4 Chapter Three

"Been waiting on sunshine; boy, I think I need that back ....boy i need that back."

Angela's sweet voice filled the entire lounge, a feeling that got a positive cheering, unlike the last singer's that got booed regardless, it was karaoke.

"....boy fuck your pride just...." she sang with so much passion.

Patrick stared in bewilderment, she was many thing, many intriguing things. In fact he was adding Rihanna's kiss it better to his playlist tonight. Angela just made him fall in love with this song.

He had always dreamt of this moment, had no idea it would be half as perfect as this. She did the slow dancing, swinging her hips from lift to right. She was a natural performer.

"...baby, tell me what's wrong, go on and make it right, make it all night long ....." she never stopped smiling at him.

Patrick lost in admiration, took a sip from his drink, watching her broad hips continue to roll gently to the rhythm of the music. Then the slow movement her legs made from time to time, her beautiful slim legs embellished with a simple 6 inched heel strapped sandals.

Her tiny jumpsuit was all that was between her from complete nudity, not that Patrick care how little a dress looked, he loved it. She had great body, her prominent curves and glowing skin. The thought some other guy in this room was admiring her the way he did, left a souring taste mouth in his mouth.

Could that be jealousy?

He was yet to ask her out and yet couldn't imagine another man look at her.

He imagined her naked a lot, lustfully.

Lust, a feeling he hated associating with her.

He was crazy about her. If only he could just let her know right away. He probably was in love again, or maybe it was damn too early to conclude at this.

It was exciting watching her be her best self, with so much fun and vibe oozing out of her. Couldn't say the same for his ex Siobhan who was career driven and full of hate.

He chuckled as his eyes locked with his damsel, who currently was entertaining the whole world..... No she was entertaining him, he convinced himself. She never really took her eyes off him.

He almost ruined their first date, taking her to the most expensive Chinese restaurant in Lagos island. The fact, she played with her meal wasn't as bad as the distraction, they got from his business associates, he never knew he would bump into. One literally took a seat discussing his fears with him.

Ending up here was a complete miracle, seeing her exultant, thrilled him, knowing there would be a second date.

A second date! Right after his 3 weeks trip to UK.

Yeah! That was on his to-do-list tonight, he hadn't told her yet.

Lost in his thought, he didn't know, when she left the stage, let alone when she got to him.

Still singing, she stretched her hand out to him. Whatever that was, he knew, he was going to make a complete mess.

For starters, he couldn't sing and not so much could be said for dancing, and couldn't remember the last time, he danced either. He just had to make the best out of the worst situation.

*****

Patrick pulled his Range Rover sports in front of her building, watching his delirious date.

She smiled broadly at him, realizing he'd been staring.

She looked prettier, much prettier every passing minute. Maybe it was the wine, but he didn't take too much wine, neither did she.

"You were so amazing tonight; I feared I couldn't make you happy"

"What?" It came as a shock to her, he underestimated his own charms.

He was beyond perfect, too perfect for her, even if she was yet to really know him. He never talked about himself.

However, the truth about him was in plain sight. He seemed loaded with the look of a great personality and discreet luxury. His charisma revealed this and some of his  gestures which are only familiar with very wealthy folks.

"Yea I almost ruined this date taking you to that restaurant, and that guitarist, I often wonder why he plays so sad." he chuckled, staring at her face. Her face beaming like always. She was a sweet girl.

"He bored you too?"

"I didn't notice" she giggled sarcastically.

"What....." His laugh deepened in disbelieve. "It far worst, you didn't notice."

Angela couldn't help herself, it was more than the guitarist joke for her.

Watching him laughed kicked up all the passions and butterflies in her belly. It was different with him, he seemed unadulterated and faultless.

How could anyone seem so perfect?

This was her chance to start again and experience a different kind of love, warmth and friendship m. She missed that.

She missed, what happiness felt like, and how much happiness tasted like honey in the mouth.

She admired him laugh hilariously, wishing she could touch his concrete jaws and caress the outline of his defined cheek bone.

Oh! The dark bristly well shaven beard that ran though his jaw lines, and that.

If only she could make the first move, she hungered for him.

His masculinity was vogue. She bit her lower lips unable to keep faking the laughter, she was so over.

His smile slowly vanished, watching that seriousness etch over her pretty face.

