“Jake, are you guys dating?”
“is this one of your infamous flings?”
“Are you guys getting married?” That question is enough to pull me off this gorgeous beauty who i am sure has a hand in this. Its so typical.
Girls will do anything just to get their picture taking with me by the press. I look at her in disdain . I actually thought she was different.
As soon as i saw her getting beat down by that coward earlier today, i had felt like she was someone that i needed to help. Protect. How
ridiculous right?. Well, now i know better. I can hear her telling the reporter that she doesn’t even know me. Yea, right.
“last call for flight going to warri” the intercom blares.
“oh no! Umm am sorry about the misunderstanding but i have to go”she
says and bolt. Leaving me to clean up the mess she created. I don’t stop her though. Breathing the same air with frauds like her is suffocating. The reporter looks torn on if he should follow her or
remain with me. He isn’t familiar so maybe he isn’t from a popular news channel. I strain my eyes to see the name on the id he is wearing.
“You better follow her because if you so much as follow me, i am going to sue your ass for whatever i can think of
Do you understand?”i ask in a threatening voice and he nods. Thank God this is not one of those
reporters who are so annoying because he leaves.
Those pictures are not going out to the news. I’ll make sure of it. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial my manager.
“what the hell Jake. Where are you? Your flight just left.” He ramble as soon as it connects.
“I was just catching some fun. You should probably start cleaning the mess that just happened” i answer
“God! Jake, what have you done now? Please tell me it isn’t another sex tape” he says exasperated.
“When did i ever let a sex tape leak?” i ask innocently.
“last month. I told you to keep your nose clean for awhile. You lost a lot of advertsing gigs for that stunt and your remaining sponsors are just ready to pull out if you are involved in another scandal”
“well, they can pull out if they want to. I don’t need them anyways.
My fans still love me”
“can you pull your head out of your ass for a second and read the
f**king handwriting on the wall. You need these sponsors more than they need you right now, moron”
“i need to fire you” i say
“yea, not possible” he laughs
“yea, because mother hired you.”
“yea and speaking of your mother. You just missed your flight so i better go book the next one so you won’t miss her engagement” he says
and i sigh
“will you be okay out there? You know that’s where you met ha-” he continues but i cut him off
“don’t f**king say her name. I will be fine. Just a few drinks and i will be able to get through the party.” even after all this time. 18 months, three weeks, 6 days and 15hours to be precise, that woman still hunt my life.
“Ok man. Please don’t cause a scene there. Your mom doesn’t deserve that” he says and i disconnect the call.
“mom doesn’t deserve a son like me.” I say to myself.
I turn to leave and that’s when i notice a bunched paper on the floor. Isn’t this the paper that lady was clutching in her hand earlier? I pick it off the floor and open it. Wow, its me. Did she draw this? I study the drawing closely and wonder if my eyes really does look this lonely.
God am so exhausted. Today has been a whirlwind of events. From almost missing my flight, to almost getting run over by a car then
getting disgraced by owner of said car oh and i cant forget the part when my precious first kiss was stolen by a jerk in the stupid ladies room. If only i had woken up early. If only i had looked where i was going. And biggest IF of all, if only my dad didn’t call me at that moment in the toilet, maybe my virgin lips wouldn’t have been violated. What a loss. To think that i have been saving it for my prince charming.
The only good thing about this day is that my flight was hitch free.
Now, am sitting here with my suitcase and bag waiting for my dad to pick me up. I wonder what he was calling about earlier. I take my phone off airplane mode and call him.
“Paul agofure” he answers formally as if he was talking to a business associate.
“dad, its me”
“i know that”
“ofcourse, you did. Am at the airport. Where are you?” i ask
“oh, didn’t you get my text? I can’t make it. Something came up at the firm. I sent you the address of Margaret’s vacation house. She is on
the night shift so she wouldn’t be there to welcome you. I don’t know if i can come back today as well.” Even after 2 years of not seeing each other, he still cant make out time to pick me from the airport. My phone alert me of an incoming text.
“Ok dad. I have to go.I think i just got your text.”
“Ok, bye. The key is under the footmat” he says and the line goes dead.
This week isn’t going to get better, i can feel it. I had packed enough clothes to stay for a week so i could catch up with my dad but now, i don’t think staying for a week will give us enough time to
“Wait, let me get this right. You got your first kiss from Jake?! You mean my Jake?!” Oge scream into my eardrum
“he stole it from me” i grumpily state
“bae, you are so lucky. Jake is more than handsome. And have you heard him sing? Girl, you would wet your pant”
“gross, oge” i state
“yea, whatever. So what happened next?” she asks. I proceed to tell her everything that happened.
“goshhhhh!”she screech at the same time i hear the door beside my room open and close.
“shhhhhhh” i shun her
“so rude” i know she is pouting
“i think someone is in the house with me”
“maybe its your dad or his fiance” she says
“or maybe its a burglar. Oge what do i do” i ask, panicked
“calm down, its probably just your dad. You locked the doors right?”
“umm yea. I’ll call you back” i say and end the call. Okay, what do you do when an ax murderer is in your house. A. Run. B. Fight. C. Scream.
I ponder my options then grab my camera stand. I tiptoe my way out of my room and listen for Any sound. I hear footsteps in the room beside mine and i grab my camera stand more firmly. Ok, Sarah you can do this. Breathe in, out. I raise the stand ready to strike as i turn the door handle. The door flies open and i come face to chest with naked flesh. A defined naked chest. My throat work extra hard to swallow my drool. My eyes moves down to see tone abs with no ounce of fat.
Below the abs is a thin hair trail which i follow to a towel hanging low on his hip. Why is my murderer wearing just a towel and looking damn good in it?.
My arms get tired of clutching my weapon and i lower it a bit. The murderer clear his throat and that’s when i remember to act. No matter how good a murderer’s body is, he would still kill me. I fling the stand toward the murderer’s head but he grabs it and throw it on the floor.
“Please, don’t kill me. I haven’t seen your face. Just take everything and leave me please. I’ll even let you take the towel” i plead.
“kill you?. You are the one trying to kill me in my own house, lady!” the familiar voice bellow and my head snap up and i come face to face with Jake once again. Wtf!
“you!” we both yell at the same time as his towel starts falling off his hips. I turn too quick and i slip almost falling on my ass yet again. Jake grab my waist to steady me and i can feel his whole body
plastered to my back. Please tell me he isn’t naked!
“why do you keep falling for me lady?”Jake asks with both humour and curiosity in his voice.
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