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Married To Mr Popular (Rude and grumpy) Episode 33 – 34

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💞Married To
Mr Popular💄
(Rude and grumpy)
By: Faith Lucky.

Bethel’s Pov:
“Ryan” I called tenderly, still standing behind him.

He kept mute and next, I went to stand in front of him.

“Fine! I’m sorry, okay? I promise you, I’ll stay away from Jackson. I’ll never see him or talk to him ever again. I’ll avoid him like you asked me to. And…I promise, I’ll never do anything to make you mad again. Just forgive me this once” I rushed my words, not thinking twice.

Did I just say I’ll never do anything to make him mad again?

He kept silent for a while and finally stood up with his laptop and surprisingly, he started towards the door.

What? Is he really walking away?

I rushed to him immediately and held him by the wrist, making him stop.

“Come on, Ryan; I said I’m sorry” I said with a sting of conscience and he slowly took his eyes to my hand on his wrist.

Oh, my!
That was when it occurred to me – that was the first time I was holding him that way.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Bethel” he looked into my eyes and said and fred his hand from mine.

Then, he walked out of the room.

I watched in astonishment and stared blankly at the door.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain across my chest.

Why was Ryan being that cold hearted? So, the rumours were true? He always found it difficult to forgive?

But why? Why does this have to happen to me?

I sat weakly on the bed and buried my face in my palm. I never thought I could be this affected by a guy’s silence towards me.

Oh, Bethel.

I sniffed and lifted my head from my palms and surprisingly, I found some liquids on it.

What?

I touched my face and noticed some liquid really streaming down my cheeks.

Oh, God! Don’t tell me I’ve been crying!

#Next_morning.


As expected, Ryan didn’t return to the room last night even after I stayed up till 12 a.m to be sure.

I woke up, feeling really buggered and sluggishly got ready for school.

I went downstairs and joined the family for breakfast and throughout the while, Ryan didn’t even show up at all.

I picked at my food and when I was done, I went outside to the parking lot where my driver was already waiting for me.

The thought of Ryan being mad at me kept flashing through my mind throughout the boring drive to school. How do I get him to forgive me?

Gosh! I never knew this guy could be this angry. If I had been the one who was offended by him, there’s no way I’d have stayed mad at him for this long.

I plainted pathetically until the driver finally got to the school building and I morosely came out of car.

I walked absent mindedly to class and bumped into someone along the way

Oh, God!

Huh? It was Nicole. Geez.
I didn’t even notice.

“Hey! Are you alright?” She asked, surprised at the way I was looking like a ghost.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry” I replied, enfeebled.

“Well…I was waiting for you. Come on, let’s go to class” she said and we continued on our way to class, staying silent for a while.

“Hold on, Bethel; are you seriously affected by Ryan’s cold treatment?” She finally spitted out.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“This isn’t you, Bethel. Oh, my God! You’re falling for him!” She exclaimed and I glared at her.

“Will you stop being so dramatic? I’m not falling for him, okay? I just don’t want him to stay mad at me”.

“Hmph. We’ve been friends for far too long, Bethel. And I think I know everything about you already. I can tell when you’re crushing on someone”.

“Whatever” I mumbled.

“Well, you know I wouldn’t really blame you. I mean, Ryan is charming and all that. And its okay if you fall for him.
Anyways, don’t worry, girlfriend. I’m sure your prince charming will come around” she stated and I just rolled my eyes – weakly.

We got to the class and took our seats and I noticed the Shirley girl didn’t even show up in school that day.
Well, that was the least of my problems.
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I didn’t say anything to Nicole throughout the rest of the morning and even when it was lunch time, I didn’t go with her to the canteen.
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Hours Later.
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The school finally came to a close and I went home to get to get ready for marriage classes.

Yeah, I needed to attend. But, I wasn’t so sure of Ryan anyway.

When I got home, stunning enough, Ryan wasn’t even at home. His mother said he was busy at the studio, but of course, I knew he was just trying to avoid me.

I went ahead to eat and take my bath and afterwards, I left for the marriage classes.
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I walked into the class sullenly and took a seat at the back.

“Hello ma’am Bethel” the counselor acknowledged my presence.

All I did was smile.

“Uh…is Mr Ryan on his way?” She asked and I simply shook my head.

“O…kay” she said with a suspicious stare and continued with the class.
It was obvious I didn’t want to talk and she probably figured it out.

