All Yours Daddy.
Chapter 23.
It’s been two days since Nuella had her toes curling at Devine’s house. Nuella had returned home that day and buried herself in the memories of his pleasure because admist her very chaotic life, that was the only thing that made sense to her.
After the whole orgasm at his club section that left Nuella’s legs shaking, she barely knew what more to expect from their sinful act. She woke up every day with the thoughts of him and the feel of his fingertip against her body. Was their last affair, the end of their sexual affair? Or was she going to be locked in a sinful affair that is shielded from the eyes of the world?
Subconsciously Nuella exhaled a sigh, grabbing onto her book that rested on the bedside table. She flipped to the page she was reading before and buried herself in the only thing that brought her comfort, but she was not an hour into the world of fantasy when reality strucked her again, tarnishing the joy she had in reading.
Nuella could not help but think about herself, about her failed career part, and her dreams to become a medical doctor and save lives. For two days now, she had been locked in the room, with nothing but the thoughts of her failed academic plans and what way to go next.
A buzz occured on her phone. Nuella blinked back, returning into the present. She checked her vibrating phone and the name of the caller displayed on the large screen.
For days now she had placed her phone on vibrate because she was running away from calls, like they were diseases.
Nuella reached out to her phone and placed it against her ear the moment she picked up.
“Girl.” Daisy called and Mira’s voice followed. It was a conference call.
“Guess what, Ella. Daisy and I saw your boyfriend, James with another girl, at the mall acting all lovey-dovey.” Mira gapped angrily into the phone the moment Nuella picked up, not giving her a chance to speak.
Nuella pressed her lips together, into a thin line for some seconds before exhaling a sigh.
“We broke up.” She finally let out with an exhale. Silence stepped in and Nuella concluded that they were trying to digest her words.
“You broke up with him?” Daisy’s perplexed question came in and Nuella bit on her lower lips recalling how he had shut the door against her face after saying those hurtful words to her.
“No. He broke up with Me.”
Their brows knitted.
“Sounded more like you broke up with him. Girl you look so relaxed.” Mira exaggerated the last part, happy that her friend was not bawling her eyes over some James guys.
Speaking of Relax. Nuella could not deny that she was a stranger to relax than she should.
For the past 2 days, thoughts about James had not made their way to her heart. More like she didn’t know he existed.
“But, giirl! What happened? Thought you were chanting so much about the love you both shared, what changed?” Daisy questioned, and Nuella shrugged.
“Apparently, he was dating me on a bet.”
” A bet???” The perplexion and biwilderment laced in Daisy and Mira’s voice as they inquired in unison, their eyes widen open like they could see each other.
“He is such a dick head for being so promiscuous. How dare he?” Mira snapped feeling anger surged into her vein. She never liked James and didn’t also expect that he would be the one to break Nuella heart first.
Nuella relaxed into the bed and listened to them as they rained an angry curse on James, and that oddly melted her heart.
“Are you okay?”Concerned, Daisy inquired when they were done bashing James’ entire existence.
A smile spread across Nuella’s face one that didn’t last longer than a second.
“I am fine girls. I am.”
Nothing had the right to disturb her aside from her dreams. James was nothing to her again, he was no match and definitely didn’t match her class. He was all in the past now and mattered even less than she would ever imagine.
Daisy and Mira rendered their heart felt speech and the call ended. Nuella laid underneath her duvet, with her eyes glue to her book, giving it the power to amble her into the beauty of Fiction.
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Mr Devine stepped out of the car, that a guard had just opened.
His eyes scanned the tall building as he arranged his coat jacket before gradually advancing through the mighty compound. For 8 good years, he was oblivious to how the house looked like after renovation. He had only carried with him the little image of it that his retentive memory managed to hold onto. Memories that were of pain.
Even before he left the country, he had stopped visiting this place, and now, he was only back after many pleas.
“My lord.” The guards on stand-by greeted the moment Devine got to the entrance door and two other guards fell to their knees immediately.
Although Devine had been away for 8 good years, he was the prodigal son who refused to rule his father’s mafia empire, but rather stepped out of his comfort zone to build a mafia empire that he could rule with power, the power his father didn’t carry with so much poise.
Although Devine had grown in height, facial features muscle, and many more, he still carried the dangerous aura that the little him carried, tormenting people without a word.
