Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

The gate automatically opened to a path that was tiled and had a large yard with multiple cars parked. My eyes widened as I took in the magnificent building before me.

Yemi chuckled at my expression and stepped out of the car to come open my door. I was silent as he guided me to the staircase that led to large double doors.

Who did this house belong to?

He didn't even knock because the door automatically opened again, except this time, a man stood beside it with his hand on the door. The man, who was dressed in a black tux, bowed a bit, and my brows furrowed.

"Good evening, Master Coker, lovely to see you tonight," the man's deep voice took me off guard causing me to jump startled. Yemi just laughed and held my waist so I wouldn't fall before dragging me inside.

"Good evening, Alfred. It has been a while," Yemi replied and pulled farther inside the house, and I couldn't help but stare shamelessly at this beautiful house.

In front of me was a nice modern living room, with couches and chairs arranged in a circle format, a glass table in the middle and small side tables in between every chair, a large wooden piano situated beside the long windows draped with cream curtains, two chandeliers attached to the ceiling only a few feet apart, three pieces of expensive art placed between every window, and a large plasma television pasted on the wall beside the piano.

"Where are we?" I asked softly, not taking my eyes off the living room.

"You are home," I jumped, startled by the voice that was so close to me. My gaze shifted from the living room to the beautiful woman beside me.

Yemi's Mum.

"Oh my God. Good evening, ma'am, I'm sorry I was gawking at your house, it's just so beautiful and the interior is to die for, not to mention-" my rambling was cut off by numerous chuckles and my eyes widened to see Mr. Coker, Lola, Mrs. Coker, and Yemi laughing softly.

My face heated up in embarrassment, and I shut my mouth immediately.

"Oh, c'mon dear, I love that you like the house, it took a great deal of time for the designers to get every detail correctly," Mrs. Coker said as she smiled softly at me, and I calmed down a bit.

"So, I take it my son didn't tell you, he would be bringing you home," it was a statement and not a question and I looked at Mr. Coker who asked it, and shook my head before shifting my gaze to Yemi and giving him the best glare, I could muster.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he teased and shrugged as I raised my brows in annoyance. This was one hell of a surprise if you ask me, and I was already messing it up in front of his parents.

"Don't be too angry with him, my dear. Coker men are sneaky like that. I'm sure you'd get used to it,' Mrs. Coker said.

"Tell me about it, and I've lived with two of them for years," Lola added with an eye roll and arms folded, making me chuckle.

"But luckily, I get to share the burden with a new sister," she said and attacked me with a hug.

Lola and I have met three times since I started dating Yemi, mostly because we were both in school and she traveled back to England to complete her studies, but whenever we hung out, it was nice.

"Oh, Lola, I don't think I'm ready for that burden," I teased, and I heard Yemi gasp. I raised my brows at him and stuck my tongue out.

Served him right!

"You have a lot of work to do to change her mind, son. I'm sure I could give you a few pointers," Mr. Coker said with a sly smirk while staring at his son, who was already groaning.

"You must be famished, Dara. Come, dinner is ready to be served," my stomach grumbled at Mrs. Coker's words, causing everyone to laugh, and I hit Yemi on his shoulder.

"Hey, what was that for?" he asked as Lola unwrapped herself from me and skipped into what I assumed was the dining room.

"For not telling me, for making me embarrass myself, and for not feeding me for three hours," I said with a glare on my face and was about to walk away but his hands wrapped around my waist, stopping me.

"I'm sorry. I truly wanted to surprise you since my parents have been hounding me to bring you home, and as for not feeding you, I'm sure by the time you're done with dinner, you'd thank me for that," he whispered and kissed my temple before unwrapping his arms from my waist and holding my hand instead.

He guided me to another room that had a long table with about seven chairs on each side.

"We usually have a lot of extended family for small events," Yemi answered my silent question. I nodded and sat down on the chair he opened for me.

Yemi sat beside me, and soon, dishes were being brought out by chefs. Different cuisines, fried rice, jollof rice, salad, chicken, turkey, lasagna, and so on were served, and I could feel my stomach rumble in anticipation.

Yeah, me too stomach, me too.

"Lola, please pray," Mrs. Coker said, and we all bowed our heads.

"Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful time, people, and dishes. Thank you for the day, and thank you for our guest. Lord, bless the hands that cooked and served. Amen," we all said, amen, and dug in.

I put the first spoon of fried rice in my mouth and damn, heaven exploded on my tongue. I couldn't stop the savory moan that escaped my lips as I continued to stuff my face with the amazing food.

"I take it that you like it, then," Mrs. Coker said with amusement, and I gave her a thumbs up, nodded frantically, and smiled like a hungry lion.

"This is amazing. It's like tiny grains of heaven in my mouth," I explained, and they all laughed.

"You say that about all kinds of food, babe," Yemi teased, making me glare at him.

"Because they do taste heavenly, unlike some foods cooked by a certain person that taste like burnt offerings," I countered, and Yemi gasped, placing a hand on his chest.

"You swore not to speak of my cooking again," he glared playfully as I winked and smirked. My comeback was cut off by Lola laughing, and my gaze snapped to the rest of the family. Mrs. Coker had a look of disbelief on her face while Mr. Coker was trying not to laugh.

"My brother tried to cook? I'm so glad you're alive, Dara," Lola said in between laughs as I shook my head.

"Lola, I almost didn't survive it. Imagine my horror when I entered his kitchen to see the entire pot black, and he dared to say, It was the thought that counts," I replied, earning a cough of laughter from Mr. Coker while Yemi just shook his head.

"Yemi, did you want to kill her? I've warned you not to go near a kitchen again, haven't I?" Mrs. Coker said, still in disbelief as she shook her head at her son, earning a groan from him.

"That's enough. I only tried it because she said she wanted to marry a chef. Oh, you are one sly woman, Dara," Yemi said, pointing at me, and my eyes widened.

Wait? That's why he cooked. I burst out in a fit of laughter.

"Babe, I was only joking, and I didn't say I wanted to marry a chef. I said, I would love it if my future husband knew how to cook," I corrected, earning a throaty groan.

"Yeah, well, you're stuck with Mr. Burnt offering here, girl," Lola said, pointing at Yemi with his fork.

"This is your fault, Donald. If you hadn't tried to cook and nearly burned our house down, maybe Yemi wouldn't have emulated you," Mrs. Coker said, leaving Mr. Coker's mouth hanging open.

"Hey, don't bring me into this, dear. I tried to make breakfast in bed for my wife, how was I supposed to know that you don't add the fire to pancake oil?" he replied and we all burst out laughing.

Yep, something was definitely up with these Coker men.

But he was mine.