Married to my celebrity Cru

Chapter 1

“Who did you say you're going on a date with?”

I froze.

Ice of all people should know that I can't go on a date with anyone other than Michael.

“Is that really a question?” I narrowed my eyes at her.

She shrugged and went on with folding some of her clothes into her tote bag and cared less about how unreasonable her question sounded.

I shook my head and moved closer to her. “How do I look?”

She raised her head with a smile,

“Michael does not know how lucky he is to have someone as beautiful as you are in his life.”

I smiled.

“Please, Ice. I'm the lucky one here.”

“Because he helps you out with your bills? That's his responsibility, girl.”

“And he wouldn't be jailed if he decided not to fund my mum's hospital bills or pay Emjay’s tuition fees or…”

“That's enough,” she cut in, rolling her eyes. “He's doing all that doesn't mean you're indebted to him.”

“I didn't say that. I just wanted to know how I looked.”

“You look amazing, as always,” she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I glanced at the mirror again, running my fingers through my wavy, ginger hair which ran down my back. My short silky gown hugged my broad thighs at the same time highlighting my snatched waist and chest peaches.

I smiled as I reminisced on how Michael would rip this red fabric off me like he always does, and I couldn't help but crave another experience tonight. Our third anniversary is in a month, more reason why we are meeting tonight, so we can make plans towards it before he leaves the country again.

I sighed.

“Dating a traveller ain't easy.”

My phone beeped as a notification from Michael popped up.

“I'm sorry, my love. I'm on my way to an important meeting. Let's meet tomorrow instead. Love you”

I hissed and tossed the phone on the bed then threw myself beside it.

“Don't tell me you've changed your mind about going to meet Michael,” Ice said as she walked out of the bathroom, her white towel wrapped tightly on her chest.

“He cancelled,” I replied, leaning down to pull off my shoes.

“Did he say why?”

“Impromptu meeting but we will meet tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow?” Her voice skyed.

“Yeah. At least it's not going to be a week or a month.”

“Yeah,” she nodded and walked towards the closet.

“So, wouldn't you spend the night with me? You can go to your mum's tomorrow.”

She looked at me, her lips upside down and pouted.

“I wish I could, Priscy. But my mum won't accept any excuse from me, you know that.”

I stared at her, silent.

“Yeah, I do.” I lay back on the bed. “I'll be fine.”

“Sure you will. Just eat and get some sleep and it would be a new day by the time you wake up, then you can go see the love of your life.”

I sighed. It's barely seven P.M. how am I supposed to sleep by this time?

Ice dressed up and stepped out just in time before the idea of surprising Michael tomorrow popped into my head. It's been a while since I gave him a surprise, and I can't wait to see the shock on his face when he gets back from work tomorrow and sees that his whole house has become a fairyland.

I quickly changed into a sweatshirt and shorts and got into the supermarket across the street, carefully selecting balloons, beautiful ribbons, roses and other things that would help beautify his house.

I drove to Michael's residence to meet his living room windows illuminated with light from the room.

Michael is so fond of leaving his lights on and I've warned him severally about it.

I got out of my car and “Oh… Lord,” I muttered. I had forgotten his keys at my place.

I stared at the house, wondering if I should just break in. Just then, the lights went off. No, it wasn't a power outage because the bedroom lights eventually came on; someone was in the house. Maybe Michael’s sister, who usually comes around.

I sighed. At least I wouldn't have to drive back home to get the keys.

Hold on… it wasn't Michael's sister, it was Michael. I could see him clearly from the room's open curtains. Why would he lie to me? Probably the meeting was cancelled but he should have texted me at least.

I pulled out my bags from the car, making my way towards the house before my eyes caught something at the bedroom window… Ice.

She had Michael's arm wrapped around her waist while he nibbled her neck, at least I saw that before the lights went off.

Goosebumps covered my skin as I stood there, staring at the window like it was some kind of wishing star. My hands grew weak and I slowly let down the bags, not minding that the ground was wet due to the rain that had fallen earlier that day. I tried to pull out my phone from my purse, but my shivering fingers and weeble feet didn't help, so I made my way back to my car.

I called Michael several times and there was no reply. I wanted to call Ice but I didn't see a reason why she would respond, I mean… my own boyfriend didn't.

I packed my bags back into my car, amid heavy breaths, and drove off. My mind was blank as I struggled to keep my tears in. My palms were sweaty and my heart tightened like I would lose my breath the next minute.

I drove to a bar, but couldn't get out of the car cause the image was still playing in my head.

If I had gone into the house, I would have given Michael more reasons to rain abuses on me for not listening when he said he was going to attend a meeting. If I even tried to confront him about his affair with my so-called best friend, not only might he deny it, but he might also withdraw his support for my family.

I needed a distraction from all of these.

I turned on the car radio and it blared with

‘I've spent all of the love I saved…

We were only a losing game…’

Wrong timing and my tears gushed while I wailed.

Moments later, the music was over. I dried my tears and summoned courage to head into the bar.

Friday night, the room was bubbly with life and loud hip-hop music. I sat on the high-foot stools that were before the barman and ordered a glass of alcohol. He brought my order almost immediately and I paid before gulping half of its content.

I love Michael so much or should I say loved?

He matched everything that was on my checklist three years ago, except that he drifted away from some of those matches as our relationship grew old.

He became abusive, but Mum was of the opinion that he would grow to be less rude with his words and should be grateful that he never raised his hands at me.

The sound of glass crashing snapped me out of my thoughts.

“I'm so sorry, Miss,” a voice said softly. The voice belonged to a man who had already leaned to wipe the spilt drink off my shorts.

I got off the chair, the spilt drink was the least of my problems.

“I could get you another drink if you don't mind,” the masculine voice said and this time I looked to see the face behind it; Asher Lyon, celebrity actor and social media influencer.

Chill ran down my spine as his gaze met mine.

“Have you been crying?”