Three occasions
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Layla's POV.
“ oh my goodness ! ”
I heard Mr Amaya Roberts exclaimed loudly with his eye balls popping out from their socket . My chunder had not only stained his expensive Italian shoe, it did splash on his white pants . I scrunched my nose in disgust as the awful odour hit my nostrils .
“ I am really sorry. ”
I apologized biting my lips in embarrassment wishing the ground could open and swallow me in order to save my sorry for such occurrence .
I pressed the buzzer quickly and the secretary walked in with an expression which she tried to mask up. In no time , the cleaners arrived and cleaned Mr Amaya's shoe but his white pants was nothing to write home about .
“ I'll place an order for a white pant , what brand is your choice ? ”
He raises an eyebrow when I instantly mention placing an order for a new pant.
“ Miss Drakes , I do not agree to you saying sorry in that manner ” he replied taking his seat , this time we were alone in the room .
I instantly became a little furious that he was feeling like I couldn't purchase a white pant of any brand for him to replace the former I accidentally destroyed .Even If Not
“ Why ? ”
I inquired getting quite impatient at the manner he sat putting up a cool demeanour .
“ You would politely ask what you can do to make up for my pants Miss Layla . ”
“ And that's why I want to purchase a new white pant of any brand of your choice . ” I probed getting slightly pissed with what he just said.
Couldn't he possibly see i was trying my absolute best to make up for his pants.
What else does he want ?
She wondered biting her lips , the last thing she wanted to do was talking to this gender .
“ purchase a pant for me ? ”
He asked letting a scoff which i found arrogant
“ Miss Layla , I can buy a whole closet of white pants if I desired to do that , the only way you can ........”
our conversation was interrupted as his personal assistant walked in with a Louis Vuitton designer bag , he excused himself and in five minutes he was back .
He was wearing a clean ironed white pant that fitted properly . I averted my gaze from the young man in my presence and I knew at the moment I was up for something more , there is not another way of replacing his pant.
“ The only way you can make up for the pant is meeting up with on three occasions . ”
“ what the hell ? ”
“ no , I can not do that ”
I rasped , he is cocky , arrogant giving an authoritarian aura anywhere he went what makes him think he can ask me out on three occasions .
Three god-damned occasions.
“ I see you don't want to make up for it , I'll take my leave ”
“ I'll do it . I will go out with you on three occasions . ”
I quickly chirped in trying to correct the notion that was forming in his head so it doesn't seem like i was unconcerned about making up for his spoilt pant .
“ It is just three occasions . It would do me no harm ”
I thought and he flashed me a cocky smile before taking his leave .
“ Darn this bastard ” i cursed slamming my hands against my desk .
** The Robert's **
Amaya heads home high spirited firstly for securing the deal with Drakes enterprise and secondly for getting the arrogant CEO to go out with him on three occasions which he would be giving the dates himself .
He arrives home and heads in quickly , the strong aroma of several dishes found its way into his nose . He smiles a little with thought his father had prepared a meal to welcome him for striking and successfully signing a partnership deal with a re-owned enterprise known for its horizon of success.
His shoe clicked on the sparkling cleaned floor clutching his briefcase tightly , he took a quick glance of the living room his eyes doing a three-sixty degree rotation .
“ Hi darling ”
Amaya's mother said in her feminine voice placing her hands on his shoulder softly , she pecks him noisily on both side of his cheeks
“ how did it go ? ”
“ Mom ,It was successful ”
Amaya responded hugging her tightly while his nostrils openly embraced the sweet fragrance of her feminine cologne. His mother was a definition of a sweet sixteen and a thing of pride as he nor his father hesitated to show her off when the opportunity presents itself .
“ Go freshen up and return for lunch ”
AMAYA'S POV
I descended the stairs wearing an ash coloured two pieces set , a cross necklace rest on my huge chest like it belonged there always . I reached the dining room just immediately I crossed the landing that separated the living room from the dining room .
My eyes darted to the last seat ; my favourite seat being occupied by someone whose laughter sounded familiar in ears.
I sincerely hoped it was not what I was thinking , I thought to myself before pulling a seat out for myself .
No doubt. My instincts was right , Lilian sitting prettily on my favourite seat .
“ Hey Ams , you are here ”
She greeted wearing a huge smile which i found ugly but I managed to mask my displeasure . I didn't want to ruin my lunch after a scanty breakfast I had this morning .
We began eating and there were pleasant chatters which I excluded myself from, I just wanted to eat and be gone .
“ Amaya , you might be wondering why she's here ” Father started and I furrowed my brows waiting for him to continue .
“ You will be getting married to Lilian , a two month courtship should do ”
“ Married to Lilian ? ” I bet my ears were beginning to have some dysfunctions as I tried to process what my father spewed .
“ yes . ” he affirmed to my bewilderment . I couldn't mask my displeasure nor could I imagine getting a lady who was the definition of who could be addressed a lady and a gentleman ; opposite of physical traits I admire in a lady .
I dropped my cutleries, took the napkin off my laps like someone under the control of a magic spell
“ I am sorry father ..... This is not happening ”
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