HOPE

Chapter Ten

I went to the café to check if she was there but she wasn't. I entered and went to the sit we sat down on that day. I checked my watch it was twelve-fifteen. I'll wait for fifteen minutes if she doesn't come am going. I was getting impatient, I decided to leave.

That was when a lady entered the café, I thought it was daisy but the woman was a burette. She was wearing a dinner gown; I think she might have lost her way thinking this was a restaurant. I chuckled but I was still staring at the door to check if Chloe had entered. The lady came towards my direction and sat down.

"Ma'am, please that seat is for someone." I then looked outside, wondering what must have kept Chloe.

"Damien, it's me, Chloe." She smiled at me. I was shocked and confused.

"Why are you dressed like that." I had so many questions but one at a time.

"Am in a disguise I don't want what happened with the paparazzi to happen again. I hate public display." She adjusted the wig well.

"Okay. Chloe, I want to a-" I was cut short by the waiter.

"What would you like to drink." He held a menu in his hand and read out all they had.

"I would love an espresso." I said.

"Same." Chloe said smiling. Her smile is very beautiful. The waiter left. "What were you saying?" she looked at me.

I looked out the window searching from courage within, just imagine this is a movie. The waiter came back with our order, that was quick. I paid him and told him to keep the change. I think he hasn't realized that it was me.

"Well... I want to ask you something very serious."

"If it is why I left, I am sorry. I didn't mean to; I was becoming uncomfortable with the conversation.

"No, it's not that. It's-". Chloe cut me short this time.

"Listen, Damien am really sorry for what the paparazzi must have published, I will make it up to you why don't we have a walk or better still I'll come to make you dinner at your place."

The last line drew my attention, at my place. Is that it? Am her next victim. I couldn't say anything, I was short out of breath. Am I cursed with women?

"Damien, hello" she waved her hands at me. I saw it but I ignored it. I thought, maybe I'll take her to my house and question her, I wasn't comfortable with us staying in the café people can eavesdrop on our conversation. I needed answers.

"Chloe, let's go to my place." Her eyes widen.

"Okay, let's go then." She stood up first. I led her to my car and we both drove off. The drive was an awkward and silent one. I pray what I have installed in mind works. We got to my house; we made a way to the entrance.

"Welcome to my lovely abode." I tried to keep the fake smile and joy, so she wouldn't suspect a thing.

"I must say am impressed."

"Why do you say that?" I raised a brow at her.

"It is too organized. Don't get me wrong, men are not usually organized."

"Woah, am not just any man am a celeb. So, I got people doing my dojo." I said

"Yeah, right. Where is the kitchen."  Hearing of kitchen sent shivers down to my spine.

"It's around the corner." My palms where sweating, what if my plan fails.

"Okay... get ready to be blown away by my meal. Damien Smith." She chuckled.