His Major Obsession

Nathaniel 

I looked at the guy sitting right next to me. This is shit; this man is the last person I could think my parents would want to match me with. so boring and ugly.

"Sweetie, do you need anything?" he asked, and I felt like hitting him for calling me that.

"Did I really need anything? Nope, maybe yes, but not from you," I reply angrily.

"You are too full of yourself; I don't know why I don't like girls like you. I am done with this date," he thundered, standing on his feet.

I glared at him for a while and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, you must be really disappointed. I don't like you either; in fact, you disperse me. You are an ugly. Monkey, would be a better way to describe you, Mr. Date, "I said mockingly and smiled to myself.

He took his car key and left angrily. This is really cool.

I closed my eyes, remembering what was going to happen.

I knew that today wasn't going to be a good day. This is my fourth date, and I messed up again. That man I call father will screw me alive .

"Whatever, I can bear that," I let out angrily, then I realised people were staring. I bit my teeth for the umpteenth time before leaving for my car. What car was I talking about? That idiot was the one who brought me here. How do I get home now? Maybe I will just pass a call across to my driver; I was about to do that when my dad call came in. Speak of the devil. I muster up,  and resorted to pick the call. 

 I took a deep breath as I plugged in my earbuds.

"Nathaniel, where are you?"His croaky voice asked, My head became empty, as did my stomach. I didn't know how to answer him.

"Dad, please calm down; it's not what you think." That was the only word I could gather.

"The driver will be there to pick you up," he shrieked, and he ended the call. I realised I was doomed. I nervously put my phone inside my handbag.

Then my mind went back to him. He has always been there for me. Where are you, Khalid? I don't want to be with anyone except for you. Please come back for my sake; I can't live all by myself. I tried controlling my emotions, but the tears flowed easily.

I quickly wiped away my tears when I realised I was not in my room. A few minutes later, the driver arrives, and I slowly walk into the car with my heavy legs.

"How was your date, ma?" he asked in a friendly way.

"What date are you talking about? How dare you talk about my date?" I shouted at him, and I couldn't help but let my tears flow freely.

"I am sorry, ma; please don't complain to the boss. He's going to fire me immediately," he pleaded.

Who cares about him? If he really knows how much pain it is for a child not to have a parent by her side.

I was like a stranger to my family, and it hurt that they only wanted to sell me off to their rich partner without asking me if I was okay with it.

"Just keep quiet and keep driving," I instructed. I managed to look at myself in the mirror. I can't believe I messed up my beautiful face.

I am very beautiful, and I only want to be beautiful for him. It's been 10 years already; he promised to be back, but he's taking forever. I hope I won't be dead when it finally comes. 

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Khalid

I looked at myself in the mirror. It's time for revenge. This is the moment I have been waiting for. No more delays. I must make sure I make use of every opportunity to ruin the Edward family, everyone included, including their daughter. I sniff out some cigarettes from the pile.

My door slammed open, and I felt some rage rise in me, but not until I found out that it was my silly friends. No one dares open my door in that manner unless they are ready to die.

"Calm down, guy, if you can see your face right now. Like, seriously, you look like a devil that comes from the 1000 Generation," Herald, my best male childhood friend, said, sitting on the sofa.

"You don't mean that; you know I am always handsome," I replied with a smirk. That's the best laugh you can get from me. 

"Don't mind him; he must be really jealous that he doesn't have balls and packs like you," Jenny, my female friend, said in defense.

"Wait, are you kidding me? Have you seen his d*ck before?" he asked, covering his mouth with his palm.

"Stop being dramatic; you know such things can't happen," I said.

"Khalid, why are you delaying your revenge? We've been in the state for a week now; why don't we strike and let leave for London immediately?" she asked, rolling some dice for herself.

"I will strike soon, but I have a change of plans," I was about telling them my new plans when my phone beeps.

"Guys, enjoy yourselves; I am out." I went straight to my room and got dressed in my best outfit.

I arrived at my company to see one of my business partners with the devil, Mr. Edward, my biggest enemy.

"Mr. Lionel, you are welcome," Steve, my partner said stretching out his hand.

I shake him, and my eyes are on Edward.

"Did I know you from anywhere?" he asked, confused.

"Not at all; I don't live in this country," I lied as I shook hands with him. How can he know me when he thinks he succeeded in killing all my family when he didn't even know I was a friend to his daughter?

Playing it cool just to take my revenge. But that idiot is in love with me. When I only want to see them suffer miserably, I hope they will cry for death.

We all head into my office.

"Okay, let's discuss business," I said and went to sit in my chair.

"I want to invest with you; my company is losing money and I need help. My friend here said you are the best person in position to help me.

Mention anything, and I can give it to you so that you can help me," Mr. Edward said.

That was convincing enough. The ball is now in my court; all I have to do is play it safe.

"I will help you, but I have conditions," I said, scowling.

"What condition?" he asked.

Chapter 2: He's back "Firstly, I will have a 70% share in your business, of which you will have 30%, and we shall sign all necessary documents," I uttered, and the look on his face changes. I will so deal with this man; he killed my father and the people I care about, and now he wants me to help him. Screw him.  I took a long look at him, waiting patiently for him to make his decision. But I don't think he's ready to do this. "When you are ready to make a decision, you can tell me; I've got other things to do," I said in a final tone. "Oh, wait, I was just trying to think it over; you know I can't make decisions in haste. But what are your others conditions?" He finally let out. "I don't state my second condition without getting an answer to the first one; you can ask him. I don't do business with people who will bring me bad luck. The decision is yours." I stood to leave. "Okay, wait, please just state the second condition, and I promise to give you a reply on both." H