Chapter six

Bolu

His eyes met mine swiftly, and sweet Jesus, I felt a jolt in my body. My teeth chattered as I shuddered, because it all felt like a misapprehension that this mysterious male just connected his eyes with mine, and looked away.

There was something odd and intriguing about him, that commanded attention. I mean he was so cold looking and attractive at the same time, that I had doubts if he smiled or laughed.

I was still occupied, ogling at him until he popped the buttons on the elevator, and hopped in. When the elevator slid down, I felt my heart going haywire.

Holy Fudgenuts Molly.

No Wonder Dad's Secretary was blushing furiously, when she saw him.

I was still lost in thoughts unti I heard my name. I turned around and saw my Dad.

"Good afternoon, dad." I greeted, rising up from the chair I had butt on, earlier.

"Afternoon, sugar plump. What are you doing here?" Dad looked a little bit surprised smiling as he walked into his office, I followed him in.

"Mom asked me to deliver the kpanla stew you requested for."I replied settling the flask on his executive wooden desk.

"Kpanla Stew?" Dad asked confused.

"Yes." I replied, wondering why he was acting like he wasn't aware.

"I never requested for Kpanla Stew."

"What?" My outburst came out unknowingly.

Dad broke into a huge grin, at this.

"You know your mom likes surprising me. Perhaps she wanted me to feel delighted because she knows kpanla stew is my favourite." He beamed like a kid that was offered cookies.

"Argh!" I groaned in frustration. "She'll surely pay for this."

"Why did you say that, my dear?" Dad suddenly looked puzzled, and I gave him a wry look.

I narrated what happened that afternoon.

"You know, your mom is full of mischiefs. Try not to be mad at her." Dad said patting my back like I was still a kid. I was the only female in the family, and also the last out of four.

I pecked dad goodbye, hurried my way out of of his office. Still feeling hot on my cheeks. My chest was bursting with bubbles.

On a normal day, I would've been mad at mom, but on that day I wasn't. I was happy in the heart and counted myself lucky, because she pulled out one of her silly tactics, and sent me to dad's office. Where I met the mysterious handsome boyish-man. That was my subconscious addressed him, since I didn't know his name.

Three days later, I coincidentally ran into him at my favourite breakfast restaurant.

I could never forget his face. Because ever since I saw him, I longed to see him everyday. Sometimes I deliberately stopped at Dad's office, wander around, if I could perhaps bump into him. I couldn't get him off my mind.

His beautiful lion eyes held coldness in them, but they explained to me that he knew he had seen me before. When I took my hoodie off, with my face burning from embarrassment, as I introduced myself to him.

We conversed a little and exchanged numbers. I started calling on the phone. Because I couldn't stay away. No. Call me stupid, but I couldn't stop calling him. I was greatly attracted to him, that I was desperate and submissive without him giving a care about me. Sometimes he wouldn't take my calls.

But he did on one day. I called, and when he did pick, I told him I wanted to meet with him.

"Where?" He had asked and I was stunned because I had expected him to turn down my offer.

"The coffee shop where we met two weeks ago." I replied breathlessly. Completely and hopelessly on fucking cloud nine.

"Okay." He said then hung up.

We met an hour later and was having soft drink and cookies when I frankly told him I wanted to be his girlfriend. He didn't utter a word, but his hands were crossed infront of him, as he leaned back against the hard wooden chair, and only but studied me cautiously. I mean I was dressed elegantly, with my car keys on the table top, so he'd know I had my own money.

He finally replied me with a firm nod. And we started dating. Well, I really wouldn't call that dating. Maybe he's had issues with his past girlfriends, and was awaiting me to blow the fuck up.

Or maybe, because he had seen how desperate I was, to be close to him, he wanted to torture me.

Because ever the fuck since then, he's refused to kiss or touch me. Even when I made advances at him, dressed to seduce him. He's refused touching me. And I had never seen him get a boner.

I hungried for his touch and kisses. But it was kinda obvious he sister-zoned me.

I snapped back to the present.

"Al." I called, He seem not to have noticed me. He was busy playing with his stupid dogs. I scowled and bit the inside of my cheeks.

He went on an abrupt stop when he heard the sound of his name, the smile suddenly dispersed from his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked irritated, hugging myself from the chilly morning wind.

"Spending time some time with family before I head out." He replied huskily, not even bothering to cast a glance at me.

Such a weird guy, referring to the dogs as his family.

"Well, I'm gonna go get ready for work." I informed him, heading back inside the house.

An hour later, he dropped me off at the hospital. I had my car packed at the hospital and had taken a cab to Alex's house the previous day.

He didn't kiss or touch me as I was about hopping out from his car.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, tears sprang to my eyes as I headed to my office. I knew it was stupid of me, forcing myself on a guy who didn't love me. Hell, I had shown him how desperate I was, and desired to be kissed and touched by him. But he was so hard on me.

A part of me wanted to leave him alone, to get out of his cold boring life. But another part of me wanted to stay.

I blinked away the tears.

I couldn't leave when he had the keys to my darn heart.