Chapter 3
1200 Words
ZACHARY
The look on her face was priceless.
It was a mix of shock and…fear. I fought the smile that tugged at the corner of my lips.
She clutched her bag tightly, narrowing her eyes in slits, one of her brows tugged up in question as if to ask, "what are you doing here?"
The tension in the room had risen, the silence, loud. Even the sounds of our breathings could clearly be heard.
What are you doing here?" She finally asked, taking a step forward, bobbing her head to the side. She crossed her arms underneath her chest, shifting her weight to rest on her left leg.
Her confidence and wit intrigued me. The corner of my lips raised in a lopsided grin, a chuckle eluding my lips.
"So," I drawled, standing up to walk towards her. She stared at me in the eyes, unfazed. She was clearly not intimidated by me. It bruised my ego a bit.
"This is where you live?" I asked in my amused tone, letting my eyes scan through the very small apartment.
I was almost certain that if we spent way too much time in here, we would all die from lack of supply of oxygen.
"You couldn't even get yourself a nice apartment with the money?" I scoffed, failing to hide my disgust, my nose scrunching up in
"How did you find me?" She asked, slouching a bit.
"I have my ways," I answered, shrugging casually.
"And how did you get in?"
"I have my ways."
"Fucker," she cursed at me, hissing through her teeth.
I let out a low chuckle, returning to sit back down, slouching against the very uncomfortable sofa, one of my legs crossed against the other.
I was utterly disgusted, repulsed by this place, and boy, did I show it.
I wore my shades, waiting for her to hit the nail on the head and ask me the right question.
And she did.
"Why the f**k are you at my house?" She shifted her weight to her other leg, her right hand on akimbo.
A coy smile found its way to my lips, and I took off my shades, placing them on the side table next to the couch.
"You know why I'm here," I responded, narrowing in my gaze on her, hoping to get a Nollywood-worthy reaction from her, but all I got in return was the look of confusion that married her face.
I felt anger surge through me as I clenched and unclenched my fists. It was either she was too dumb to put two and two together, or she was just so good at acting.
"Enlighten me," she said it like it was a dare, moving to sit on the couch directly opposite to me, mimicking my posture.
Her f*****g wits.
Sometimes they fascinated me, other times they gnawed at me, irked me immensely.
Right now, it was the latter.
"My wristwatch," I said in a dead tone, I was done fooling around.
"What about it?" She furrowed her brows in confusion, the cluelessness in her voice causing my blood to boil, burning my skin from the insides.
The actual f**k?
"So every single time you lose an item, you go to the houses of your last one night stand in search?
"Quit the innocent act!" My voice raised a bit above an octave. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
"I know not what you speak of," her voice was calm and collected, like she had been rehearsing the line. Her British accent rolled off her tongue smoothly. She sounded angelic.
It was like a mix of milk and honey. She sounded like the cool evening breeze, causing an awkward feel to settle in the pit of my stomach.
I didn't like that her voice made me feel this way, this good.
"I took you to my house that evening," I started to say, but was interrupted almost immediately after I started.
"I was drunk!"
"I was also drunk!" I raised my voice above hers, shooting daggers at her.
She let herself sink back into the couch, and she rolled her eyes, clearly unfazed by my glare.
"Now, you will listen to me and not say a single word until I'm done!" I commanded, hitting my fist on the armrest of the sofa I sat on.
"I took you to my house that evening, and we were both drunk," I spoke, holding her gaze.
"We had s*x, and we fell asleep."
I went on to explain how she woke up the next morning, got dressed and stole my wristwatch on her way out.
I had a business meeting that morning and had gotten dressed, about to leave the house.
I moved to the vanity table where I always kept my wristwatch, but I couldn't find it.
I searched everywhere else. The bedside table, the drawers, the shelves, the wardrobe, under the bed, everywhere.
I couldn't find it.
It was a gift from my mother, I attached so much value to it, so I was pissed out of my mind, restless when I couldn't find it.
I called the helpers, queried them, but they all denied having any knowledge whatsoever about the wristwatch.
It was at that same moment that Ken walked in. Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, he walked up to me and asked what was going on.
I explained to him, and he suggested we take a look at the CCTV footage.
I absolutely bought the idea and we took a look and to my greatest disbelief, we saw her sneaking my wristwatch in her bag before fleeing immediately from the house.
"And that was how I discovered you are a thief," I said to her and she stared at me scrutinizingly.
I needed to find her, and I had only met her at the club.
But then, I remembered that she was somewhat friendly with the bartender, so I sought after him.
He had initially refused to give me any information, but after throwing a huge sum of money at him, he spilled.
He told me where she lived, and about her parents and their debts.
I figured she'd have spent the money to clear off their debts, and angrily, I stormed out of the place, heading home.
But then something happened, something that made me realize that this girl would be of great help to me.
"Will she even agree to do this?" Kendrick had asked.
I smiled, stroking my hairless jaw, "Of course she will. She's obligated to do it."
"So why exactly are you here?" She asked, raising her brows. "Did you bring the police along?" The sarcasm laced with her tone had the veins in my head ticking like a time bomb.
"I have an offer for you," I said with immense seriousness, resting either of my elbows on my thighs, clasping my hands before me as I stared right at her.
She let out a sigh, rising from her seat.
"No, thanks. I want nothing to do with you," she spoke, moving to open the door. "Kindly get out," she added, gesturing towards the opened door.
It's confirmed. I totally dislike this girl.
"Marry me."
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