Playing With Mr. Adelekan

Chapter 1

               Y-Zee stood under Port Harcourt's scorching sun, beads of perspiration rolled down the sides of her face. She had been standing by the roadside for about an hour now trying to wave a taxi. She felt helpless as she stood there because she knew getting a taxi today would not be easy as today was a Sunday and most taxi drivers infact most Nigerians except Muslims took Sunday as their resting day after church. She too did not come out on Sundays.
             She had actually been chilling in her two-bedroom apartment with her bestie, Somi who was also her roommate. Somi was about to weave her hair as she did most weekends. Perks of having a bestie who's a hair stylist. She didn't have to pay for her services. She wasn't making any glamorous hairstyle sha. Just simple cornrows without attachment. Because Somi would charge her for any expensive hairstyle. 
           Then Mrs. Detola, one of her important clients called. Mrs. Detola said she had sent her younger brother to pickup a cake she had Y-Zee make for her. She was supposed to have picked it up two days ago but had been busy. If it was any other person that had called, Y-Zee would have bluntly told them today was a Sunday and she didn't work on Sundays but Mrs. Detola wasn't just anybody. She was one of those very rich, working class people and when you're just a small, hustling P.H girl trying to make ends meet you won't want to offend these rich people.
       She finally managed to flag down a taxi. As expected, the driver charged her more than the actual price because he knew taxis would be scarce today. She still entered sha. She didn't want to keep Mrs. Detola's brother waiting.
       Through out the ride, the boy beside her kept on hitting on her and she played along although the boy didn't look older than twenty-one and she was twenty-six. It wasn't his fault sha, with the way she was dressed in a cargo skirt, crop top and face cap because of the sun coupled with her smallish figure, she probably looked like his agemate.
                 She made the driver stop infront of her shop and the boy(she didn't still know his name) offered the pay her transport fare. At least she didn't flirt for nothing. She mumbled a thank you and crossed to the other side of the road  where her shop was as the taxi sped off behind her.
                  That was when she noticed the tall, brown skinned guy leaning on the gray car that was parked outside her shop.
                Ah this guy is fine oo. She thought. He must be Dare, the younger brother Mrs. Detola was talking about.
                 'Good afternoon Sir. Are you the one Mrs. Detola sent to collect the cake?' She asked in the polite tone she used in dealing with customers half of her attention on him and other half on her hand that was fumbling for her shop keys in her cross bag.
                 'You're the cake girl?' He ignored her question, his voice was deep and cold. What a way to refer to her 'the cake girl'.
              She nodded, observing that he didn't seem very happy and was about to say something.
              'You were meant to be here about an hour ago'. He said with a deep scowl on his face.
             'Sorry Sir, I don't work on Sundays you sister called out of the blue–
            'Please don't waste my time with all these plenty talk'. He caught her off angrily.
       She mumbled another apology, her hands still feeling for the keys. She finally grasped it–
       'What are you still standing there for? Go and bring the cake let me leave this place joor'. She froze and looked up. He stared down at her condescendingly. Let's stop using anger as an excuse. Forget brown skin and pink lips. This guy was rude oo.
           But she didn't let her anger show for the sake of her business. Mrs. Detola was one of her most generous customers and it wasn't because of some fine boy with attitude she'd lose such an important customer.
              Having found her keys, she walked briskly to her one storey shop she rolled up the protective glass then struggled with the key hole till the door made a clicking sound the she pushed her way into the shop.
              She ran a catering/restaurant business. She had first started as a restaurant only and had payed rent for a smaller shop. But as she grew older and her mother's terminal illness became worse, she figured that she needed more income and started looking for ways to expand her business because unlike Somi, she wasn't smart academically. She had long realized that cooking was the only way forward for her.
              So she worked harder, saved up enough money and enrolled in a professional course in catering. As soon as she got her certificate. She expanded her business and was earning more. Story goes on. A few years later, Y-Zee moved into a better neighborhood and moved her mother to a better apartment close to a prominent hospital that specialized in terminal illnesses and registered her there as a permanent patient.
         She also rented a one-storey shop and employed two girls that served as waitresses for the restaurant downstairs. Since she now offered catering services and baked for events, she turned upstairs to a full modern kitchen with all the electrical appliances she needed to make her work easy. Besides when clients saw her kitchen they felt assured that her food was free from germs.
          She quickly packaged Mrs. Detola's cake and wrote a receipt. She stumbled out of the shop trying to balance the huge three step cake on her small figure.
              Instead of this Dare guy to help her out, he simply looked up from his phone, glanced at her and went back to typing on his phone.  Ah-ah who raised this werey? No atom of gentlemanliness in this one oo.
           After locking her shop, she staggered up to him presenting the cake and receipt. He looked up from his phone and collected the receipt then roughly shoved a bunch of keys into her hand.
            'Put the cake in car boot'. He instructed gesturing at the keys in her hand.
         Suddenly all the anger she had been suppressing burst out. Did he think she was his house girl? Ah she was so done with this one.
       She hissed and dropped the cake on the floor.  Sorry Mrs. Detola, Your really a sweet soul but this your brother is a case.
         'What are you doing?'. The shocked look on his face was very satisfying. She ignored him and sashayed towards the main road waving a a lot axi that just happened to be passing by. Thank God for this taxi or this savage girl image she was creating would be destroyed.
          As she opened the door something jingles in her hands. Oh she was still with this werey's car keys sef.  An idea popped into her mind.
         She turned and gave him a bombastic side eye. His expression had morphed from shock to immense anger but she didn't care. She flung his keys at him. It toppled on the floor with a clanging sound. She then entered the taxi and made herself comfortable as the driver sped off. Completing her savage girl image. Ah this driver was God sent.

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Okayy so this is the first chapter.
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