Chapter 6 Maddison Birthday Party

• I was walking in the sunshine. This was undoubtedly the best holiday of my life. Xander spoiled me, showing me love, attention, and toe-curling sex. I have domestic staff at my beck call, and every single thing I ask for, I got.
• It was beyond amazing, and I felt like sharing my joy with someone.
• However, since I was bound by Xander's privacy rules, I couldn't mention our relationship to anyone, not even my roommate. Even if I had a best friend I could confide in, I still lack the word to adequately describe my experience. I was simply beyond anything I could have imagined. It felt like I made it.
• I spent most of my quiet time lost in my thoughts. I started imagining getting married to Xander. Yes. It was no longer a struggle to call him Xander. I could imagine calling him Mr. Xander ever again, and certainly not Mr. Durodola. He was Xander to me, and he was my all. He was my world. I had since abandoned the guest room downstairs and now shared his bedroom. So the way I saw it, the next logical step would be to make it permanent.
• The holidays flew by fast, and soon I was a few days away. It was on Saturday and I was to return to school on Sunday morning to resume the new semester. I had no plans for my birthday, I was too consumed with living my best life to be bothered about celebrating it.
• The day came, and I wasn't surprised to find myself alone in bed. Whenever I overslept, Xander never woke me up. He allowed me to sleep. Well, he was usually the one who kept me up all night, unable to get his hands off me. I headed for a shower immediately, I put on a shirt and a pair of jeans. I was brushing and admiring my lush, gorgeous wave, I had a knock on the door. I went to open it.
• "Loucas good morning."
• "Good morning, ma, please come downstairs, Mr. Xander wants to see you."
• I quickly fixed my hair and jogged downstairs. My eyes widened at the sight of the dining table.
• "Good morning my love," I said as I pulled into a hug. What is all this for? Are we celebrating my birthday?"
• He opened my palm and lay the keys in it.
• "Go outside. The first thing you lay your eyes on is yours.
• My heart began to beat faster. It couldn't be what I was thinking, could it?" I didn't dare hope.
• I opened the door, and the first thing I saw was a white Toyota Camry with a red ribbon on it. A giant balloon tied to the mirror had "Happy Birthday!" On it. I screamed and screamed, and tears rolled down my face. It was unbelievable; in a matter of months, I had gone from nothing to something. I was just 20 years old with a car and millions in my account. I turned around and flew into the arms of Xander who had followed me outside and was standing there, smiling. I kissed him passionately.
• "Thank you so much! thank you, thank you!" I said between kisses. We spent the rest of the day eating, drinking, and making love, and I kept running outside every couple of hours to look at my new car. Xander just laughed.
• "You won't be going to school tomorrow," he said. "You need to learn how to drive, so we will use this week to get it done."
• The following days, he assigned Mason to me as my driving instructor and asked to make sure I learned to drive perfectly in a week, as he didn't want me to miss another week in school.
• "A week?" he asked. Isn't that too short?"
• "Don't worry, I trust Mason. And I trust you," Xander said, planting a kiss on my forehead.
• Xander was right. By the end of the week, I had learned how to drive perfectly. I returned my brand-new car. Cars were not allowed for students, but Xander had bribed one of the hostel porters to protect me from getting into trouble. Frankly, I didn't need a car because I lived in a dorm but that didn't matter.
• I drove my car to class every day, and within a week, had become the most popular person in school. Everyone wanted to be my friend. My roommate started kissing my ass, and everyone started being extra nice to me. I relished the attention my success brought to me. I basked in it all. A few weeks after school resumed, I opened an Instagram account, and that was when everything changed. I was pretty and I had a nice car at a young age, so many people were drawn to me, and my popularity brought me a lot of Instagram followers.
• It wasn't long before I started leaving school with excitement. The porters made the process easy for me. All I had to do was bribe them and I was out. The month went by fast, and before the semester ended it had become routine.
• I started skipping classes, sleeping in after partying all night and often nursing a hangover. Soon, it became clear that I had no idea where my mates were academically, and my roommate was appalled.
• They found it hard to caution me because we were now a world apart, and I was really in the room with them. I was mixing with girls 5-7 years older than l was, and it was easy to blend in because we were on the same level financially. I found a best friend in Harper, the only person in my new circle who was close to my age.
• Three years older than me, she was also popular, beautiful, and got a lot of attention. She made me her right-wing right-wingmediately, and we went everywhere together, slaying and partying. Soon after, she introduced me to weed.
• My relationship with Xander had deteriorated terribly. I only called him when I needed money, and he never said no. I was living my life for the gram, and the lifestyle consumed me. Most of the time, I was either high or drunk. I had zero interest in academics. As if things couldn't get any worse, I missed my second-semester examination because I was busy partying. That was when I decided to take advice from my new best friend and dropped out of school. Harper had already done so herself and started a business.
• The day I told Xander I missed my examination and I wanted to drop out was the worst day of my life. I waited for his two weeks off, and I went to his house to see him. He already knew our relationship was no longer what it used to be, but he was shocked when I explained that I could no longer cope in school.