Chapter 4 - Meeting Justin

“No, Ma," Olima nervously replied. "I've checked the kitchen cupboards, and there's no foodstuff there.”

Mia frowned and, feeling hungry, shouted, “Why didn't you say anything since this afternoon?”

"Huh!" Olima looked at Mia in shock, then at Mrs. Gina, who stood there silently looking back at her.

Olima had helped Mia with her school assignments. Mia acted nicely and friendly with her, but once Mia saw that her mother had returned, she changed and started mimicking her mother's rude behavior.

Breathing out with relief, Mrs. Gina said, “Hmm, and you sat down here with Mia, watching television instead of going to the market. Didn't you know that you were supposed to come to my shop at noon to take the money to refill the house with foodstuffs? Did you expect us to starve tonight?"

"No, Mother," Olima fearfully replied, seeing her stepmother looking at her coldly.

Mrs. Gina sighed once more, opened her purse, and brought out some cash. She counted it, saying, “Here's 10,000 naira. Before I go upstairs to my room to take my bath and return downstairs, make sure you've gone to the nearby market and purchased all the soup ingredients you will need to prepare the vegetable soup with semolina tonight. Otherwise...!”

Olima gulped hard as she watched Mrs. Gina drop the money on the coffee table before she went upstairs to freshen up.

Olima swiftly rushed to the kitchen cabinets, knowing that her stepmother wasn't joking with her threat. She searched the cupboards, checking to see which ingredients remained and which new ones she needed to purchase at the market.

Olima hurriedly left the kitchen, pausing in the living room to pick up the money that Mrs. Gina had left on the coffee table. Then she swiftly fled the mansion, rushing out like a crazy woman.

"Hahaha! Olima, where are you running to?" Mia shouted, laughing at the way Olima ran out.

"Stupid girl," Mia cursed at her elder sister, knowing that her mother never liked Olima. She then relaxed comfortably on the couch and continued watching the interesting romance movie.

However, Nathan rose from the bench and rushed to the gate to meet Olima.

He had been sitting at the gatehouse when he saw Olima run out and bang on the gate heavily, "Open the gate!!" she screamed, as if the house were on fire.

Olima didn't have time to return to her room to change out of her transparent blue dress, which provocatively revealed her shape. She was light-skinned, slightly chubby, with long blonde hair that reached her shoulders, and she was an adorable sight to behold. Her breasts were larger, and Nathan tried hard not to gawk at Olima's full chest. He remembered how generous her father had been and how he had helped him too.

However, he rushed to the gate to meet her, seeing her holding a black polythene bag to her chest and wearing black slippers.

“Where are you rushing to, small madam?" Nathan immediately asked Olima.

“Open the gate, sir! I don't have time to explain," Olima pleaded, looking very restless.

Nathan sighed and pulled the smaller gate open, knowing that Olima had been under fire, running around like a rat ever since Mrs. Gina had taken over the mansion.

He hastily pulled the smaller gate open, and Olima ran out with the speed of light, not caring to look around for any incoming vehicles.

At that moment, a flashy red car was taking a turn and narrowly escaped hitting Olima.

"Damn it! Who's that crazy young woman who ran out of the compound like that and into the estate road like a madwoman! Hey! Silly woman! Watch the road next time!" The red car driver cursed. He was a black man, 30 years old, and a chauffeur as well as a bodyguard.

Olima was stunned as she heard the driver cursing her. She peered at the car and saw the man in the passenger seat looking at her intensely. His blue eyes locked with her brown orbs.

Olima was unable to apologize as the car drove away. She slowed down, running toward the estate gate, her figure bouncing up and down as she ran ahead to leave the estate. She was nervous, hoping the market hadn't closed before she got there. Therefore, she ran faster again.

Inside the flashy brand-new red Toyota car sat a young, handsome black-skinned man named Justin Robert. He was 21 years old, tall, and had deep blue eyes. His interest skyrocketed as he saw Olima again.

His parents wanted him to take over their multimillion-dollar empire and real estate business because his father owned the Emerson Housing Estate and resold most of the villas there.

Justin's heart skipped a beat when he saw the pretty young lady again. He almost thought his car had rammed over her and knocked her down after she ran out into the road.

He gazed backward at her after his driver narrowly escaped hitting her; there were no other vehicles nearby that could have prompted an accident.

