Sweet Fire

18.

EIGHTEEN - 18

Their second lunch had not gone well. After they introduced him to Marcel, there was tension around the table. Oh, how he would have loved to tell Samira that he was the man who framed him and punch him in the face, but he could not. No, he could not. He could not possibly hurt them. He was Ruby's husband and related to Samira.

Damn it! Why did he have to be Ruby's husband? That woman, although, he only just met her, was a kind person. She did not deserve that kind of man. Why do the bad boys always get the good girls?

Throughout, lunch, he and Marcel had exchanged many glances and messages, only they understood. That bastard had pretended not to know him and he did same. He had to pretend so as not to break any hearts.

"Eros, to earth." Samira snapped her fingers in his face and drew him out of his thoughts. He blinked twice before focusing on his surroundings. That was when he realized that they were in their room at Vulcan's place.

"Yes?" He asked, feeling guilty that he had zoned out while she was speaking. It was not his fault though, because she was telling him about the good personality of Marcel. Ha, if only she knew the truth. But how would he tell her? Where would he start?

"My love, are you alright?" She touched his cheek.

Eros wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his chest. "I love you Samira. I love you so much that I am afraid." He said into her hair.

"I love you too, Eros. And I am also afraid." He looked down at her and she looked up at him. "I am afraid that my sister or my dad will not accept you." Her gaze lowered with sadness.

"What? That is nonsense. They will accept me." He said, placing a finger under her chin and raising her head so he was looking into her eyes. "What makes you think they will not accept me?"

"Well, Tamera hates you for, you know, that incident." She did not want to mention or recall it because she had suffered a lot during that time and wanted to forget it ever happened.

"And your father?"

"My father," she sighed. "He is a very difficult person, so difficult to please."

"Well, I think your father will accept me. If he is difficult to please, well, I love a challenge." He told her, to which she smiled. "I love you." He repeated.

"I love you too." They lay wrapped around each other's arms on the bed, until they drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * *

They touched down on the soils of Accra, early Monday morning. The sky was still dark and the city was deep in sleep. It was a cool morning, as they sat at the back of the limousine, heading to Eros' place.

Samira buried her face deeper into his chest, allowing his tantalizing smell to engulf her. This would be the last time; she would be this close to him, smelling him and feeling him, because she had no idea when they would see each other again, so she wanted to make it count.

Her driver was dropping him off at his place and then she would go home and prepare to go to the office, later today. They soon arrived at his place and she was impressed when she saw his house. He lived in one of the residential areas in town and his house, was the largest, and only one with a fountain in the compound.

She would have loved to go inside and look around. Maybe, see where he sleeps and how he lives. However, there was no time. She was already in trouble with her father for arriving late. Therefore, she settled for a passionate long kiss, before ordering the chauffeur to take her home as fast as he could.