Yusuf Bagiwa. Kamal has mentioned this name more than enough out loud and in his mind,for he cannot comprehend how a prominent and affluent person like the Governor of Niger state will simple condone such a reckless behaviour from his only child. He has concluded,the day he meets this Almirah girl is the 1st time most likely she'll be getting a dirty slap from a stranger. It's a promise.
1:39am as he sits with his laptop receiving intel on the undercover job, the thought of the scent came to his mind and he shivered. Few days ago he went to Selfridges perfume hub and literally asked to smell almost all the most expensive female perfumes he knows, heck even the ones he doesn't know, new exclusive ones also. Nothing compared to the scent.. it's like an addiction.
He already had enough on his plate than to let a certain scent creep into his brain and disorientate everything,top on the list of his principles. He is a man of principles,he has his do's and don'ts.
Tomorrow is the day he'll slap that Almirah girl, but will it be a bad idea? Slapping someone and then asking for information from them? whichever way he chose to see through would have to work. And he can't wait.
His phone ringing by the bedside table brought him out if his thoughts, it's Major Maxwell, his commandant.
"Sir! I hope all is well Sir?!" He asked
"Lt El'thuraaj all is well, we have confirmed the location of target Z, the team will send you the location now. Please be careful and follow through! Good luck Lt"
"Thank you Sir!"
The next morning Kamal woke up as confident as ever, his mood is dampened however. It's just a scent for God's sake.. 'Yeah a scent you almost fell of the bed while sleeping for is just a "scent" '
the voice in my mind fired back. Kamal knew he was in trouble then, if a female's scent can occupy and settle so comfortably in his brain then yes it is definitely trouble.
Time to call Nabeelah... but after he's done with the silly Almirah in shaa Allah.
Stepping out from 47 Park Street, he quickly took notice of the 2 black sedans parked right at the next left turn and ignored. His team are everywhere and it won't do them any good if he decides to dig more about the black sedans and it's occupants, against his better judgement he hopped on to his black G-Wagon 63 AMG and alerted the team of his whereabouts.
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2 hours later
Almirah held her left cheek in pain and utter disbelief that some filthy stranger had actually slapped her. It hurts. Her ego more than her left cheek right now so she did what any sane person wouldn't do, laughing like a bat shit cray person.
Kamal is annoyed though, beyond reason even so he acted on impulse and gave another slap to her right cheek.. Unexpected,humiliating and painful. That did shut her up.
"Can you be any more stupid? What were you thinking joining forces with the Legion? You'll tell me where I can find Amir Ndanusa." He asked and dropped a command at the same damn time.
The girl sitting opposite him was in another world, two friggin slaps and she finds him sexy. She is moving mad. She concluded. Come to think of it when has she ever not been crazy? This man sitting right infront of her is sexy and right there and then she knew her "mumu" button has been pressed. Her gaze was fixed on his face,people might not notice but she noticed he had a small scar at the top of his upper lip to the left,his eyes are a shade of brown,golden brown. His eyes are dangerous and she doesn't mind getting scorched by those gorgeous golden orbs,it's as if he had the sun in his eyes.
"May I ask why you slapped me?" she asked in a calm voice.
" you could've just asked you know,whatever it is and I'll tell you because you know why? You demand respect, you are oozing charisma and everything powerful and you are sexy as hell" she smiled.
Kamal thought the girl was crazy but now he confirms she's creepy and irritating as well. He hates creepy females.. cringing he repeated his questions and he was left dumbfounded when she truly did spill out all the information she knew, all he needed to know and even what he wasn't expecting. She said things he didn't need to know or hear.
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Later when his team located Amir Ndanusa all drunk and reeking of God knows what, Kamal sighed in relief. It's over.. this undercover mission and the only thing he has on his mind now is Hadjo's request. Hadjo.. she wouldn't understand if he told her his reasons for not going back to Fàànilè. It's not like he's avoiding Abui, it's honestly the throne he is avoiding, simply not ready to rule any kingdom now but what can he do? He is the eldest son and apparent heir to the throne.. damn it!
Kamal knows it's the 10th time he's sighing,some in relief and some more tensed. Nabeelah.. he had forgot to call her and without checking the time difference he dialled her US number...
5 rings later and " Salam Kayy! Allah ya maka Sarki" she teased. "are you okay? why are you calling me by frigging 3am?" she asked worriedly
"Salam to you too Nabz and calm down I was missing my bestyy, nothing serious" he replied
"Kay let's cut the bullcrap please,you sound worried,what's happening?" Nabeelah asked with apprehension
"Nabz Hadjo wants me to go home, she mentioned she wasn't feeling well but I have a feeling she's emotionally blackmailing me.
I am not ready to be king.." he replied
There are moments in their friendship where they talk openly about their problems without any judgements. They tell each other the truth no matter how bitter it is. This is one of those moments..
"Kay.. go home. You've been avoiding it for God knows how long, you told me this when we first met,remember? I know it's scary Kay but you are royalty, you have no fear of no one but Allah in your heart so you gotta trust HIM. okay?" she advised.
"Trust you to lift up my spirit Nabz,Jazakillah Khair, you are the best" he appreciated. An unknown has been calling non-stop and he's definitely not going to end the call to answer,whoever it is can wait.
They spoke about everything and nothing with Nabz and decided to call it a day after an hour thirty minutes of pure jokes. Nabeelah truly is a gem mashaAllah.
As if the person calling knew he was done with his call, it was the same unknown number.. he picked up and kept quiet
"Hello.. am I speaking to Kamal El'thuraaj?" a female voice too loud for his liking asked.
"Yeah,who are you? why are you calling me?" he spat. That was a bit rude coming from him but yoo he hates females calling him randomly talmbout I got your number from so so person.
"calm down, I mean no harm, just an admirer and you'll only know who when I deem fit" she said arrogantly
Kamal cut the call without hesitation. He hated that with a passion, what sort of nonsense is 'you'll only know who when I deem fit' ? Wadda actual F!! This girl better not call him again or ever infact.
He quickly dialled a number and when he was sure the right person picked up he spoke with authority " Jabbar, let them know.. Kamal is coming!"
