The moment I met you (Chapter 22)

By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu

The car was indeed magnificent. No ordinary man could afford such a beautiful car. She wished the person that had knocked her down was that man of yesterday. She didn’t care about his car but about him. She wanted her life to be a kind of movie for a moment. She wanted to see him. Just a glimpse of him was enough to take away the pain she was feeling right now. Was it possible for him to appear from nowhere? He seemed a busy man and wouldn’t have the luxury of time to be seen around here, except if he had something very important to do, she thought, shaking off the idea of seeing his handsome, flawless face. She returned her attention to her bruised knee instead and to the corner of her dress which was torn open by the friction between the car and the gown. Her mother had bought that dress for her with hope that she would look presentable during her job hunt and interview, but now the dress was ruined. She held in her pain. She had only her mother and brother right now and desperately needed a higher paid job so as to support them. But it seemed destiny had another plan for her.                                                               

Was it possible to really find a hero who will sweep her off the ground and tend to her wounds just like in romance movies? She couldn’t help but think that way.                                                                                   

Just then the door of the Bugatti was pushed open, and a pair of expensive high-end, leather shoes touched the ground. Michael gracefully stepped out from the car and casually closed the door behind him.                                                                                                                                  

Though Chioma’s beauty was not stunning or rather breathtaking, she was still enchanting. And was among those women whose unique presence could captivate those around her.