The sky dusked with Mark sitting by the window waiting on Mildred, he has been mad at her since his second lesson and had planned to ignore when he gets home. But she wasn't there when he returned which is very unusual, it didn't bother him at first but he has grown restless over the past few hours. He was too worried about her safety that he forgot his grudge.Headlights radiated through the window blinds, making him swiftly get up from the double seater he was resting on. A cab pulled up at their block, and Lindsay came out. She spoke to the driver briefly and ran towards their entrance, he got the door before she could knock." Hey" She smiled. " Sorry for making you worry"" Where is Milly?"" We'll talk about that in the car" She said and added " But she's fine" when she saw the fear in his eyes.Lindsay enters the house and went straight to Mildred's room with Mark trailing behind her." What is going on?" He wouldn't stop asking questions." Time is against us Buddy, grab your
Mildred awoken to a ray of sun piercing through the white blinds that barely concealed the skycrapers outside the Penthouse, she gently sat up and was hit by the sweet smell of coffee. A maid in Black ad white outfit pulled in with a tray, she looked around and secretly pinched herself to be sure in wasn't a dream." Good morning Miss" The maid greeted and kept the tray by her side." Where am I?" " The future Lycan King's Penthouse" The future Lycan King. She repeated. Why does everything suddenly gets so hard to assimilate, Hunter pulled in wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts.Mildred looks aways and tried to hide under the duvet on seeing him." Please Excuse us" He said to the maid who left immediately.He throws a bag on the bed, she looks up to See it was and screamed when she found her clothes in there. That was when the thin nightie she was putting on registered in her brain." What did you do to me" " Don't be dramatic, just get your stuff and leave"She glares at him
I am sitting almost motionless before the mirror, my eyes are being carefully outlined with a black eyeliner. Dele is intentional about it, he said they are my most outstanding feature and gateway to having a grip on any man. He asked me to know when to be confident and when to be shy while interacting with Ian Blakely, I shouldn't respond to everything. Mystery is attractive, and giving the American I will be meeting with in a few hours a bit of it will make the task easier. All these instructions were cluttered in my head without leaving any room for me to absorb the beauty of America.It is my first time here, and probably the last, my friends and I are on a mission to stop an infamous drug Lord from..." Chin up" Dele instructed as he used the butt of a lip liner to gently run a plain lip gloss around my lips. I gently rubbed my lips against each other to make the oil even and smooth.Ebuka joined us in the room, he is looking impatient as his reflection towered over me in the mi
POLLEN’S POV As soon as my mother’s car parked directly in front of our small apartment and came to a halt, I did not spare the slightest chance to jump out of it. I began to walk back into the house, ignoring her calls. “Pollen, Hey! Get back here!” I hastened my pace as I heard her alight from the car and slam the rickety car door. Her voice drew closer to me. “Are you crazy? Where do you think you’re going?” My mother’s voice hollered again as she tried to catch up with me. In no time, I was in the house. And as I walked into the living room, my younger sister; Laura, was sprawled carelessly across one of the old cushions. She was eating from a bag of Doritos. She raised her gaze to me, a bland, nonchalant expression written all over her face. I ignored her annoying ass and was about to make my way into the room, already mentally planning on shutting myself indoors for the rest of the day to save myself from mother’s troubles. But I was unlucky this time, my mother caught up
POLLEN’S POV The next day, when I finally returned home after a long day outside to avoid my mother’s troubles, I walked into the living room to see her seated on the cushion with a small printed piece of paper in her hand. She raised her gaze to meet mine as soon as she noticed me walk in. “Where have you been?” She asked with a raised brow. “The city park” I replied, trying the best I could to act nonchalant. “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and threw the paper towards me. I eyed the paper and moved my honey-brown eyes back to her and finally back to the paper again before crouching down to pick it up. After straightening my frame, I proceeded to read the content of the paper. Chyna. Twenty-five. Accountant. Studied at Harvard University. A sportsperson. Date spot: Blu Restaurant, Thursday night. 7pm on the dot. A confused frown crossed my face as I read the details of the paper, and I lifted my gaze back to my mother again. “What is this supposed to be?” “Your Aunt has help
RAYMOND’S POV I watched my reflection in the mirror as I arranged my black tuxedo. My dark, slightly messy hair, which refused to budge as always, left me with no choice but to lay it down with my hands. I exhaled deeply as I gave myself one last look in a mirror, the thought of going on a blind date with some lady weighs down on my shoulder like a rock. On a usual day, I would never be caught having a ridiculous date with just anyone, or accepting my mother’s offer to find me a wife. But here I was, all thanks to my Late Grandfather. Last week, Grandfather’s long awaited Will finally arrived, and the lawyer had revealed the most ridiculous idea ever. The Will stated that he would only hand the family’s company to any of his grandchildren who gets married and conceives a child first. Automatically instigating a silly competition between my cousin —Mark, and I. Since we were the only grandchildren that he had. But then again, I did not allow my rage to gain control of me. I was not
POLLEN’S POV He was tall, with the shoulders of a titan. And even though he was seated, he still towered over me in a dominating way, which I couldn’t help but admit was sexy. He had a pair of fierce, yet warm hazel eyes, they were piercing and quite intimidating. In a way that would cause any woman to go on her knees in complete worship and adoration of him. His midnight dark messy hair gave a boyish look to his masculine physique, with his American tuxedo fitting so perfectly on his athletic frame. I almost drooled at the mere sight of the perfect image of the man sitting in front of me, across the table. If this was truly my blind date, then this was the best thing my mother and Aunt Margaret had ever done for me. “Are you alright?” He asked me, breaking me from my trance. His eyes moved to my dress, and I felt another wave of embarrassment wash through me. “Uh. I–uh. I mistakenly dropped an uh… glass of water on my dress.” I stuttered and mentally slapped myself in the fa
POLLEN’S POV I stared at him, dumbstruck. He froze, then sat up abruptly to look under the sheets —just like I did. “Damn it!” I heard him curse and shut his eyes tight. “What have you done to me?” I screeched, at the same time jumping off the bed and racing around in search of my clothes. “What do you mean? I can’t even recall a thing” He muttered— his voice, hazy and exhausted. Then he sat on the edge of the bed to run his fingers through his hair. “Ugh!—My head hurts” He groaned. But I didn’t care. I was too confused to give a hoot. “My dress!” I said frantically, pulling on the white duvet that was wrapped around my body. “Where is my dress?” I asked again, not looking at him. My eyes were too busy rummaging the suite to do that. Furthermore, I was too embarrassed to do that even if I wanted to. “How am I supposed to know?” Was his rude reply. He got off the bed and staggered to the restroom. RAYMOND’S POV you Once I made it to the restroom, I ran my hands through my