By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
At this moment, someone handed her a bottle of Eva water. Without looking up, she took it and said, ‘Thank you, Chisom.’
After she uncapped the water and took two mouthfuls of water, she turned her head and found it was Michael.
‘Sir Michael…’Chioma was surprised to see him as well as happy.
Michael smiled. ‘Are you disappointed to see me?’ He was glad she knew his name.
‘No.’
‘You look both surprised and happy.’
Chioma took another gulp of water. ‘What I think or feel isn’t your business.’ She turned to leave but Michael’s elegant hand was quick to grab her. ‘I want to make money to support my family. So let me go.’ She struggled to brush her hand off but Micheal didn’t give in. He held her hand tightly. She took another gulp of water.
‘I won’t let you go until you become my wife.’
Hearing what he said, Chioma almost spewed out the water she just drunk. It doesn’t seem Michael was joking. He found Chioma interesting. She was not pretentious, and most importantly, she was the woman of his dreams.
‘Can I please go in? I have customers to tend to.’ She pleaded as she subconsciously licked her lips.
That small act of hers caught Michael’s attention. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips, imagining the softness of the sensation should their lips touch. Her lips were as cute as cherry, and he wanted to drink from the sweetness of it. His heartbeat began to speed up, and his mesmerising gaze was unable to leave her lips. He hadn’t kissed before. But with Chioma he wanted to experience the sweetness of kissing. This god-like man actually wanted to kiss this lowly girl? He nearly attempted to lean over for a kiss but quickly restrained himself.
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