Resisting A Cocky Billionaire

Chapter 40

I manage to walk downstairs, my ribs throbbing in pain. I fall on the couch, assessing the reddish handprints Yousuf left on my wrist.

"Subuhanallah!" I breathe out roughly. My eyes shift to the right just in time to catch the white paper on the table. I reach for it with shaking hands. Opening it, I swallow the lump in my throat.

Leave before I get back or things could get pretty ugly.

Packing my stuffs, I call Aliyah. In twenty minutes, a taxi pulls up at the front gate and I get in.

"What happened dear?" She asks, her hands caressing mine.

"It's over. He hates me." I simply say trying my best to keep the tears in. She doesn't ask anymore questions but buries my head in her chest as I breathe in her sweet chocolate fruity smell.

Aliyah's home was pretty cosy, maroon and silver ran across the house, basically everything was either maroon, silver, white or black. Beautiful if you ask me, she was never the one for light colours like pink and yellow. I would have stayed and appreciated it more if I wasn't heartbroken and my ribs didn't hurt like hell.

I lay with my back flat on the bed, massaging the area that deeply hurts. Raising my head up, I find Aliyah typing on her phone.

"Dammit he's not picking!" She curses and looks at me with a frown.

"Mind if I crash in for some time before I get my place."

"Of course not, but you have to do the dishes. Cos I know you, you eat like a pig." She folds her arms.

I let out a little laugh. "Now that's not true."

"Baby it's. You hungry?"

"Are you trying to make me do the dishes?" I raise a brow up in demand.

Placing her hand on her chin, she pretends to be deep in thoughts. "Oh yes, is it working?"

"Definitely... I'm starving."

She leaves and later returns with PP juice, jollof couscous and egg sauce.

"Hmm... yummy." I start digging out when she places it next to me.

"Calm down caveman, the food isn't going anywhere."

"This tastes so good." I moan as I take a spoon of the jollof couscous. "Laiba brought it for you?"

"Yeah, she's working in some fashion company in Africa, can't remember the name though. Although Fatima came here for some business stuffs. Laiba said she preferred working there."

Laiba and Fatima are Aliyah's younger twin sisters. They both had smooth chocolate skin with amazing brownish green eyes. While Fatima was very quiet and gentle, Laibal was fearless; always taking risks and being free.

The pain in my ribs suddenly hits me hard, making me groan and clutch my sides in pain. "What's wrong?" Aliyah freaks out and comes to my side, raising my sweater up. Her eyes widen in surprise as she stares at the large reddish bruise now swollen where I had hit the floor.

"Laa 'ilaaha 'illallaah. How did this happen? Let's go to the hospital, fast!"

"It's okay, I'm really exhausted. I want to sleep. Don't worry it would fade soon." I say as I lay back.

"He did this to you right?" She asks.

My head falls in response.

"I'll be back, lay down and get some sleep." I simply nod as she leaves the room hurriedly.

I ignore the pain and try my best to sleep as she said. It's hard though, love is.

The next few weeks flew quickly. My beloved best friend complained of me literally doing nothing which was a lie. I did watch TV, that's something right?