Mo Ambrose, the god of sex and temptation.
Mo Ambrose did not expect that the students here would be so brave to say such a thing.
Chuckling into the microphone, he commands the attention of the students. "Let's not make young Miss feel more embarrassed. I will begin with my speech now." He states.
The man had a deep voice that resounded into the microphone. His voice so deep that it scratched her ears and made her feel like he was whispering directly into her ears. While he gave his speech, she paid little to no attention to what he was saying and was instead focused on how she would pay back her family debt. If only God could send her a miracle. By the time she was brought back to reality it was by the voice of the man, as he asked her to excuse him.
"What are you thinking so much?" He softly questions, and his voice still seem to send a vibrating effect into her ears.
Folawe almost jumped in her seat looking sideways and seeing the man eagerly waiting for her to respond, she quickly gets on her feet. "Sorry. Sorry.."
"I asked to move to the next seat."
Folawe knew the seat she was to move to would belong to his assistant and so she looked around for the man but couldnt find him anywhere. Reluctantly, she moves to the next seat. Although she tries her best not to, she could not help but inhale the mans scent. Staring at the platform where the VC was now giving his speech she pretends he was a log of wood to prevent her thoughts from derailing. Ambrose too didnt bother making small talks with her and only focused on the raised platform. Although his side view was filled with the girls stressed out look.
Was she that troubled by her familys debt?
When the VC finished his speech, he asked the president to the platform to allow few of the students ask their questions. Mo Ambrose was more than willing to comply terminating the rumours from America and England that he was a difficult man to deal with. Most of the students who question him were either the president of a department or of a student council. The brave student who had said something about love being in the air was part of a student council although he could not tell what his position his.
"You in black." He gestures at the boy.
The student with a boyish smile was passed the microphone and he removes his mask, clears his throat and begins. "This question is slightly not related to the speech you gave, would you be okay with it?"
His assistant had nust walked in now. Mo Ambrose encourage him to ask.
"Just yesterday, we saw the video of your mum asking or should I say begging and threatening you to get married, President Mo, how did you make her calm? Are you truly not getting married or could it be that.." he looks around the crowd as everyone had their breath in not daring to say a word before his eyes finally lands on Folawe who was also listening attentively to him. "Could it be you have already seen a Christmas gift in our school?" Once he finished the whole hall started to scream and shout again. The boy was indeed brave.
Mo Ambrose didnt smile neither did he chuckle and the students seeing this quickly stops screaming. Has his question angered the president?
"We all know how very dramtic African Parents can be. And yes she did threaten me and all but I wouldn't disclose whether or not I have seen a Christmas gift. I will leave that to your imagination."
The boy felt disappointed but it didnt stop him from saying. "You can just take Folawe as New years gift. Mrs Mo wouldn't mind." Before a male lecturer snatched the microphone from him with a glare.
His statement caused a very faint smile to appear on Mo Ambrose face. He and the VC exchanged greetings before he bade the students farewell. Seeing this handsome face leave the hall, the students could not help but feel deflated and they didnt bother hiding it.
"Some of you all will not put a shame label to the name of our school." The VC addresses before leaving the hall.
The Head of Department for science then gave them another slight warning. "As the president of the Physics department, your question is quiet far from the right field." He was referring to the boy who had made fun of Folawe and Mo Ambrose. Once all the lecturers left the hall, Folawe immediately follows. She knew that if she spent a minute more in that hall, she would be crowded by female students and stupid questions. But she couldnt escape from Joy.
"Tsk..tsk..tsk..you are trying to hide things from me but now look, everyone knows the secret."
Gripping her bag for support, she made her understand. "There is no secret. I only helped them with his car tyre yesterday."
"And you didn't bother telling it to me? You little fool! What is going on between you and him?"
"Nothing."
Joy gave her a scrutinizing look before giving in. "Fine. We will talk about this when I get home. I am sleeping in your room tonight."
"Ahh..no no. I think I will be leaving town today. I am going home."
"You had better not leave without telling me. I have to go to our department and hear some gossip. I will tell you later." Folawe didnt bother stopping her and bade farewell to her. Walking to the school park she could still feel the stares and fingers pointed at her by some of the students. In their minds, they must think that she is having an affair with President Mo. When infact she wasnt bothered by him at all.
Later that evening, Joy still had not returned so Folawe postponed going home to the following morning. But as she didn't have anything to eat, she decided to buy bread when on her way back, a familiar car parks by her side.
Winding down the glass, she could see Masons happy expression. "Miss, sorry to disturb you but can you get in the back seat, the president has something to tell you."
Folawe didnt bother refusing because that would mean calling attention to herself in the middle of the road. Quickly she hops in not minding that she wasnt well dressed.
"Drive." Ambrose commands his assistant. "Evening young miss."
"Good evening President Mo." She greeted in an almost impassive voice.
Her tone made Ambrose slightly satisfied but also uncomfortable. Hitting the nail on the head, he begins. "Your family has a huge debt you arent able to pay off." He didnt give her chance to react or say a thing before he continued. "And I have a deal that will benefit us both." Folawe was shocked.
So shocked she was left speechless. The words knocked out of her mouth. She who always had something to say in return was quiet. How did the man know of her familys problem?
By the time she collected herself, Mo Ambrose had continued. "We both know you cant pay the debt in the time given and it would be a disaster or should I say very saddening as well to have you as a slave in exchange for your familys debt."
Now she has something to say. "Excuse me. President Mo dont you think you are going too far? How did you even.."
Mo Ambrose adjusted his neck tie and continued. "I will pay off the debt." He declares and Mason steps out of the car to give them some privacy.
"I wont be your sex slave President Mo." She states a look of disgust on her face.
He regarded her words with a scorn. "Do you think you are qualified?"
It was a question. One that made her feel more infuriated. Folawe raised her hand to hit the man but her tiny wrist was grabbed by the man before she could do anything. She turned to fight against his strength but ended up being pulled into his embrace. Placing her hand behind her back.
Mo Ambrose adjusted himself so that he was holding her other hand with his free one. Pressed against him like this, she realised the man is so big. Big, hard and warm against her chest. Not to mention that he smelled divine. With her raging hormones, give her a few more minutes of this toture and she would be rubbing against him with a whimper.
"What I mean is, you wouldn't be able to handle being a sex slave. You look malnourished."
Okay this was it. She didnt mind if he looked like the god of sex and temptation but he was not allowed to talk to her like that.
"President Mo, are you trying to remove my hand?"
He realised he still held her hand behind her back and released it. But his other hand was now pressed against her back. Somewhere around her lower back. "I am sorry."
"It is so sudden that you want to help and you dont want me to be your sex slave. What is in it for you?"
He gazed into her eyes for a while before responding. "It is new year soon and I cant attend Chritsmas alone, for the sake of my mothers constant nagging. Let's just say I am giving myself a new years gift."
Hesitating, she questions. "And the gift is me?"
"Exactly."