Saturday (Part 1)

Precious POV

Saturday rolled by faster than I expected. So, here I was, laying on my bed, wide awake, as I kept replaying the adventure of the past week. First, I come to New York, and ended up in the hospital, met a hot billionaire, had lunch with him for the whole week, and decided to go to a stupid gala. And even though, I never pictured my first week here, to be so, eventful, I enjoyed the food as much as it was annoying.

I came here with one aim, which was to finish my master’s and not end up in a crazy relationship. Sighing, I rubbed my face with my hands. To be honest, I was just scared of even liking anyone at this point, and it boiled down to the fact that guys in my life have been one hell of a ride, and I didn’t want to resume.

But then again, I couldn’t help but think of Ethan's smile, his laugh, his weird eating combinations, or how different, he was from everyone else. Maybe, it’s because of the change of scenery?

Sighing, I stood up from my position as it was already past 1 pm and he said he would pick me up by 5 pm. I walked out of the solace of my bedroom to the kitchen, to find something to eat. Funke had left early today as she had a project to do, so, I was alone. Even though Funke and I were doing the same course, she decided to take some electives that she thought would be good for her.

I picked up the bread from the cooler and a jar of peanut butter coupled with a glass of milk. I found my way to the sitting room and placed my food on the table before setting up N*****x.

Since I concluded that, I'd go dress up when it was 3:30 pm, I settled for a good movie, Venom. I have never been the kind of girl to use 4hours to get ready. It was just to have my bath, wear the damn cloth, and put on lipstick then wait.

I was not a fan of make-up, as it made my face all heavy and besides there was no one to do it for me. Funke can't even apply lipstick without smudging it and I rather not waste my time on it.

My alarm for 3:30 went off and I turned off my TV. I walked back to my room and headed straight to the bathroom to have a nice long bath. When I noticed how long I’d spent, I rushed out to dry myself and then, blow-dried my hair.

I applied a little brown powder, brushed my eyebrow, and applied red lipstick, so, it would somehow, bring out my color. Then, I set my hair into a nice curly half parting.

I quickly put on the dress. It's a nice short Ankara gown I picked. I love Ankara because it reminded me of where I came from.

Ethan wanted to buy me a dress but I plain out refused to use his money for anything and told him to buy something for himself instead.

I checked the time and it read 4:55 pm. Wow, I was fast. As I picked up my purse and slipped on my gold heels, I heard the doorbell.

It was time to go. I took a huge whiff of breath and checked myself in the mirror once again.

Satisfied, with my look, I rushed out of the room locked it and opened up the front door only for me to freeze.

Oh my God.

I gasped at his look. He was wearing an all-black tux and shirt with a red tie, his hair was gelled to perfection and his blue eyes seemed to be more electrifying. He looked so handsome. Wait a minute! I snapped out of my 40-second daze to see that he was also frozen looking at me.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Oh umm, you look exceptionally beautiful" I smiled at the compliment. His voice was something, I had yet to grow accustomed to.

"You look ravishing, fine sir," I said, failing miserably at the attempt to use a fake British accent while he smiled.

Placing my hand in his awaiting ones, I locked the door and froze again. A limo! A freaking Limo? Tonight, was just full of surprises.

He opened the door and I entered and gasped, as this is my first limo ride. He followed suit and closed the door and soon we were on our way.

We just talked about anything, and I felt so comfortable talking to him.

I learned a lot about him during our lunches this week because I told him we needed to know about each other if I was meant to be his "close friend".

Soon, we were pulling up at a big center, and Ethan, the gentleman he is, opened the door for me. I stepped out and suddenly felt so nervous. I mean the place is packed with people of high class and arrogant jerks. How was I supposed to fit in?

I’ve never felt so out of place.

I felt Ethan's hand on mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze and I smiled, instantly relaxed.

Where did that come from?

Flashes snapped me out of my reverie, making me turn my gaze to the crowd in front of me. I should have known the paparazzi were going to be here. Ethan just grabbed my hand and we entered the magnificently lit hall.

"Woah," I said, as I took in the place and Ethan chuckled.

"Wait till you taste the food" he smiled and I felt giddy all of a sudden.

A woman who looks in her late 40s approaches us and hugs Ethan. Then she looked at me and I smiled politely.

"And who is this beautiful young lady" she looked at me with a grin.

"This is my friend," Ethan says but I cut him off, capable of introducing myself.

"I'm Precious Dare ma'am," I said and bent a little in greeting. In Nigeria, it is customary for Yoruba women to greet elders on their knees.

“What are you doing? Get up my dear” she said and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.  

"I didn't know Ethan had any female friends except his sister" I laughed at that while he just groaned by my side. It was true. He had no girlfriends. Which I found quite odd, but didn’t question it.

"That's enough mom, don't squeeze her too tight" he pried me off his mother while looking a little embarrassed. I chuckled at that and then I see a man who looks like Ethan but was older, coming with a girl that looks my age.

"Hello, Dad" I knew it. They hugged and he did the same to the girl, whom I guessed was his sister next. Then they noticed me.

"Who is this beautiful lady?" I smiled politely once again introducing myself wanting to go on my knees again but just like his wife, he pulled me into a hug. I chuckled at the thought of being in a family of huggers.

Ethan pulled me away from him gently only for his sister to come up to me with a grin on her face.

"I love your dress, where are you from? You have the best taste in fashion" she rambled, making me chuckle at that.

"I'm from Nigeria, hence the dress" I stated and her parents just seemed, surprised.

Mrs. White stared at me with a hint of amusement and suspicion making me gulp. This was going to be a long night.