CHAPTER 7
1135 Words
PATRICK***
I watched her as she moved past the crowd. I fixed my gaze on her, wondering why her face was etched with a frown. What is my concern? I thought, sweeping her away from my mind as I gazed at the performance on the stage.
Eventually, she was out of my presence, but she never left my mind. As I watched the performance, my head began to spin, aching at all angles of my head. I gnashed my teeth, making the veins to display on my forehead as I fought the pain, but it just could not stop.
“Mr. Yab, are you okay?” asked Mr. Royd when he eventually noticed my uneasiness.
“Sure I am, I think I have developed a minor headache,” I responded, running my fingers through my hair.
“I can call the assistant to attend to you. There are quite a lot,” he said as his eyes searched for one of the attendants.
“No, thanks, do not bother yourself,” I retorted.
“But you are unwell; let one of the attendants attend to you,” he insisted.
“I will be fine,” I said, trying to relax my face, my head aching even more.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pausing before he continued, “or if you do not mind, I can ask one of my daughters to attend to you; they will take good care of you,” he added, making it hard for me to resist his offer.
“Uhm…” I stammered, but then he interrupted, saying; “Don’t reject my offer, I will be back in a minute,” he said, before standing up to leave.
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“Mr. Patrick Yab, right?” a young woman in her mid-twenties said as she sat where Mr. Royd sat before, smiling shyly at me as she stretched her hand for a handshake. She wore a beautiful tight green dress that displayed her body structure and her curves. I looked up at her face, made up with long eyelashes and lipstick. Her strong perfume prickled my nostrils, making me sneeze.
“Oh, I am so sorry, Sir, are you okay?” she asked, patting my back with her tiny cold hands.
“Yeah I am ok…” words fell on my lips as I sneezed again, stronger than before. She drew closer to me, making me sneeze again for the third, fourth, and fifth time. I flinched away from her, but she drew closer. Eventually, my sneezing eased, and as I looked up, the crowd’s eyes were fixated on me. I had held so much attention. The lady’s hand was still resting on my back, making me feel uncomfortable.
“Are you okay, sir?” Mr. Limson whispered to me from behind.
“I am fine; it is just the perfume that I might be allergic to,” I responded, my head aching strongly as my eyes reddened with tears.
“Could it be me?” she interrupted, widening her eyes in shock.
“I think so,” I shortly responded.
“Well, I will get changed then,” she said, a grin forming on her lips.
“No, don’t bother,” I retorted.
“I have to attend to you, Sir, so I will be back shortly,” she said, getting up to leave.
“You do not have to come back,” I muttered under my breath.
“You are saying something, sir?” she asked, turning her head to me.
“No, you can go. You can leave too, Mr. Limson,” I said to both, and they left. I finally had the breathing area I needed. I wished for her not to return.
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Ten minutes later, the lady returned and took her previous seat.
“I am back, sir,” she said as she smiled sheepishly, her strong scent not as strong as before. She changed into a red flared dress that matched the color of her heels. Her hair was a bit messy, and what caught my attention was that her left eye had no artificial eyelashes while the other had intact eyelashes. It seemed like she was unaware. I pressed my hand on my mouth, hiding my laughter from her because she looked hilarious.
“Oh, I see,” I responded, trying to sound serious as I threw my attention to the stage.
“So, earlier I asked if you are Mr. Yab Patrick?” she asked, turning her body towards me.
“Yes, I am the one,” I responded seriously.
“I am Juliana, Mr. Royd’s daughter,” she introduced herself with a smile still intact on her lips, her face shinning with excitement.
“Oh, it is a pleasure to meet you Juliana,” I said, sounding nonchalant.
“My father asked me to attend to you. He told me that you have a terrible headache,” she stated, making her facial expression serious.
“I am all right now,” I said, avoiding the conversation from going any further.
“I can take you home if you want me to. I will give you fresh herbs that will make you get better ,” she said, her lips forming into a smile.
“No, thank you, I am all right,” I said, getting irritated by her insistence.
She leaned closer to my ear and said, “I can give you my body if you want to. I can be all yours if you want me to, if that will make you feel any better,” she smirked, licking her lips. I flinched back at her words. I glanced at her, unable to say anything.
“Don’t you want some chocolate, hot chocolate, Mr. Yab Patrick,” she pronounced my name seductively. It sounded lovely, but I was not going to fall for it. I focused my eyes in the other direction as I tried to ignore her, but my eyes fell on a fascinating sight that caught my attention; the girl I met earlier was talking to the facilitator.I watched as she calmly conversed with him, and then they wrapped up their conversation.
It was a chance for me to escape Juliana.
I signaled Job, one of my guards who sat right behind me, to move closer, so I could whisper something in his ear.
“I want you to call that lady; I want to have a word with her. You should hurry before she leaves. I will be behind,” I whispered in Job’s ear, pointing my eyes towards her as I spotted her leaving the function.
“Sure sir,” he said, standing up from his seat, heading towards her.
“Excuse me,” I said, getting up, leaving Juliana startled, her jaw dropped.
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