SUGAR

02 - Jellies

“Twenty four? f*****g kill me right now!” I groaned and pinched my nose. Nothing in her records made any sense. She had no passport: only her name, age and guarantor’s name.

My door was pushed open without any restrictions, and two extremely large men in black walked in.

“How can I-” my breath caught in my throat as a woman walked in. Chocolate skin, matte brown lips, large hoop earrings that looked like they were studded with diamonds and long hair.

She had on a black fur coat that hid the dress she wore, and it felt like I was in the presence of Royalty. I rushed to my feet, and I could almost tell that my neck and cheeks were burning.

Two more large men followed in immediately after her, and she walked towards the sofa.

“Your coat, ma’am?” One of the large-sized men asked with so much care and lightness in his voice

She nodded before unbuttoned the over-expensive looking fur coat and the guard took it from her, exposing her virginal white dress to me. One could tell that she was full in all the right places. Her breasts seemed firm, and her hips were so wide. She had an almost perfect hourglass shape. The dress seemed to stretch firmly. I cleared my throat and looked away from her.

“Um, how may I help you?” I stood my ground and raised an eyebrow at the guard who seemed close enough to the beautiful woman.

“I believe, I have an appointment with you” her voice destroyed my resolve, and my eyes dropped to her. Her voice was smooth and velvety. Like milk and honey. She had an accent, but I wasn’t familiar with it.

“Oh! Oh!” You must be um…” I muttered before taking the file on my table.

“You must be Mrs. Sewa Barnes?” I asked, feeling oddly panicky, and everyone in the room gave me a weird look.

“Yes. I am. Can we begin?” She looked like she would rather be anywhere but here.

“Y-yes” I stuttered, and she heaved a sigh.

“I’ll call you when I need you, Micah,” she told the Guard who nodded and on cue, all the other guards walked out while he followed shortly behind them.

“A-are you comfortable there?” I asked, sitting back in my chair and watched as she sat with poise and elegance.

“Yes, I am”

“Great,” I muttered and sighed before opening her file up in front of me.

“I have your file here with me, and I don’t see a lot of information her. Could you tell me a few things about you?” I said without looking at her, and I smiled at her.

“What do you need to know?” her accent was very prominent as she said the words ‘do you’ and I couldn’t help but glance at her.

“Anything that comes to your mind,” I told her, and she relaxed in the chair a little more.

“I’m Adesewa Barnes, and I’m twenty-four. Married. I work as an event planner, and that’s basically much it” Again, her accent ate into my brains.

“Okay” I pretended to write

“Why are you here?” I asked, and I suddenly noticed she had become so rigid.

“Because I have depression and anxiety.”

“Okay, we’re going somewhere” I smiled at her, and her posture seemed to relax a little

“I’m Lucas Romanov” I introduced myself and gave her my show-stopping smile, but she only nodded.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Romanov” her tone was clipped, and I nodded in return

“Your husband, tell me about him” I glanced at the book before looking at her. I almost dropped the file at the way her eyes shone, and her smile widened

“Um Devon and I have been married for about seven years.”

“No Kids?” I laid back in my chair, and she was still smiling into the air

“None, He doesn’t want any yet,” I hummed and wrote that down.

“And you’re fine with that?”

“Yes, I am,” she simply answered, and I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Alright. How old is Mr. Barnes?”

“Sixty-four” the pen in my hand dropped unconsciously, and I had to stop to think about it.

“Sorry, could you repeat that for me?” I asked her and picked the pen that had fallen to the floor.

“My husband is Sixty-four” all of the excitement in her voice had disappeared, and I glanced at her. She looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes.

“Okay, we’re making pro-“

“I doubt that. I should be leaving.” She stood up slowly before walking towards the door, one step at a time, and her chocolate legs seduced me.

She stopped with her hand on the door handle before spinning around to face me.

“I’ll send your pay to you. Ensure that Dr. Miracle sends your details to me and have a nice da,” she raised an eyebrow before opening the door.