The next day, James showed up at my doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and a charming smile. "Lunch?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with invitation. My feelings for James were undeniable, but it was clear that Damola occupied a much larger space in my heart.
I was taken aback by the sudden gesture, but I couldn't deny the flutter in my chest. "I...I'd love to," I stammered.
As we sat down to eat, I couldn't help but sneak glances at my phone. I had tried calling Damola again that morning, but he hadn't answered.
James noticed my distraction and raised an eyebrow.
"You don't like the food?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
I forced a smile and shook my head.
"No, it's just...I don't have an appetite."
I pushed my chair back and stood up, feeling a sudden urge to escape. James's eyes followed me, his expression concerned.
As soon as I reached my room, I dialed Damola's number again. This time, it rang, but he didn't answer. I tried again, but the call was declined.
I felt a surge of frustration and worry. Why was Damola avoiding me?
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, determined to see him. But James caught up to me, his hand on my arm
"Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
I tried to shake him off, but he held firm.
"It's none of your business," I snapped.
James raised an eyebrow. "It's my business when you're going out on an empty stomach."
I glared at him, feeling a spark of anger. "I'll eat outside."
But James wouldn't let go. "It's unhealthy eating out."
I struggled to break free, but he held firm. In a moment of desperation, I bit his hand, and he let out a yelp of pain.
I took advantage of the distraction to push him away and make a run for the door. I sprinted out of the house, not stopping until I reached the safety of a taxi.
As we drove away, I caught a glimpse of Davis and the bodyguards searching for me.i made sure I wasn't seen.I felt a thrill of excitement and fear.
I arrived at the store where Damola worked, my heart racing with anticipation. I spotted him in the back, arranging cartons.
As I approached him, he turned around, his eyes narrowing. "Don't come any closer," he warned.
I felt a pang of hurt and regret. "Damola, please listen to me."
But he just leaned against the wall, his arms folded. "I'm listening."
I took a deep breath and explained everything - the phone, the house, James. Damola listened intently, his expression unreadable. I had to lie.
I had to lie that I lost my phone because I had to reasonable reason to give him.
When I finished, he took a step closer, his eyes blazing with anger. "For two days, the only time you had to check your phone was this morning?"
I felt a surge of defensiveness. "I just found my phone this morning."
Damola's eyes narrowed. "Do you know how worried I was?"
I felt a pang of guilt and regret. "I'm sorry."
But Damola just shook his head. "I know I'm not important to you."
I felt a surge of emotion. "You are, you're very important. You're my friend"
Damola scoffed " I'm your friend?"I nodded.
Damola's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of hope. My heart skipped a beat as the air between us charged with an undeniable tension. We stood facing each other. Damola's gaze drifted to my lips, and i felt a shiver run down her spine. Without a word, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin and sending sparks flying.My breath caught in his throat as Damola's face drew closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt like i was melting into his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest,and then, in a movement that seemed almost slow-motion, Damola's lips touched mine. The world around us melted away, my lips parted, and Damola's tongue danced with mine, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She felt like she was drowning in the sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the taste, the touch, the feel of him, and when we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I knew that I would never be the same again. Damola's kiss had awakened something deep within me, something that I couldn't ignore.