Justin had been admiring this beautiful young woman. Recently, he had been seeing her frequently and looking for a way to ask her out. He didn't even know her name or which building was her family house, but he had been wondering where she lived since he mostly saw her on the way.

Justin suspected that the young woman's father was a billionaire, but she looked like a maid, given how she dressed. Still, her beauty was enchanting.

He knew that most billionaires lived in his father's estate.

With the sunset and the moon rising above the sky, Justin's car drove ahead toward the estate exit gate. He was going to one of his favorite hangout places—the clubhouse.

Justin hated business-related topics and didn't find anything about business interesting. Well, except for his drawings, as he loved to paint pictures, watch interesting movies, and hang out with pretty ladies who were ready to get down in bed with him.

Justin loved sex, though he was a playboy and had never proposed to any woman before; he enjoyed their company.

He felt his arousal peak at the sight of the beautiful young lady. His dick was rock hard just from looking at her—the way her hips bounced and swayed when she ran away, her chest and large breasts bouncing and calling out to him.

Justin couldn't look away, even as his chauffeur, Jesse Andrew, drove the red car past her.

Justin gulped hard, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. He was unable to see all the goodies for free and looked away. The lady's light blue dress was slightly revealing, and he forced his driver to stop the car.

"Stop the car, Jesse," Justin ordered, still gazing backward at the young lady, even as his car was far ahead of her.

"What?" Jesse, who wore a white shirt and black trousers with black boots, looked back at Justin in shock.

“I should do what, boss?” he asked, thinking he had heard wrong.

“I said, stop the car," Justin repeated, not taking his eyes off Olima as he watched her running ahead to the gate and approaching his car.

Jesse gulped and replied, “Okay, boss. I am on it."

Jesse parked the red car along the road, wondering what Justin was up to, because he was hired as Justin's personal driver and bodyguard.

Justin wore a red long-sleeve shirt with black trousers, paired with black polished shoes. His short black hair was cut in a low fade, and he looked breathtakingly handsome, aware that first impressions mattered.

He anticipated asking Olima out today, as there was no way he would miss his chance.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his side door open and got out of the car.

Olima was shocked as she abruptly stopped and looked at the man who had come out of the car.

At first, she wondered why the car had stopped. "Did the driver want to scold me, or was it the passenger in the back who was looking at me? Oh no!"

She saw a pair of black shoes first alight from the car before the handsome black man stepped out.

Olima was stunned; her jaw dropped as she gulped hard, wondering what the man wanted to say to her, especially as he turned to face her. She met his curious and desirous gaze. She knew that look and understood what he wanted.

"Hi," the man said to her, but she shook her head and replied, "No, excuse me, please...!"

Olima immediately ran away, dodging the man like a bullet as she sprinted as fast as her slender legs could carry her chubby and seductive body.

"Wait!" Justin tried to stop her, but Olima took off, running to the gate and not looking back at him.

"Dammit!" Justin cursed, knowing that he had missed his chance with her. He watched her exit the gate and leave the estate premises. He ran his right hand over his head in frustration and got back into his red car, ordering Jesse, "Start the car."

"Alright, boss," Jesse replied and waited for Justin to fasten his seatbelt. He smiled, also seen how the young lady ran for her dear life, afraid of what his young boss wanted from her.

Justin sighed in frustration and replied, "Let’s go."

Jesse started the car and drove off, heading to the club as they had planned.

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Meanwhile, Olima took a deep breath as she finally exited the estate gate.

"What did that man want from me?" she pondered, still trying to catch her breath.

"I could have waited to hear him out, but my stepmother would kill me if I don't arrive home on time," Olima said as she saw the red car leaving.

She stopped a cab and got into it, heading to the local market to purchase all the soup ingredients she needed to cook the delicious vegetable soup.

Olima was aware that she didn't know how to cook. She hadn't cooked when her late mother and father were around, but she was forced by her stepmother to learn how to cook delicious meals now.

She wiped her tears, not wanting to remember her parents because she missed them dearly. She finished purchasing everything she needed from the roadside sellers.

Once she was done with her purchases, Olima went to the taxi park and got into an available cab. She told the driver her destination and offered to pay for herself alone so that he wouldn't waste much of her time. She had completely forgotten to go to her stepmother's shop because she had been busy helping Mia with her school assignments, and they were engrossed in watching television after the lights came on.

Olima sighed and told the taxi driver, "To the Emerson Estate, just me."

"Enter the car," the taxi driver ordered, and she got in. Then he took her home.