PROMISED TO HIM
CHAPTER 35
MAYIBUYE SMITH
I woke up to the soft warmth of the duvet wrapped around me, my body sinking into the expensive sheets that still smelled faintly of him — musky cologne and something darker, addictive.
My hand reached to the other side of the bed, empty, cold. Of course, he was gone. Roy Smith was always gone before the sun fully claimed the sky.
My eyes landed on the bedside table — a sleek, black card glinting under the morning light. The Black Card. My lips curved into a small smile. Roy was unpredictable like that; he’d never say “I love you” in words, but in gestures like this — quiet, commanding, impossible to ignore.
I picked up my phone, propped it on the stand, and dialed his number while walking toward the bathroom.
“Hey,” I whispered as I turned on the shower.
“Did you see what I left you?” His deep voice vibrated through the speaker, calm and rough like gravel.
“I saw,” I murmured, stepping under the hot water, “but I’d rather spend time with you than your money.”
He chuckled. “You know you chose to tag along on a business trip, right?”
I sighed. “You always say that, but you never let me near your business world.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m bathing.”
He went silent for a second — then the line clicked. Disconnected.
I stared at the phone, blinking. “Seriously?” I muttered, ready to throw it across the room.
A few seconds later, it buzzed again. Incoming video call.
I pressed accept, and his face appeared — calm, breathtaking as always. He was sitting in the back seat of his car, a black cap pulled low over his face, sunlight spilling across his jawline.
“Happy now?” he asked.
I tried to hide my smile. “A little.”
He smirked. “Don’t finish all my money today, Mayi.”
“No promises,” I teased, tilting my head.
He laughed softly before hanging up, and I stood there for a while — staring at the empty screen, warmth blooming in my chest.
By midday, I was dressed to kill — a silk dress, designer heels, and my hair flowing down my shoulders. The black card felt like power between my fingers. I didn’t even think twice — I went on a spree.
Every boutique in the mall got a taste of me.
Perfume.Shoes.Bags.
Even a diamond necklace I absolutely didn’t need but had to have because it reminded me of his eyes — cold, silver, dangerous.
“Would that be cash or card?” the cashier asked.
“Card,” I said sweetly, sliding Roy’s black card across the counter.
Every tap, every swipe, felt like rebellion. Like I was saying you don’t get to vanish without me noticing.
By the time I got home, shopping bags covered the entire living room. I sat there surrounded by them, eating ice cream and staring at the door, half excited, half terrified.
He’s going to kill me.
Hours passed. The sun faded. My phone stayed quiet.
When the front door finally clicked open, my heart stopped.
Roy walked in, still in his suit, jacket slung over his arm. His tie was loose, his hair a mess — exhaustion clinging to every line of his body.
“Hey,” I whispered nervously, sitting up straight.
He stopped mid-step, his sharp gaze scanning the room — the mountain of bags, the receipts, the chaos. I bit my lip, ready for the explosion.
But he only sighed.
“I told you not to finish all my money, didn’t I?” he said tiredly, dropping his jacket on the couch.
“Roy—”
He waved me off. “Come here.”
I blinked. “You’re not mad?”
He just looked at me — a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Do I look like a man who has energy to fight right now?”
I got up slowly, walking toward him. “I thought you’d scream.”
“Too tired to scream,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me against him.
“Then what are you gonna do?” I asked softly, looking up at him.
He leaned down, kissing the top of my head. “Cuddle. Maybe sleep. You can confess your crimes in the morning.”
I laughed, sinking into his chest as he guided us to the couch. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear, his scent wrapping around me.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
“I know,” he murmured, kissing my temple. “Next time, just spend less on guilt shopping.”
I giggled. “No promises.”
He chuckled, pulling me closer until my world went quiet — just me, him, and the soft rhythm of his breathing as he drifted into sleep.
And for once, it didn’t matter how unpredictable he was.He came home.To me.