Chapter 7

• Jayda's POV
• My morning was really frustrating, I had tried several ways to make my hair curly but it wasn't working. I grumbled and wore a short blue gown after taking a quick bath.
• I didn't want to be late, I wanted to find the man who would help me find my car. It was a crazy idea to look for a car that even the police couldn't help me find. I was also scared of meeting a Mafia Boss for the first time because I have read and heard many stories about their cruelty.
• Mostly romance stories though but also dangerous erotic stories about Mafia leaders. After coming out of my room, I went straight to the fridge and pulled out a glass of milk and a packet of cornflakes.
• It was the only breakfast meal that I could think of. I was trying to meet up with the time so I would be able to meet the mafia leader.
• After taking the last spoon of cornflakes, I dumped the plate in the sink and walked out of the kitchen with a smile on my face.
• Mission Accomplished!
• The weather was a little bit dull but I didn't want to waste any more time. My mom could come anytime and if she didn't see a car in my compound, she'll definitely make my life more miserable than it already is.
• "Hey, where are you heading? I could give you a ride." Fred, my next door neighbor suggested but I wasn't ready to follow him.
• "Don't worry, I could use a bus or a taxi." I assured him with a smile.
• "You shouldn't decline my offer." He murmured and I stopped for a second and thought about his offer again. He was definitely right, he could actually save me the stress of standing under the sun to wait for a bus.
• I pretended to be discouraged a bit and later gave him a smile. "Alright, I'm heading to Bailey's street, 107 avenue. I don't really know the house but I guess I'll figure it out when we get there." I told him as soon as I entered his car.
• The car's engine revved and he drove off. He was my new neighbor but he was trying to get so close to me, I didn't want to become attached to him because of the way I was betrayed by my ex-husband.
• I didn't want to repeat the same mistake that got me divorced. He wanted a child and I lost my child, he made my life miserable and I had to divorce him.
• He stayed in Texas while I relocated to New York and became a CEO of a publishing company. Our romance wasn't that deep, I would say it was based on desires. He wanted a child and I wanted happiness, I actually wanted real love and affection.
• He made me feel like trash even when I knew I was something, I didn't want to go through that stress and path again with a man. No, I couldn't even bring myself to love any man. I should have listened to Daniel when he warned me about Henry.
• My family also warned me about him but I was foolishly blinded by love that I didn't even know I was married to myself. "Fuck you, I was calling your name and you didn't even answer." Fred's loud voice jerked me back to reality.
• "Believe me when I say I didn't know you were calling me," I paused and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry." I apologized sincerely.
• "You're thinking again, right?" He inquired, curiosity and concern lacing his voice.
• I nodded. "There's a lot of things to think about, this life's probably fucked up and the people we're supposed to trust end up betraying us."
• "You were married before?" He asked me
• I narrowed my eyes at him, surprised by how he knew. "Yeah, how did you know?"
• "I saw the picture of a young and handsome man in your parlour and reckoned he was your husband."
• "My parlour?"
• Was he playing tricks here? How did he get into my parlor?
• He chuckled softly. "You came back home at night, you were drunk and I couldn't just leave you outside your door. I had to help you and take you inside."
• My eyes widened in shock and amusement. "Wait, I actually did remember seeing myself on my bed the next day, I was even surprised on how I got there."
• He smiled charmingly and slowed down for pedestrians to cross to the other side of the road. He continued driving when they'd all passed. "I'm a caring man." He praised himself with a grin.
• "Maybe you are," I muttered, humor in my voice. "And you? You aren't married, why?"
• He still focused on driving but managed to steal a few glances at me. "No, I don't think I'm ready for relationships, it comes with a lot of problems and stress. I'm not ready to be a father or a boyfriend"
• His point was valid but I figured out that he probably had a secret and was scared of telling me. "Are you alright?" I asked as soon as I noticed his sad expression.
• "My aunt died as a result of marriage issues, she died because her husband killed her with his insults and annoying behavior. He would beat her at every slight mistake and I wasn't ready to see that, I don't want to be in a relationship," he paused and looked at me. "I just want hook-ups and sex." He added quickly with a smirk.
• "I'm really sorry for reminding you, I hope you aren't offended."
• He shook his head and suddenly pulled to a stop in front of a big house. "So what are you doing in this dangerous street?"
• "What do you mean dangerous?" I asked him, my heart beating slowly.
• "Just kidding." He answered and I heaved a sigh of relief.
• For a second, I thought my heart wasn't working again. "I'm here to see the mafia leader."
• His brows furrowed. "Henry?"
• No, that nigga wasn't answering the same name with my ex-husband. Was this a sign from the..... I stopped halfway because I wasn't ready to even get back with him. "Alright, so where's his house?" I asked him.
• "You're right in front of his house." He answered and I came down from the car and thanked him for a ride.
• I watched him drive up and faced the house. As soon as I knocked on the door, I heard a little noise from inside and the door was slightly pushed open.
• A girl walked out of the house and smiled at me. I recognized her to be 'Kelly' who wanted me to be her friend.