Chapter 6
Diana's POV
"Oh!! It's you, the famous Mr Mike Whitemoon, the Chairman of the Cabralf group of companies!?" The professor shouted with delight as he shook Mike's hand with all the strength he could muster.
"I apologize for my subordinats' insolent behavior, please don't take it to mind." The old lion bowed, glared at the burly security, then flashed a wide smile showing all his white teeth.
"We're sorry for what happened earlier, young lady. Please accept our sincere apologies." The burly man, understanding the meaning behind the old man's glare, quickly bowed to apologize.
"Oh! It's nothing… " I was surprised by the sudden change of event.
"I don't know I'm that famous, professor…" Mike said, then paused, waiting for the professor to introduce himself.
"Oh! My bad, I'm professor Khalid Bewaji of faculty of theater and Arts in this our University of Lagos."
"It was nice meeting you, professor Bewaji… my friend here is late for your test, can you please let her in so she can use the remaining time to attempt the question?" Mike asked.
"Mr Whitemoon, there's no need for your friend to go through all the stress of writing the test. She already has full mark with me, all I need is her name and matric number," The shameless old man said, trying hard to please my shameless stalker.
"Please follow me to my office, so I can write down her name and matric number and also entertain you in the process," Professor Bewaji said. His voice was like that of a harmless angel when he talked. Who could have thought that prof Bewaji, the roaring lion will have a day like this.
"Alright professor, let's head to your office now then." Mike Whitemoon said, exuding an aura of dominance as he followed the professor to his office.
I stood there like a wooden chicken, still in amazement of the fact that the person standing before me is one of the wealthiest people in the world.
Though I noticed that his name sounds familiar the first time he introduced himself to me, but I didn't think of this fool as someone special (who told him to disturb me while I was eating).
Rich people all had a secret or two they're keeping from the rest of the world. This secret of his would shock the whole world if revealed, but it's non of my concern and I'm also part of them now.
…
The professor after dismissing the rest of the class, took us to his office where I enjoyed the privilege that was never for once enjoyed by any of the students of my faculty (the roaring lion himself served us tea while licking Mike's booths like his palor dog.
Long story short, I got full marks in his course and he even called my final year project supervisor and put in a good word for me.
Prof. Bewaji escorted us out of his office.
"Mr Whitemoon, I'll be very glad if I can take a picture with you." Prof. Bewaji didn't even give Mike the chance to reply before he handed me his phone. "Diana, please let the pictures be clear."
Mike gazed at me as if asking for go ahead, to which I just shrugged my shoulder and took the phone from prof. Bewaji's hand. Mike didn't have any choice but to smile and pose for the picture.
I was about directing them for the fourth pose when the prof gestured to me to come, then asked me to feature for the next shoot.
Mike found the best opportunity to put his filthy hand on my body while smiling wildly like a chechired cat. The prof handed the phone to a student passing by then posed at Mike's right.
Few minutes later, the prof thanked Mike and went back to his office with a wide smile on his face.
It was now time for questioning.
"How did you get to know my school? And also, why are you looking for me?" I asked coldly.
"Hmm… the thing is… it's about what happened on the first day we met… the red light." I watched coldly as he struggled with his words. Who could have thought that the domineering CEO a while ago would have a time like this where he couldn't even complete a sentence without stuttering.
I wouldn't say I'm cold, but I'm trying everything possible to distance myself from him and his group of bloody weirdos.
"So… "
"..."
"You're the only one with the red light. T-t-that means you're my chosen mate. A-and we have to stay together as couple." Mike Whitemoon Said.
If I say I'm not tempted by what he just said, I'd be lying. But who would marry a cultist, I still need my life.
The richest man in the country proposed to me, but I'm hesitating. If it was a week ago, I would even be happy to work as his maid.
Look what hunger made me pass through. Look what hunger made me do.
"I'm sorry Mr Whitemoon, I can't stay by your side and you also know the reason why… I… " as I was about conjuring another lie to feed him, I saw him give a knowing smile before talking.
"I understand, your Highness. I know you're trying to protect me… but I'm willing to live and die for you. even if you didn't accept me now, I'll change your mind with my sincerity," Mike Said.
His imagination is top notch, I must say. I only said a few words and he had already "understood" what I was trying to tell him.
"Since you understand, why are you still hellbent on following me?"
"This is the twelfth year after my coming of age ceremony, and you're the first and only person that was chosen to be my mate, by the moon goddess herself. Upon all the mating gathering I've attended, I've not had any luck of choosing a mate… so even if the heavens will fall, I would never leave you." I couldn't help but notice the determined expression on his face as he declared openly, his unwavering determination to be my stalker for life.
I was about to send him away when my stomach rumbled all of a sudden. The only money left with me is my transport fare.
I only planned to attend the lecture (test) and go home afterwards, to freeload on my kind landlady. At least if I should visit under the pretence of helping out with the chores, the rich widow would offer me something to eat.
Wait!
I was made the moon priestess for nothing sake? Every job has its perks and benefits. Even, a village chief priest collect salary, talkless of a whole moon Priestess of a large tribe of werewolves.
I must collect my salary.
Or should I wait till the end of the month before requesting for my pay? No, it's now or never.
"Ahem! Mike, do you have the contact info of Akira Violet or any of the seven custodians of the moon palace?"