celebrity dimension

chapter 10

Alvin noticed immediately that something was different about Honesty that afternoon. The guy walked in with a smile he couldn’t hide, the kind that came from deep relief and excitement.

“Man, what happened?” Alvin asked, raising an eyebrow. “You look so happy today.”

Honesty let out a breath, still unable to contain the grin stretching across his face. “A lot happened,” he admitted. “And honestly… I’m really happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

Alvin leaned forward, curious. “Share with me, bro.”

Honesty swallowed, the emotions hitting him all over again. “I finally made a move… on Vicky,” he said quietly, “and she accepted.”

It took Alvin a full second to process it. Then his eyes widened and he slapped Honesty on the shoulder.

“Bro, what?! She accepted?!” he shouted in pure excitement. “Man, I’m happy for you!”

Honesty laughed, feeling lighter than ever. “Thanks. Honestly, at first I thought she was going to reject me or get upset. But to my surprise… she was happy too.”

Alvin shook his head, smiling widely. “Man, you did it. You actually did it. You got everything you wanted.”

Honesty nodded, still overwhelmed. “It still feels unreal.”

Alvin chuckled. “Enjoy it, bro. You worked for this. I’m proud of you.”

Honesty looked down for a moment, then back up with a soft smile. “I’m just glad it finally happened.”

And for the rest of the day, the room carried that same light, warm feeling—the kind that comes when a good friend watches another step into something beautiful.

The meeting room at D.C.C was quiet except for the soft clink of glasses. Kelvin, Vicky, and Passion sat together, sipping their drinks as the conversation wrapped up. The air felt calm, professional, and warm at the same time.

Kelvin leaned back with a satisfied smile.

“Vicky… once again, thank you for making me proud,” he said. “Ever since you came here, a lot has changed. I’m really happy.”

Vicky smiled shyly, grateful. “Thank you, sir. I really appreciate everything.”

Kelvin reached for a small envelope and slid it toward her.

“Well then… here. These are the keys to your new apartment. And also—your manager.”

Passion smiled politely from across the table.

Vicky gasped softly. “Wow… thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Kelvin said, standing up. “I hope we can make a good deal again.”

Vicky nodded. “Definitely. Looking forward to it.”

Kelvin gave them one last smile.

“Good then,” he said gently before turning and leaving the room.

Once he left, the atmosphere softened. Vicky turned to Passion with a friendly smile.

“Hi, I’m Vicky.”

“I’m Passion,” he replied with a small laugh. Their brief exchange was warm, breaking the formal tension.

Vicky’s apartment was quiet and warm that evening. She and Honesty had just walked in, still filled with the excitement of her new promotion and the apartment Kelvin had given her. On the table sat a bottle of wine they had saved for a special moment.

Honesty uncorked the bottle, and Vicky brought out two glasses. They poured slowly, the sound of the wine soft and comforting. When their glasses were full, they lifted them and clinked gently.

They both took a sip.

Honesty smiled at her, eyes soft.

“Congratulations, baby.”

Vicky let out a shy, shaky breath.

“Babe… to be sincere, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”

Honesty chuckled quietly and shook his head.

“Can you stop?” he said with a playful smile. “Come here.”

Vicky stepped closer, and Honesty wrapped his arms around her. She melted into his chest, feeling safe, warm, and loved. He kissed her forehead softly.

Just then, Honesty’s phone rang sharply, breaking the moment.

He looked at the caller ID.

“It’s my mom,” he said. “Okay… I’m coming.”

Vicky looked up at him quickly.

“What happened? I hope everything is okay.”

“She sounds alright,” Honesty replied, grabbing his keys. “But I need to go now.”

Vicky touched his arm gently.

“Okay… please be careful.”

He leaned in closer, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

“Sure, baby. I love you,” he said before heading for the door.

Vicky’s heart warmed.

“I love you too,” she whispered with a smile as he stepped out.

The apartment felt quiet again, but peaceful — filled with the lingering sweetness of their moment together, the wine glasses still sitting side by side, and the soft promise of more to come.

Honesty pushed the front door open and stepped into the living room. He looked tired, frustrated, and drained from the day. His mother, Aminata, was sitting on the couch, sipping her drink slowly. The smell of alcohol hung faintly in the air.

“Mom… what happened?” Honesty asked, confused by the sight.

Aminata looked up at him. “Come on, why are you sounding like a child?” she said with a small smile. “Anyway, take a look at who you left at the door.”

Honesty turned around—

and froze.

Lona stood there.

His jaw tightened immediately. He hadn’t expected to ever see her again, and every emotion he’d buried hit him at once—anger, confusion, hurt.

“What are you doing here?” Honesty snapped.

Lona stepped inside calmly. “Is that how you welcome your guest? You can’t even say hello?”

Honesty scoffed. “I’m going upstairs. I don’t have time for this.”

He muttered under his breath, “Why did she show up now…”

Lona stepped closer. “Did you say something?”

Honesty didn’t look at her. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, come on,” Lona said lightly. “Tell me—how’s life treating you? I hope you’ve found a new girlfriend that can handle your behaviour.”

Honesty felt the anger climbing higher. “Can you just shut up for once? You haven’t changed at all. You show up and start talking like you know my life.”

Lona folded her arms. “So cheer up.”

Honesty shot her a glare. “Why is it that you don’t want to change?”

Lona only smiled, as if enjoying the tension.

Honesty exhaled sharply. “Change from what? You know what, I think you should leave.”

Lona blinked. “Are you asking me to leave?”

“Yes. Please,” he said, voice tight.

She smoothed her hair back and sighed dramatically. “Fine. Can you drop me off? Don’t give me that look. Or I’ll just call my driver.”

Honesty shook his head. “You better do.”

Lona smirked, as if she had won something just by making him angry. Then she walked past him, her perfume lingering in the air, and Honesty felt his hands ball into fists. He hated that she still managed to get under his skin so easily.