A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 87: I hate you

Tolu was bluffing.

There was no poison in the coffee beans, and nobody was dying, but the way Mike’s eyes widened in horror made her smile so wide her face looked as though it had been splited into two.

His reaction made the lie worth it.

"What the...what the fuck is wrong with you?" Mike yelled as bile rose in his throat. He rushed to the sink and tried to rinse his mouth out, but there was no point.

He had drank at least three cups of that coffee, and now, Mike was sure that he was slowly rotting away from the inside.

Tolu smirked at his frantic actions. Mike’s expression was pulled together in a frown, and he looked as though he was very close to throwing up.

He was repeatedly rinsing his mouth, and Tolu crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him.

"Calm down. The poison is a slow one. It doesn’t work that fast. You still have a little bit of time before it eats through your insides. Three days, maybe. A week? I’m not sure. This is my first time using it," she stated casually, and Mike’s jaw tightened as he stared at her.

"You have gone batshit crazy, Tolu. I hate you. I have never hated someone the way I hate you right now. And you know what? Fine. You can go rot in fucking hell. I don’t give a shit," Mike snapped.

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he stormed past her and out of the house.

Tolu slumped back into her chair, suddenly exhausted. She knew Mike was going to probably figure out that she was lying sooner rather than later, and once he did, it was only a matter of time before he sent her out of the house.

Tears prickled at the back of her eyes.

Where had she gone wrong?

Love, she decided, was a bitch. Mike hated her so bad that he had called her a psychopath, and had just walked out on her like she meant nothing.

Wiping her tears away, Tolu stood up and started to clear the table where Mike’s unfinished meal was.

Mike had made his decision by walking away from her, and that was okay.

Her mind was made up too.

This marriage meant everything to her, and it didn’t matter if Mike wanted out or not.

There was no running out in her. Not now. Not ever.

She was going to save her marriage at all cost. Even if it meant taking extreme measures like the plan circling in her head right now.

Even if it meant making Mike hate her forever.

~~

"Please. Please don’t. Don’t do it," Lara yelled. Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and she was trying so hard to hold herself together.

Curtis, on the other hand, looked very solemn. His expression flickered from Lara’s laughing face back to the giant Jenga structure before him.

"Don’t do it," Lara pleaded one last time.

Curtis nodded. "Okay."

Then he promptly tipped over the Jenga house they had been building for the last hour.

Lara groaned as pieces scattered across the floor, and her laughter finally died off. Curtis cracked a mischievous grin at her, and she slapped his arm.

"I told you to not do it," she narrowed her eyes at him.

Curtis shrugged.

"But you were laughing so hard. How was I supposed to know that you were serious?" he countered.

"I was only laughing that hard because of your expression! You looked so serious like what we were doing was more than playing a game. it was hilarious."

A smile slipped past Curtis’s lips.

"Actually, the best part of playing Jenga is to make it all fall down at the end. I love it; it’s so fucking satisfying."

Lara’s jaw dropped open in slightly mock horror.

"What?! No. The most satisfying reason for playing Jenga is not to topple it. That was very disturbing."

Curtis shrugged again.

"Agree to disagree?" he said.

Lara shook her head frantically.

"Absolutely not! I am going to stand my ground this time. Were you traumatized as a kid?" she asked, eyes still narrowed.

Curtis laughed at her question.

"Absolutely not! I had the most perfect childhood," he countered.

"Whatever. I don’t believe you, because why the hell would you do that to my perfectly structured Jenga house? You know what, it doesn’t matter anymore. I am going to teach you how to play the game properly. No more destruction on your end," Lara deadpanned.

Curtis raised his eyebrows at her.

"Is that a command?" he asked.

Lara’s gaze hardened. "You’re damn right it is. Now get your ass straight and get ready for you first lesson," she mock ordered.

Curtis straightened up.

"Yes ma’am."

Lara dissolved into laughter again, and this time Curtis laughed with her.

It was so refreshing, just sitting and playing games together.

Lara’s heart was filled to the brim with warm, sweet feelings and she was so in love with Curtis that it made her breathless.

"Curtis?" she called.

Her husband snapped into a fake salute. "Yes boss?"

She held his gaze and let him see how serious she was.

"I love you."

His playfulness fell away, and his gaze softened as he dragged her close. Curtis planted a kiss of her lips softly.

"I love you too, darling."

She nestled into his arms, a content smile spreading across her lips.

"Thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

Lara sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Just shut up and accept the sentiment," she quipped.

He stuck his tongue out at her.

"So violent? Are you sure that’s the precedent you want to set for our child?" he teased.

Lara scoffed.

"You think I am the violent one? You are Curtis Rodney. I bet the baby is going to look absolutely like you, personality and all," she countered.

Before Curtis could say anything though, Lazarus walked in.

"I apologise for the interruption, but you have a visitor here to see you both," the bodyguard stated curtly.

"Who is it?" Curtis asked. There was a slight frown on his face.

"Mike Blake."

Lara’s ex husband.