Chapter 10
• • • Emile’s POV • • •
~ Car blaring downstairs... ~
I peep through the window.
“Who the hell is that!.” my mum yells from the living room. She is laying on the couch watching her movies as usual.
After work, she spends the rest of her day watch romantic novels series. I doubt whether she even has friends because she hardly spends time out.
This has been her spot of shield since the loss of my father or whatever that happened to him. I don't know much about him and she hardly speaks about him and seriously I don't even care about knowing him. Having my supportive mum by my side is enough. So needles torturing her with questions.
“Shit!.” I cry deep down as Jim keeps blaring the car calling for more attention than need. He could have simply knocked at our door.
Finally, he stops blaring. I hurriedly fix up my makeup and I rush down searching for my handbag without saying a word to my mum.
“And where the hell do you think you are going to?.” She gets up from the couch and she move by the window. She peeps then she stands there staring at me.
“Mum?.” I shudder at the sound of her voice.
“The same car that dropped you a few hours ago and now it's back?! can you make things clear for me?.” She widens her query stare at me. I stand speechless.
“Mum, it's just a friend!.” befor I can finish talking the bell starts ringing and I scramble to the door before her.
I open the door to...
“Jim!.” I greet him with a heavy guilty smile on. Immediately turn back to my mum who is impatiently waiting for my explanations “Mum see you later!.” I use Jim to sneak out.
“We aren't done yet!.” She murmurs as she watches me leave. Then she closes the door behind andshe walks to her couch.
Jim open the back door of the car. I settling. “Where is he?.” disappointed not to find Dickinson in the car. “He’s at the venue waiting for you Madam!.” Jim responds with so much respect that I get uncomfortable. “You can call me Emile! I'm not your madam!.”. “Okay, Emile!. I'm Jim!.” he tells... “Sure!. From the way Dickinson always screeches it, I will lie if I say that I don't know your name!.” it's honestly escaped my mind as I voice it out. This makes him chuckle, yet he doesn't say a word...
He keep driving for a few minutes. He then he stops the car and rush out to open the door for me. “Here we are Miss Emile!.” He bows as he opens the door.
“This was quick!. Thank you Jim!.” I whisper.
He leads me into the big building which seems to be empty. “Weird!.” I tell myself. We enter a big hall. Jim stops at the entrance and he let me walk further. I find Dickinson seated in the middle of the empty hall. From the look of things, I guess this is a closed restaurant. The table on which Dickinson is, is well dressed for two and everything in this place smells wealth.
“Where are the others!.” I wonder deep down.
He gets up from his seat as I get closer and pulls the chair for me to seat down. “Wow, gentleman!.” I wonder deep down. I wasn't expecting this from him.
“Waiter!.” he calls. Then waiter comes and he whispers in his ears. Once he’s done, he goes.
Before I forget, the melodies sound from the Trump squad makes everything more agreeable and romantic. From the neat light, the candles and the musical group, this has all of a perfect romantic dinner.
“Wine or whiskey?.” he ask
“Wine!.” I retort. The waiter strutting by us tries to pour it out for me but Dickinson stops him. Then he goes ahead and serve me himself.
We are served the first dish and a very tiny one which we immediately gobble. The table is wiped and the main the meal is served. Once the main meal is served, Dickinson waves everyone out. Now, everywhere is quiet and I'm tensed with no much appetite.
“How was your first day at work?. He breaks through the silence the silence dwelling.
“Tough!.” I retort. “Why?.” he gets interested.
I take a deep breath...
“On my first day, I given a bad impression to the head of department. Now, he think that I'm a stupid girl!.” I whimper in a low tone.
“I see it!.” he nods like it's frivolity and this kinda hurt me. “I don't even know why I told you this! you can't understand!.” slightly scowl but nothing mean thou.
It's just this Little feeling of bitterness which arises when you explain your problem to someone and the person acts uninterested or bored. Anyway, he can't understand me!. I gave up and I continue eating. Not truly eating, simply picking little pieces and force them into my mouth. Just to keep him company.
“What then?!. Should I make you the head of department?. If that is what you want so shall it be.” he hastily retorts. Then he chews his food like what he said was nothing.
“What?.” I scream with the fork almost slashing through my throat. I immediately drop the fork.
“You heard me!.” He drop his spoon, leaning back on the chair. He fold his arms staring at me. “You can be serious!.” I keep my stare widen in shock. “I mean my words!.” he persists.
“OMG!, that's so selfish!. Sorry, I'm not interested!.” I scowl. The ease at which he speaks baffles me. Like nothing matters, he does what he wants, when he wants whether you deserve it or not.
“I didn't mean to piss you off!. It's simply an offer which you can decline!”
“It makes no sense to get promoted in just a day of work!. OMG, they will look at me as the girl who fucks with her boss for promotion?.” I keep scowling. My thoughts make me more furious at him.
“Excuse me!.” I move out of the table before he offers another compromising phrase.
I run to the ladies toilet, carelessly hitting a young lading on my path “I'm sorry!.” I immediately stop at her. “It's fine ma’am!.” she bows down. “You don't need to.” I tell her!.
“It's fine, ma’am!.” she bows again. “Okay!...” I give up.
“Why is this pace empty?!.” I ask her.
“The whole of this floor was booked for the night Ma’am!.” she confides. “Okay thank you!.” I simply nod. Then she walks away. While I enter the toilet. I severally hit the wall in wrath and confusion. Then I wash my hand and gentle pass them on my face after trying.
