Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The continuous knock on my door woke me up, and the first thing I did was bolt out of my comfortable bed with a pillow in my hand and walk over to the door.

The knock continued, and when I opened it to reveal the handsome Adeyemi, I smacked the pillow into his face before he could speak.

"Ooow, not the kind of violence I would expect from a small woman," he exclaimed, holding his nose, which was most affected by the hit.

"What is it?" My throat was a bit scratchy, so my words came out raspy instead of with the firmness I wanted. My face held a scowl because I was just dreaming about cookies and Pringles all around a table.

"Not a morning person, got it." He said it with a small grumble but chuckled nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, you interrupted my delicious dream; now, what is it?" I said with a sigh, and he just grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Let me guess, food?" he teased, while I just stood dumbfounded.

I was starting to think he knew me too well.

"Your expression confirms it. Anyways, I came to remind you that we are leaving for church in an hour," he said casually, while I panicked.

"What! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I grumbled and hit him again with the pillow.

"Oh, c'mon, woman, stop hitting me. I saw how tired you were yesterday and thought you'd sleep a little longer. It's almost eight, and the service starts at nine thirty." I was about to slam the door so I could get ready when I remembered something.

"I don't have any change of clothes," I admitted sheepishly, embarrassed that I had only just realized it. I had to sleep in the clothes I wore to come here.

What?

I didn't know I would be going to another church the next day. Cut me some slack here.

"No worries, I sorted that out." He brought out his left hand that had been behind his back and noticed it was this zipper thing that people usually put really expensive clothes or suits in. He stretched it out for me and beckoned for me to take it.

"You got me a dress? How did you know this would fit me? And when did you have time to do this?" I asked, concerned that he had stressed himself out over this.

"It wasn't a big deal, actually. I just asked the lady who dressed you yesterday to get me a dress that would fit you, and she brought it with me last night while you slept." I nodded at his explanation, looking at the dress in my hand.

"Thank you." I was grateful.

He thought about this before I could, and it meant a lot. He nodded with a smile and walked away.

Without wasting time, I quickly entered the bathroom to brush and take a quick shower. Once I was done, I put on my underwear and brushed my hair.

Don't worry, I packed new ones since I knew I'd spend the night. I know what you're thinking—why didn't she just pack a change of clothes? Well, that beats me; I don't know why either.

When I was done with that, I opened the zipper thing to reveal a beautiful cream-colored flare gown. It had a small V-cut in the chest area and a belt attached to the waist. The hands weren't fitted, but the tip was flared with a style on its side.

I slipped on the gown, and it was my size. Smiling at that, I fixed the belt to its perfect fit and went on to style my hair into a high ponytail. Since I wasn't in the mood for makeup, I simply applied powder and lip gloss, and then I went to put on my shoes from last night.