"Is everything okay? Am I in trouble?" He joked, trying not to laugh deeply as he watched her laugh softly.

"It's getting late." He whispered, reaching for her hand.

"I'm really going to miss you." she whispered, looking down as his hand fondled hers.

He looked at his time and it was awfully late, 12:05am. He hadn't stayed out alone this late, nor this far.

His driver was always there, to drive him around. There was no way, he was driving pass 3rd main bridge this late. He was going to crash in a hotel close by. He made up his mind on that.

"You have no idea, how crazy you make me." His added softly. His seductive voice eating into her brain.

He stared into her face and all he saw was passion, she wanted him too, and that excitement was okay for him.

"You bring out the best in me angel, I'll really miss you ... I wish time could allow us."

He brought her hand to her lips, she quivered. He noticed and released her.

Oh C'mon! Why was he restricting himself? Angela couldn't help but to ponder.

Guys like Texas didn't care about some rules. She slept with him on the first night they met, regardless she was his brother's date. He saw what he wanted and went for it. Texas realizing he wanted her, traveled with her to Abuja the next day and they happened to have dated for 3 years.

She still didn't understand why, he (Patrick) was so bent on leaving that night. She understood his discipline but ....

"C'mon here." he reached out to her. She drew into his warm embrace, and he held her tight, his soft palm made contact with the skin of her naked back, as her tiny jump suit also revealed her back. He held on to her with no intention of letting her go, well he did the same earlier that day upon arrival.

He so badly wanted to listen to his head; make advances, possess and claim her with his kisses. He would also like to run his fingers through her hair and feel her softness and hear her moan, he often wondered what she sounded like.

NO! There was an order to how things should be work. He didn't want to leave the wrong impression. He didn't want to scare her away.

He realized her, pulling away, however, coming face to face with her made their lips lock. He could feel her pulsating passionately like an explosive. His hunger and arousal before the kiss was a pinprick compared to how he currently felt. He claimed her succulent lips as her hand cupped his face.

The passionate warmer tender, they both felt under this congress. At once they started to move their lips in accord, as though, they weren't having enough of each other, like the hungry intensified, and the kiss was like a fuel igniting the fire inside them. He kissed her with so much passion, wanting to get over the huge hunger he felt inside, but the more he tasted her and have her kiss him back the more he wanted her, he tried to stopped but failed.

Unable to stop himself, he simply placed his hand on her soft chin, and caressed.... She moaned passionately.

And he immediately stopped himself, panting. Watching her pant too. Tasting her made his wants for her more prominent.

Angela pushed her hair back, brushing her fingers through her hair, wondering why he had to stop. It felt good and beyond perfect, and she wasn't backing down especially now, her brains were numb from thinking.

He wanted to say something but she didn't let him, she leaned forward slowly and smothered him a kiss. He couldn't resist, he claimed her lips again. Shattering in thousand pieces as passion consumed him, his breathing was deep, and a moan escaped his mouth like he'd been holding it back for a while.

However, she had no shame in revealing how passionate and feminine she was. She tilted her head forward and arched her tiny shoulders sensually as his soft palm caressed them, she moaned passionately. Grabbing his face in her hands. He completely surrendered to her touch; she was his perfect woman, and best kiss, pure and just pure love he felt.

He felt her every being, like they were entwining and become one already, her heart beat was a rhythm, he'd probably never forget, and her breath was beyond perfect, she smelled like vanilla, and tasted like honey. He ran his finger through her hair, and felt her withdrawing. She slowly ended the kiss, pulling away.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, her eyes were watery full of passion and hunger, and he felt how unsteady her hands were when they rested on his. Her oxbow succulent lips curved into a smile, they seemed to be glowing in the darkness probably by his saliva.

"you have no idea what you are doing to me." He ran his fingers through her cheek. "I don't wanna ruin this." His voice was betraying him.

"Why?" she gasped, not understanding why he was fighting. It shouldn't always be war.

"I don't wonna lose control." he kissed her again driven by passion.

"Why?"

"I don't wonna ruin us."

She kissed him. "Come in with me pat, don't leave me!" she whispered, pulling away.

He seemed confused, and couldn't understand why. She just invited him into her home and bed maybe. Whatever his fear was, he didn't just get it. His resistance was all about not giving her a wrong impression about him and now, she obviously wanted him and he couldn't possibly say no. she cut him a look, opening the door and climbed out.

