As he left the room for his car, he spotted
Narissa kissing a guy. His heart sank as he
rushed out of the area, he couldn’t bear to see
another man touching her. Jealousy raged in
him but he couldn’t blame any other but
himself. He had been a fool.
‘You can stop now, he is gone’ Jason, the guy
technical guy, pulled away from her.
‘Sorry about that’ she broke the kiss.
‘Are you kidding? This is the happiest day of
my life, being kissed by the most beautiful
woman in the world’ he grinned.
‘So you aren’t angry that I kissed you without
permission?’ She raised her brows.
‘You can always do that again’ he winked.
‘Thanks, Jason, you don’t know what you have
done for me’ she muttered to herself.
‘Hi guys, I saw you two kissing. Are you an item
now?’ The studio attendant, Lavender marched
to meet them. Lavender wasn’t very much liked
around there, she was talkative, she never
seemed to mind her business and she was
annoyingly opinionated.
‘Nothing happened, you saw wrong’ Narissa eyed
her sternly, why couldn’t she mind her
business?
‘Wow, Jason?’ She turned to the electrical
engineer.
‘Yea, Narissa is right. You saw nothing’ he
winked and trotted away. Everyone avoided
“Lavvy” as she was fondly called, Lavvy was a
bomb waiting to explode.
‘If you are done staring at me, you can get
back to the studio’ Narissa hissed angrily and
walked away from her.
‘I didn’t mean to upset you’ Lavender
apologized but the angry celebrity had already
left.
‘Stupid loud mouthed radio’ Narissa cursed. She
knew deep within that Lavvy wasn’t the cause
of her anger, Ife was. Why had he kissed her?
His kiss had ignited a fire she didn’t know still
existed within her. She had fought hard for
self-control to resist the familiar sweetness of
his luscious lips.
He had made her vulnerable; torn her defenses
apart and left her to sweet suffering. He had
opened her up and sought to see her reaction
to his charms. A smile played on her lips; she
had done the smartest thing ever. She lied. She
painted an imaginary boyfriend and Ife
bought it hook, line and sinker. She had seen
the jealousy that flared up in his brute eyes; it
could tear a whole town down. A raging inferno
it was.
She was quite sure of this; Ife was hurting, just
like she had hurt when he dumped her. That
thought gave her satisfaction and joy. Now he
knew she had a “boyfriend” and had found
her kissing a guy, she was sure Ife would leave
her alone.
‘What kept you guys so long in there?’ Her boss
asked.
‘Nothing. We had an old score to settle’ she
joined them in the studio.
‘I hoped you have settled it. Ife Martins is such
a fine man; if I had a daughter, I’ll make
sure he married her’ the woman joked.
‘I always appreciate your good sense of humor’
Narissa laughed dryly. Even her own laughter
sounded strange to her ears and she wondered
if she had truly gotten over Ife Martins.
Working in a multi dollar company as theirs,
Methocorp, had a way of sapping one’s energy.
‘You look flushed’ his father handed him a
beer.
‘I feel worse, I’ve been stressed out of my ass’
Ife sneered as sat next to his father.
‘Yes you have’ the old man opened his can and
gulped the dirty brown liquid greedily.
His son who seldom visited had spent more than
three weeks with him; Ifeoluwa was his only son;
his mother had died while he was still a baby
and that had caused them both to be very
connected to each other. He could read Ife like
a book.
‘Are you okay?’ He asked his son.
‘What?’ Ife down the can of chilled beer, his
father’s question sounded strange to him.
‘You heard me. You aren’t yourself, what’s
happening? Is the company in debt?’ The old
man asked.
Ife was silent for a while, then drew a deep
breath.
‘The company is fine, everyone is working to
make sure of that’ he replied wondering what
gave the old man that impression.
‘Sure? You aren’t yourself Ife. You have stayed
right here with me for more than a week; you
neither club nor hang out anymore. You work
and sleep. It seems you are a depressed son,
please talk to me. I’ll love to help’ he was
concerned for his son.
‘I…am okay’ Ife rose to his feet.
‘No you are not, did someone break your
heart?’
‘Even if I said yes, you know nothing about
heartbreak dad. You and mum had a happy
marriage like people tell me’ he shrugged.
‘Really? Your mother and I were very happy till
death took her away but people always fail in
their analysis. We didn’t just wake up in a
garden of Eden. I am no Adam and she was no
Eve. We were very imperfect, we worked hard to
achieve perfection. Do you know how long it took
me to convince your mother that I was the right
man for her?’ He asked, then chuckled as he
recalled the good old days.
‘A week perhaps?’ Ife raised his brow. His
father had never told him this story.
‘Five years’ his father said.
‘Five years? You’re serious’ Ife dropped his
briefcase and took a seat, ready to learn
more.
‘Yes, I am. I met her when she was Twenty-six
years old, we got married when she was thirty-
two. Your mother never wanted me despite the
fact that I was wealthy; she saw my wealth as
nothing and that bruised my ego. She chose
other men over me but I never let go because I
loved her. So you see my son, I know what it
means to be rejected by a woman because your
mother rejected me once’ he narrated his
experience.
To Be Continued….
