MAX
"Cut the crap and explain what the heck is going on here!" I snapped, cutting her short.
Her eyes rounded in shock, gaping at me. Obviously, not expecting my sudden outburst. What did she expect? For me to play cool like nothing was happening
and go on with this madness? Not a chance!
"Sorry, I had no choice. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't even know Bibi would recognize you. I..."
"Why would she even recognize me? I don't know you that well!" I cut her short yet again and saw her flinch this time. Even though my voice was low lest the crazy woman hears us. I made sure to sound as sharp as possible. She needed to know that I was not okay with her little drama.
"I don't know, I...I might have told her about our encounter on the bus."
"So you gave her my description? Wait! And you said I am your boyfriend? Of all the people you could have used, it just had to be me?"
Why on earth did she even think of talking about me to her grandma?
Wait,
"Did you do all this because you thought I like you?" I asked, finally realizing what she might have been thinking all along.
Of course, It is the only explanation that came to my mind. Ever since we met, I have been flirting ever since we met. What if Melissa thought that I was into her?
Yes, I am into her, but not for dating but for pleasure. I am someone who appreciates women and respects them a lot. One might think that I am a player, but I am not. Every lady I fooled around with knew that there were no feelings attached.
I don't do relationships, much less believe in marriages. I know that I am probably overreacting, but could one blame me?
What does it mean for a man who has claimed to be a boyfriend to meet his so-called girlfriend's parents, much less a grandma?
"Sorry if I led you on. As much as I find you hot and everything, you are not my type, not even close. I toy around with every girl who allows me to, so hold your horses, Melissa. You are not special."
I know I was being cruel with my words, but I had to kill any fantasies or funny ideas she was having.
"Are you done?" She suddenly asked, taking me aback. I was expecting to see her fuming face, for her to yell at me, worse, cry, but to my stupefaction, she was as calm as water.
"Listen," She started with a deep sigh, her eyes slightly narrowed at me.
"I am sorry if my actions led you to think that I have any profound feelings towards you."
"What?"
"I was only being polite to you because you are my customer. I didn't know that you were expecting me to fall for outdated flirtation words."
At this point, I was beyond speechless. I knew that Melissa was good with her words but not this good.
With a few words, she was able to hurt both my ego and pride as a man.
"But..." She drawled, looking at me with a hint of mockery on her face.
"I understand, as it is, you are used to women flocking over you with just a smile, but worry not, I am not one of them, and if I had any designs for you, then I am changing my mind. I can't possibly fancy a person who is such an ass."
My low chuckle impaled through the silence we had created, and I could not help but be impressed with how she managed to play and twist with my words, making a weapon out of them and attacking me.
"Then why lie that I am your boyfriend? Make me understand why you decided to choose me."
"No, I did not choose you. It's not my fault that you have the same features" I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Okay, let's say it's coincident that I look like your boyfriend, but how many people do you know that have my eyes?"
"Okay, I might have used your features." she finally admitted
"Why?" I groaned silently for fear that of attract the crazy woman's attention
"I didn't know that we would ever meet like ever again, and you just had to be walking outside the shop."
"Oh, now it is my fault?"
"It doesn't matter whose fault is now. We are already in this mess, so start getting to the idea of you being my boyfriend." She indifferently answered like it was a typical thing.
"You are crazy," I stated, and she smirked. A very sexy smirk filled with mischief that somehow managed to mess with the rhythm of my heartbeat.
"Crazy about you, love." And for the first time, a woman made me speechless and dumbfounded. Not only that, but something unexpected happened.
Her words did not just affect my heartbeat but also my body's reaction there, that I had to pray for her not to look lower.
Damn!
Her sudden low laughter did nothing to distract my crazy body but only ignited the fire she started. I narrowed my eyes at her when she leaned forward, giving me a little peek of her cleavage, and I wondered what she was up to now. Was she also trying to seduce me?
She reached her hand slowly, and if it was possible, in slow motion, until she retreated, with a magazine in her hand. Leaning towards the couch, she chuckled lowly and uttered 'cute' before concentrating on reading it.
Cute?
Of all the words she could describe me with, cute was what she came up with as if I were a puppy or kitty.
I was beyond irritated with everything that was happening. I almost laughed out in anger,
remembering what my best friend once told me.
She had said that my friends and I would one day find ourselves in a dire situation because of our flirting.
Well, now I am doomed.
I thought of leaving, but a sweet smell changed my mind immediately, and my stomach thought it was the perfect moment to growl.
"Is she cooking?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
"Yes, Bibi's special Porridge," she answered, her eyes not leaving the magazine she was so engrossed in, pretending to be reading. I caught her a couple of times stealing glances at me and looked away immediately.
"You don't have to worry. I am not psycho nor obsessed with you. I will explain everything when we leave." She continued, her eyes still on the magazine.
Silence reign again, and I leaned against the couch and relaxed a bit when she mentioned leaving. It was a relief knowing that I wasn't going to be stuck here.
I shifted in my seat, trying to be as comfortable as possible. With the unfamiliar place, crazy events, and Melissa, who seemed to be bent on ignoring my presence, I decided to put my focus on her.
Since we met, I haven't had the opportunity to look at her properly since I did not want to scare her away, worse, creep her out.
