To serve a billionaire

Chapter 2

There was silence between us as though we were practicing what to say to each other. I didn't care, all I wanted was to just get home to my family. My eyes were wide open in case of any slightest movement.

Despite being slim and innocent, I know how to defend myself.

Just a block away from my house. He looked at me, "Are you underaged?" he asked, looking at me intensively.

"What!" I laughed.

"I would love to have you for dinner," he said to me with his hands slowly touching my tiles. His hand was so chilly and soft that I immediately had goose pimples all over my body.

"Am sorry sir but am not interested" I replied to him, removing his hand forcefully.

He looked at me and gave me a dangerous smile.

He brought out his wallet and threw 100 bucks at me. Who the hell does he think he is? I picked up the money and placed it on his dashboard. " Don't mistake my helplessness for poverty, I don't need your help or your money and I'm not a meal that you can have for dinner" I was pointing at him as I castigated his thoughts.

He pulled over and looked intensively at me. I rolled my eyes and got down.

His eyes this time were ferocious and his face was boiling with anger. He didn't utter a word to me. He opened his small pouch and brought out a card which he handed to me.

"Come to me when you are interested," he said as he drove off.

I looked at the card in confusion trying to figure out what was written on it. He was weird. I guess he has not been rejected by a girl before. Who would?

Rejecting such an offer from a man like him was insane. But I had to because I had a lot to deal with than just being someone's dinner.

Still, I couldn't see anything, not even a single word because it was dark.

I curled up making an effort to see through the dark into the house.

I managed to get in. " Here you are," Aunt Nathan yelled at me. She was sitting on a small wooden stool in the living room waiting for me to come back. "where are you coming from? ".

I had to narrate my journey to her before she could grant me passage into my room.

Now she was calm and felt pity after hearing my story. " Go and rest ok " she rubbed my shoulder as she headed to her room.

The next morning I was awoken by the loud noises I heard from the living room. It was as though there was a fight going on.

Despite being tired, I didn't sleep much last night. I had to find out what was happening.

I rubbed my eyes with my hand, yawning like a shark trying to feed on its prey. I slowly walked to the toilet to rinse my face.

Now I can see properly. " Where is Clara?" I stared around the room like a CCTV camera and spotted her standing near the window with her portable mirror. Scanning her face to find the latest pimples to pop.

Sometimes I wish I was her, then I would have less to worry about. " Hey ugly" is the name I gave her.

" Stupid girl are you up, I was just coming to wake you up with hot water," still focused on her face ... .whatever.

" What's going on? Who are those making noise? "Go and find out for yourself" she replied with an unconcerned attitude.

Clara and I are just the same age, just that I am older than her by two months.

"Talking to you is a waste of time ugly head," I said, hurrying to the door to avoid hearing her retaliation insult.

I tiptoed along the corridor not making a sound to notice. I peeped through the hole in the door. I wasn't able to see the people but I could hear my aunt and her husband's voices. The third person, not that much.

I stood up confidently, adjusted my pyjamas and was ready to face whatever was at the other side of the door.

I gradually opened the door and danced my way in. I stood there unnoticed.

"What the hell is he doing here?" I wondered to myself. Yes, it was Peter, my would-be husband if I say so myself.

I have known Peter for so long since my senior high school. We weren't that close, talking more about being friends. Till we met at the bakery shop after four years of graduating from school.

The marriage aspect came up after the case of my uncle owing Denest Bank a huge sum of money he invested in a business that didn't work out.

I agreed to take the plunge with him just because he was willing to pay up the bills.

They were gisting and chuckling. Only he and I know he wasn't as sincere as he seems to be. I can still remember how our last meeting went. When he almost choked from just a glance at my boobs.

But I was glad that at least he was putting a smile on their faces. I can remember by this time yesterday when the bank brought a note to my uncle notifying him of the time left. Which left everyone's mode in disarray.

At this point, he was trying his best to convince my aunt that he was the perfect man for me.

I wouldn't have imagined getting married to someone whom I didn't love. What can I do? The bank has given my uncle just a few months to pay up if not he was going straight to prison.

The thought of what my aunt will have to go through if that happens scares me. I see her as my mother. And I will do anything for her.

" Mia sweetheart come " my aunt called out to me. I approached her and sat next to her with my eyes focused on Peter. He was pretending to be on his phone now.

" Won't you be going to work today? " my uncle asked. " yes I will but I will go a little bit late am… "Are you sick? " my aunt interrupted, holding my chin and turning my head from one side to the other.

"No, just feel like going to shop late today". In my mind I was getting back at Tina for making me wait that long, she was going to get a taste of her own medicine. " Mia is now a grown woman" Peter inputted.

My aunt laughed "Of course my angel is growing so fast I can't wait to see her get married off" she said, rubbing my back in a circular motion.

I faked a smile and turned my face to the other side. To avoid hearing more of those annoying remarks. I stood up and excused myself, leaving them to talk about a hopeless marriage.

On reaching the room I saw Clara standing at the door side stretching her right hand towards me. She was holding a paper.

I moved towards her and looked closely at the paper. It was the card that Mr handsome gave me last night I almost forgot. " is it yours?" she asked, swinging it across my face.

"yes hand it over" I said reaching out to collect it. She was about to give it to me but suddenly withdrew. She looked at the card and read what was written on it.

"Mr Williams Ceo of Denest Bank, nearrrr…. " I immediately snatched the card from her before she could complete her statement. " Denest Bank" I looked at Clare who seemed not to understand what I meant.

"What is the name of the bank Dad (my uncle) owns? ". "Denest Bank! " she shouted in shock. " Who is he? " she asked but I ignored her because I knew she would tease me if I told her about my encounter with Mr dinner.

I entered the room leaving her still standing baffled. I don't have time to explain to her cause I was already late to work.

I hurriedly got ready and left the house.

At the shop, there was no sight of Tina or Miss Cecilia. I became worried.

I darted left and right but still, there was no trace of them. I sighed in dismay. I opened the shop, it was a good thing Tina left me the keys.

I entered inside and went for my bag I forgot on the counter yesterday. I brought out my phone and called Mrs Cecilia who told me she was seriously sick and not sure when she would be returning to the shop.

It was a good thing I called her because Tina was not going to tell me.

I quickly locked up the shop, trying to figure out what to do next. Going back to the house was the last thing on my mind knowing fully well that Peter might still be there.

I decided to use that opportunity to find out who Mr Williams was and how he was connected to my uncle's case.

I took out the card from my pocket and took a closer look at the address written on it. I wasn't sure where Hollywood Boulevard was, but I am determined to find out.