He watched her walk to her front door. She seem to be struggling with her door, the light from his car fell on her and just when Patrick thought of climbing down to help, she pushed in and entered without repeating her invitation.

Still trapped in his car, he noticed a movement and stared out the passenger window, and caught sight of the new security, a slim Fulani in his forties; he was probably waiting on him to drive out so he could go to sleep.

He threw his gaze back to the entrance and it was obvious she'd disappeared inside. Quickly he put off his car engine and climbed out, walked to the entrance and pushed in.

Unlike the last time he entered, it smelt fresher; she was on her staircase, holding her shoes on her hand like she really had a problem with her floor getting all messed up. She stole a seductive look at him and continued for the stairs, the room was a bit dark but there was enough light to trace his step to her. He followed up watching her smile down at him from the balcony.

By the time he was on the balcony, she was in her room, he stood at her door. She stood in there backing him. The room wasn't so big but awkwardly cute, and girl. So much pink.

He took a few steps into her room. She arched her slender back, turning only her head, and coquettishly taking a peep at him through her long fake lashes. So much hunger in her eyes.

"Patrick." she muttered, her voice laced with passion and she felt the electricity pulse between them intensify, as he drew closer to her. That sort of connection was what she hadn't felt with anyone. It was different around him always.

She quivered when he touched her slender shoulder, turning her around to look at him. She obliged, and was in his arms as soon as she fully turned to face him

"I want you. " He gasped, stroking her hair gently. She swallowed hard, her hand going around him slowly. His heart melted her. she had no idea why it was all perfect with him. The smell of him, his gentle touch and sweet voice. He released him, and she glanced up at his face, his eyes were darkened by desires, and was lurking over her.

Why was he fighting it?

Why was he so disciplined, she pondered.

Gradually, he began drawing his head slower and closer, until his lips met with hers again. He kissed her slowly but fervidly, his lips trembling as he processed hers, claiming her gradually, and make her succumb to him.

If only he knew the ball was all on his court. Angela didn't mind giving him all of her tonight. She possibly had no regrets nor fear. Non that lingered, she probably might deal with thought when dawn came but tonight, she wanted Patrick and all of him.

His hand went around her waist, caressing her naked back. Her sensual movement loosening all the nuts in his head. She moaned against his mouth and his got his head spinning. The taste of her. But he wanted more than tonight. She was his medicine, she was a relief, and despite she didn't know that, she made him feel better. he slowly ended the kiss, watching her open her eyes coyly. Her need in her eyes almost made him smother her yet another kiss.

"You are a damsel." He scoffed, cupping her face, fondling her flawless cheek. "I want you everyday angel. I mean everyday"

She batted her lashes slowly - down and up - then her lips claimed his. Like a surge, pouring all of her emotion into him. How she felt was a feeling, she best put into action than words. Their lips came into each other, until, he lifted her in his arms, his both hands cupping her round prominent buttock. He gently lied her on the bed, hovering over her.

"I want you, Patrick" she whispered fondling his beautiful face, tracing his face with the tip of her fingers. His passionate response surprised her. Tex loved to be control and rather tough.

Leisurely, her slim fingers ran through to his body, stroking his back. Gradually it found its way, under his shirt, caressing his naked skin with both hands. He planted her another passionate kiss on her lips, before gently easing out of his t-shirt and underwear vest. He came on to her, making her sit up.

He went on his knees right on the bed. Gently getting her out of her tiny suit, her seductive gaze fixed to his, the entire time. She wasn't much of a talker, but she said a lot with her eyes. She needed not worry, he was good at reading people and knowing her need was of his utmost interest, now and hopefully forever.

Angela helped ease herself out of her cloths, she didn't have much on under the jump suit, other than a latex which held up her boobs and covered only her nipple, her g string panties was as good as naked.

Whereas, his jean pants and shoes were all in place. Angela had to do something about that, her hand on his fly, then his soft lips kissed her neck. Impassioned, she let go, moaning softly as he urged her to lie on her back as he panted kisses all over her. He ran his hand through her flawless curve and paused.

She was a work of art. He hovered over her, admiring her. He rose, going on his kneels again, watching her open raise her eyelid, she probably was wondering why he stopped. Well he would be a fool not to want her. As of this moment, he considered himself lucky to have met her. Her every movement, sensual response to his touch wasn't something, he encountered every day.

