Get Me Married

Chapter 37: Food poisoning
The inspector still had nothing and the guys that they let free on bail were no where to be found. It was like the case was going
nowhere in the least and everything wasn’t going the way I wanted. Samantha was still in my house when she was supposed to
be in jail. I didn’t want to live in the same house with her because I didn’t know what it was she would be planning next. And the
kidnapper I had shot was still no where to be found.
Exhausted and hungry, I decided to go back home. I came across the side restaurant where I always hung out with T_squad. It
wasn’t the usual five star hotel that I was now used to but it was the only place I knew then in college. And I decided to drop by
and have my lunch there.
All eyes turned to me when I went into the restaurant. Most people in there were the familiar faces of people I knew before, usual
customers. I smiled and waved at them before the waitress came over to where I sat.
“Look at you girl, you hit a jackpot” Lucia said. She was the daughter of the man who owned the place and we attended thesame
college till she dropped out or something. She helps her father in the restaurant when there was need to.
“I was just lucky” I said faking a smile. It was of course what I was meant to do. Feign happiness when infact I was sad.
“I do hope your luck should rub off on me” she said and I looked away. Knowing that my luck was shitty and there was never true
happiness in the life I was leaving. It would better if it never rubbed off on anyone.
“Well, should I get you the usual?” She asked and I simply gave her a nod. The usual was always meat, pork chops, chicken or
turkey laps. It was like eating big with a little amount of money. She came with the food and I ate like I always did while ignoring
the folks that stared at me.
The guards made lots of people uncomfortable in there and they were always staring at me. But I ignored them all and went
ahead to eat the junk food I was rather used to eating.
When I was done, I left the restaurant after giving Lucia a heavy tip and went back home.
During our drive, my mind travelled to how those criminals changed their words and I had lost the recording that would have
proved Samantha to be the master mind behind my kidnap. I was so sure it was on my phone because I had listened to it and
left it in my car when I went to see Tiffany and Tiana. No one else was close to my phone during those period except my driver
and......

I paused at that thought and stared at the man who I had known as my personal driver of all the guards I had. He was the only
one who was close to my phone because I had left it in the car, but that didn’t mean he had access to it. It was on lock and he
couldn’t have known the password to unlock it. But what if he did?
I became suspicious immediately, while beating myself for not thinking about it sooner. I cleared my throat and turned to him to
ask him a question and see his reaction when a sharp pain hit my
stomach unexpectedly and I whimpered while clutching my hands to my stomach. The pain
lingered for a while and subsided, I relaxed a little and even decided that I would speak to my driver later. I didn’t have proof that
he did it and wouldn’t want to embarrass him. But that didn’t mean that my huge suspicion disappeared.
We arrived at the mansion and my driver turned to me when I didn’t step down from the car immediately. I started feeling some
kind of pain in my stomach and was scared that any movement might upset it.
“Are you alright ma’am?” He asked and I gave him a nod.
“Ma’am you don’t look alright. I can alert the master, he is right there with some guards or we can take you to the hospital
immediately” he said and I turned to him. He sounded so nice and caring, it made me doubt my suspicion but when another
sharp pain hit my stomach. I decided it was better to think about my driver some other day. 1 alighted from the car trying as hard
as I could to keep my posture straight and saw Jordan with some guards. It was like he was giving them a speech or maybe he
was examining them with the way his eyes travelled their body. I ignored them and turned to the house. I was feeling so
uncomfortable and felt like throwing up. I was almost at the door when another sharp pain hit my stomach. I stopped in my tracks
and had my hand placed just at my lower abdomen while aching my back just a little. This time the pain didn’t disappear as I had
wanted it neither did it relieve me as before. I shut my eyes when it only increased and a whimper escaped my throat when I
couldn’t take it anymore.
“What’s wrong with you?” That familiar voice of Jordan came into my ears and I opened my eyes and immediately met his brown
eyes. He was bent slightly and staring at me rather closely. His cologne filled my nostrils and for a moment there I got lost in his
eyes, but the pain in my stomach reminded me of the predicament I was in. I quickly looked away and gritted my teeth in pain.
“Are you okay?” He asked again and the concern I saw in his face made me want to look at him.
“I’m fine” I managed to say and opened my eyes. He was still standing right next to me, watching me closely. I stood up erect,
and turned back to the door. I was still in so much pain and my body was changing rather quickly but I didn’t want Jordan seeing

