The next day was the day of leaving. She found Quen waiting for her at the airport with their tickets. They waited for a few minutes before boarding the plane.
" Why not use your jet and choose a public plane?" She curiously asked when they were relaxedly sat in the plane. Though it was a business class and okay for her, she doubted that people like Quen Okefe would use public planes.
"Well, it's not necessary since it's only three hours before we land," he carelessly answered, which she nodded in understanding.
They landed late in the evening and drove right to the hotel where they were given two adjacent rooms, which Angela inwardly was grateful for that it didn't turn like Brena's wild wishes.
" You go to your room and freshen up and then go down for dinner or call for room serving if you want," he said, handing her the room key as they reached their rooms.
" You not coming for dinner?".
" I'll just take the bags inside. There is this friend of mine I have to meet, don't wait for me. "
" No prob. I was just asking. See ya tomorrow then, " she said, which he nodded before everyone turned to their room.
" Wow, such a luxury as room. Quen sure knows how to pick things, " she exclaimed, entering the room. The room was white painted with a queen sized bed in the middle, which was decorated with a purple duvet matching well the faint light in the room. The same purple couch lies in the right corner of the room, adding to the beauty itself.
She dropped down her suit case and jumped on the bed, feeling the comfy of the sheets. " Oh, such a comfortable thing. I'll rate this hotel as the best in my life, " a cheeky smile raising her lips to every corner.
She took a hot, long shower determined to rid any hint of tiredness off her body. After she ordered her food in. since Quen was nowhere, she found no need to eat down there. Speak of Quen, it's been four hours since he left, and he is not yet back. She read books and later watched movies to tire herself up to bed, but she just couldn't feel any sleepy.
It's half past eleven. What kind of friend had he gone to meet? Is it that girl he talked about? No, no, it can't be her.
She suddenly jumped up at the thought of him being with the girl but laughed at herself when she realized it was none of her business. She threw herself on the bed again, concentrating on the movie she was watching. But her mind continued drifting away to Quen. You know what Angela, you are a big fool. Here you are, tiring your neurons for someone who didn't even care to send a text, and why do you care if his friend is a guy or girl? It shouldn't matter to you, right?. She scolded herself.
She pressed shut her tablet, throwing it away, and lay down, trying to sleep. Annoyed at the fact that she couldn't sleep,she sat up again and kicked her legs in frustration.
I better go get some fresh air before this drives me crazy.
With that, she jumped off the bed, and Zombie walked to the balcony. Smiling as the cold breeze of the night blows on her face, she turns to Quen's room and frowned when she saw that the lights were still off. This means he is not in yet. She slowly walked toward the end of her balcony, and a scheming smile tugged her lips as an idea popped into her mind. She praised the architect who designed this building for making the balconies too close, and now she was going to benefit his brilliant work.
" Even doors are open. Lucky me, " she exclaimed after jumping off the balcony. She quietly entered like a thief she looked like right then, to find the room completely dark. She dared not to turn the lights on and sat herself comfortably on his bed.
" What the hell am I doing?" She asked herself, but even she didn't know why her naugthy mind came up with this crazy idea, yet it sounded fun to that same mind so she decided to settle with the current reason. She sat there for a while, roaming her eyes in the dark when she started to yawn.
Feeling sleepy, she climbed on the bed and then into the sheets before lying her petite body securely under the sheets. Let me sleep a little. She slowly closed her eyes...
Her eyes slowly opened and closed, fighting the burning sensation caused by the sun's light illuminating through the balcony window. She turned avoiding the light and stretched her arm to grab a pillow when her hand landed on something hard and soft at the same time. What kind of pillow is this? Made of human skin? She thought before realization hit her and abruptly opened her eyes to meet Quen's own wide opened balls. As if on sync, they both jumped off to either side of the bed, shouting and throwing pillows at each other.
" Y_ou.., what the hell are you doing in my room?" Angela was the first to spat, pointing a finger at him.
" That should have been my question," Quen spat back. " How the hell did you get in here?"
She roamed her eyes around the room and found that it really wasn't her room. She cursed in embarrassment, looking down.
" Well.. um.. I tricked someone into giving me another key. " There was no way she would tell him how she got in unless she wanted to be called a psycho her whole life. Looking back, she admitted she was one. At least, almost one.
" My gosh, Angela. Can you try being decent for once? " This was beyond his imagination of her. She must have been born in a year of pig since her stubbornness matched well those of pig.