She sprawled before him, watching him loosening his belt and his fly, taking off his pant and kicking off his shoes. He came over to her again, his hand on her hips, he kissed her navel with a ring on it. She spread out, losing herself to him, moaning. His kiss climbed her upper body, visiting each corner of her beautiful body and she moaned all the more, beckoning him into her.

His lips found her breast, he ripped off her nipple cover, taking her nipple in his mouth, he sucked, she moaned out loud.

"Oh Patrick!" she cried, shivering, as he lean closer to her, her rock hard chest and abdomen meeting with her delicious soft body. His pelvic buried between her legs, he abandoned her breast for her neck again.

"Make love to me, Patrick." She cried, she hugged him closely, as if to stop him from breaking away from her. She probably couldn't take any more of his teases.

He stole a look at her, moistening her lips, watching her bite on to her lower lips. She had no idea what she was going to him.

His hand went between her legs. Her wetness soaked his fingers, that the need to be inside of her became an immense hunger. He released his erect dick from his panties and gently invaded her palace regardless her panties almost served a deterrent.

"Oh, my god, I love you." Angela moaned, feeling his fullness consume her with wild ecstasy.

"I'm madly in love with you, angel." he moved against her, thrusting in and out of her. He claimed her lips again, impassioned, kissing her with all of him. Taking it gently, each thrust and stroke. They both wrapped in each other embrace. Joined in the same congress, the movement in rhythm. He was sure, she was the one, the woman of his life.

*******

He heard his phone buzz, just above his head, but he was too tired to open his eyes, his dreams were so perfect that he would trade the world to remain in it. He felt her slight movement, and as she arched her back gently, so did her slender shoulders. He heard her yawn, finally moving away from him.

Now his dream was coming to an end, his phone ruined everything.

Holding her in his arms through the night was everything he wanted, nothing more was better than that. He opened his eyes slightly and peeped. The bed lamp was the only light that lit the dark room, her curtains were closed.

She was sitting at the edge of the bed, naked, her head bent and on her hand. Admirably he watched her behind, her hour glass shaped back, down to her butt that had the perfect curve of an apple. Her silky hair crashing against her back carelessly. He loved it. She was a beautiful sight, he deserved to wake up to this every morning. He deserved it.

He wanted to say something to her, hold her, and haul her back into bed but it all seemed to him like he wasn't fully awake, his eyes closed back and snapped open as soon as his phone began to ring again.

He immediately reached for his phone.

"Where are you?" The receiver on the other end snapped at him.

Almost like that did a trick on him, he came fully awake, still confused on how anyone could be that blunt with him this early. Angela was no longer on the bed, probably in the bathroom, he could hear running water.

He sat up clearing his voice. "Morning Fiona, I had a splendid night, how was yours?" His tone sardonic the entire time. His secretary seemed to understand his sarcasm too.

"I'm sorry Patrick but we are a bit late on the schedule. Alhaji Danjuma has agreed to meet us at ikeja at 12pm, and the British....." She was interrupted by Patrick was a lot more confused the more she talked.

"Hold up, why is alhaji danjuma meeting us at ikeja?"

"Because I rescheduled."

"What? Why did you do that?" He fluttered his eyes, partly distracted by Angela, who just came out of the bathroom, in a white transparent polo. She tore her curtains open, and allowing the rays of the morning sun to tear into the room.

Patrick blink his eyes watching her walk pass him and out of the room, wearing a mischievous smile on her face. He swallowed hard, hearing Fiona talk unendingly, not understanding a thing she was saying other than British airway.

"Any problem with our flight?"

He heard her exhaled, she probably was tired of saying the same thing all over again.

"Our flight has been moved to 2:45pm."

He fluttered his eyes. "What happened to 7:30pm?"

"No flight is leaving that late." she uttered, impatiently.

"Where are you? You were going to come to the office this morning but you didn't show up, I left you tons of messages before showing up at your place, now guess who's around?"

He took a deep breath. "You are kidding me, you're in my house?" he tried imagining her, angrily pacing the length of his house, and it was a pleasant feeling

"Its 10:26am Patrick, where are you?"

He was slow and gazing on his time made him realize how much, he was not up for a rush. He licked his lips answering hesitantly.

