Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

I was tired.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let a groan escape my lips as I plopped down on the seat.

Yemi had taken me everywhere. To where he had his first football practice, the diner where he sang his first original song, where he got his debut, where he went to college, his favorite museum, and even the orphanage where he did his first charity. I enjoyed all the first reminiscence but sheesh, I was sure we had gone to even more places than an average tourist and I was exhausted.

I kicked off my shoes, placed my left leg on my right, and used my hands to massage it. I did the same for the second leg before placing them down.

I could barely keep my eyes open, and I was hungry, no, starving. The last time we ate was three hours ago, and I was running on low fuel.

I stared at where Yemi had been standing for five minutes talking to a bystander who just happened to recognize him and turns out, he was a fan. I noticed Yemi looked a bit uncomfortable as he took pictures with the middle-aged man who claimed that Yemi's songs changed him and decided to do something about it. I scooched over to the driver's seat and plopped my head out the window.

"Babe, c'mon, I'm hungry, let's go," I cried with a real starved face that successfully shot down whatever they were talking about.

The man who wore an oversized t-shirt with the words love or hate me on it, with a pair of blue trousers, shifted his gaze to me, and I almost felt guilty because his once flashy smile turned into a small frown.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," Yemi's voice made the man shift his gaze back to him, and I watched as another smile lit up his face.

"Of course, sir. Thank you for even talking to me," the man replied with sincerity, lacing his British accent, and my guilt disappeared. He quickly grabbed Yemi's hands and shook them before leaving to God knows where.

Yemi and I watched him as he disappeared behind a curb, and with a satisfied sigh, Yemi entered the car just as my stomach grumbled.

"You're hungry?" he asked, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What! Of course, I am, you dimwit. We've circled Nottingham more than a normal tourist, and it's past eight, and you don't expect me to be hungry?" I snapped defensively, and I was sure my eyes shone with a glare because of how he flinched.

"Uh, my food goddess is angry and hungry. Have I ever told you you're hot when you're snappy?" I stared back at him with equal disbelief.

Was he teasing me?

"Ouch, what was that for?" he shouted just as I pinched his cheek.

"Feed me," I said in a dangerously snappy tone and watched as he flinched back as I leaned closer with my hands curled into a ball.

"Yes, ma'am," he gulped and started the car.

"Where are we going, by the way?" I asked curiously. It was getting late, and I had forgotten to ask where we were going to be staying for the night.

I was hungry, tired, and needed good food and rest but I wasn't sure any good restaurant would still be open.

"Don't worry your pretty head about that," my brows arched in curiosity.

"You mean it's a surprise?" he nodded and focused on driving, leaving me with a bunch of questions.

Why would it be a surprise? Where could we be staying? What if he orders only one room, and I have to sleep on the bed and make him sleep on the couch? I shook my head at the last question and decided to watch the city pass by as we moved.

It was indeed a beautiful city, and I was blessed to be here.

"So, are we ordering room service?" I asked in hopes that he would give some hint as to where we were going.

"Ah, nice try but you'll just have to be patient till we get there," shoot! Time for plan b.

"I won't comment on what kind of food we are eating as well," my eyes widened and I huffed.

"How could you know me so well?" I said in a more annoyed tone as I folded my arms like a whiny child.

"Easy, babe, you're an open book when you're hungry," he said with a chuckle that made me roll my eyes.

"Hey, that reminds me; did your sister like the dress I made for her?" I asked excitedly.

Yemi had told me that Lola wanted me to make another dress for her since she liked the first one, and I gladly agreed.

"She liked it but hasn't worn it. She claims she would wear it for important events since it was made by an important person," he replied, and I couldn't stop the excited smile that played on my lips.

"Nice to see someone prioritize my dresses, unlike some people," I teased and stared at Yemi from the corner of my eye.

"Hey, I never said I don't like your designs. I was just jealous that you didn't make anything for me," He whispered the last part but I got it and a laugh escaped my lips.

"What? You want me to make your clothes?" I asked in between laughs, but he just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay. How about I come to your house and take your measurements for a gown?" he snapped his gaze at me, and I doubled over in laughter.

"Forget it," he deadpanned while focusing on the road, and I cleared my throat.

"I was just joking. What if I make a design for you, and you can take it to your designer to sew it? That way, I would make a matching outfit for myself and we could do a couple's shoot," I suggested, but he didn't reply. However, I saw his lips curl into a smile, and that appeased me.

"So, how many minutes more?" I asked as I shifted my gaze to the street, only to arch my brows.

We weren't on the main road anymore instead we were in a street that had houses on every side. Not just houses, but mansions. My eyes nearly bulged as I saw a two-story building lit with different kinds of ornaments.

Was it Christmas?

I watched the many magnificent houses pass by until we entered a paved path that held a beautiful black gate.

"We're here,"