Nathaniel walked out of the room with a loud bang, running his hand through his hair as he walked to his room. He didn't understand why he did that. There was this angsty feeling in him that Angelina wanted him to have.
And he had said it earlier, and God bless any motherfuvker who thought he could take his Angelina from him. He would fucking pieces him and feed him to the sharks.
Nathaniel placed the phone on his bed, discarded his stained boxer and cloth then went to shower. As the water cascaded down his body, he couldn't help to remember her tear-stained face and groan again.
Fucking stop this! He cautioned himself, turning off the shower and checking the mirror. He shivered, feeling cold, while he wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his room.
He plopped on his bed, staring at her phone before swiping it up to unlock it. No password, how simple of her, he chuckled. The phone was in the call log, and the last person she talked to, and he thought she confessed to, was… the four-letter words stared at him accusingly as he rubbed his mouth shamefully.
Papa.
The person she called was her father, damn!
He tugged his hair, feeling guilty. He accused her of adultery. He shouted at her, he… damn! Nathaniel couldn't even think of anything though he didn't regret his actions. She was his.
Nathaniel snooped through her phone for any contact or messages between lovers but found none. Even when I went to the gallery, just the pictures of chocolates, cats and flowers were there. None of her photos were on her phone. She had no social media apps or drama. Just the Inkitt app to read novels was there.
How the heck did she live?
Nathaniel dropped the phone on the nightstand, rubbing his temple tiredly. He has used so much time trying to find anything suspicious, but none was found. He went to the closet, changed into his nightwear and dropped dead on the bed, closing his eyes for the rest of the day.
***
Angelina woke up sore, her eyes stung from crying herself to sleep. She shivered in terror, remembering what had happened. She didn't do anything wrong, and she was just talking to her father.
Angelina checked the time and saw she had overslept. No one disturbed her or woke her up as she yawned.
After Angelina was done with her morning rites, she noticed that all maids were avoiding her as if she was a plague. When she went to the kitchen to cook her breakfast but was directed to the table to eat left her alone
She shrugged her shoulders. Maybe they were afraid of being fired like the other maid. She opened the lid and found it was jollof rice; Angelina squealed. It has been a long time since she has eaten jollof rice as a maid came with a tray.
"Good morning, ma'am," the maid greeted, placing the tray in her front. Angelina's eyes widened, seeing her phone in whole, with no cracks.
"Good morning," she responded, quickly took her phone and checked that nothing was amiss. Her jaw hurt while eating, but there was nothing she could do. Nathaniel grabbed it tight, and she thought it would dislocate.
Another maid came in with a bouquet and a chocolate cake, and she greeted her monotonously and gently dropped them in front of her. "The boss said it should be delivered to you. Please accept it." The maid left her alone.
"Oh?" Angelina tilted her head, taking the beautiful bouquet as a slip fell from it. She bent and picked it up, seeing words were written on it.
Angelina felt her heart could be removed from her ribcage with the beating of it. Angelina smiled, reading what was written there again and again.
"I'm sorry for my actions. I hope to make it up to you. And I hope you can forgive me. Thank you, do enjoy the cake. I specifically ordered it for you- xxx." Angelina giggled, inhaling the scent of the flower. She hummed happily while eating the cake.
It was delicious! I totally forgive him. He is a sweet man. She thought his little actions of him made her happy and smile.
Angelina took a vase in the kitchen and put the flower in it before she went to her room and took her bag, informing the maid that she quickly wanted to go out. The maid looked scared, and she pitied them also. She could not run away because her life was in Nathaniel's hands. The contract she had with jasmine. So any single escape, she would be deported back with nothing. And there was no way she could think of running away when Nathaniel was so sweet.
Angelina swung her back, taking out her earpiece as she connected it to her phone, scrolling through her playlist and listening to the melodious voice of the musician.
Angelina beamed, taking an uber to her apartment. When she got there, she saw her landlord on the phone. She greeted him and walked to the apartment. She tried to open the door, but her key wasn't working, so she knocked on the door. Maybe her roommate was inside.
She heard a deep male voice at the other side of the door and was not surprised. Maybe Bell brought a man home. After some minutes, the door was opened, revealing a giant man only in a vest. Tattoos covered all his arms, and Angelina felt small to him.
Why did Bell like taking men bigger than her?
The man stood by the doorway and glared at her, "who are you?"
"Mmm… I want to enter, but you are blocking my way," Angelina squeaked.
"Enter where?"
"Enter here," she responded. Angelina wanted to face-palm herself. Did her roommate not tell her one nightstand she wasn't the only one living in his house?
"I didn't call for a service, so please scram!" As the man wanted to close the door, Angelina's brain worked before her voice, and she placed her leg through the door.
"I think you are mistaken," she breathed out, "This is my house," she winced at the pain she was feeling in her leg.
"Little brown girl, I don't know who the fuck sent you here to fuck with me, but if you don't fucking get out of here now, I'll fucking throw you out because I'm already fucking tired of packing and relocating," the man spoke aggressively and banged the door on her face.
She has been kicked out of her house!