You know fully well that life has been way different without you in it.”
She scoffed, walkin’ closer and changin’ her mind also so that she moved back a little. “I am not goin’ back with you, Kazmir. Get over it already and stop stalkin’ me. I don’t know how you found me and don’t also want to know, but stop comin’ after me. Nothin’ will make me change my mind. You should know this already.”
“I am your husband-”
“Oh, I didn’t know,” she cut me short. “Tell me more, my husband. I didn’t know you knew I was your wife. Which was why you didn’t tell me ’bout the so many dark secrets you have. I can’t deal with a man like you.”
What could I do?
It looked like her mind was made up, but I didn’t plan to give up. Not in this life or the other. Now, I walked closer and looked her in the eyes, ready to manipulate her into doin’ what I wanted.