His Cure

Beatrice beats her left leg on the floor in her room repeatedly, with her right hand on her hip, fuming in anger.

She is trying to be facile with her fury but that isn’t playing out well.

“I can’t even visit my mom again.”she hissed loudly.

The guy is just a bunch of bad charm.

He keeps attracting bad occurrences to her.

She strode to the door and exit the room.

She went to his room and stared at his door blankly.

Ugh. She’s got to give this guy an earful though.

Why does he think he could just toy with her life anyhow?

She snorts and turned back.

“Since you’re here, why not come in?”he permitted from inside.

How did he know she was there?

Well, all good.

She set the door ajar and walked in.

He was sitting on a chair, filing a pencil.

“Sit, I will draw you.”he glanced back at her.

“I’m afraid I..”

“You should feel honored, Author. So, don’t decline that.”his eyes were glued to the pencil.

“Well, I didn’t know that you can draw. None of my business though. I came here to make something clear to you. Matters concerning stories could be treated in your way but matters concerning my personal life should be done in my way. I..”

“So, are you saying I went overboard today?”he raised his cold look at her.

She took a gulp down and gave a nod.

“First, you begging me to act as your..”

“I didn’t begged you. You made your choice.”he interpolated.

“You didn’t leave me any choice. You’re not my creator so there are limits to what you can do to me.”

He dropped the small knife he was using in sharpening the pencil and pushed a white drawing to his front.

“I will pay, basically make you rich, that’s like giving you a new identity so that makes me your artificial creator.”he replied.

He smiled at her.

“Do you know why I am willing to give you a drawing?. Firstly, you did well this morning, secondly, you look so angry right now and I’m all in for your expression. Your angry face could be use as a book cover for an angry FL’s story.”

“This is not cool, Gregory. I..”

“I won’t apologize, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad but I just won’t. Now, go back. I like it quiet when I draw.”

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Henry stared down at the newspaper in his hand through his glasses which was settled down on the bridge of his nose.

He was sitting in the living room, with a glass cup of pineapple juice before him.

His right hand man, Jade, came inside with a tab.

“Sir, I think you should see this.”he bowed his head in courtesy as he proffered the tablet to him.

Henry sighed and closed his newspaper then collected the phone from him.

It was the video of Gregory and Beatrice when he said they were going to get married.

Henry grunts lowly.

“All jokes.”he glared at the video.

He paused it and hand the tablet over to Jade.

“It’s all child’s play.”he adjusted his glasses.

“Well, this child’s play is turning into something else, sir. It has puts the internet on frenzy and this has become one of the most search news. I’m..”

Henry’s phone vibrated before him.

He peeked at the caller and saw that it was Lopez.

He signalled for Jade to stop talking.

He picked up his phone then swiped to the right.

“Lopez.”he called, enigmatically.

“What is all these I’m seeing, Henry?. You said our children were going to get married so why did your son declared publicly, his love for another woman this morning?”

“Have I ever go against my words?. Let him have the fun he can have now. Sit back and watch. Your daughter and my son will get married for sure, naturally.”

“You’d better not turn away from your words. My daughter loves your son, and he is the only man she yearns for. For our partnership to continue, both must get married.”

“I hear you, Lopez, I hear you.”

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Beatrice sat down in the living room, watching the TV and stuffing some popcorn inside her mouth.

She wished all these was but a dream.

She hate the life of being famous. That practically puts a restriction to your movement.

She really needs to go see her mother.

She had not for once missed a weekend of visiting her before.

Now, this sudden occurrence is serving her a lock – down.

The so called Devil has been in there in his room, quiet.

Someone banged at the door and she glared at the entrance direction.

Well, here comes the Jesus that would carry all her anger away.

She stood up from the couch.

Before she could get to the door, the person banged it again.

“Have you no etiquette?. Naturally, you’re supposed to ring the doorbell or knock softly so why knocking so hard?. You wanna pull the door down?”she lashed out as she opened the door.

She met a lady putting on a sky blue skimpy short gown and carrying a designer bag.

She removed her dark shade and sprawled her eyes at her.

“This?”she quips, looking at her in disgust.

“Who the hell are you?, and did you just call me this?. I see you’ve not got some good manners at all. When you are just visiting someone’s house for the first time, you introduce yourself first.”she lectured.

“I’m sure that ain’t true. You?, a mere maid?”she snickers and shook her head.

Jennifer pushed her aside and scuttled in, elegantly.

Her gaits were admirable.

“Hey! You can’t just go in here as you like!”Beatrice hurriedly shuts the door and ran after her as she took the stairs up.

“Gregory should better have a good explanation for this.”

She whacked the door to his room opened and stepped in.

Gregory paused in his drawing and stared back at the intruder.

“What are you doing here?”his face went white when he saw her.

“You don’t miss me?. That aside, the sh! t did you mean by what you said to the reporter this morning?. I am your fiance, Gregory, why wouldn’t you see me as that?”

“You..”Beatrice stopped when she heard her words.

Fianceè?

“Find another man, Jenna. I..”

“How did you expect me to leave you when you keep calling me Jenna like this?”she joked.

“I am back, boyfriend, so, chase your fake wife away. The real one has come.”she chuckled.