The Nigerian Billionaire

Chapter 4- You're not a gang leader, right?

It has been a few hours since my mother sprung a wedding and a date on me with some weird dude. I mean, how desperate is a person to agree to a marriage with a stranger. Moreover, how desperate are our parents to get us married?

Since she has told me, I have tried calling her and my dad, but both didn't pick up. It is a known fact about my singleness, but an arranged marriage is a bit much. I just can't believe that they think that I am that hopeless to not be able to find a husband by myself.

After leaving a few voice messages for my parents, demanding a civilized conversation about this marriage, I decided to meet this man and discuss our so called union.

Around one, I started to get ready. I settled on a dark blue spaghetti strap silk dress that clings to the curves of my body. It was subtle yet bold. The dress was perfect.

I decided to go with a smokey eye with an outlined lip finished with lip gloss with my makeup. My ability to look at this good should be a crime.

A vibration from my cell phone awoke me from my captivating beauty. It was a message from my mother.

Ada, where are you? James is already at the restaurant. I told you not to embarrass me.

I replied to her immediately. She may be across the globe, but that doesn't mean that she isn't capable of traveling just to give a beating.

I am literally stepping out of the taxi cab right now.

A little lie never hurt anybody.

With one final look at the mirror. I grabbed my matching clutch and left the house.

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Once I arrived at the restaurant, I was hit with the fact that I was at a fine establishment. The wrong outfit and I could have been mistaken as a beggar.

After looking around for a few seconds, a bubbly voice awoke me from my thoughts.

"Good afternoon ma'am, how can I help you today?" I looked and found the voice coming from a beautiful hostess.

I moved closer to the podium stand she was working at. "I am here to meet somebody, actually. Is anybody named James checked in here?"

The hostess gave me a smile and looked over her computer screen, and nodded her head. "Oh yes, he came in only five minutes ago. Let me take you here."

The hostess stretched out her hand and started directing me to the table. Although I may not know about the person I am trying to avoid marrying, I do know that my mother is ready to lie to get me somewhere one time.

After what felt like a whole hour, the hostess stopped walking, and I looked up from gazing at the ground.

When my eyes were able to discern who was sitting at the table, heaven almost came down.

"You?" The deranged goat responsible for my job loss was seated at the table, looking more dumbfounded than me.

"Is your name Ada?" The malnourished cow cautioned.

"Yup," I jabbered right back.

"Is your mother's name Isioma?" He questioned me again, becoming visibly irritated with the situation.

"Yup," I blurted, almost too shocked to form the word.

"Is there anything wrong, ma'am?" The hostess that walked me to the seat moved her eyes from me to James.

"No," I took my seat at the table and smiled at James. "There is not a problem at all."

The hostess gave corrugated looking James and me one final look.