𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗 ||ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢✓||

Chapter 50

Chioma's POV.

I grabbed my phone from my bed, checking the time with a grunt. Now dressed in a simple purple patterned Ankara gown, I put on a pair of black American Eagles slippers. I had no time to waste cause I didn't want to be late with my meeting with Amara...it even feels weird thinking about that cause it's been so long since I last saw her. Well, not that long, but still.

"And yet you say I should ignore everything that happened back there. Don't think I didn't see you staring" Amanda continued to blab. Deep down, I felt embarrassed cause she'd seen me, she'd also claimed to have caught me gawking at Femi through my peep hole. My cheeks have never felt this hot before, but then, thank God for melanin.

"So, what now happened? I'm going to see Amara, if you want to come with, then come. But I'm leaving, bye" I replied, waving at her with a small smile on my face. She tilted her head to the side and laughed.

"So Chioma Aniobi blushes...she does have a heart" she laughed once more and I groaned, getting fed up of her nonsense. So what if I stared? What are my eyes there for? And besides, it's not like I said anything out of place.

"Amanda, you just want to hear me say that I like Femi or he's a nice guy, or that he's good-looking, right?" I said and she nodded her head with a childish smile on her face.

"And even if you don't say it, I already know. I also noticed his looks, I'm not blind and I work for him, I get to see him almost everyday. Too bad I didn't meet him sooner sha, I would've tried my luck" she said and it was my turn to laugh at her.

"Ha! Boo-hoo! Leave me alone though, are you coming with or not?" I replied and she rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh.

"Stupid girl, if I don't come with, you'll get lost. Who knows if you even know anywhere in this city besides your house?" She shrugged and reached for her slippers which she put on with ease. I stared at her, with folded arms and a murderous glare, batting my lashes at her and wishing I had lasers shooting out of my eyes.

"Imagine the stylish insult. If you want to insult me, then start with idiot let me know you have started. Now, if I start, you'll say I'm rude and...what's the word?... vivacious!" I scoffed and she hissed while I waited for her to get her things ready.

"Seriously, that's it? That's what you're going with? You want the whole world to see you in that? That garment of death? That fashion abomination? That ghostly outfit from the nineteen hundreds? That__"

"Okay, I get it! The outfit is awful, I'll go change. Sheesh! See all the bastardization!" Amanda yelled out in frustration, cutting me off in the process. Her outfit wasn't all that bad, I was just being a little extra. She'd worn a brown turtle neck and a light blue three-quarter short.

"How about now?" She asked the minute she changed into a black body hug gown. It hugged her body perfectly, bringing out that hour glass shape that I envied with every fiber of my being.

"Are you mad? How can you look nicer than the person you're escorting? Is that how it's done?" I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "When will you learn?" I muttered.

"You're the escort and I'm the escortee, you need to look awful-er than the person you're escorting. My friend! Go and change with immediate effect, wear something less attractive. In fact, you're old outfit was gorgeous, go and wear that one" I added and she laughed so hard that I wondered if a circus - which I was unaware of - was going on behind me.