My body was the only thing present in the class cause my entire mind was not.
I didn’t even know the topic for the day.

I wonder what people must be thinking – coming alone without Ryan. Why’s that guy so hard hearted?

After what seemed like forever, the class finally came to an end and everybody started dispatching. But I stayed behind.

“Ma’am Bethel” the counselor called as she walked up to me.

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

I sighed and sat up

“I’m fine, ma’am. Just stressed out” I replied and stood up with my bag.

I smiled fraily at her and turned around to leave. But suddenly, I paused and turned back to her again.
She was still staring at me.

“Um…if you wouldn’t mind, can I ask you a question?” I asked and it was just as if that was what she was waiting for.

“Sure- of course. Feel free” she replied.

I took in a deep breath and batted my lashes.

“Um…what would you do when your spouse is really really mad at you and doesn’t want to forgive you?” I asked and she rose her brows.

“Oh” she mouthed and scoffed.

“What kind of offense actually?” She asked and the thought flitted through my mind.

I couldn’t tell her he caught my ex kissing me.

“He um…its a very big offense, actually. But I’m hoping he’ll forgive me. I’ve tried apologizing to him, but he wouldn’t even look at me anymore” I said bitterly.

“Well, have you tried the weak point bonus?” She smiled and I stared grimly at her.

“The weak point?” I repeated with a crumpled look.
“What weak point?”

“Come on, Bethel. Every man’s weak point.

“Have you tried using s3x?” She added in a whisper and I flinched.

What?


 

Episode 34

By: Faith Lucky.

Bethel’s Pov:
“Have you tried using s3x?” She added in a whisper and I flinched.

What?
My eyes dilated in dismay. What the hell did she just say?

“S…S3x?’ I stuttered.

“Of course, Bethel. If you try using it on him, I’m sure it’ll soften his heart and make him forgive you. He might actually end up being the one to beg you” she paused and laughed, while it just sounded ridiculous to me.

“S3x is the weak point of most men, Bethel” she continued.
“And it might probably be his as well. It drives them nut and they find it pretty hard to resist. So, maybe you should try it out”.

I scoffed and blinked rapidly.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t use that on him” I stated.

“Huh? But why?” She inquired and I sighed.

“You know what? Never mind. Thanks a lot for your time; I really appreciate”.

“Are you…”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine please. I’ll just be on my way now” I said hurriedly with a smile and finally left.

I heaved a huge sigh of relief as I left the class.

Gosh! That was unbelievable. How one earth does she expect me to seduce Ryan? Something I couldn’t even do when mum had threatened me.

I shook my head and as I got into my ride and the driver took off immediately.

I placed my head on my chin and kept thinking. How else will I apologize to Ryan? How do I get his forgiveness? Why’s that boy being so stubborn and hard hearted. No wonder Hannah had warned me to avoid getting on his bad side.

Gosh.

My phone started ringing and I checked and discovered it was Jackson calling. What the heck? Why’s he calling me?

I ended the call immediately – angrily. He’s the reason I’m in this mess and he’s trying to call me. I wonder why he had to kiss me that night.

I rolled my eyes and stared through the window. He started calling again and this time around, I switched off the phone. I was so mad at him and really didn’t want to talk to him at that moment.

What if he gets me into more trouble with Ryan?

We finally got home and the driver drove through the gate and headed for the parking lot to park.
As he did, I looked through the window and saw something stunning.

I saw Ryan by the pool with some…people – boys and girls. They looked familiar and seemed to be celebrities as well.

They were sitting by the pool, drinking and making merriment. A speaker was there and a loud music was playing from it while some of the ladies danced crazily to it. Was this a party or what?

I looked at Ryan and saw something that left me speechless.
No; it couldn’t be true.

I waited for the driver to stop the car and I opened the door and stepped out as soon as he did.

Then, I stood and stared at Ryan.
What?

A lady was sitting on his legs, twerking and wining for him.

What the hell?

I stood, gobsmacked, and watched in bewilderment. Was that for real?

I was standing a bit far from them, but he saw me and as soon as he did, he placed his hands on the lady’s exposed tummy, making her giggle and twerk the more.

I felt my eyes become watery as I stared at them. Was he doing this to make me jealous or what?

I sniffed and started walking away immediately.

“Hold on; isn’t that your wife?” I heard one of them ask, but didn’t wait to hear the response as I hastened my steps and ran into the house.

I ran pass the sitting room and took the stairs immediately, the stairs groaning as I clumped on them.

