Unwanted Matrimony

Chapter7

Tiara’s POV

The guard of my building helped me put my luggage in the car while I struggled with getting Bluey to enter her carry-along cage.

“Hurry your fat ass up”, Amira shouted, slapping my butt. “You’ve got a flight to catch”.

“Amira”, I shrieked in embarrassment as our other neighbor got into his car.

“What? I’m stating facts. You’ve got a fat ass and a flight to catch”, Amira shrugged innocently while I shook my head, a tiny smile on my face.

Sometimes, I wonder how they let her loud mouth live here.

I finally got Bluey to enter her cage and kept her and Ruby in the back seat.

“When are you coming to be back?” Amira questioned as she maneuvered out of the parking lot.

“I don’t know”, I stated with a shrug. “My parents would probably want to savor this opportunity to their very best. I’ll probably leave there when work calls”.

“I wish I could come with you just for your mum’s cooking”, Amira whined like a child, sticking out her lower lip.

“I can bring something for you”, I suggested, reapplying my gloss.

“Yes, the meat and chicken stew”, Amira spoke excitedly.

“You know you can get that in a Nigerian restaurant around here, right? Or I can make it for you”, I stated.

“Your mom’s food hits diff…wait, you know how to cook? Amira questioned, stopping the car abruptly.

“Yes, Amira. I’ve always known how to cook”, I replied with a blank face.

“You have to make me something when you get back”, she pleaded, giving me the puppy's eyes.

“I’m not promising”, I said as I offered her a piece of gum.

“Yeah”, she sighed. “How was your park date with your dogs?”

“It was great for the dogs. I got irritated most of the time spent there”, I dismissed.

“Why?” Amira inquired.

“I met the guy who hit my car a few days ago, and he was so entitled about the bench today”, I stated as I typed away on my phone.

“Is he handsome?” Amira asked, a grin on her face.

Sometimes, I feel like smashing Amira’s head on the nearest surface. Out of everything I said, that’s all she could ask.

“Yeah”, I said and rolled my eyes.

I suddenly remembered the last statement he made before I left, “I appreciate beauty when I see it”. This caused me to smile, giving Amira the wrong impression.

“Oouuu! Someone is in love”. Amira teased while I eyed her.

“You can’t be in love with someone you met once”, I scolded, my smile hurting my cheek.

Amira’s reaction is what’s making me smile now, but she thinks I’m blushing for a different reason.

“You’ve met him twice, so you can fall in love”, Amira said with a smile.

“If he didn’t have a terrible personality”, I mumbled.

Amira’s delusion is on another level, but I can’t be the one to judge her, considering how delusional I am. Every Friday night, we would obsess over the fictional men we read about during the week, kicking our feet like high school girls.

“I can’t wait to be your matchmaker”, Amira giggled. “If he visits the dog park that means he lives around us”.

“You’re not matchmaking anyone, Amira. There’s nothing to match”, I said, dissolving her stupid idea.

“Oh, you guys would make beautiful babies”, Amira said with a dreamy look in her eyes, causing me to slap my palm on my forehead.

She hasn’t even met this man.

I would love to sell this girl for a piece of pickle.

We finally got to the airport, freeing me from Amira’s delusionality.

I put my luggage on a cart and hugged Amira goodbye.

“I’m going to miss you. Love you”, I said as we stood in a hug.

“I’ll miss you too. Love you more”, Amira said into my hair. “And I’ll find your mystery man”.

I walked away from Amira with a smile on my face as I shook my head.

I went to the first-class lounge after checking in to wait for my flight.

I put a call across to Rosalie because I didn't understand why I came early, and she didn't show up.

“I'm sorry, darling”, Rosalie apologized. “My son fell sick this morning, so I had to take him to the hospital”.

“Oh… How is he now?” I inquired, with furrowed brows.

“He’s better now. He’s got appendicitis and his surgery is scheduled for next month”, Rosalie said, and the worry in her voice made my heart ache.

“When he wakes up, please can you call me?” I questioned as I went to get something to eat.

“Alright. Take care of yourself”, she said, and disconnected the call.

I was sitting in the restaurant, going through the menu, when I saw a giant dog walk towards my table from my peripheral vision. Many people have this species of dog, but I knew the owner of this one because of the collar the dog possesses; a gold chain collar with a capital P designed in rhinestones. I didn’t have to look around that long before I found Mr Punctual sitting at another table close to mine with a child on his lap and a man and a woman sitting in front of him. He excused himself before coming towards my table, probably to pick up his dog.

“Stalking is a punishable offense, mademoiselle”, he joked, the edge of his lips tipping up.

“You need to be important for someone to think of stalking you”, I retorted, taking a sip of my juice while he raised a brow at me.

“Whatever gets you off at night”, he said and winked with a smile before walking away with his dog and I nearly had a heart attack.

I don’t even know this man, and he’s making me feel all mushy and irritated.

I finished having my lunch and headed back to the lounge.

It was time to board, and pre-boarding announcements were made, and all boarding procedures were done.

I was finally on board and the person sitting next to me was no one other than Mr punctual. It’s like the universe wants us together or something. Seeing him constantly is becoming a pain in my ass.

The pre-flight safety precautions were demonstrated as I got comfortable and buckled myself in. The flight approached the runway, causing me to dig my fingers into the seat in excitement. I love flying and if it wasn’t for the price of tickets, I would fly every chance I get.

I slept most of my flight, waking up most times to drink water or eat or pee.

One time when I went to pee, I discovered that Mr. Punctual’s dog has a seat behind him, he bought his dog a freaking plane ticket. Leaving me with a question: How rich is this man? I expended approximately seven hours sleeping.

When we were about to land, the flight attendant came to wake me up to notify me to sit up and fasten my seat belt.

“You’re a very deep sleeper”, Mr. Punctual stated causing me to roll my eyes.

“Thanks for your observation, do you want a dime?” I questioned sarcastically with a raised brow as I buckled up.

“I want a kiss”, he replied with a lopsided grin, probably absentmindedly.

“S-sorry?” I asked, whipping my head backwards and nearly getting my hair in my mouth.

“I’m sure you heard me”, he stated with a chuckle, and turned back to what he was doing.

I couldn’t get over his statement even after my flight landed.

I waited for my ride, patiently staring left and right to see if it had arrived. I began to tap my feet impatiently after five minutes, ready to call my mum, when a limo parked in front of me, the chauffeur coming out to open the door.

“Good morning, Ms. Holmes. I’ve been sent to retrieve you”, Leo said with a light bow.

“Good morning, Leo. Thank you for picking me up”, I said, and went into the car.

“Are you following me?” A voice suddenly questioned, causing me to look up.

“I could ask the same”, I replied after recovering from my shock.

What the hell is he doing here?