PERFECT MATCH

17 - Mrs Obinna Johnson

Happy Valentines day everybody ❤️
I don't have a Val ooo, single and not yet searching. So this chapter is dedicated to one of the people who started this book with me @thatfictionchic888.
Remember that love is a free gift, you don't need to look too far or hard to find it. Also remember that the love of family is the strongest. Never forget to appreciate the ones that mean the world to you, no matter the day or season. You don't have to wait till Valentine.
And to the singles, consider yourself lucky. Use this time to enjoy your days of being single and venture into self discovery. Lastly, remember that self love is the code.

I'll be answering questions you have regarding love, feel free to write in the comment section or private chat me.

Mabel's POV

My husband and I rode in a white limousine car, that was specifically rented for this night.

In moments like this, couples would be holding hands, whispering sweet words and some even fucking, but not us. The silence between us was making me more nervous. Though
we were close enough to smell our breath, none of us said a word. Not since our fight that night.

Our car halted and I knew it was time. The door of the car was opened by the chauffer and Jason alighted first. He stood by the car, waiting for me, his  wife.

I placed my perfectly tanned feet which was pedicured in red on the floor to reveal my black strappy Louboutin heel sandals. Then I pushed my body out of the car, clutching my glass Chanel purse
and gabbing my dress for support.

It hit different. The cool evening breeze was infiltrated with different kind of exotic scents, that just wouldn't mix. It was toxic and the feeling me gasp.

The red carpet of the Benson Transport and Vehicles Ltd, silver Jubilee anniversary thronged with rich people, arriving in the flashiest
of cars, most expensive clothes and rarest of jewelries to match.

Here, glamor met glamor.

My dad held this event every year and family, friends, associates, investors, staff and even rivals were sure to grace it; but I hadn't attended it in four years.

In moments like this we'd have been the center of attraction but my parents stole the night. My mother didn't look forty six, not with her ever beautiful face that was lit up with a charming smile. Her lips was coated in a paint that matched the shade of her dress and the wavy brown wig she wore, made her feel fly. She dazzled in her Rose Red sequin Valentino dress, that had a mid thigh slit and deep neckline, the base of the dress cascaded to the floor. She was the most beautiful tonight and my dad beamed with smiles, proud to have her by his side.

My eyes stayed on them as I watched from where I stood. They posed for the camera, holding hands and finding solace in the love they shared. That was something I always dreamt of. The lights from the countless cameras of several Photographers and reporters shone on them, every time they smiled. Moments later, they started to walk away from the red carpet and I felt a tap on my bare shoulders which made me gasp and turn.

I hadn't noticed earlier because I was too angry but damn! I could hear myself sallow the lump in my throat when I gaze lingered on his face. He had the most beautiful eyes, so innocent and it was so sexy that it appealed him to me. His brows were carved and even the edges of his hair. His sleek hair shone black and his lips, they were plump, pink and calling me to him. Jason was perfection in every ramification, his perfectly carved face, angular jaw and chiseled body made my mouth water. Not to mention, the Gucci tailored tux he was wearing was made for him because I could still see his muscles flex.