Twisted Love

5

Saturday, 6:45
Nivea's POV:

I lowered my head in embarrassment as Azriel laughed at my dilemma.

Look! Mi shame! Shame a kill mi!

"Yuh good?" He asked trying to stifle his laughter.

I rolled my eyes but nodded my head 'yes'.

Can imagine mi come pon date wid man an a flap mi own show?

I stared at the intricate details of our date in hopes to distract myself from my embarrassment.

I was still amazed.

Daniel's return to our table snapped me out of my fantasy.

"Today's appetizer is cream of pumpkin soup with an addition of crispy croutons on top." Daniel explained.

He laid out two white bowls of the steaming soup and placed a soup spoon and a napkin beside the dish.

My stomach growled in anticipation.

I waited for Daniel to leave then immediately dug in.

"Whoever mek diss put dem foot inna it." I said to Azriel after two sips.

Azriel chuckled.

"Fi di amount a money weh dem charge mi nuh expect nothing less."

I nodded my head in agreement and swallowed my next mouthful of soup.

Halfway through my bowl I looked up to see that Azriel hadn't even touched his.

"You nah eat?" I asked patting my lips with the napkin provided for us.

"Mi nuh eat dat." He said staring at me with a slight look in his eyes.

I stared at him confused.

But di soup taste good.

"You don't eat pumpkin?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

Oh.

"Why didn't you let them bring you something else?" I asked.

"Cause I carried you on a date. All that matters is that you're satisfied." He responded.

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy but I brushed it off.

When I had finished my serving of soup, we moved on to our main dish which consisted of jerked pork chops with a side of mashed potatoes.

Daniel placed a tall glass of red wine beside our food and left a basket of garlic bread in the center of our table.

The first bite was exquisite enough to evoke a soft moan from me.

Beliaz.

And? What about it?

I felt Azriel's piercing gaze but refused to make eye contact.

As if catching on to my strategy, he let out a light chuckle then engaged in small talk.

"So how you one suh fortunate fi own three business by the age of nineteen?" I asked.

He had spoken so passionately about his role as an entrepreneur with three successful business and quite frankly, I was intrigued.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I just did." He said nonchalantly.

I stared at him trying to analyze him.

Wonder if him a scammer.