"Somewhere on the mainland... look Fiona you have to close the deal with Danjuma, I'll call him as well. See you at the airport at 1pm hopefully."

"But..." he interrupted her

"Jack will take you to ikeja. Make sure, he packs up everything I need, Thanks Fiona." he added dismissively, ended the call.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly jumped out of the bed, and into his wear, which she seemed to have folded and hanged neatly in her wardrobe.

Again he wondered, if she woke up at night just to put her room together. Her room was more of pink and white combination, pink flower patterned wallpaper, white furniture - a bed, wardrobe, shoe rack and a dressing table.

Everything was perfectly arranged, and she had quite a collection of outfits and weaves, which had its own rack. She was so girly and he found that romantic, he couldn't remember the last time, he spent his night on a woman's bed with a pink lovely duvet. He quickly dressed up, washed his face over her bathroom sink and left for the staircase.

He walked down the stairs, watching his step as the living room was dim lit, darker than usual, a soft music was playing in the room. He could also hear some noise from the kitchen. He couldn't risk bumping into something that would hurt him.

Typically, he leaned his hand on the wall, the entire time. Until, he fortunately found the light switch. As soon as he turned it on, the central florescence shined bright, brighter than he had ever seen the room.

Angela's picture with Texas was the first thing, he saw. Grossed, He switched gaze to that of lyric and Carrie before heading toward the sound of the noise, he'd been hearing.

"Does your lyric sing?" He asked, almost startling Angela who wasn't aware someone had joined her. She happened to be frying, made her wondered what she had on the stove, not that he imagined her to be much of a cook. He hadn't exactly spent time with women, who were domestic at all.

"Morning Pat." she smiled at him, turning whatever she had on the fire.

"Morning." he felt embarrassed slightly, judging his manners.

Rather than apologize, he moved forward and plated a kiss on her lips. She grinned, even if she didn't see that coming.

"What are you cooking?"

"Breakfast." She coquettishly peeped at him, sensual smiles on.

Confused, he fluttered his eyes, he knew its breakfast, he wanted to know, what she was making for breakfast.

"Yam chips and spicy egg sauce." she replied, like she could read his mind.

"I'm salivating." He joked. She snapped him a look and headed for the microwave, she opened and took out a mug cup, sipping from it. she returned to the stove, dropping the cup next to her.

"You asked, if lyric sings, why?"

"Because she looks like this gospel musician, back in the early 2000s, calls herself lyric ije..."

"Yes, she is your girl, why do you think she's called lyric?"

"What" he seemed excited "I used to listen to her tracks a lot, back in college."

"Well she no longer sings." she nonchalantly added.

"What? I was a huge fan."

"You can tell her that, she listens only to herself." she picked a spoon and began to take out the fried chips.

"What does she do now?" he watched her sip her drink again without offering him. Its smelt like tea, natural tea.

"Sales, business ...., don't know, she does anything that give her money and she aren't broke like me." She hated his questions, he observed but didn't care never the less. Last night made it look like he'd known her forever.

As soon as she made for the fridge, he reached for her tea.

"Oh no!" she gasped, not believing he was gulping down her tea.

"Refreshing right?" She asked, pouring a bowel of chopped vegetables - pepper and carrots into the steaming oil.

"Ginger."

"Oh!" she smiled crookedly.

"What?" he was suddenly curious. "Should I worry about something?"

"Oh no, ginger is refreshing, and even more on women after having unprotected sex."

"Oops, contraceptive."

"Yes oops, I hate pills, I just lace it into my tea."

He stood frozen, picturing her with his baby. There couldn't be a more pleasing sight than that.

He reached out to her. "I wish I wasn't running late. I promise we will spend quality time, when I return." he kissed her forehead. She wasn't ready for goodbyes, he could see that through her eyes.

"I have a plane to catch angel, I wish I could stay for breakfast, I have a meeting at Ikeja."

"You are taking a flight to Ikeja?" Her voice was flat.

"No, the meeting is a must-go before the trip."

"I don't get you." She seemed angry. ".... I mean the part where you say you aren't taking breakfast, who am I making this for?" She put out the cooker, smiling but anger was all he could see.

"Baby." He drew closer, holding her shoulders. "I'm sorry"

"What are you sorry for? I'm the one cooking you meal like I'm your damn wife." she tried to pull away avoiding his gaze but he held on to her.