She had a kind of understated beauty. Perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her beauty.
Her brown skin was downright flawless. I doubt she uses face masks or expensive products.
She was simple but alluring at the same time. Her brown dyed hair with a peck of gold colour was combed in an afro style, exposing her beautiful face and neck.
She blinked her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like a butterfly.
Her lips were brown reminding me of chocolate. The top lip was thinner but not too thin with a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and plumber.
My throat worked when she bit her pencil as she pretended to focuss on the magazine, which made me wonder if her lips tasted like chocolate.
I wanted to taste her lips to confirm my suspicion.
Her top slid gently, exposing her shoulders running until it stopped almost around her cleavage. I swallowed when my eyes trailed her brown, soft skin, liking how the goosebumps awoken everywhere my gaze trailed.
"What the heck!" I exclaimed, catching the white teddy bear that almost hit my face.
"You pervert!" she hissed, adjusting her shirt back.
"What!" I feigned innocence.
"Why are you staring?" I blinked once, then twice, and realized that she caught me ogling her.
"Why would I be staring? Besides, I don't see anything interesting to look at." I defended myself, remembering how she hurt and bruised my ego a while ago.
"Then stop staring at my ugly face."
"Listen, I wasn't looking at you. On the contrary, I was giving you a clear view so that you won't strain your eyes." She raised her eyebrow questioningly.
"Do you think I haven't noticed how you were stealing glances at me?"
"No, I wasn't." came her immediate reply, causing me to smirk.
"Maybe you didn't notice the same way you haven't realized that you have been holding that magazine upside down all this time." she hastily looked at the magazine. I could not help but bit my lip, stopping the laughter that was threatening to come through.
The girl Melissa glared at me when she saw she was reading the magazine right, and I was just messing with her head.
I could see the embarrassment in her eyes while I just playfully raised my brows at her. She turned her head to the side to avert my gaze, but the sudden rosiness of her cheeks gave her away.
Was she blushing?
"Admit it, I am good-looking and your type of guy but too bad you are not my type." I gave her a cocky smile.
"Who says you are my type?" she gave me a challenging look.
"I am, or else why would you use me to describe your ideal kind of man?" challenge accepted.
Rolling her eyes, she placed both her elbows on her thigh so that she could lean closer.
"You just happened to be the perfect candidate, someone my Bibi doesn't know. Someone I was confident we were never going to cross paths with."
"And how is that working out on you?" Crossing my arms, I leaned back comfortably and asked.
"Habibi, come help me out here!" She was about to answer when her grandmother's voice called from the kitchen.
"Oh, you little liar, so your name is not even Melissa but Habibi? What kind of name is that?" I scoffed.
"Habibi is a Swahili word meaning my love, such a pity you don't know that, right?" She spat with a tight smile and walked towards the kitchen.
How rude.
No girl has ever reacted that way towards me. Every girl I have come across always got charmed by my looks, physique, and mostly my eyes.
Why is she acting as if angry with me?
Heck! I'm the one who should be angry for being dragged into this drama, not another way around.
A few minutes later, after debating if I should make a run for it when they were not around and decided to stay and sort out this issue, a sweet aroma assaulted my senses.
The smell was sensational that made me wonder what it was.
Melissa came back carrying a tray of three bowls of steam coming out of them. I took a peek out of curiosity, and my stomach grumbled upon seeing a thick brown liquid.
Bibi smiled and asked me to have it. I really don't like porridge, and I'd be damned before I could eat it.
"Go on, I assure you it's not poisoned. As a matter of fact you are too good-looking for me to do that," she said between her laughter.
I wasn't thinking about poisoning but had my doubts when it came to Melissa. Maybe she spat in it?
"Don't worry, I haven't spat in it," she said with a tight smile as if she read my mind.
"I am sure you would still love it, even if I did." She added, almost making me choke on my saliva.
Bibi, her grandmother, pinched her softly on her arm, making her wince.
She was right, though. I bet it would taste better...
Stop! I shook my head, trying to get rid of where my thoughts were heading.
If this was before the drama, I would have been sure to taste them, but now, no way.
That wasn't the only issue, though. I really am not a fan of porridge, but how was I going to say that out loud.
Melissa was looking at me as if daring me to say no, and her grandmother was eagerly waiting for me to take a scoop with her eyes twinkling.
I guess I won't die.
I scooped a spoonful and then tasted it.
All my taste buds exploded or went wild, I guess. It tasted scrumptious in a sense that gave me goosebumps.
There were so many flavours I could taste, from cinnamon, lime to almonds.
When I took another scoop, there was a ripe banana and raspberry.
This is officially my favourite drink or food or whatever.
"How is it?" Melissa asked expectantly.
"It's delicious. I have never had anything like this," I said, whirring in satisfaction.
"But don't you think it's too much?" I asked, not that I minded. Bibi gave me a weird look followed by a scoff.
"Where did you get this guy again?" She asked, turning to Melissa, who sighed as if already used to her grandmother's dramas.
"Huh..."
"Well, son, men are supposed to eat, and this porridge will help with your appetite, okay" I nodded.
"Yes, ma'am... I mean Bibi." I quickly corrected upon seeing the fierce glare sent my way.
Seriously, who is this grandma?
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