The Nanny ✔

#17

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Demola's POV

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Holding hands, we enter the store and walk into the pharmacy on the left wing and my lips purse into a grim line as I take a good look around. The familiar smell of drugs attack my nostrils, making my mood turn dark.

"Good evening." Sophie greets the man over the counter cheerily.

I keep mute anyway, while the person being attended to leaves with his drugs.

Sophie stands inline, the bright smile still ever present.

I hate pharmacies, anything that has to do with them. They smell of all kinds of medicines and just make me feel sick. That's why I have only been to hospitals a few times in my life.

"Hi, what do you need?" The guy behind the counter asks, his black and shiny goatee glistening with the ray of the fluorescent cascading from the ceiling.

He looks at Sophie for a while before transferring some drugs to a corner on his wide counter.

My mouth curves up into a sneer as I observe him, my irritation rising a bit when I realize Sophie's smile at him hasn't reduced. It's not his fault she's smiling so brightly but still...

"The calendar says one bonus package for everyone that purchases one Nixoderm." She says teasingly. The sides of the guy's lips curve upwards slowly and he nods.

"Yes but it ended yesterday."

"Oh, okay."

I pull her close to my side and fix the chemist a good glower even though he still isn't looking my way.

Sophie rubs her hand over my stomach as I pull her close and I hum in contentment.

"What do you need?"

"A sanitary pad. Always. heavy flow."

"Okay. Three hundred naira please."

He takes the pad from the shelf where so many sanitary pads of different brands are displayed and puts it in a nylon, all the while his eyes are trained on her.

"She'll buy more." I nearly snap.

"I don't thi-"

"Don't worry. I'll be paying for them." I tell her cockily and steal a peck, hoping the guy caught on.

He doesn't have to stare too hard on someone else's woman.

"That's not what I mean. One is enough." Sophie grits out, hushing her words so only I can hear it but instead of taking her seriously, I'm busy staring at her luscious, pouty lips.

Her lips are delicious and they look so tempting, I could feed on them all day.

"How much is a pack?"

Then he looks at me and tells me the amount.

"We'll be buying that."

He gladly walks around to where the uncut packs are neatly attached in stacks, wrapping that up instead and I pay before accepting it.

I wrap my right arm around her waist and feel her tremble sightly against my protective hold. Keeping my hands off her is definitely too hard, her skin is so damn soft. I just want to cuddle her all day.

As we walk out and back to the car, I notice she's sulking but say nothing.

Entering the car, Sophie fixes me a good glare while I drop the pack in the back seat. "What was that about?"