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2- Sexy Icecream Man

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Lagos, Nigeria.

Ella's POV.

It's... it's terrible. I couldn't think of any other word to describe the kind of migraine I have right now. Having to run from place to place without knowing when the police would eventually catch up with you is terrible. Exciting, thrilling but terrible.

I could feel my skull threatening to burst out of my head. The motorcycle I'm riding isn't helping either. I wouldn't exactly say it isn't, I love it, I love power bikes, they run fast, extremely fast but it only helped in intensifying this stupid headache.

I just got the bike to make my run easier and maybe sweeter hehe.

Where would you go now? Just go and beg grandmother, a stupid voice in my head said. I ignored it and continued my train of thoughts.

I'm back in Lagos now and I'm never ever leaving Lagos again. I have to find some other way to get money. That witch isn't really gonna let me off the hook.

What I normally do is find some rich guy to hookup with, change my appearance that included getting and wig and going back to my former self, make them fall in love with me and then save up all the money they shower me with but one way or the other, they always end up dead and the police are always after me.

I know who the fuck is doing that to me though.

A loud horn shook me out of my reverie and I thought of where to stay. I'm currently in Ikeja and I'm in no mood to remain on the road so Ikeja it is.

I drove past a newspaper stall and something caught my eye. I pulled over quickly and I almost fell as I got off the bike.

Is that what I thought I saw?

It must not be it

Even though she hates me, she knows what I love the most in the world

She wouldn't do that to me.

I walked swiftly to the stall with my heart hammering against my chest. Reaching there, I bit my bottom lip.
Some people still recognized me despite my perfect disguise so I prayed silently that the newspaper vendor would be a dummy.

That's not why my heart is beating so fast though.

I saw it then. It really is what I think it is. I picked up the magazine and read the headlines intently.

MISS OKODUGHA LOLA, PRESIDENT OF DAHLIA FASHIONS INTN'L WOULD BE CELEBRATING BIRTHDAY IN GRAND STYLE AS SHE TURNS 25.

My insides twisted as my fists curled up.

How could she do this to me? Ruining my life was not enough. She had to take what was mine too? What about David? What did she do to David?

"Ma'am? Are you buying that?", the vendor's voice broke my chain of thoughts and I realized I had been crumpling up the poor magazine.

I turned to him with a smile on my face. "Yes I am. How much is it?"

His eyes widened when I turned to face him and I frowned.

Not good, not good...

"Two hundred. You look very familiar. Are you a celebrity?

"No". I quickly handed the money over to him and practically ran all the way to my bike.

I folded the magazine, made it really small and tucked it into the back pocket of my shiny leather pants. I hoped on my bike, made a mental note to myself to pick up a sunshade on my way as I had lost the one I had back in Port Harcourt, turned the ignition and moved towards the roadside when I heard a thud.