The Proposal

THE RED CARPET

Jerome's POV

"Are you ready now?" I called out for the hundredth time. Since Cindy is a model, she takes 5 hours literally, to get dressed. "Soon. Just powdering my nose!" She called out in response. "You said that 3 hours ago" I pouted. I scoffed and walked out to my terrace. It was late at night but the stars lit up the night sky blatantly. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket so I dug it out. The caller ID was blocked but I answered it anyway, maybe it is my CFO. "Talk to me" I answered rudely but professionally. "The paparazzi are getting restless. They must have heard about your engagement." The caller, who is my body guard but best friend stated. "Fuck! How? I swear I was discreet" I cursed. "I don't know man, but you can't hide it from the paparazzi for long anyways. Just come clean tonight" Blake said then hung up. I decided to announce my engagement tonight at the red carpet. "Am ready" Cindy startled me. "Finally" I was relieved. She was dressed in a red and gold knee length dress that complimented her sexy curves. "Let's go!" I dragged her out of the mansion. We've been engaged for a week and it has been a disaster but I didn't mind it since I was with her. She couldn't cook, clean, cuddle, nothing! She just knew how to be my hooker and that was good enough to keep me faithful to her. We drove in my limousine to the red carpet. Thousands of tabloids, paparazzi and press were being held back by my security and best friend, Blake. The fans were shouting Cindy's name since it was her red carpet. She finally stepped out and I followed. There were numerous of camera flashes and questions thrown unto us like wild fire. "Is it true that you guys are engaged?" "When is the wedding?" "Do you really love her or is this just a cover up for your playboy ways?" I was stumped. I turned to the barricaded sides where the reporters were. "Who asked that question?" I asked seriously although I was amazed by this clever reporter. Everyone went silent. No camera was flashing. The silence was unbelievably deafening. They fear me. Am I that scary? I scanned the rows of fans and paparazzi but no one stood up. "I did!" I looked at the young lady. She seems to be at the age of 23 or so. She had long black hair that was tied in a ponytail, black jewelry orbs and a slim curvaceous body. No it couldn't be. That was definitely the same way I used to describe my first love. "Becca?" I whispered. Everyone was staring as I was a few inches away from her face. "Ms. Sterling or Mrs?" I remained professional. "Miss" she declared and I sighed in relief. I didn't even know that I was holding my breath. "Are you going to answer my question Mr. Clarke?" She asked professionally also. Wow! I was impressed. The last time I saw her she was crying like a baby to be in my arms but here she is, bold as a lion. Five years really changed her. "Only if you join me for dinner" I smirked and the audience wooed. She started to blush. Wow! I still got it. "No thank you, I have a job on the line" She declined and the audience awed. "What if I tell you that I could give you a killer story to bring you to the top?" I bargained and again the audience wooed once more. It made me feel confident. "Let's see you do. Wendy's at 7. Enjoy your night Mr. and Mrs. Clarke" With that she left. The audience applauded then new questions were asked. "Are you going to bang that reporter too?" "Shut up" I spat.

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