Bab 67: The Incipience (Player)
All eyes where focused on her. She was gorgeous, and she understood how to make the most of her good looks. Her figure appeared to have been cast in a specific mold, since it was quite trim and well-defined.
To the point of perfection, molded. characterized by moderately rounded curves and edges, as well as flatness and turgidity in the right locations.
Her fluorogenic brown eyes emanated spitting sparks that gave men the chills and made them question their own masculinity.
Eyes that gave off the impression of being hypnotic organs and made men want to do whatever to please the object of their desire. In addition to having winged eyelashes that curled upward, the eyebrows were arched and jet black.
A mystery was created by the rolling and shifting of her eyes, which was accompanied by the movement of her eye lashes.
Her gentle lips lay just below a straight nose that had tiny nostrils and a pointed tip.
When the lips were curled into a smile, it gave a dazzling effect that added to the overall calm elegance of the face.
From the front, her face appeared to be in the shape of a gorgeous diamond, and the dimpled cheek that she was blushing over acted as a boundary line.
Her skin had the appearance of something made out of a smooth surface mesh and had a tone that was reasonably fair.
Her limbs were long and erect, and she had slim hands that tapered to long fingers at the ends. Her hair was as dark as ebony, and it was greased before being pulled back into pigtails and secured with ribbons.
Her ears and neck were adorned with a necklace and earrings by Swaroki Henrietta that had rhodium plating on the crystals. She wore a brown Prada straight skirt underneath a Gucci top that had intarsia jacquard flowers on it.
Her pricey Paula Cademartori roseline sandals provided her slender legs with the support and comfort they needed to look their best. She was stunning, and her voguish sense of style drew attention to her natural beauty.
She handled herself with the grace of a queen, but the energy of a young woman shone through. This young lady had just one month left to go before she became eighteen years old.
She strolled with elegance, swaying her hips with the grace of a young woman, sensing the world in her pocket and beneath her as she was in the prime of her life and taking pleasure in every aspect of it.
Petra Johnson, who was in her second year of studying Business Administration and was one of Albert's targets, was standing here. Albert has made deliberate attempts to gain her attention and of course fuck her, but she took pride in ignoring those who gawked at her, while she enjoyed the attention, which made her vainglorious.
As she entered the luxury eatery, she saw Mercy seated right behind one of the tables. She gave her a quick grin before approaching her and moving closer.
Mercy had a ravishing dark complexion, and she was tall and lean. Her eyes were sulky and attractive, and the concavity of her nose gave her a pointed appearance.
"You are late, dear." Mercy said while making a pouting face. "I told you that I was famished," she said.
"I am sorry, sweetie," Petra remarked in a voice as smooth as honey. "I needed to go get some gas."
"Over here, we refer to it as fuel or petrol." "She's up to her old tricks once more." "All right, thank you for the pointer.
Take a seat, and let's eat. I have been patiently waiting here alone like an abandoned woman for over twenty minutes.
Some of the guys couldn't stop staring at me, as if they thought I needed a man to buy me lunch.
"Ohhhh...I'm so sorry about that." Petra sighed deeply as she took a seat and sat down. "I, too, am starving to death." She said. "Where did you park your car?" “Outside. she responded. You were so unaware that you didn't even notice."
"I guess so." "Now talking is over." Mercy said. "Can you please locate the waiter?" The waiter was summoned by Mercy. "Chicken parmigiana for me and......,". "Jambalaya prepared with chicken, Andouille sausage, rice, and various seasonings." Petra said.
The waiter gave a nod before leaving. It was a restaurant serving American food that was located in the Federal Capital Territory. The meal was brought to the table in a jiffy.
The girls settled down and ate their food while they were served with drinks. Petra turned her head to take a sip from her juice when she saw him walk into the room,
When their eyes met, he quickly turned his head away. She had a suspicion that he was going to sit at the nearby table that was vacant, which was not far from where they were sitting down. On the other hand, she was unable to remove her eyes instantly.
Something about him caught her attention, and it caused her to look at him more closely. He had an impressive height and physique.
He hid his Harris Tweed shirt underneath a Borsalino jacket with leopard skin in a brownish-brown color. His boots were Louis Vuitton, and the hem of his authentic Calvin Klein jeans reached just above them.
