ME AND MY DANCE

CHAPTER 13

Chapter 13:- The call.

Richard came back to the office about an hour later, dropped his phone on Damilola's table then walked to his seat, not saying a word to her.

He needed that phone far away from him currently, he was going to be really busy soon.

Damilola stared at him.  Wasn't he going to talk about what he said earlier about she not going home tonight? He is just going to stay quiet like that.

Hours later, Richard's phone started vibrating. Damilola heart immediately started racing. This was the first time she held Richard's phone for him. Why on earth did he give her this phone for Christ sake. The phone rang for a while before Damilola reached out to grab it.

On the screen was written 'Aunty'.

Damilola began to wonder if picking this call was appropriate, since the woman was family.

Having a second thought, she stood up and was about to walk up to Richard and give him the phone, but his expression made her think otherwise.

He had on a cold and aloof facial expression. His expression imbibed fear in her.

"What could possibly happen with just one call?" She thought, sitting back, as she picked up the phone.

"Hello, ma'am, this is......" Damilola said immediately the call connected.

"Oh my God! Is that a woman speaking?" A woman spoke through the phone in a british accent, shutting her up.

Damilola cleared her head and focused on the call.

"Of course, ma'am, I am Mr Richard's...." Damilola replied.

"Oh! You are Richard's girlfriend. Wow!" The woman said cutting Damilola shut again.

"No ma'am, not at all, you misinterpreted something." Damilola said. Finally being allowed to speak.

"What could I have misinterpreted? No girl ever uses Richard's phone. You are definitely his girlfriend. No need to be embarrassed, I am his aunt. Don't be scared." The woman said.

At the moment when Damilola was starting to think that the woman was going to shut up and let her speak, the woman said. "You know, your accent sounds a little like that of an American but I can sense a little bit of Nigerian accent in it. Are you a Nigerian?"

"Yes ma'am, I am Nigerian." Damilola said giving up explaining. The woman seemed happy. She didn't want to ruin her mood. Richard will just work it out later himself.

Today was her last day of work with him anyways. There is a limit to what he can do to her now, besides this woman seemed to be a nice woman. She could have a nice chat with her to clear up this boredom.

"Wow! My boy got a girl from Nigeria. I guess my idea paid off. Ola, come over here, a woman picked up Richard's phone." She screamed out to someone, probably her husband.

"The name she called sounded Nigerian, but the way she pronounced it was something else entirely.

Damilola put her hand on her forehead. This was really getting out of hand. Will she leave Richard's suite today in peace, like this?

A male voice with a clear Nigerian accent that was soon heard through the phone, drew Damilola out of her thoughts. "Are you sure of what you are saying Janet?"

"Of course, I am. If you don't believe me, you can talk to her yourself now."

"Don't worry, I will just listen on your conversation." He replied.

Damilola sighed. Was it that this people didn't know she was hearing them right now, or they just felt like making her hear.

"Hello, dear," 'Mrs Janet' Richard's aunt said.

"Yes, ma'am." Damilola said.

The woman smiled at the tone of respect the girl used to speak to her. In Nigeria, respect was something every elder loved to be shown. It reminded her of her stay in Nigeria. What a great country. She really liked this girl so much.

"My husband is also Nigerian like you, you know." The woman said.

"Dhurr! What an obvious fact," Damilola thought.

She then continued, "Where is Richard?"

"Ahhhh, he is kind of busy right now, ma, do you want to speak with him."

"Yeah, give him the phone right away."

"Okay, ma" Damilola replied and began to walk to Richard as her legs began to tremble.

Finally, she got to Richard's table and gave him the phone. "Your aunt wants to speak to you". He rubbed the space between his eyebrows.  Not starring at her for a second, he grabbed the phone from her, as Damilola walked back to her desk.

Seated, Damilola couldn't help but steal glances at Richard.

If he finds out that his aunt thinks she is his girlfriend, he would be so mad.

That woman should better not tell Richard anything.

Damilola watched as the call went on and on, till it finally came to an end.

Immediately Richard's call ended, he dropped the phone on the table.

He sat on his chair motionless for a while. This made Damilola heave a sigh of relief. She definitely didn't tell him. Just when Damilola was starting to believe she would leave his office alive, he glared at her viciously.

Damilola began to shiver. The woman did it. She just had to tell him the nonsense she had been mixing up in her head.

Fear gripped Damilola so much that she no longer wanted to be in this room. Weren't there any windows she could just jump out, from here?

Richard who had been starring at her with no expression, stood up from his seat, looking ravishingly handsome and regal than usual, as he walked towards her.

If not for the cold and angry air he emitted, Damilola would have been swept of her feet by his heavenly beauty.

As Richard walked closer to her, still expressionless, Damilola began to move farther away from him.

The air he emitted reminded her of the familiar feeling she felt on the first day she came to work here.

Damilola who kept on moving backwards, but she couldn't move as fast as she wanted away from him, she was soon trapped in between his arms, as he pinned her to the wall. His handsome face was only few metres away from hers, and just a little movement from her, will land her lips on his.

Richard placed his hands under her chin. Since her head was bowed, out of fear. With his hands under her jaw, he raised her head up, so, she could look at him. Damilola began to look around, trying to avoid looking at him.

"Look at me," he said.

Hearing that, Damilola reluctantly looked at him.

His eyes were so mesmerizing, but right now, she cared less.

"You have just known me for a week, and you used the little opportunity you had to trick my aunt into believing you were my girlfriend. Is that how desperate you are?" He said.

Damilola who had just been insulted, prevented the anger surging in her from showing as she spoke as politely as she could. "You asked me to attend to your phone, knowing fully well, it was your personal phone."

Richard ignored her words as he said in a much calmer tone, finally looking away from her. "Am I that scary?"

"Excuse me?" Damilola asked.

"You heard me." He replied.

"I am sorry sir, but I really don't understand what you mean." Damilola replied, her voice shaking from the shock of earlier.

Richard stared silently at her for a while, as Damilola stood there shivering.

Did he really have such an impact on her? Was he that scary? Or was it all pretence? She certainly didn't look like she was pretending.