The Bridge (Book 1 of Xav-Verse)

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

"Hold on a minute," Richard said walking towards the door. He unlocked and opened it, getting shocked at the figure he saw.

Ever since the restaurant saga, she had gone off the radar, no where to be seen. He concluded she did that to stay off him or probably cut off all they shared after he crushed her, as she termed it, at the restaurant. Well, he wasn't surprise at that because he was expecting such. He would have done the exact same thing if put in her shoes, but Angela standing at his door wasn't part of the expectation, not even a quantum of it. He's pleased, shocked and worried. Pleased, because their friendship is still intact otherwise while will she be here beside her demeanor isn't like one of someone coming for trouble or fight or something negative. Shocked, because he wasn't expecting her. Worried, because her coming back might mean more pressure and persuasions from her, higher probability.

"Hi," she greeted waving her palms at his face to bring him back from his mind travel.

"Oh, I'm sorry for that... please do come in," he said making way for her.

"No need for that." She smiled. "Actually, I came to invite you out for shopping. Would you mind being my shopping partner? All bills are on me, don't worry," she said.

"No P at all. Let me just put on something shoppy." He winked and smiled at her, a smile she returned.

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The mall was filled with people going about carrying out the gentle act of commerce, well it wasn't gentle because the atmosphere reeked of frenzy and vibrancy all thanks to the transactionals. Angela moved from one shop, one stand, one section to another getting her hands on whatever her eyes gets seduced by.

"Hey, you haven't gotten anything yet," she said to Richard clutching seven shopping bags.

"Welllllllllllllllllll," he dragged scanning through the shoe display. He picked a pair of shoes. "This will do."

"Richy," she called, giving him the look.

"Seriously, this is me being sincere, I'm not being prude. This is all I need." Angela rolled her eyes.

"That's your beeswax. I'm not in for this face off."

"Are you driving?" She asked stretching the car keys to him as they approached her G-wagon.

"No, just do your thing."

"So where did you disappear to?" Richard asked fastening his seat belt.

"To get hold of myself after the guy I love rejected me," Angela replied, her emotions threatening to betray her.

"Hian, that's unheard of, a guy reject a girl of your calibre. Wonders," Richard replied trying to make light the situation.

"Do you fucking think this is a joke?" Angela lashed out suddenly, startling Richard. He made to say something but was interrupted by a finger raise from her.

"Don't. I say don't say anything. Just shut the hell up," she said with anger. The atmophere became tense, quiet and hot.

"All my life, I've always been the hunted," she chuckled lightly. "I've always been the hunted not the hunter but then I met this guy who left me amazed. He triggered a strong liking, no, attraction, what am I even saying, love to him." She turned to face him.

"I fell deeply in love with him but I wasn't used to being the hunter, so what did I do? I gave him several green lights to enable him know of my feelings for him but he wasn't responding. That left me mad and crazy at him but the love grew. He was queer and unconventional but determined not to give up, I figured, being the hunter won't hurt, it isn't an abomination anyway. If I need something, I should go get it. It's called being ambitious and courageous. So I did it, I asked him out, I professed my love to him. I know he loves me dearly but he couldn't accept me because of experience and principles, but my sole definite desire is." She placed her left hand on his cheek and stared deeply into his eyes. "He forgoes all that and release his suppressed love for me, all of it. I want him to unleash all of it on me. If he does, I vow to love him without measures."