"Oh god wait, hun. I'm going to eat as much as you want."

"You don't have to do that for me, last night happen and none of us should get into what we aren't ready for. I just love to make breakfast on time, you just happen to be here......"

Patrick watch her talk on and on, she really was angry. Watching her act so childishly made him want to laugh. That much anger, did nothing but expose her vulnerability towards him. That knowledge excited him

"You are the most amazing woman, I've ever met." he swallowed, sincerity etched over his face. "I'm madly in love with you."

"What?" she stopped short, they had great sex last night. He happened to mentioned it last night. Not that she gave second thoughts to that, but guys tend to say anything in the heat of passion. Well, madly in love was a bit exaggerated. Love....

"... I fell in love once, to a girl, I've known my entire life, though things didn't work out as planned, but, each time I hear love I imagined it to be what I felt for her. With you, it's different." he leaned and pecked her forehead, and kissed her on her lips.

Angela lost in confusion, tried so hard not to focus on her emotions and feelings. She simply gazed up, her heart heavy. She could hardly take a breath, maybe it was love, but what then did she feel for Texas, she wondered.

"You just going to say that and walk out of here to attend your important meeting. Meetings can be moved, rescheduled, adjourned." she looked away painfully.

"I can move the meeting, as a matter of fact my secretary is representing me, but I can't move my trip."

"What time is your flight?" she asked giving in to his excuses.

"It was supposed to be 8pm, but British airway...." he was cut short.

"British airways?" she chuckled, awkwardly.

"Sweetheart, its London." he muttered wishing there was another interpretation to what he just say as the awkward grin from her face suddenly vanished.

"You mean osopa London?" she almost broke into a grin, pulling her hand from his grip.

He fluttered his eyes, understanding her sarcasm.

"I mean you ship it in like it aint such a big deal to travel to London, because it's very much in Lagos, I mean how else would you be telling me now."

"Angel, c'mon angel." he tried to calm her. "Just 4 weeks and I'm back."

"4weeks...." She fluttered her eyes in confusion. "That's it, I'm done with this conversation." She walked out the kitchen.

He quickly followed up with her.

"C'mon angel, c'mon listen..." he kept calling after her, but she was too angry to listen as she climbed her steps quickly.

"Damn it angel" he cursed following her into her room.

"C'mon" he pulled her back and she knocked off his hands hastily.

"What? You mad at me now?" he still didn't understand all that much anger.

"Shouldn't you be heading out already, I wouldn't want you to miss your flight." she was twisted a bit. And even in that much anger, her voice was soft, too soft that it began to scare him, what if this was the end of the road for him; he thought he would never forgive himself.

"I'm sorry." He intoned softly, standing in front of as she leaned by her dressing table and listening. "I was gonna tell you last night, I wasn't so sure about the trip till my secretary confirmed it. You know how these things go."

No she didn't!

"You didn't know, you were going to travel till last night?" she grinned awkwardly, picking up her phone that had been on the table all morning.

"I didn't know it was gonna be this close."

She batted her lashes non-chalantly, swiping through her phone. He reached for her neck gently and kissed her. She melted under his warmt, resting her both hands on the table and dropping her phone.

She wasn't angry she simply wanted attention. Realizing that made him smile, while he devour her lips and loving how she responded quite passionately. He stopped, watching her open her eyes gently to his smile.

"I wish you knew how I felt about you." He whispered still smiling.

She seemed abit uncomfortable probably because she felt the same way about him. Or maybe she felt it was too silly to show it.

He ran his hands through her hair, wanting to lean over for another kiss, when her phone buzz. It took both their attention as Angela reached for her phone and moved away from him by inches and Patrick found something else.

It was shiny, gold, previous stone and little but beautiful. Before Angela could receive her call, he reached for the little damsel. He could remember Paris 2014 few months after Siobhan divorce her first husband, he was in a jewelry shop shopping for an engagement ring for Siobhan, who happened to be back in Uk.

He got a pretty ring, only to find out Siobhan had another's. Confusing story right?

He turned around with the ring.

"Whose is this?"

Angela choked, unable to say a word. She quite understand his question, knowing he meant who gave her the ring, he wasn't a fool, everyone know that was an engagement ring and for someone who traveled around the world often, he sure know its worth, no point lying.

