Anashé
Mi wi turn back enuh!
I chuckled to myself as I opened my umbrella and got out my car.
As my heels land on the ground, dutty wata splash up pon me foot. Lawwwd!
I ran swiftly, clutching my handbag under my arm. It was a bad day to have on a pencil skirt because right now mi a run like me have knocked knee to rass! Nosah.
In my office, I took off my heels and wiped my feet with some disinfectant wipes, my shoes too for good measure. Pulling out my face powder mirror, I fixed my ponytail, then curled my lashes back with my index finger. My make-up was still good—light, with well-drawn eyebrows as usual and a little red-tinted lip gloss. The fit today was fit for a sunny day, a navy blue, polyester, spaghetti strap blouse with my black pencil skirt with a little slip stopping just about the knee, paired with my four-inch, black pumps. Mi did look nice this morning, but the likkle rain kinda cramp mi style today. I wasn't meant to be great this morning.
Early for my class.
Good.
Nobody naav nothing fi say... and they all better have today's assignments ready for submission.
I sat at my desk in the lecture room and pulled up today's lecture on the projector. Another five minutes till my Humanities and Law stream. I scrolled through my IG and read the latest on Pinkwall and Shaderoom.
Why Safari Samuels eva inna some woman drama, I chuckled.
"Which man have you grinning suh, Miss Nichols?" The voice startled me and my head shot up to see Mr Cole and his long, locs, slim fit, black long-sleeve shirt and well-fitted black pants. The man was too gorgeous and suave. He has his hair let down, and those piercing brown eyes looking over at me from the door. Why does this fine-ass man always find me when I'm outside of my usual professional element? At this point, we just need to go for drinks and become acquainted. We already cracking jokes and chatting it up, and I could definitely use a friend on campus.
"You give me man fi put down?" I smirked at him, leaning back into my chair. He smiled at me and it was one of those smiles that bore an amount of innocence in them that made him almost come off as shy. It was adorable.
"I'd give you me, but you never seem to check fi mi," he was blushing and I swear my face fell in the moment because it caught me off guard. "Well, don't look so shocked Miss Nichols, you must have figured."
Well... I just thought he always stopped to chat with me because I always looked overwhelmed and in need of a chat or supn. But— to be fair, I wasn't necessarily looking for anybody so some signs would go over my head. Not till recently, as a matter of fact, have I paid attention to men since Jax covered all the bases I needed to be covered.
"You like me?" I asked the question as though it wasn't implied.
He smiled and walked over to my desk, "Very much, you are a very beautiful, very rare young woman and that fight behind those pretty, brown eyes I see each time I look at you—that spark of pure ambition, honestly it's refreshing to see and only makes liking you inevitable for me."
Oh?
"Plus, it doesn't hurt that when I'm around you we laugh incessantly," He smiled and shrugged. Okay...now mi a blush!
"Well, you da one always giving the jokes."
"And you always, always get them," he grinned. Oh, rass ya now. Did I feel... nervous? Is this nerves? He was looking down at me with those piercing brown eyes and I knew what was coming next. "Can I take you out sometime?"
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The UWI Lecturer & The Politician's Son
Romansa"No secret ever stays a secret, Malikai." I breathed. "We've never tried keeping one just between us, so how will we know we wouldn't do a better job than those before us?" He smirked. Their meeting in her classroom was the beginning of a whirlwind...
