Get Me Married

Chapter 37: Food poisoning

The inspector still had nothing and the guys that they let free on bail were no where to be found. It was like the case was going nowhere in the least and everything wasn’t going the way I wanted. Samantha was still in my house when she was supposed to be in jail. I didn’t want to live in the same house with her because I didn’t know what it was she would be planning next. And the kidnapper I had shot was still no where to be found.

Exhausted and hungry, I decided to go back home. I came across the side restaurant where I always hung out with T_squad. It wasn’t the usual five star hotel that I was now used to but it was the only place I knew then in college. And I decided to drop by and have my lunch there.

All eyes turned to me when I went into the restaurant. Most people in there were the familiar faces of people I knew before, usual customers. I smiled and waved at them before the waitress came over to where I sat.

“Look at you girl, you hit a jackpot” Lucia said. She was the daughter of the man who owned the place and we attended thesame college till she dropped out or something. She helps her father in the restaurant when there was need to.

“I was just lucky” I said faking a smile. It was of course what I was meant to do. Feign happiness when infact I was sad.

“I do hope your luck should rub off on me” she said and I looked away. Knowing that my luck was shitty and there was never true happiness in the life I was leaving. It would better if it never rubbed off on anyone.

“Well, should I get you the usual?” She asked and I simply gave her a nod. The usual was always meat, pork chops, chicken or turkey laps. It was like eating big with a little amount of money. She came with the food and I ate like I always did while ignoring the folks that stared at me.

The guards made lots of people uncomfortable in there and they were always staring at me. But I ignored them all and went ahead to eat the junk food I was rather used to eating.

When I was done, I left the restaurant after giving Lucia a heavy tip and went back home.

During our drive, my mind travelled to how those criminals changed their words and I had lost the recording that would have proved Samantha to be the master mind behind my kidnap. I was so sure it was on my phone because I had listened to it and left it in my car when I went to see Tiffany and Tiana. No one else was close to my phone during those period except my driver and……

I paused at that thought and stared at the man who I had known as my personal driver of all the guards I had. He was the only one who was close to my phone because I had left it in the car, but that didn’t mean he had access to it. It was on lock and he couldn’t have known the password to unlock it. But what if he did?

I became suspicious immediately, while beating myself for not thinking about it sooner. I cleared my throat and turned to him to ask him a question and see his reaction when a sharp pain hit my

stomach unexpectedly and I whimpered while clutching my hands to

would speak to my driver later. I

driver turned to me when I didn’t step down from the car immediately. I started feeling some kind of pain in

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asked and I gave him a

he was examining them with the way his eyes travelled their body. I ignored them and turned to the house. I was feeling so uncomfortable and felt like throwing up. I was almost at the door when another sharp pain hit my stomach. I stopped in my tracks and had my hand placed just at my lower abdomen while aching my back just a little. This time the pain didn’t disappear as I had wanted it neither did it relieve me

my eyes and immediately met his brown eyes. He was bent slightly and staring at me rather closely. His cologne filled my nostrils and for a moment there I got lost in his eyes, but the pain in my stomach

again and the concern I saw in his face made

eyes. He was still standing right next to me, watching me closely. I stood up erect, and turned back to the door. I was still in so much pain and my body was changing rather quickly but I didn’t want Jordan seeing that. I tried taking a step away from him and into the house but the pain was unbearable. I found

off the ground and lots of muscles holding onto me. I

The familiar voice of Jordan’s mistress made me turn to the entrance of the house. She was staring at

I found myself struggling against Jordan so I could get down just to

himself. His cologne and saint was enticing. I found myself relaxing as he ordered while leaning in and relaxing into him. His body was warm

arms, ignoring her. I entertwined my hands together behind his head, holding onto each tightly when the pain I was feeling didn’t subside. But Jordan didn’t mind,

to my room and I had my knees up to my chest the moment I hit my bed,

him a reply, not when my intestines felt like they were tying itself inside my stomach. But I groaned and whimpered and hit on my

standing at the extreme end of my bed, watching me. The doctor came soon and did the usual thing before giving me some drugs.

I looked around, I was the only one in

brought me to my room with care. My cheeks heated up for some reason and I found myself looking away from him. He walked deeper into the room and I could feel his eyes on me till he was

at home before you left, weren’t you?” he started and I knew immediately that my junk

you know what that would have done to you? Don’t

was too cold and he walked out without saying any other thing to me. My heart dropped at the way he left and the anger I saw. I wasn’t even sure of why he was so

and turned to the time, it was early evening and I didn’t feel too good to actually leave my bed. I laid back on my bed, feeling the exhaustion and weakness