I got into the room and whacked the door closed and immediately, plonked myself on the bed. And for the first time in a long time, I wept.

I wept so bitterly like a baby, covering my face in my palm.

It hurt – it hurt so badly, I could feel my heart being pierced.

Although it was crazy, but I had to admit it – I was jealous; so jealous like I’ve never been in my entire life. Why was he doing that to me?

Why was he this cruel?

Oh,God! I never thought someone could make me this jealous – someone like him.

And I don’t care if it meant I was having feelings for him, but the fact remains I was jealous and seeing him being so playful with someone else tore me apart.

I continue crying and sniveling. I felt so bittered. It was more like a betrayal. Was he trying to get back at me? But I already apologized to him. Does he want me to kill myself before he finally forgives? What else does he want? Or does he wanna stay mad at me forever?

I cried for a long time until the door opened and I lifted my face from my palm to see him coming in.

I sniffed and stood up to face him immediately.

“What? What’re you doing here? Huh? Are you beloved friends gone?” I whimpered, forgetting the fact I was still crying.

He stopped walking and stared at me.

“Tell me, is your side chick gone? Come on, you can go on and pick one of the maids and continue with your ego.
Don’t stop. Don’t even bother coming back to the room. Just go on and continue flirting! Go on and get lost!” I cried angrily and turned around to leave, but stopped and turned back to him again.

“Was it really necessary, huh?” I winced, not yelling anymore, but still crying.

“I understand I hurt you. I know I shouldn’t have done that; but making me jealous – was it really necessary?

“I’ve apologized to you already. I’ve tried all I could to make you see how sorry I am. What else do you want me to do? Even Jesus Christ forgave you for your sins. So, why’re you finding it so difficult to do same to me? Why do you have to be this cruel even to your own wife?”

I paused and squeezed my eyes. That was the first time I was crying in front of a guy.

I shot him one last stare as he watched me silently. And then,I scuttled out of the room.

Lana’s Pov:
I went downstairs to the sitting room and found someone at the wine bar.

It was a lady who’s head was rested on the table.

I drew close and discovered it was Bethel.
Huh?

She laid her head on the table and was obviously sleeping.

I noticed almost an empty bottle of wine in front of her. Has she been drinking?

I tapped her, but she didn’t respond. She was obviously drunk and fast asleep.
Gosh! Does Bethel drink? She doesn’t look like one to me.

I sighed and was about walking away to get someone to take her to the room when I turned and saw Ryan standing behind me.

“Oh!” I gasped, being a bit startled.

He glanced at me and took his eyes to Bethel.

“She um…I found her this way. I think she’s drunk” I replied to the quizzical look on his face.

“Hold on; I’ll just get some of the guards to bring her to the room” I added and tried walking away.

“Don’t worry” he called back my attention.
“I’ll do it myself”.

I rose my brows in surprise and watched as he walked to where she was and lifted her head gently from the table.

He made her fall back in his arms and that way, he carried her up in a bridal style.

“Wow” I mouthed to myself as I watched him climb up the stairs with her.

💋Ryan’s Pov:💋
I walked into the room with her and laid her on the bed. She was so fast asleep and only adjusted as I did.

I sat next to her on the bed and watched into her face. Her words to me a while ago nibbled at me and left an indelible expression.
I can’t believe she actually cried in front of me.

I cracked and brushed her hair away from her face.

Well, it wasn’t my fault. Seeing her kiss Jackson that night really tore me apart. Even if it wasn’t intentional, I still wondered why she was with him that late at night – considering the fact I had asked her to stay away from him.
It made me feel she still cared about him and wanted to be with him.
I hate sharing what’s mine.

And even when she apologized, I still felt mad at her. Well, I couldn’t help it.
It was part of my temperament. I get so angry and find it hard to forgive.

Its actually took me a lot not to hurt her. And that was the reason I didn’t want to be around her.

But with everything that happened a while ago, it got me stunned.

I smiled and looked into her face and shocking enough, I found a tear rolling down her eye.

What? Don’t tell me she’s crying in her sleep??

“I told him I’m sorry” she muttered tearfully with her eyes still closed.

I looked at her and felt like slapping my head. Why do I always get so jealous?

I carefully cleaned off the tear from her cheek and arranged her hair properly. I felt so sorry I had to make her cry. I hope I never have to.

I planted a kiss on her forehead and laid on the bed to sleep beside her.

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