Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

He smiled and closed the door before walking over to his side and driving off. I let out the breath I was holding. It was a comfortable silence, at least to him, while I, on the other hand, could feel goosebumps on my skin from the way he looked at me. How was I supposed to spend the day with him like this?

"What kind of music do you like?" He asked, breaking the silence and making me jump a little due to his nearness to my ear. When did he come so close?

I gulped. "Any music with good lyrics," I said, the first thing that I had in my head while he looked at me with an amused smile.

"So, no Davido or Wizkid, got it." I laughed a little because that's exactly what I don't want.

It's not that their songs are bad; it's just that some of them are meaningless with gibberish lyrics, in my opinion. He put on 'Marry You' by Bruno Mars, and an immediate smile graced my lips. I started singing along and tapping my legs. Before I knew it, we were both singing along, and I kept along some lines and watched as he sang. His voice sounded amazing; it made me wonder how God designed this man. Chuckling to myself, he stopped and looked at me with curiosity while I just shook my head and went back to singing.

"I didn't know you could sing. It sounded better than my sister, and I'm telling you, she's terrible." Bursting out in laughter, I placed a hand over my mouth.

I wasn't laughing at his words but at his expression. He held a cringe-worthy, disgusted look at the thought of his sister singing. I haven't met her yet, but I heard she loved the dress I had sewn, and it made me happy.

"Why are you laughing? It's the truth: Lola cannot sing to save her life. All I hear is a high-pitched screaming, and do you know the worst thing? She does it most times when I'm at home, at night." My laughter continued at the way he was reacting to Lola's singing.

He still had a disgusting look as he stuck his tongue out like he wanted to vomit. If only his sister knew what he was saying, and then and there, ladies and gentlemen, I had the most brilliant idea. Taking out my phone, I took a video of him as he ranted and rambled on about his sister's horrible voice. Who knows? This could come in handy.

"What are you doing?" I looked up from the video to see he was staring at me with a playful glare, looking between me and the phone. Already knowing what he would do, I sprung into action, saving the video and switching off my phone before laughing at his face.

"Nothing." I cursed for being too quick in responding. I smiled sheepishly at him, and he raised an eyebrow like he wasn't letting it go.

I huffed. "It might come in handy later," I said with an evil smile, wiggling my eyebrows before laughing at his horrified expression.

We talked and joked all through the journey, and it wasn't until after two hours that he pulled up in front of a majestic building, and it took me a while to register that we were at a hotel. I looked back at Yemi, curious.

"I didn't think you'd like to be at my apartment alone with me, as it's just a single room that I buy whenever I come here for appointments." Oh, I nodded, thankful that he put that into consideration, but I was also pensive because this place could cost a fortune for just a room.

"But it looks expensive, Yemi," he chuckled at my concern, which made me glare at him. I was serious; I wouldn't allow him to spend so much money here.

"You always seem to forget who I am; besides, the penthouse is mine." I stared at him with an incredulous look as he grabbed my hand and walked to the receptionist, who immediately stood up and made a slight bow.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Coker, shall we get your suite ready?" Her sultry voice complimented her unseen way of catching his attention. I felt a pang in my chest at the way she was looking at him, only to be shaken away from my few seconds of insecurity.