BREAKING THE ICE QUEEN |A Nigerian Romance|

6.

NAOMI

I honestly did not expect morning to come this fast, but yeah, it did, anyway. The first thought that crosses my mind is "where am I?". Immediately, the night's memories and all that followed after comes rushing in.

Urgh! I need to find my way out of this ghetto ass place! My legs take me to the toilet and I pee, then clean up before fixing myself. It basically involved rinsing my face with this cold water. I totally forgot that the heater was not working yesterday. I change into what I wore yesterday and fix the bed, neatly fold the jalabiya, then step out of the room.

Joseph is no where to be found but I smell coffee brewing. I follow the aroma and realize that there's steam from the one on the counter. The cup is unattended to.

"Anybody home?" I call out in a panic. No response. The front door opens almost immediately and I grab the first thing my hand comes in contact with, for self defense.

"It's just me." Joseph chuckles and I hiss.

"Not funny."

"It is. What exactly did you intend to use a throw pillow for? To attack an intruder?" He laughs.

"Hush. I know self defense." I answer and he snickers.

"Indeed." He chuckles before adding "Sorry, went to get breakfast." He lifts up the bread loaf in his hands and I roll my eyes.

"I am definitely not eating that thing with you." He shakes his head at my comment.

"Please yourself, ma." He utters sarcastically before settling in the kitchen to prep and have breakfast.

"My keys?" I ask with raised brows, arms akimbo.

"When I am done eating." He says dismissively.

"Look, some of us have real jobs, not menial ones. I need to get home and prepare." He ignores me and continues having his breakfast.

Huffing in annoyance, I proceed to sit, having no choice but to wait for him. Realizing that I was no longer speaking, the idiot takes his sweet time eating just bread and coffee! Rubbish!

He even proceeded to wash up and clean the place where he ate. He still took out some water and drank before finally returning his attention to me.

"So what was it you were saying again?" The way this guy annoys the hell out of me.

"Just give me the keys. I won't spend an extra second engaging in a banter of words with you."

"Be polite." He insists.

"To hell with you." I retort.

"Alright. I take it you don't need your keys, then." He shrugs and starts to walk away, and that is the exact moment that annoyance consumes me. With a surge of adrenaline, I spring to my feet and hasten my steps to catch up with him, determination coursing through my veins. As I close the distance, my hand darts out to grab him by the collar, exerting enough force to make him whirl around, caught off guard by my sudden assertiveness.

"What the fuck is your problem?" His hand snakes behind me and he pulls me to him. He raises his brows as if daring me to speak again. I am never one to back down, so game on, dumbo!

"I said what the fuck is your problem?" I could see the fire in his eyes when I say it again.

"I'll be careful with my words, young lady." His voice resonates in a low, husky tone, sending a shiver down my spine as the sound wraps around me like a caress, melting my insides with its irresistible allure.

"Don't call me that."

"Then what will you prefer? Bitch?" My hands automatically make their way to slap him but he catches it as if anticipating the move. He smacks me in the butt instead.