You Cannot Have Him Alone

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

Stella saw that it was a huge snake. It crawled out and rushed towards her. She stood up and ran inside the shop and closed the door. She opened it after some minutes and saw that the snake had disappeared.

Stella was panting heavily as there was no one around to share her experience with. After a while, she felt more relaxed and began to walk around the shop smiling at herself. She was already feeling like a boss lady.

She checked for store interior decoration services online and found one that cost $4,000. Stella emailed the service provider. The contractor agreed to respond about resuming work the next day.

She returned to her apartment and spent the rest of the day researching how to remain profitable in the fruit business. Stella later retired to her bed around 11 pm feeling weak and exhausted.

Early the next morning, the contractor arrived with his work team. Stella showed him the exact picture she wanted in her shop on her phone. The contractor and his team got to work and completed the entire task within a few hours.

After completing the task, Stella inspected it and paid them and they left. She spent the rest of the day ordering fruit from trusted suppliers all across Miami. When Stella was done placing her order, she had her bath, watched some movies, and slept off. Early the next morning, she woke up feeling energetic.

She did her morning exercises and took a cold bath. After that, Stella applied makeup, dressed up in a simple dress, and walked down to her new store. From a distance, she saw many truckloads of fruit packed closer to her shop. Stella quickly opened her store. The truck drivers assisted her with offloading the fruit to her shop.

When everything was well arranged, Stella tipped each driver, and they left. She stood in front of her shop to take a picture of it. At that same moment, an SUV drove down the street, towards Stella’s shop.

Michael Williams, the billionaire, sat in the back, reading the recent business news from his tablet. Moments before they reached the exact spot where Stella stood taking pictures of her shop from the outside, he took an eye break from his scream and looked at his tinted screen. Michael’s attention was caught by Stella’s curvy and beautiful body shape.

“Drive slowly, Frank,” Michael commanded his driver.

“Alright boss,” Frank responded politely as he slowed the driving speed. Michael continued to observe Stella from the back of his car.

“What do you know about that lady?” Michael asked as they drove past the Stella.

“Nothing much, boss,” Frank answered. “I am just seeing her for the first time. Seems like she has started running her business new.”

Michael returned his focus to his tablet. But his thoughts were still flashing back to the curvy and beautiful shape of Stella.

Frank drove into Michael’s multi-million dollar home and headed straight to the parking lot. He alighted and hurried to open the door for Michael. But he stepped out quickly before Frank got there.

“I have to go back to the shop, but alone,” Michael said, walking into his house.

“Alright boss. I will be heading home to meet my family. Call me whenever you need my attention,” Frank said, entering the vehicle to drive it out.

Michael walked straight to his closet and got old pants and shirts. He used his scissors to tear the pants. Michael dressed in rough clothes and stood in front of the mirror.

“I look more like a homeless person,” Michael soliloquized, laughing. He wore a dirty wig and appeared as needy as possible.

At that moment, his phone rang. Michael hurriedly answered the call as it came from a strange number.

“Hello,” Michael said, nervously.

“Brother, this is Stanley, and you sounded so nervous. Are you up to something? Stanley asked with a deep voice.

Stanley is Michael’s best friend and business partner. He has been married for over 3 years now. Stanley was one of the people advising Michael to get a life partner.

“Oh man, I was about to go out and meet a friend. Why are you calling with a strange number?” Michael asked.

“My wife just filed for a divorce after I caught her cheating on me, and I am about to lose more than half of my wealth to her. I have to call you with a friend’s phone because my phone is dead right now,” Stanley responded with a cold voice.

“I thought your marriage was perfect?” Michael asked curiously.

“Nope, it was perfect for outsiders, but my wife cheats on me with younger men. I have been hearing rumors, which I normally ignore. But I just caught her red-handed recently, and she decided to file for a divorce immediately. The court is demanding that I pay child support for our two children and also settle my wife with more than half of my net worth. I should have had a contract marriage with her earlier on,” Stanley said, sobbing.

“Please take it easy upon yourself man, I will see you tomorrow to talk things out with you,” Michael said, dropping the phone.

He stood up from his sitting position and walked around the room feeling restless.

“I must enter into a marriage contract with any girl that agrees to my terms. I don’t want to end up like Stanley,” Michael Soliloquized.

He checked his rough attire in front of the mirror again before stepping out of his multi-million dollars looking homeless. He walked down the street and headed toward Stella’s shop.

When Michael arrived at the shop, he walked in. Stella was sitting on a chair, checking her emails, when Michael entered. She raised her face from her phone and looked at the homeless man walking in.

"How can I help you?" Stella asked curiously.

“Please can you help me with something to eat?” Michael pleaded, almost falling.

Stella rushed to help him stand on his feet. She led him to a chair and helped him to sit. Michael rested his head on the soft edge of the chair, pretending to be dying from starvation. Stella watched him for a while.

"What would you like to eat?" she asked, standing before him.

But Michael never answered. Stella reached a basket of apples and bananas and took some fruit. She gave him two apples and bananas to eat. Michael rushed to Fruits like a real homeless man. Stella watched him with passion. She ordered fried rice and chicken online using her phone immediately. Michael finished the fruit and stood up.

“Thank you for your generosity,” he appreciated.

“Hold on. Don’t go yet,” Stella said, standing up.

She assisted Michael with sitting back in his formal sitting position. At that moment, a delivery man walked to Stella’s shop with the food she ordered. She took the food from the delivery man.

“You can eat this as well,” Stella said, passing the food to Michael. He grabbed the food and rushed it quickly. Michael could not finish the meal as he was almost satisfied with the fruit he had eaten earlier.

He dropped the remaining food on the plate and grabbed his water. “Thank you once again for the hospitality,” Michael appreciated again. “I hope someone repays this great favor someday.”

Stella smiled as she picked up the food waste from the floor. She moved to dump the remains in the waste bin. But Michael collected them from her.

“Don't worry, I will eat this later," he said, holding the plate firmly in his right hand. Stella observed him and smiled.

So how is business moving?” Michael asked.

“Just got started, hoping for a greater tomorrow,” she replied.

“I hope to see you some other time,” Michael said, walking toward the exit door. Stella watched him as he walked away.

“Wait,” She called out, running after Michael.

Michael stood still, looking back in Stella’s direction. She ran to meet him.

“Use this small token to buy your next meal and probably get some new clothes,” She said, squeezing a $100 bill into Michael’s hand.

“How would I appreciate you for your divine assistance?” Michael asked, sobbing profusely.

“It's nothing. By the way, you can always come around in your free time,” she said.

Michael walked away immediately without saying any other word.

Stella returned to her shop and checked her email to see if any company had invited her for an interview. She felt sad when she didn’t see any notifications. Stella spent the next 2 hours watching videos on YouTube. When she was exhausted, Stella checked her wristwatch and sighed.

“I need to go home now,” she soliloquized.

Stella closed her windows and adjusted some chairs in her shop. As she stood outside, trying to lock her shop, a convoy of exotic cars pulled up toward her.

The convoy stopped exactly in front of her shop. The SUV driver in the middle rushed out of the car and opened the door for the boss. A well-built man stepped down and walked toward Stella.