He shone brightly thanks to the glimmer of the Paul Newman Rolex wristwatch he wore. Whoa! This person smelled of wealth. The air was filled with a fragrance that was a combination of aroma and cologne thanks to the expensive perfume that he was wearing.
His wavy hair was styled in an afro cut, and he had short side burns that were thinned out and stopped at about the length of his ears. Then a low moustache and a goatee beard that exuded confidence.
His eyebrows were thick, and they were set above dark eyes that exuded a swashbuckling personality. His nose was turned up, and he had a hint of a red tint to his lips. He had the look of a dashing man who had the world in the palm of his hand, with an aggressive jaw and a masculine expression.
He didn't say a word to her but just nodded at her before sitting down at the table next to theirs. She noticed that he had a cold outlook which she cannot explain.
The waiter approached him as he took out some medication drugs from his pocket and placed them on the table. He was holding two smartphones, one of which was very expensive.
Petra noticed he didn't give them a second glance or seemed to notice they were there. That was unexpected.
Who the hell is he? How could he simply nod and dismiss her presence? She didn't want or expect him to talk to her, but he should give her that look that every man gave her.
"Mr. Eric, good afternoon." The waiter greeted him respectfully. He was obviously well-known there.
"As usual, sir?" "Good afternoon. Yes, Mustapha, as per usual." "All right, sir." “Wait.” As the waiter turned to leave, he hissed abruptly.
"What is the issue sir?" the waiter asked with a show of concern running through his face
“Oh my gosh! My wallet was left in my car, and it is now with my automotive technician." "What do you mean?" "My auto mechanic." “Okay.” "I also need to take my medication right now." I can't do it unless I eat.
Can you kindly serve me now so that I can pay later. I'm also hoping to get at least 1000 Naira for transportation to the workshop where my car is being serviced. Damn, w hat the fu*****k!"
The waiter had a worried expression on his face. "I'm afraid the manager isn't here, Sir, and I don't have the authority to do that."
“What? "Am I going to steal your money?" "No, sir. You are one of our most outstanding customers, but protocol and formality can be a pain at times." He sighed at the young man.
"But I need to take my pills." I'm disappointed. I have spend a lot of money here, and you can't do something as simple as this for me, even if it's for my health?" He grinned.
"All right, I'll leave, even if it means going on my foot to the workshop." Thank you a lot." He made an effort to stand.
"Don't worry, Just serve him." A lovely female voice spoke up. The young man turned to look at Petra. Oh God! Was she paying attention? He now appeared embarrassed.
She was glad she made him have this expression now. The taciturnity had vanished, and humility had taken its place. "Thank you, miss, but I don't want to put such a burden on you; I can handle it." he said.
"It's not fair to refuse it. Please take a seat and eat....for your medication." Petra responded. The man appeared embarrassed and perplexed. He appeared to be unsure. "I appreciate it, thanks a lot." He stated.
"When I return, I'll leave the money with them." "I never said I was going to lend it to you." She stated. His lips widened and he smiled tremulously. Petra was enjoying the pain on his face.
she imagined sitting on her throne, she had the impression that he was kneeling before her. He was the subject and she was the queen. "Thank you very much, ma'am." With that mirthless smile, he sat back.
His usual meal was prepared and served. Fresh fruit drinks and American fried rice and chicken soup He ate in silence despite receiving two phone calls. His conversation revealed that he was a young, wealthy business entrepreneur.
He never looked back at the girls. Petra noticed that he finished his meal and did not abandon the ruminants. That was quite impressive.
Some people waste food in order to impress or avoid being labeled a glutton, so they leave food unfinished, which leads to waste. This guy drank his juice and finished everything.
He took his drugs and stood up. "I appreciate it." He then turned to leave. What? He didn't even bother to say hello or ask her name!
Is that it? Who the hell does he think he is? She muttered within herself. "Please excuse me, sir." She said this, and he turned to look at her.
“Here” She extended her hand, holding multiples of one thousand Naira note. "I don't think you need to walk." He was unsure. "This is far too much. I've taken my drugs and filled up, so I believe I can trek." "I am insisting you take it" Petra said. "I appreciate it." He stated.
He returned and collected the money. "May God bless you." He smiled at her, then at Mercy, before walking out with imposing, bouncy steps. This guy was incredible!
