It's over!

When they were spent, he didn't even stay to cuddle her like he normally does. He sat up, picked a cigarette and lighter from the nightstand, and started smoking, then he went to the bathroom, and came out after some time without the cigarette.

"Tunde are you still not going to talk to me?" Abby asked, deeply hurt by his actions.

"Talk about what?! It doesn't really matter anymore." He replied coldly.

What was there to talk about? Everything is already settled. It has been established that he cannot live happily without her in his life. He brought her back so they could talk about their relationship if he could still call it that.

He wanted to be openly angry with her so she would know how badly her cheating on him hurt. He wanted to look in her eyes and ask her why... Maybe, she would have a reason logical enough for him... As if there could ever be a logical reason for cheating.

They haven't even talked. The plan was to be angry with her for goodness sake... Instead, he found himself pinning her to the wall and making wild, passionate love to her. It was so upsetting! Why couldn't he keep his hands to himself!? Why couldn't he be angry with her without feeling miserable about it!? She cheated! She should be miserable, not him! What the fuck kind of stronghold does she have over him!?

He went to the bathroom to smoke and calm himself down. He wanted to pound on something so bad. He needed his boxing bag but didn't want to leave her by herself.

"It doesn't really matter anymore!?" Abby asked towards him and her heart sank."

She was pained. Did he bring me here just to have his way with me!? Why am I being punished for something that never even happened? She loved Tunde. Her life has been miserable in these past few days without him in it, and more misery awaits her if they did not settle their differences. It's just that he's so damn stubborn and hard-hearted!

Something was telling her to beg him... Grovel if need be. She looked at him and saw he was wearing the stoic expression that always made him look like his features were set in stone. She would rather go back to her hostel, lock her door and cry her eyes out, than beg, knowing fully well that he would reject her. What could be more painful than his outright rejection of her?

"Okay, I'll be on my way then." She made an attempt to leave the bed but he stopped and held her down by her hands

"You will be on your way only when I'm done with you... Right now, it seems my appetite is insatiable. I'm not done fucking you." He looked at her with disdain, and that mocking smile that she hated so much.

"I will fuck you till I exorcise myself of whatever hold you have on me Abby, and then you can leave."

His mouth was running away from him again when he should be settling things with her. Communicate and compromise like Lekan advised. Just that all the discussions he had with Lekan had long since flown out of his brain.

'Who am I deceiving? How do you exorcise yourself off a woman that had already taken root in your heart!?' He painfully thought to himself. He truly loved her, but he couldn't just move past the fact that she cheated on him. He could forgive but was finding it difficult to forget.

Abby managed to yank her hand free from his clutch and angrily gave him a resounding slap across the face. How dare he talk to her in such a manner and with such demeaning words

"What do you take me for?" She asked angrily. Annoyed by what he said.

He didn't even flinch as hard as the slap was, instead he chuckled dryly. "Did you know what you just did, my little hellcat, is called domestic violence?"

"Call it whatever you want, I don't care anymore... We are over! I'm done with you!" She furiously said to him.

"We are not over until I said we are, get that into your head, okay?" He said stoically, the annoying smile was now wiped off his face.

"What!? She exclaimed and gave a short laugh. This is so unbelievable! You're going to keep me here against my will!?"

"Watch me!" He simply replied.

"Oh, I see!... Olatunde Paul Beckley, I know you're crazy but as crazy as you are, I'd still like to see you try and keep me here against my will. Now get off me!" She forcefully pushed him away and got up. Her eyes welled up with the usual annoying tears. She just had to get away from him, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.

"Yes, I'm crazy!... And who's fault is that!?... Yours! You're fucking driving me crazy!?" He shouted angrily, following behind her. "Mind telling me, what you were looking for when you dressed like that to the club?"

He repeated the dress question again. The damn dress accentuated her curves, making it visible to every tom, dick, and harry.

"Dressed like what!?" She shouted back with irritation. What's wrong with the way I was dressed?"

"Everything is wrong with it! You don't wear such flimsy, rubbish to a club with another man when you're already in love with someone. You just don't!"

"There he goes again"

"There he goes again!? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"There you go again with the jealousy, mistrust, and ridiculous conclusions. What was I supposed to wear to a club? Bathrobe!?... Why am I even explaining myself to you!?... You already broke up with me so what I do with my life shouldn't be your damn business!" She screamed in his face and turned to leave

'Coming here was a mistake.' She thought to herself while walking to the dressing room. When she was done dressing, she grabbed her suitcase and started hastily, cramming her clothes into it, leaving the ones he bought for her behind.

Finally, she was done packing, picked her suitcase by the handle, and dragged it to the door where she found him blocking her way out, looking dangerous with his arms folded in front of his massive chest