PA TO STARBOY

29 - Rainy Day Cuddles

One Week Later

Dera plop on her bed with a deep breathe of relaxation! After hours of packing and cleaning her room she was finally allowed the luxury to say she was free. The time has come to say good bye to Ghana. Wizkid new album Made in Lagos came out three days earlier so it now en route to London for the promotion.

She even doubted it needed the additional promotion after all the album was currently number one around the world, but being so super hyped about it and the fact that she missed working she was glad to leave Ghana behind.

The assault she faced, near imprisonment? She would run now if she could!

From the speakers the new album played, she had a particular track on repeat ever since, Dera stared at the ceiling mouthing the words softly to herself, the track Flower Pads has come to be her favorite, she felt particularly drawn to the song like he was singing it to her.

After about thirty minutes Dera roll to where her iPhone lay on her bedside,seems it has been ringing since.

10 missed calls from +234 0705 246 6991

Her face form into a frown, Why was a strange number trying to call her? It had better not be a prank call or some psycho stalker! Nonetheless she slid the answer button. She raise the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

Nothing came for a second until a raspy, "Dera?!"

Dera jumped up attentively as if she laid on needles, even if she were to go tone deaf she would recognized that voice even from anywhere. "Wizkid? Sir? Ayo?"

"Open the door!" With that he hung up.

Dera sprung out of the bed, in space of minutes she was already at the front door. Standing outside drenched in rain was a very pissed looking WIZKID. The look on his did not hide his anger or even pretended like he wasn't.

"Jesus Christ!" Dera gasp at the sight. He glared at her as she pull the front door open.

Dera scurried to the side as Ayo stepped into the house dripping in rain water. For whatever reason she knew she was in trouble yet the only thing she could wonder was how did he get her personal number?

Ayo stare fucking daggers at his shaking PA if looks could kill! Dera couldn't bring herself to look at him instead she looked everywhere except him.

Ayo contemplated his words carefully, "Dera?" He said finally.

"I'm so sorry! Sir! Wizkid! Ayo! I.,.."

He raise a finger shutting her up instantly, he seize the opportunity to will himself calm, "Why?" He pause, he was too visibly angry to continue in that tone so he exhale again,m, "Why the fuck weren't you answering  your phone? And why on earth did you lock the fucking doors!!!" He couldn't help the manner at which it came out!

Dera bit her lips trembly, why weren't she picking her phone? She was busy imagining scenarios of them to his songs why did she lock the doors? She had no idea! "I'm sorry sir, I was sl...." she let her voice trail off. With the way he was glaring at her she dared not say she was sleeping!

Ayo attentive ears picked up Mighty Wine from his new album playing from the highest volume from the speakers in her from. He suddenly knew why she wasn't answering or why the door was locked in the first place. He exhale calmly, he was drenched down to his boxers! he shook his head, it was useless to blame her or even yell. It wasn't her fault that he left his keys in the car or that he chose to be driven home even with the pounding rain instead he was angry at himself, he hated the rain and to be stuck under it has driven him to the edge. He shook his head and turned towards the staircase without another word he started up to his room.