"I was going to give it back."

"What?"

"I didn't mention him because we've called things off, and once he comes into town, he's coming for this, I swear. That shit cost him a fortune, he never fails to mention that every day."

"So he's an ass then." He grinned, hauling her in his embrace, pressing his lips to hers.

****** ****** ***** ***"****

Distance was something, she couldn't clearly handle and unlike while he was in Lagos. There wasn't much of any conversation, not the video calls, he loved so much or even audio calls. He was either at one meeting or taking a rest. And texting was a bit difficult, but that was the best way of reaching him. At least, he got to reply. She tried not to overthink the fact, there was more to it. No one was that occupied, unless there were other distractions.

In the past one week, they had video call once, he was at his hotel room never stopped complaining about how stressed he was, though he didn't forget to remind her, how much, he cared and was willing to make their relationship work.

They sext too, even if Patrick was the less communicative one, Angela had to become the patient one as she ideally sat close to her phone expecting his call or text.

****

Tyson billers 'don't' was playing out loud, Angela who was in the bathroom pause for a moment and listen as the music suddenly stopped and her playlist continued from where it had stopped. It was her ring tone and she was in the middle of her evening bath.

However, she took her time to finish, whoever it was would have to wait, even Patrick.

She inhaled sharply, wearing a grin, the thought of him tickled her. she honestly hoped it was him. 

As soon as, she came out of the shower, she called and there was no answer, she made a quick video of herself with no cloths on and sent to him. Patrick loved her nudes.

She went downstairs to make herself her regular evening tea for weight loss, for someone who ate too much, she just couldn't do without the tea, else she would be called fat, and she didn't want that just yet.

She came back to her room with her tea, took a sip and laid back on her bed covering most part of her body with her pink duvet considering her room was so cold. Dropping her tea cup on the top of her side drawer, she reached for her phone again and called him this time with his local number via whatsapp and the call was picked after the first dial.

"Hello." she added with so much excitement.

The other end was silent, a bit of background noise like a talking television, Angela waited for a while before saying "hey hun"

"Hello." Sassy female voice came on, startling her.  Intimidating her.

"Hello." Angela choked after a brief silence, which came after two more hellos from the lady who didn't seem to be joking.

"Sorry, who's this?" She asked confused and more like she had important things to do.

After a brief moment of her being  frozen, she muttered. "Angel."

She wanted to tell her wrong number, for all she knew, it probably was network problem or she dialed the wrong number.

"Hmmm."

"Oh the angel, sending nudes. So much texting. So much calling." Her tone were like bullet shooting at her. "I don't mean any offence but this has got to stop okay. You keep flooding his phone with nudes. This is a business trip, and he's busy.... You girls should give him a damn break, when he's on a Disney trip, I guess that will be brought to your attention. Can you wait for a couple of ....?"

Angela hung up.

Prank! The first thing that came to her mind.

"No pranks, No pranks!"

She felt betrayed and tears rolled down her eyes. No one had ever made her feel this way. Not Texas, not the assholes, she dated before him ... No one had! Texas might be impulsive but he put her first everytime and was highly possessive of her. Not with Patrick, she knew nothing was that perfect. That cute, responsible and rich. She knew there was more to it than he was having a busy day, it was a SHE!

Well, she didn't want to hear the rest of the story as she never picked his call or reply to his Text. Whatever explanation he had he could save it for his rich girlfriends. Notwithstanding the fact she always felt insecure about a relationship with from the onset, She wouldn't try get into something that would end up hurting her. Never ever!

Patrick wasn't made aware of anything, not that Fiona brought this to his attention, having his calls and text ignored came as a shock.

Wouldn't have thought Fiona to pull strings like that. Last thought to cross his mind.

Yes, they had complicated relationship, Fiona and him. A thing, he wasn't proud of but they had boundries. Fiona was more like his little sister, considering her relationship with his mother Clara. Jealousy wasn't exactly her thing.

However, moodswing on the other hand might have prompted her action. The fact, she didn't bother talking to him about it, giving,  he had no idea of what she'd done. At least, he would have tried fixing it. He kept calling until one day, when her number cease to exist. The day Angela throw her Sim in the fire.

Bad luck had no limit, she knew, the worst was yet to come. It was only a matter of time, Tex came back for his ring.