So much for friendship
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President Jonny was the first to break the spell of the pictures of the murdered men.
"Jabbir, I want you to go along with Fatima to her university, learn everything worth knowing about the said chemical." He said.
"Perhaps there is another way to save this mansion from fallen." He paused.
Fatima sensed he was still in shock.
"Tafa," I want you to announce to all our secret agents, we can't go public now. Give them the ideal image of our suspect. By His grace, we will save this mansion.
"Amen," Tafa whispered
"Amen." Jabbir and Fatima added.
Fatima's body fell dumb as she strode towards the heliport.
She heard the footstep of the man president Jonny called jabbir beside her.
Yet that seemed the only thing she was aware of, normally she existed in a state of deep calm, in perfect harmony with the whole world.
But now, very suddenly nothing made sense, not anymore, the last past hours had been a blur.
She was sleeping in her private residence in Aja when Akande's call came through.
'Your grandfather had been murdered, come quickly.'
Despite the harmattan cold associated with every January, the word had burned her to the bone. Akande's emotionless tone hurt as much as the news.
So much for their so-called friendship.
She plunged into the street immediately.
Her grandfather, the man who had brought fun and love to her life is suddenly gone.
"Deep breath," she told herself Yet it's impossible to get calmed.
The question circled faster and faster. who killed her grandfather and why?
What purpose did his amputated arms serve
Much questions with no answer, Fatima grunted in disdain.
The specialist at her back came nearer, who is he and why is he having such power over her?
Tired and stressed, Fatima gave a loud yawn
Tonight promised to be longer than she thought
She knew she needed to sleep badly, but it's only a fool who sleeps when his or her house it's on fire.
Fatima Is no fool but her pupils show otherwise as they keep getting heavier every minute.
She mustered her remaining strength to the heliport.
Who is Fatima and why is she having such an effect on him? Captivated by her charm, Jabbir Increase his steps.
He was beside her now, barely standing over five feet tall in her sturdy black shoes.
She glared up at him, blue eyes flashing, hands on her hips.
Jabbir believes his colleagues in school thought he harbored grudges against women, but it wasn't true.
He had no bitterness but love. He is in love with bachelor's hood.
He can never display affection. According to his dictionary, emotional displays were signs of weakness.
When he was little, every small tragedy, real or fiction had made him sad and cried. Now grown up and wiser, he knew the truth; most bad things happen for good reasons.
But this lady... an unsettling nervousness ran through jabbir, feeling as if his crusty bachelor's heart had been broken and put back together all in the space of half a beat.
He needs to give his hormones time to cool, give his heart time to regain his proper perspective.
His hormones hadn't reacted that strong in years.
That's all it was, he reminded himself.
Yet he couldn't stop but notice little things about her, like the way her dark lashes cast spiked shadows against her pale cheeks. He could see the delicate rise and fall of her chest, her breathing so fast that it was hard to tell if she breath at all.
Fragile.
That's the name for Fatima
Everything about her whispered fragility and vulnerability.
He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and protect her from getting hurt.
But that was crazy, it wasn't like him to let his imagination run away with him
Although he wasn't touching her there was a space between them where the heat from their bodies collided, creating some kind of charged field unknown to jabbir. That's when he gave up, some things are not meant to be fought.
Suddenly without his knowledge, her hands were in his hands, drawing her closer as his arms spontaneously went to her waist. The roundness of her breast pressed against his chest.
Silently, she watched him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.
"What are you doing?" she didn't sound frightening, only curious.
He reached up to stroke her hot cheek, then gently cradle her chin between his fingers and thumb. His gaze moved down her face to her full lips.
"I'm going to kiss you, is that okay?"
"Yes." The words were whispered in a shallow breath.
This gentleman's style does work, Jabbir thought with a grin.
The next thing she knew, his hands were in her waist, his head bending towards her.
Then she felt his warm breath caressing her lips just before his mouth pressed over hers
Fatima's knee went weak.
She immediately had an old sensation in her stomach - a fluttering- as a series of tremors coursed through her.
As abruptly as he'd begun the kiss, he stopped, released her hand, and took a step back.
Watching her, his expression thoughtful, almost puzzled.
But maybe he wasn't puzzled, maybe he always frowned like that she could only stare back.
Feeling dazed.
A hot blush stole her cheeks when she realized what she'd just done For a second she'd kissed him back.
Fatima didn't go around kissing strange men or letting strange men kiss her. She kissed a couple of times in her Twenty years of innocent existence, and it had never been anything like this, anything at all.
And here she was, kissing a man she'd never set eyes on until a few hours ago.
Yet she sinfully enjoyed it, enjoyed it to the core, and crave for more.
This seemed to be more interesting now as she suddenly started believing in soulmates and twin flame.
Before she had been an antagonist and never believed in Love at first sight, or specifically put, she never believes in love.
To her, love is a Christian word and belief. Love doesn't exist in her dictionary.
Desire, duty, discipline, and honor. This is all she ever need, all she ever had.
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