" Hey you_, how dare you say I'm no decent?"Here comes the angry woman. Quen shocked his head as she approached him, ready to fish out his tongue from his mouth, which he thought it deserved for slipping like that. But again, she looked so hot, totally badass, and he regretted no more, ready to annoy her even more.
" Well, are you?" He smirked as she stopped right in front of him, burning in anger like a red indian chilli.
" You_ " she pointed finger at his chest.
Quen moved closer, closing the gap between them, his smirk growing as her fury. He gently lowered her finger, invading her personal space. Since Quen was a way taller than her, angela had to look up to face him.
He lowered his head a little and said in a husky voice. " You missed me last night, right?" He grinned when she scoffed in annoyance.
" Let's leave that aside. Did you enjoy my company?" Angela subconsciously rolled her eyes. Oh Lord, this guy's ego is beyond the whole world, if not the universe.
" Go to hell," realizing that his cockiness is far beyond her stubborn, she turned to go, but Quen quickly got hold of her arm.
" Let go of my hand." she struggled to free herself from his grip, but instead of letting her go, he pulled her to him, shifting his grip on her waist. Her hands on his chest she struggled from his grip, but Quen's grip was much strong to her, so she gave in and stared at him.
" What are you doing? Let me go. "
" First, say that I'm handsome." she again rolled her eyes, which made Quen grin with satisfaction.
" Did you know that your ego is larger than your intellect?" She asked, shooting him an angry glare.
" Well, that hurts," he feigned a hurt face. " But I'll just take it as a complement and let it pass, so let's go back to where we were."
" Really, you are determined to do this?" She asked, hoping to change his mind. He only shrugged and gave her an "I'm still waiting" look.
She sighed in defeat. " Okay," she let out a deal of breath and locked eyes with him before wearing a child smile. "You are the most handsome man I have ever seen that I lose my breath whenever I lay my eyes on you. Literally, you take my breath away. Happy, " she added at the end.
" Well.." he said, taken back by her words. Though he knew that they definitely didn't come from heart, he was still touched, making him grin ear to ear. " You didn't have to say all those things." His cocky smile returning, pissing off Angela more.
" You know well the fact that I don't mean them," she snorted.
He smirked and leaned closer. " You know, you are the hottest when you are angry and cute when you are obeying."
" I hate you,"
" No, you don't," he grinned.
" Trust me, I do," she answered again, this time clearly really pissed off.
" Then I'll make it my goal to change your mind,"
On hearing that, she stepped on his foot, causing him to flinch in pain, thereby loosening his grip. She poised to run, but Quen was quick to pull her back, and they both fell on the sofa in process. Angela was on top of him while his hands steadied her by waist.
" Great, just great," she cursed. She raised her head, her chest against his, and stared at him. She could hear nothing except heartbeat, which she couldn't pin down whose. They stared at each other, their eyes locking with immense emotions none of them could understand. None dared to look away or blink. Only staring.
She watched as he slowly raised his head toward her, never breaking eye contact, and she felt her heart racing like crazy. As if that wasn't enough, his husky voice rang out the words she never expected to come from him.
" Can I kiss you?"
It was a question, a fucking damn question but left her speechless, she wanted to run away, far away yet every part of her body seemed to have gone numb. She stared at him as it was the only thing she could do at the moment.
Without hesitation or waiting for answer, Quen pressed his lips on her and kissed her slowly enjoying the sweetness of her lips. On other hand Angela was wide opened. If she was in her right mind she would have pushed him and even slapped his shameless face yet here she was, feeling electricity passing down her nerves and shiver travelling down her spine, weakening her limbs as he kissed her, gently caressing her back, sending warmth to her already heated up body. As much as her conscious told her not to, she found herself kissing him back. Tracing her fingers in his hair as he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. They knew it was not the right thing to do but they couldn't care less. They only followed their hearts and body which told them only one thing, to enjoy the moment.
They pulled away after a while to catch their breath and stared at each other, confused by what they just done and then followed embarrassment. Angela quickly jumped off him and run to the door, her face red as tomato sauce. Then she remembered she had no shoes on. She turned back with the same speed, run to the other side of the bed. She took a quick glance at Quen who was rising up from the sofa and grabbed her shoes not bothering to wear them, she turned to the door again.
" Holy shit " she exclaimed after opening the door, her hand holding the door handle freezing on it and the other one dropping the shoes on the floor. Just then Quen also come running after he and like her,frezzing on spot.
" Dad_what are you doing here?" They both chorused...