Devine spared the guards a glance. He didn’t say a word, Just a nod of acknowledgement and he was already walking into the house.
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Devine sat on the fluffy couch. A glass of wine that he occasionally sipped from, rested in between his fingers as he stared at his mother who was beaming with smiles, while he tried to bury the resentment he had for her. She had hugged him countless times today and had not stopped yapping about how hot he looked, how much she had missed him, and how sorry she was.
“Oh.. Devine.. you look… Collected.” The woman in her mid-60s applauded, her eyes wandering around Devine’s body while her feeble palm cupped his cheeks.
“I am sorry,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes holding onto so much remorse.
Devine stared at Mrs. Teresa for a minute and a feeling of weakness doubled through him as he recalled all of those times that she put him to bed and sang lullaby all through the night.
However, this moment of weakness was suddenly replaced by the awful memories that came of how his mother had run away, leaving them. He washed the little feeling of empathy away. Staring back at his mother with those eyes that were as blank as a paper sheet. She didn’t deserve all the love and affection and if his father forgvave her, he didn’t have a reason to.
“Happy you have seen me now?” His brows raised. He dropped the glass of wine on the table getting on his feet.
Mrs Tessa stood to her feet.
“Are you leaving?”
The disappointment in her voice could be heard clearly as she hoped for a positive response.
Devine spared her a glance then rolled his eyes off.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
Mrs Terresa swallowed, forcing out a smile.
“I would have loved if you stayed longer, but I am grateful you came.”
Devine swallowed in, deeping his hands into his pocket. He didn’t desire to stay any longer than 5 minutes. He had only come because his father pleaded for him to.
He had the persisting desire to see Nuella and that was the only thing that made sense to him at the moment. He had not been able to think straight since she left his house. He knew he screwed up the moment she left his house without him getting a hold of her digits.
Devine walked out of the mansion 30 minutes after. He had spent that unexpected amount of time after his father walked in, delighted to see him after years. They spoke calmly together for the first time In ages.
Devine had always been the good bad boy. Although he shared a stricking resemblance with his father, they didn’t see eyes to eyes. They had different approach to the views of life and Devine never saw himself being under his father, who has not been able to put his shits right. Devine was the total opposite of his father. He was a playboy, with dangerous and powerful aura. Fucked everything under a skirt and killed without hesitation. To him, one should not have a weakness, and his father had one. His mother. Because of his mother, his father had taken many bullets, failed many missions, and made even more sacrifices than he should have, for that, they were leaving with the effect of their father’s wrong choice, and even though Devine had pulled himself out of his father’s empire, he still bore the Lorenzo name and still inherited enemies that his father failed to deal with.
Devine walked out through the exit door, with his hand in his pocket, ready to take his leave, when the most promiscuous of human nature presented itself.
“Look who is finally back from his hiding.” Derick, appeared from the sport light with his hands to his pocket, always trying to embrace a dark aura that he didn’t have. He was dressed in a t shirt which he toiled into his black pants.
Devine’s leg halted. And at once, he turned to Derick, looking unbothered as his eyes scanned his brother.
“You are back. Finally back.” Derick repeated chuckling dryly, while Devine just stared at him, his silence defending him much more than the yapping brother.
“You look collected and put together, what is the secret brother? Huh?”
Devine brushed at the bream of his nose before giving a reply.
“Did you stop me just to yap like you always do?”
Devine’s words oddly always carried the right amount of sauce that left Derick’s face burning with anger, but this time he was quick to wash it off, replacing it with a very promiscuous sarcastic chuckle.
“Well I am not here to yap, favorite son. I am here to inform you that I have built my territory this time and damn you if you think anything here would be allocated to you.”
Devine stared at Derick and scoffed.
“I should have known you were going to yap again. Well.” He took a step closer to Derick, towering over Derick and informing him indirectly of how little he was and would always be, to him.
“You feel intimidated by my presence. And it’s very normal, you spend your entire life yapping, and you definitely had less time doing the needful. If you have secured your territory, then don’t quiver.”
Derick’s fist tightened and his face burned with rage, but Devine said no further words, he took two step backwardly before turning and walking into his car, while the guard shut the door.
He had zero energy for a rival who could not even get his facts right, what he desired was a moment with the little human whose thoughts had been an occupant in his heart.