By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chioma took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open. But she was surprised to see Michael’s gold Lamborghini drive in. She wondered what he had come to do. She was about going home and needed to rest her aching body. But then, she was still happy to see him. She walked up to his car, and happily jumping into his embrace as soon as he stepped out of the car. She held him tight, perhaps, to ease her pain and forget the threats she had received today from Julia and her friends and also from Jessica.
‘Everything all right?’ Michael sensed that something wasn’t right. He wondered what could have been troubling her.
Chioma looked up at him and smiled. ‘I’m fine,’she muttered.
Michael pinched her face with a spoiling adoration. ‘You miss me, right?’ she meant the whole world to him.
Chioma nodded shyly. She felt that Michael’s charming smile could give anyone a billion years of life.
‘Are you a fan of Cristiano Ronaldo? You’re wearing his CR7.’
‘What? You don’t like it?’
‘No, I like it very much.’
Chioma smiled. ‘My friend gave it to me.’ She wondered if Michael had dog nose for him to be able to smell the perfume. ‘You just sounded as though my body smelled of Formaldehyde,’ she joked and Michael smiled sweetly at her.
Just then, Chisom walked out from the restaurant, seeing Michael and
Chioma, she couldn’t help but giggle. In order not to spoil the moment, she
sneaked away.
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