A One Night Stand With Mr. Goldman

Laurel pov

Next time, if you don’t know anything, don’t talk.

Excuse me! I said and walked out of the dining table.

When I got to the room, I sat down to calm my head.

Ever since I got married to this family, it has been from one problem to another.

I feel like I got married to this family to remove the shame they will face when the public out their first son, impregnated a club waiter,

But that is not what I wanted for myself.

I thought there was peace when you were rich.

But right now, I know it is all one imagination and ambition.

Money can buy many things but can never buy peace of mind.

Is it true that Nick is your boyfriend? Laurel said the moment he stepped inside the house.

Don’t tell me you believe what your stepmother just said down there.

I just asked you a question and here you are asking me another question.

I can’t believe you don’t believe me.

But you know what? I don’t care if you believe me or not.

Don’t forget it is not like we are seriously married.

It is just a 9-month contract.

You don’t love me, and I don’t love you either.

So there is no need for you to ask me such questions.

If you have forgotten you are just my friend and the father of my baby, that is all you don’t need to be checking me out.

The fact that I told you I would be visiting my friend doesn’t mean you should be questioning me.

If you don’t want that, then why did you tell me then?

Because I wanted to give you some respect, but since you don’t trust me and believe me, then there is no need for me to be telling you my whereabouts anymore.

I think from now on, you should be talking to your stepmother since you trust her more than me.

Women, I don’t know why you guys are so jealous.? You are even jealous of my stepmother when you know she and I are not on good terms.

I am not jealous, I am angry because you chose to believe your stepmother over me, your friend and wife.

And who said I don’t believe you?

For you to question me means you don’t believe me, don’t tell me that trash.

Alright, I’m sorry, you can go to your friend’s, but don’t forget.

No club and don’t be late.

That one, na you know.

Because I am going out, and I will come at whatever time I want to come back home.

After saying that, I took my purse and left the room.

Truth be told, I didn’t feel happy that I spoke to him in such a manner, but just that, I was angry and right now I regret it.

But, what can I do when he decides to support his stepmother, who hates him so much over me, his friend and wife?

When I got downstairs, I met her, but I ignored her and walked out of the house.

When I was out of the mansion, I decided to call Nick, so we could meet at a restaurant nearby since it was almost his break time.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Hello, Tia. He answered the phone.

Hi Nick.

How are you doing? He asked.

Am I good and you?

Am fine.

I am sorry I can’t visit you and the other club members and the club. I said to him,

Why?

Did your husband refuse you from coming here? He asked.

No, it is not like that.

If he did refuse you from coming here, then there is no problem.

You know he is your husband, and you need to respect him, right?

I know that.

He didn’t prevent me from seeing all of you guys, he prevented me from going to the club?

Ah, now I understand, so what would you do if he refused you to come?

Would that mean you can’t see us?

And who says I can’t see you guys without coming to the club?

So how then do you, in turn, see us without coming to the club because we work from Monday to Sunday and morning to evening?

If I can remember correctly, in about 30 minutes it will be you guys’ lunch break, so let’s meet at the restaurant, which is closer to the club, and you can bring the others.

Alright, we will be there even if the others don’t want to come.

I will be there.

Okay, let me start coming now.

I promise not to be late. So I won’t take up much of your break time. I said and ended the call.

How do you think you will get to the restaurant when you leave the room angry without checking if you are okay, or do you want to go there?

So your ex-co-worker will mock you and post in the newspapers and social media that Laurel Goldman doesn’t know how to take good care of his wife.

Or do you want them to say I miss behaving towards my wife because she once worked at a club?

Which of them do you think will help my enemies to use that can destroy my reputation?

What do you mean by that, Mr. Laurel Goldman

Am I lying Mrs. Goldman?

Well, Mr. Laurel Goldman, I have my money for a taxi, so there is no need for you to worry about yourself.

Hahaha! hahaha! haha!

Can you hear yourself speak, how can you stand in front of me to disgrace me or don’t you know what you just said is a disgrace to my personality?

How is taking a taxi a disgrace to you?

Woman, can you hear yourself speak?

I know you have been from a poor locality for a long time, but that doesn’t mean you should have a poor brain too.

Excuse me! Are you just trying to get me angry at the moment?

No, I just ask you a question. And it’s not a useless question that I asked.

I had to ask because no woman in the right frame of mind would take a taxi to go visit her friends when the woman is the wife of a rich man like me.

While her husband has several cars parked in the garage of the house.

And as if that is not enough, she wants to go to a restaurant with her poor friends who will pay the bills.

Because they will not see you there and pay for their meals.

After what he just said, then I knew indeed I had a poor brain.

Because if indeed I go empty-handed, girls would laugh at me, especially if Caroline follows Nick to that restaurant.

I was about to go back inside the house to get some cash from the remaining money he gave me the last time, but I was stopped by him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

There is no need for you to go inside.