that. I tried taking a step away from him and into the house but the pain was unbearable. I found myself whimpering again and
stopping on my tracks as tears burned the back of my eyes.
I remained at that spot and suddenly felt myself being lifted off the ground and lots of muscles holding onto me. I opened my
eyes to see Jordan holding me in a bridal style and staring at me.
“What the fuck! Jordan....” The familiar voice of Jordan’s mistress made me turn to the entrance of the house. She was staring at
me in Jordan’s arms with eyes that could kill as always.
“Put me down” I found myself struggling against Jordan so I could get down just to avoid trouble.
“Stay still” he ordered and held me even closer to himself. His cologne and saint was enticing. I found myself relaxing as he
ordered while leaning in and relaxing into him. His body was warm and so comfortable. I didn’t realize when I had my arms
wrapped around his neck.
“Jordan....” Samantha called out again but Jordan just walked past her with me in his arms, ignoring her. I entertwined my hands
together behind his head, holding onto each tightly when the pain I was feeling didn’t subside. But Jordan didn’t mind, atleast I
think he didn’t.
He took me all the way to my room and I had my knees up to my chest the moment I hit my bed, gently.
“What happened to you?” he asked me but I couldn’t give him a reply, not when my intestines felt like they were tying itself inside
my stomach. But I groaned and whimpered and hit on my bed in pain so he could see. Soon after I heard him calling someone
and guessed it was my doctor.
Jordan remained in my room. He had his arms wrapped across his chest while standing at the extreme end of my bed, watching
me. The doctor came soon and did the usual thing before giving me some drugs. I felt the pain in my stomach subsiding after an
hour or so and slept off.
I woke up with the feeling of weakness and tiredness as the only thing I could recognize. I felt cold, I felt sick, I felt exhausted but
when I looked around, I was the only one in my room. That was till the door opened and Jordan came walking in. It made me
remember the way he had
carried me in his arms and brought me to my room with care. My cheeks heated up for some reason and I found myself looking
away from him. He walked deeper into the room and I could feel his eyes on me till he was standing at the edge of the bed,
directly opposite me.

“You were asked to eat at home before you left, weren’t you?” he started and I knew immediately that my junk food had caused
me some stomach upset.
“And you went to eat at a side restaurant, do you know what that would have done to you? Don’t you understand what food
poisoning means” His voice went higher as he spoke.
“I used to eat there alot and got no issues before” I replied him calmly like I had done absolutely nothing wrong. Wrong move I
made there. He said nothing to that and when I raised my head, I saw how angry he was, his gaze was too cold and he walked
out without saying any other thing to me. My heart dropped at the way he left and the anger I saw. I wasn’t even sure of why he
was so angry but I hated it. I liked the caring Jordan, the calm Jordan and missed him already.
I sighed heavily and turned to the time, it was early evening and I didn’t feel too good to actually leave my bed. I laid back on my
bed, feeling the exhaustion and weakness taking over me again and once again felt very sleepy.
When I opened my eyes again, my stomach rumbled loudly and I groaned while running to the toilet to free myself.
When I was done, my stomach rumbled again, this time, it wasn’t because I had to take a shit. But because, I was so hungry and
from the view it was already so late at night. I was really hungry and just needed to get food. I still felt weak and tired, but my
hunger at that point was more than what I felt.
It was really late at night and very quiet, everyone had gone to bed and the lights were out. I walked down the stairs believing
that Margaret might have left something for me to eat since I felt sick all day. I went over to the kitchen, the lights were on as
always and just as expected, saw some food left for me in the refrigerator and had it microwaved.
I started eating in the very quiet kitchen but started feeling like I was being watched by someone. I looked around the kitchen and
thought it might be Jordan since we have been meeting in the kitchen so often. But I didn’t see him neither did I see anybody
else. I went back to eating and
that feeling of being watched didn’t completely go away. I was so sure I was being watched, I got up and looked around and saw
no one. It slowly started creeping me out and I lost the appetite to eat.
I finished packing up, closed the door to the kitchen and started back to my room when I heard noise like something fell and my
heart skipped. I slowly turned back to the kitchen where the sound came from. The door that I had shut was slightly open and the
light that was on was turned off because the kitchen was really dark. I felt my heart racing inside my chest and a slight pain in my
lower abdomen reminded me of how sick I felt. I suddenly felt like throwing up all I had just eaten. The kitchen was right next to

me and I wasn’t sure I could keep the food inside my stomach for too long at the rate of what I was feeling. I swallowed the sour
taste of saliva in my throat and opened the door to the kitchen widely, scared to walk inside. Something strange was happening
and had been through something to have all the right to be scared.
“What are you doing?” A voice from behind made me jump out of my skin and I turned around to see Jordan. I breathed a big
sigh of relief when I saw him and placed my hands on my knees.
“Don’t ever do that again” I said with a groan. The pain in my stomach was intensifying.
“You should be in your room, why do you always sneak into the kitchen?” He asked and I forced myself to stand erect while
holding in what I had eaten. I stared at the kitchen again, still scared of going in there.
“What is it?” Jordan pulled me out of my thought.
“...” The food was finding it’s way out of my stomach and I had to use my hands to cover my mouth.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jordan placed his hand on my arm and I shook my head violently.
“Come on” he said and started leading me away from the kitchen towards the stairs and I pulled back, because my room was far
and the kitchen was close.
“Come on.....” He pulled me back again and that did it. The moment I hit my head against him, every thing I ate came spilling out
on him.