Mercy observed her with suspicion. "Am I overlooking something?" She stated. "Can't someone assist a stranded proud man?" "I know you were attempting to get him to kneel. And you did exactly that.
"I embarrassed the poor guy." She laughed. "But he left without even attempting to get to know you....us." He still left with some of his arrogance." Petra smirked.
That was correct. This was not the end. She hoped to see him again and refused to back down until he bowed. The spoiled, wealthy, arrogant bastard! She never saw him again after that incident.
She visited the restaurant (Floxy American Restaurant) five times and never saw him. She was forced to inquire from the waiter, who addressed him as Mr. Eric.
He must have traveled abroad for business, according to the waiter. She couldn't figure out why she was so eager to see him again.
Why did she keep remembering him? Just to get him down on his knees? Was she not being a tyrant? So he went on a business trip.
That was the assumption until her cousin Ella came to visit one day.
Petra noticed so much excitement on her face as they sat chatting. "What's all the spark about?" "Whoa...I met this guy, whoa...he was cool." I'm talking about a man of substance with a great sense of style and personality.
This gentleman was dressed with designer clothing and he wore a Rolex watch. His perfume filled the air..." “Hmmmmm…” "At first, he was so arrogant that he wouldn't even look at me, but then he got into a jam and I had to help him."
“Jam, what kind of Jam?” “Yeah. It happened at La Bunnies. "He wanted to have lunch so he could take his drugs, but he forgot his wallet in his car, which was with his automotive technician," Petra laughed. I think what you mean was a car mechanic, Petra said.
The waiter acknowledged him as a very important customer, but the manager was not present, and they could not sell on credit. So I went all out and bought him some food so he could take his drugs.
Surprisingly he finished everything on his plate, and I also helped him with four 3 thousand naira for transportation. But he never asked for my name. He was probably trying to be modest. I'm sure we'd meet again."
Petra heard a loud bang in her head. "When did this occur?" Petra noticed the slur in her voice. “Yesterday.”
"Did he mention his name?" “No. I just told you that to me i think he was being modest. However, the waiter addressed him as Mr. Eric. ” Boom! The nickel had been dropped.
The story begins...
FLASH BACK (6 WEEKS AGO)
Justin had called Albert his cousin on phone, requesting that he will allow him visit Abuja so he can familiarize with the new environment. His stay will enable him determine the next line of action he will take for his life.
He was still expecting to get a feedback from his cousin Albert and days had gone but yet Albert has not called him back.
Among the two rich brothers of the biggest empire in town, Justin preferred Albert because of his social and highlife nature. Albert has carved a niche for himself in the social life community. He is well known allover as the “sex god”.
This title alone inspires Justin a lot and his reasons are best known to him.
He decided to call him back again and this time, he is determined to move down to the capital city whether he permits him or not.
Albert was stepping out from the hospital when his phone rang. He raised up his phone to view the caller and it was Justin. He ignored the call and Justin kept calling.
“I wonder if this boy will really cope with the life here in the capital city.” Albert thought inwardly. He was about entering his car when he heard a beep sound in his phone and it was an sms from Austin.
“Hello Uncle, I just want to inform you that I am coming down to Abuja tomorrow, don’t worry about me, I will be fine. Thanks” He wrote.
“Ahh, this boy will not kill me” Albert muttered. He quickly picked up his phone and replied his text. “Hello, Justin, I have received your message. As soon as you get to the terminal, call the number I will send to you and someone will come to pick you and take you to an apartment I have secured for you. I have also secured a job for you at a backery, it will at least keep you busy while we work out something for you. be safe.” He sent the message and he heaved a sigh of relieve.
Albert’s intention was never to bring him close to their home or even their empire. He knows if Richard gets a hint that he is helping Justin, he will definitely get mad at him and this can bring up a serious fight between them.
Justin’s father was never a good man. He was also part of the people that contributed to the death of Mr. Benson, Albert and Richard Father.
He trained his children so recklessly that non of them can even boost of a university degree.
This boy likes him right from the day Albert’s family visited their family. Justin was still 4 years old then.
“He can’t just push him away now, so let him sort himself out and stand as a man” Albert thought to himself.
END OF FLASH BACK...
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