CHAPTER 38

When I was 12, I had traveled to stay with my aunt and her family, and eventually, I was put in school. I instantly fell in love with the school and the friends I had made there, so when it was time to leave, I didn’t want to leave. My aunty said they could keep me for a few months extra since I didn’t want to leave, I was very happy that my aunty suggested that, and I even begged her so I could just make it into a year, the woman agreed because she loved me so much. Later into the year, my aunty and her children were forced back to Nigeria saying they were illegal immigrants. I had traveled for a field trip with my friend and her family, her mother loved me. When I got back home, the house was empty, my uncle was nowhere to be found, and I later found out that he divorced her and my cousins back to Nigeria as criminals. I cried so much, but I knew I couldn’t stay in the house, knowing anything could happen to me. I had searched the whole house for my documents and when I found them, I put them in the house with some clothes and some money my aunty had kept in a safe. I guess she forgot to take it with her.

I ran back to my friend’s house and told her mother that my aunty and her family had an accident and I needed her to help me enroll in a new school where I’d take up a new name and start afresh. Mrs. Joseph, my friend at the time, Silvia’s mother, went as far as taking me to another state and got me a small house, then told me she’d send child protection services to come to get me. I ran away from child protection services and hid in a diner where I worked for shelter and food as the old owners of the place were nice, and they believed all my lies, it was then I told them I picked up the fake name. I skipped school for two years and begged Mr. Aaron to enroll me in school where I met Stephen and Emilia. I had to take up a new identity and a new character so I wouldn’t be found, and no one found me. I spent my entire time in high school trying to find ways to cover my tracks. When I was sure I could never be found, I started living freely. Sadly, the owners of the diner died when I got into college. I couldn’t take over their diner because didn’t know the first thing about running the place.

I spent years trying to cover up my tracks and Sarah Callaway scattered all my tracks in barely an hour.

Reeves stayed pacing back and forth, trying to think of ways to let this pass, but nothing was working. Sarah had paid the officers a hefty amount of money and got evidence of the payment, and she threatened to get them fired if they didn’t deport me. Reeves didn’t stop calling people, trying to pull strings and make strings to pull, but I think the universe joined hands with Sarah as they were working against me. It was the first time I had seen Reeves this agitated and anxious. It felt like if he stayed still, I’d disappear. He kept telling me to calm down after I had sunk into the floor when I read the content of the letter and how I had a total of five days to go back to Nigeria. I didn’t want to go back because I knew there was nothing there for me.

When I got back to school, I had found a way to call my family in Nigeria to tell them I was alive and fine, but they weren’t really happy to hear I was fine. My mother had said the harshest words to me, telling me it was my fault that my aunty was deported and that I was a witch. She warned me, yelled at me, and told me never to call back, that I was dead to the whole family. I cried so much, mostly because I wanted to go back home, but I had to make an effort to stay because I was dead to them at home.

I had enough money to start multiple businesses back in Nigeria, and I could talk to Jared to let me keep my job since it’s not like location mattered much. I tried to talk to Reeves, to let him know that I didn’t mind going back to Nigeria since it’s been a while since I left, but Reeves wasn’t having it. He didn’t want me accommodating the idea of being deported. I tried to let him know that we didn’t have that much of a choice but the man wasn’t having it.

Even as I boarded my flight back home, Reeves was aggravated, he hated that I was comfortable with leaving him, but I wasn’t. I just wanted to leave, so Sarah could sleep well with half of her husband’s property, the one I lied in court so she could get.

Nigeria had been to me just the way I expected it to be, it was hot and different, and it felt very foreign to me, it didn’t feel like home, my home. I kept in touch with Reeves and we spoke every day, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to have him hold me in the way only he knew how. I wanted to hear him whisper sweet nothings into my ears, I wanted to have him fuck me slowly and make me cum multiple times, just like he did. I missed Reeves so much, much more than I thought I would.

Jared had agreed to let me work from Nigeria with Reeves's help. No, he didn’t know I was in Nigeria, Reeves had told him we were going on a vacation and I didn’t want to stop working. So far, everything was working out nicely, I couldn’t contact my family members in any way, I didn’t even know where to find them, or maybe I did, I just wasn’t interested in finding them. They already declared me dead, so there wasn’t much to them. I knew that if they knew how rich I had become, they’d probably want me back so I could help them in some way… financially, and I couldn’t be bothered by that, I had more pressing matters. Pressing matters like how I couldn’t reach Reeves for hours in any way. I gave up trying to call him, hoping that he’d get back to me in some way.

A few hours later I got a message from Reeves asking me what hotel I said I was staying at, I sent him a long paragraph about how I had been trying to reach him for hours and the first thing he could ask me is the name of the hotel I was staying at. Reeves dismissed the lengthy message and asked about the hotel again. I replied to him and went back to his attitude and how it wasn’t fair to me that he was being dismissive about my feelings. Reeves didn’t bother reading the message. The next I heard of him, he told me he was in the hotel I was at, and I should come to get him. I thought it was a joke until I ran out of my room to see Reeves standing at the reception with a small trolley bag and a wide smile plastered on his sexy face. All my anger dissolved at the sight of the man, I was so happy he was here, however, he made it, I didn’t know or care, my baby was here with me, and that’s all that mattered to me.