By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Aren’t you the president of Central Bank of Nigeria, so yes, I want more,’ she scoffed, slightly lifting her face, and this time concentrated on looking at this flawless face before her. His impeccable facial features were all she wanted to see but had sounded rudely, so he would hate her. She had read from most romance novels, that for a marriage to be successful, the two people involved must come from the same family backgrounds, or love each other. She seemed to have neither of them. So, she would not like to hurt her heart. She felt that it was best to stop having feelings for him this early moment to avoid heart-ache. Would she be able to do that? She would try but for how long? How long was she capable of telling her heart not to love him? Was he smart to notice her feelings for him? Or perhaps, was his heart frozen and wouldn’t wake for her sake? Was he truly married? Or was the ring for fancy? Or maybe the ring was to scare women away? Chioma couldn’t help but fill her mind with crazy thoughts!
Michael
smiled; it seems he wasn’t angry at Chioma’s words. Obviously, he saw her as an
eloquent, beautiful girl. Without saying a word, he pulled out a card from his
wallet, on top of the card printed was a graceful font that had an address: 10 Danube street located off Ibrahim babangida
way. Turning the back of the card, he wrote his personal phone number. ‘If
it’s not enough, then call this number or follow that address. You’ll find me.
I’ve got a meeting,’ he turned to go.
This,
however, provoked the anger in Chioma even more. She found his actions
humiliating and irritating.
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