Her eyes twinkled as she scanned her new
environment. "Rosydew" she murmured the
name of the hotel. It was well-known in the
State and it was the most expensive place any
guy could take his girl.
Narissa pulled down the shade mirror of her
car, turned on the lights as it was dark then
fetched her Christian Dior lipstick and applied
another coat of a rich deep red color. She
smoothened her hair and made sure no strand
was out of place; she took off the jacket she
wore, so she could show cleavage.
"Welcome to Rosydew Hotel Ma'm" a valet came
for her keys.
"Thank you Romeo" she smiled and fetched her
phone.
COME TO THE BAR. WAIT THERE. I'LL BE WITH
YOU SHORTLY.
"Excuse me?" she called after the young man.
"Where can I find the bar"? she asked nicely.
"On the second floor, you can use the elevator"
he directed.
"Oh no! I'll pass" she smiled and took off.
There were many things about Narissa people
did not know about. Firstly, she was
claustrophobic. Secondly, she was dating the
richest and most handsome man in town. Ife
Martins had asked her out some days back and
she had finally accepted his proposal.
Asa grinned as she scrolled down her phone,
her role model and woman crush had done it
again.
"Narissa hot girl", the television presenter was
at it again, she was just so adorable. She
anchored the "Breakfast Daily" show and
chaired the romance session.
She was so engrossed by what she read that she
failed to notice Obinna, her elder brother, who
had just returned from work.
"Get me a glass of water please" he groaned
and sat on the bed next to her.
"Obinna, welcome" she was happy to see him.
"Where is Ekene"? he scanned the room for his
younger brother.
"I don't know a thing about his whereabouts"
she returned with a glass of water.
"You don't look happy, what is it"? she was very
close with her elder brother and she could read
him like a book.
"Nothing baby, I just need to get some sleep"
he began to pull off his clothes.
"I see you're in a nasty mood. If this would
help, Narissa the hot girl made a comment on
relationships similar to yours: "Get out of any
relationship that is not healthy, that saps you
of energy and peace of mind" Asa quoted the
T.V presenter.
"Who is Narissa the hot girl"? It seems you
cannot get enough of her" he had heard his
sister whine about the name.
"Honestly, I want to be an on-air personality,
just because of her. She is hot, talented and
very intelligent. Just take a look" she offered
him the phone.
Reluctantly, Obinna took the phone from his
younger sister who was obsessed with a celebrity.
His eyes scanned the milky skinned half cast
lady briefly, the mulatto was beautiful no
doubt, but he wasn't interested. His thoughts
were on his girlfriend who had just broken up
with him.
"Isn't she cute"? Asa's eyes were filled with
admiration.
"I don't have time for this, good night baby"
he pecked her cheek and lay on the bed.
Nkoli had broken up with him; she had scorned
his lack of employment and his inability to take
good care of her.
"Goodnight" Asa whispered. She knew that
whatever her brother was going through was tied
to his selfish girlfriend, Nkolika.
"You'll be fine" she leaned on his shoulder and
they both fell asleep.
She wore a confident smile as she stepped into
the bar. She always had a certain effect on
people, especially men. The late rapper 2pac
Shakur was right when he sang "All eyes on
me".
Narissa was a five footer with a very nice
shape. She had perky round breasts, a flat
stomach, and hips that budged out unhindered.
Her plump backside was her greatest asset, they
rested on long slender legs. She was a Joselyn
Dumas with the face of Beyonce.
'What would you like to have"? A waitress
appeared as she took a seat.
"White wine for now" she replied.
Then the waitress did the unthinkable, she
fetched her phone and made a puppy face
"please can I take pictures with you? Just a
selfie".
"Of course" Narissa smiled, she always had this
effect on people.
"Oh my God, I cannot believe I am standing
before Narissa the hot girl, I am so happy to
meet with you. My name is Nkolika Nwandugo"
she introduced herself.
"Well I am happy to meet you too, keep
watching my show" she smiled.
"What's going on here"? her date finally
arrived.
"Oh sorry sir, I was just taking her order" the
waitress scurried off like a scared rabbit.
"Good evening darling, are you aware you are
the finest woman in this bar"? Ife's eyes
glowed as he took her features in, his eyes
settled on the swell of her boobs.
"Why do you flatter me" she blushed.
She had not been in a relationship for five
years since the death of her mother. She had
buried all her emotions in her work, besides she
was scared of love, her last boyfriend had been
abusive.
"Welcome gorgeous" Ife pulled a chair close to
her.
He found it hard to look elsewhere; she fit into
the description of his dream woman.
"So what took your time"? She asked.
"I had a business deal to close up, I was having
dinner with those men over there" he pointed
his finger to a corner in the bar.
"Oh, your company deals with Russians"? She
scanned the faces of the Caucasians.
"How did you know? Yes, we do have a branch
in Berlin" he replied.
"That's wonderful, my mother was Russian" she
replied quietly.
"Was"? he arched a brow.
"She died of lung cancer five years ago"
Narissa swallowed.
"I am sorry honey, I never knew" he gave her
hand a comforting squeeze.
"It's alright, let's talk about something else"
she didn't want to ruin their date.
"I never knew Methocorp was that huge" she
was pleased.
"It is the biggest thing in Africa," he said it
with pride.
"Stay still, you guys will make a nice couple" a
photographer took a shot of them.
"Shit! The media" Narissa tried to cover her
face.
"Hey, it's okay, you said you're proud of me.
Let the world know we are dating. Let's make
them jealous" he held her hands.
"Honestly Ife, I want us to leave here" she
knew firsthand how the media could ruin
relationships.
"Okay honey, will you come to my place"? he
offered.
"Yes, yes. Any place far from here is fine"
"Wait you haven't taken your order" the
waitress resurfaced with their drinks.
Ife was a six footer; her wore denim that clung
firmly to his lean and hard body and a black
shirt that complimented his tan brown skin; his
eyes were light brown and alluring. Ife was not
just rich, but very handsome, the kind of man
she had always prayed for.
"Here we are baby, welcome to Ife's mansion"
he sounded the horn and the gates quickly
open on their own.
"Where is the gateman"? she was shocked.
"I have none, that's technology" he winked.
Her admiration for him grew, he had a good
sense of humour, like Jidenna sang, Ife was a
classic man.
"I like this dress, looks good on you" he
offered her a seat.
"Have this" he returned with a bottle of
champagne and two glasses.
"Thanks, Ife, you are a gentleman" she took it
from him.
He joined her on the couch; the fragrance of
her perfume bit his senses, it intoxicated him
and he yearned to kiss her.
To be continued....
