mariadora_okwori

FATE…
Your fate may be unfortunate, but you cannot escape it. You often meet your destiny on the road you take to avoid it.
RUNNING…
Can she run away from this storm headed her way?
DEBBY is a single mother hiding in a small town to run away from her past, but she remained trapped in her dreams. A man always lays with her in her dreams, but she forgets his face whenever she wakes up. This man is possessive. No relationship in the actual world works for her because of her commitment to him. Lonely in a strange place, she longs for a lasting relationship. A shaman advised her to break it off with her spirit husband. On that night, after she broke it off with the man in her dream, she began anew by visiting a dating app in search of companionship. Little did she know that the moment she clicked like on a sketchy profile, that her life was about to change forever.
SEARCHING...
When he finds what he is searching for, will he survive it?
SAMUEL is a handsome young man who has it all but happiness. His commitment to a faceless bride is his only escape from the demons tormenting his life. But one night, she broke things off with him. Devastated and unable to face his reality, he runs to the internet in search of distraction. His encounter with a single mother not only swept his life into a whirlwind he never saw coming.

The Sky is Not Blue

He spent the rest of the day working from his home office, and I spend it designing a few clothes to keep me out of my head. The only time I saw him was when I begged him to take a break and eat. I watched Mr Bones, and The Gods Must Be Crazy after work and dozed off halfway through the second one.


I felt him dip his hand underneath my knees with his second hand, supporting my back as he carried me half-awake into the bedroom. I thought he was coming to join me, but he said he still had to work.


I could not go back to sleep. The bed was too vast and empty without him. I tried listening to lullabies, but it was not working. I checked on little Sam, and her little snores were steady, which meant she would not wake soon.


I am fucking bored, and Samuel is still tucked away in his office.


I tiptoed to his office door and watched him work for a while. He had a frown etched across his face from over-concentration, his shoulders slouched from tiredness, and his voice was hoarse when he answered calls. For the first time since I met him, I pitied him. Working himself to the bone every day with little or no sleep is his normal.


Now that I recall, he barely got any sleep last night after the weekend trip, and he was always on the phone with me at night from the day we met, so that means he was working through the day and not sleeping much at night.


I found a different level of respect for all the CEOs that I used to loathe. I thought they sit up there and take credit while their staffs worked themselves to death.


It just felt odd that someone his age spends all his day working and not a single time to enjoy his youth or success. What use is the success then?


"I can hear you breathe, Debby. Your scent also gives you away. Don't just stand there. Come in."


I shamefully walked in, and he pointed at the chair opposite him without raising his head from the pile of folders before him. I sat quietly and guess what happened minutes later, nothing. His head was still in a blue folder. I picked up a pen and threw it at him, but he did not mind it. I do not think he even noticed. I threw it harder, and he raised a brow.


"I was worried you won't sleep without my lullabies. Although it does not look like you plan on getting any sleep at all."


He lifted his head to reveal the dark circles under his eyes, and my heart broke for him. "Go to bed, Debs. I will join you once I finish."


I realize work is important to him, but a few hours of sound sleep will not end the world.


I loomed over his desk, but he continued to scribble away. I bent over and covered his wrist with my hand, successfully halting the movement of his pen.


"I have to finish this. It is very important, Debs."


"I know… and I know you have been lagging with work since you met me, but I also know you are working to the bone tonight because you do not want to think about what Christopher is doing. Exhausting yourself will not make things better. You need a bath and some hours of sleep, or your body will break down if you keep going at it this way."


"No! I do not want to hear it. You will drop your pen, close your folder, turn out the lights and follow me to the bathroom to take a bath and go to bed."


He opened his mouth to dismiss me but got the "I ain't playing" message from my eyes.


He dropped his pen, closed the folder, turned the light off, and followed me to the bathroom.


Chapter 41