By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
All the construction workers were stunned. Had they known
earlier that Michael was going to pass through this route; they wouldn’t have
wasted time in repairing it. His license plate was flashy just like other of
his cars, so it was obviously the prince of Moon Corporation, President Michael
Njemanze.
They
knew that they could not offend Michael. After a few moments of silence, the
engineer in-charged apologised, ‘Sorry young master Michael. We didn’t know you
will be passing this route…’
‘Now
you know, hurry up with it, ‘Michael said, wounding up the window as he drove
on.
Meanwhile,
Chioma had thought that Michael would visit her at Star Restaurant, so decided
to dress up for work after having a simple breakfast of akara and akamu, with her
mother and brother before they both left for job hunting.
Wearing her lime polka dots dress,
Chioma slipped on her black shoes, and started for the door. Her dress was
simple but comfortable-looking. As she pushed the door open, she was surprised
to see Michael, elegantly dressed in his limited-edition white Chanel suit, looking mesmerising. His eyes were captivating, his nose well
chiseled, his perfume smelled so good. Everything about him was perfect. Who in
the world wouldn’t fall for this perfect-breathtaking creature standing tall
before her?
Michael
smiled, reaching out with a long finger, intending to tuck a strand of her hair
behind her ear but Chioma pulled her head away from him blushing.
Noticing that her lips were moving as though
she was muttering something, he leaned his ear forward and heard her mumble,
‘Michael, why are you so captivating…’
He
smiled sweetly. Did she really like his beauty, and wanted to drink from it?
Michael’s breathtaking face leaned forward and gave her lips a peck. ‘I am
here. Shouldn’t you usher me in?’
Chioma’s rosy lips pouted as though
complaining about how early he had come. She was about leaving for work, and
here he was to ruin it.
Understanding
her thought, Michael laughed lightly, stretching out his long arms, he picked
her up by the waist. Chioma didn’t want to look at his memerising face, so she
rested her head on his shoulder instead, her eyes closed, as she drank from the
sweetness of his fragrance.
Michael
carried her to the sofa gently, putting her down carefully; he made sure she
sat comfortably before straightening up. Chioma shyly glanced at the giant
plastic bag he was carrying, wondering how he managed to carry her while
holding the bag.
‘What
are you thinking?’Michael looked at her and asked with a captivating smile as
he lowered his head, his handsome face moving close to hers, and he said in a
gentle, coddling voice, ‘You are not going to work today. I have already called
Star Restaurant to inform them…I only did that because I don’t want you to
think that I don’t care about your work, okay?’
His
magnetic voice was so enchanting that Chioma nodded instead of pushing him
away.
Michael
placed the bag on the dining table.
‘What
was that?’Chioma asked.
‘Fruits…I
bought them myself,’Michael answered, changing into a pair of black slippers.
‘Wouldn’t it be stingy of me to come to my woman’s house empty-handed? What
would my mother-in-law think of me, she would think that I am the world’s 2020
winner of Stingy Men Association? I will
look bad in front of her…’He looked up at her with a smile. ‘These slippers are
cute; I know they’re not yours.’
Chioma rolled her
eyes at him. ‘I don’t wear childish slippers, all right?’
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