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I gather all the little courage I have and I walk back to Dickinson who is patiently waiting for me. I pose near him with my confused stare. “Sorry, I can't do this!.” I hastily spit it out. “Do what?.” he games with his look getting bitter.
“All this! romantic dinner, our friends etc... We can't! I can't!. We are from two different world. You, you're a rich CEO while I'm the poor girl you pity and then take advantage of. Then later you will forger and move on with your life like nothing ever happened. While I will be living with the pains all my life... Sorry I can't do this!... And to conclude the tour, you have a wife and I will be stupid to follow you in this. For crying out loud leave me in peace!.” I yell at the top of my voice and I'm even crying I don't know why but I am. I pick my bag to walk away...
“We spoke about this already!.” he clenches my arm before I can attempt a step further.
“I know! but there is no friendship between a man and a woman who feel so much attracted to each other!.” I fight to get rid of his clench in vain. He instead pulls me closer to him. My heart rate increases.
He passes his hand through my waist and the other, hand, he uses it to wipe my tears.
“So now you acknowledge that there is something abnormal attraction between us?.” he whispers with a conny smile. This makes me more mad at him because he isn't taking me seriously. He's just playing with my vulnerability towards him.
I don't know who initiated it but before I can release it, we are kissing so passionately like we knew each other before. I wrap my arms around his neck clenching it tight. I feel his hands moving down to my ass and he grips them tight with so much strength. He keeps kissing me, slightly licking my nose to my neck. I smile as it tickles me. He then pushes all the dishes down from the table and he carries and makes me seat on top of the table. I short flare gown on. Not too short thou, directly above my knees.
I realize his fingers struggling to take my pant down.
Then, I unexpectedly realise myself.
“This is exactly what I'm talking about!. Is this the type of friendship you want me to engage in?. I'm sorry I can't give you that!.” I manage to get off his grip I walk out while fixing my dress. He picks his coat and he follows me out yelling my name.
“Emile!. Emile!.” I don't stop. I keep walking till I find Jim strutting by the car.
I stop by Jim, trying to hire a car home but I notice that it's late and the streets are empty. I walk back to Jim “Take me back home!.” I instruct him and I enter into the car. Dickinson enters too. I notice Jim’s hesitation. “Fine Jim!” I get ironical and I attempt moving out of the car but Dickinson stops me. “Calm down, you will get back home!.” He tells. “Okay!.” I seatback keen to get home.
“If you aren't interested in the friendship fine!.” He waves at Jim to drive off. Jim has been waiting for his approval to take off.
We both seat on opposite sides. The car remains silent till we reach my house. As soon as the car parks in front of the house, my mum gets out of the house this time. Like she has been waiting for me
“You came back so quick!. I thought you will spend the night out!. She welcomes me as soon as I walkout of the car.
“Invite your friend to take Tea with us!.” she claims to suggest but all know that she doesn't. She speaks loud such that Dickinson hears it from inside the car. She succeeds since he finally steps out of the car and walk towards us as she expected. I get nervous once I notice him. I discretely wave him off but he act like he doesn't see it.
“Will you take tea with us?. It won't take long!.” mum fakes a persuasive glance.
“Of cause!.” he tells mum then he turns back to me with a smiles of victory. I know he accepts her offer just to annoy me more.
“I hardly have Emile friends home. She is of this shy type so I'm really happy to have you here today!.” Mum snatches him and they both enter the house in each other's arms.
“Ouurrr!!!.” I fume in wrath follow them from behind.
“So what's your name!.” Mum asks.
“Dickinson!.” he gently retorts. “Nice to meet you, Dickinson!.” she sets him on the sofa and she walks in and out of the kitchen with a tray. She stops my him and sears “With sugar?.” she asks pouring out the tea.
“No sugar!.” he reports.
“Okay!.” she gets everything done and she hands it to him keeping her scrutinising gaze on him.
She always does that, she always scares my friends away either with her freaking scrutinising gaze or her multiple questions, etc... . Even when I was younger, she came to play with my friends just to choose them for me, telling me who to play or not play with. That was so embarrassing. Now she acts like she has changed, like she gives me freedom to choose my friends but truly she doesn't. One of the reasons I don't have many friends.
I pull her to the kitchen “Mum what are you doing?.”I get mad at her. She knows how I hate when she acts like this.
“Are asked you severally, who is he, who is he... you didn't answer. So I had to get to him directly. I hope he tells me the truth!.” she folds her arms fixing her stare on me.
“Fine!. He is just a friend nothing more!.” I tell her.
“I hope he’s just a friend as you keep singing to me because from his finger, there are two things. He's either a newly divorce man or he recently removed his marriage ring to fool you. I say fool you because I know that my daughter can't willing date a married man. I have trained you to be more than that... However, either ways I'm not okay with it. So if they is something between you people, I mean even the tiniest things between you guys, put a stop it when it's still early!.” she concludes and leaves.
She moves straight from the kitchen to the parlour then to her room without stopping at Dickinson.
Her behaviour doesn't leave Dickinson indifferent. I walk out of the kitchen to Dickinson who is kind of stunned.
“I think it's time for you to leave!.” I instruct him.
“What's wrong with your mother?.”
“Nothing just leave!.” I keep insisting.
“Okay!.” he worriedly leaves. I bang the door behind him and I move to my room.
