CHAPTER -13-

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Cindy Washington

"I'm beginning to think you are stalking me Mr sir."

"Say that again" I watch as his eyes become hooded and his hold around my waist tighten. I giggle at his reaction. "I will surely teach you never to tease me miss Washington."

"More words Mr Granger" I smirk at him.

"You wouldn't be saying that when I break your back and you can't walk for days."

"Still with the barks and you're yet to bite me, sir."

He growls and I'm enjoying every moment of it. If teasing him will garner me this reaction every time he's so going to lose himself by the time I'm through with him. He leans into me and kisses my cheeks barely brushing his lips to my jawline and whispers in my ears "when I lay my hands on you not even the open heaven will make me let go." I smile from ears to ears I haven't felt this girly and giddy since Sean and well its makes me feel like a teenager. At this age he has me smiling like I'm in my teenage years and I'm liking every moment of it.

I can't lie I'm super nervous and excited all at once. For starters, I'm not sure if I want a relationship and I don't do a one-night stand. DeMarcus and I haven't talked at all and I don't even know what is his status and what his intentions are. It's all fun teasing each other and all the flirting and touching is all good but where does it lead. What are we truly looking for if this should go any further?

I'm too aroused to even think straight and I need to breadth since I've been holding my breath since he's holding me so close. A plump man walks up to us. "Ah I've been told of your arrival" he shakes Demarcus's hand then turn to me. He takes my hands kissing the back of my hand. "Who is this beautiful creature?" he asks looking at DeMarcus rather than to me. "Let me introduce you to the beautiful miss Washington."

"Wait from kindle's publishing," he states more than asks.

"Ah mademoiselle Washington it's a pleasure to meet you," he hooks my arm and tries to walk away but DeMarcus hold on to my waist didn't budge and his gaze fastens on sir Prada. I assume because he hadn't introduced himself and we were talking first.

"Pardon my manners sir Granger. mademoiselle, I'm sir Prada and welcome to my home. Kindly lend me your presence."

I look over to DeMarcus and offer my best smile after seeing his face turning stone-cold and his eyes shoot daggers at sir Prada who by the way didn't take offence and looks to be oblivious to the looks DeMarcus is giving off.

DeMarcus nod and let go of my waist. Sir Prada and I walk off when I look back at DeMarcus he is looking straight at us and his eyes glitter with amusement as I sway my hips giving him a full show of my backside. I wink at him and turn back to sir Prada.

Sir Prada walks me to the main area of the grand living room with a huge chandelier hung in the centre of the ceiling. The walls didn't need to be decorated with the huge antique painting that hung on the walls and the tile carvings that decorate the space between them.

"Mademoiselle's a great pleasure to meet the lady behind the words. I want to make you an offer."

"Sir Prada this isn't the time to talk business can we enjoy this beautiful evening and celebrate your beautiful daughter which I'm yet to meet. We can surely discuss on a later date."

"Point taken but I need a sit-down, I have an offer for you and I want you to consider it once we talk." I nod as we approach two beautiful ladies with floor-length dresses conversating with each other. Sir Prada stop and introduce us. "This is my elder daughter Joann and the baby of the family Joslyn." "This" he put his hand around the shoulder of his elder daughter "is the star of the runway. This my lovely is miss Washington the columnist at kindle." "Oh, mademoiselle it's a pleasure to meet you." Now I'm feeling like a celebrity. I smile brightly and extend my hands to her. She takes my hand and engulfs me in a bear hug. "Your column on having a vision for your life is so inspirational, it pushed me to pursue my degree. I was so focused on modelling that I didn't think anything else matters but your words brought life to my dull visionary thinking." She states and words fail me as tears burn the back of my eyes.

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