Future Plans

The previously jovial atmosphere inside the Range Rover Sport grew heavy, the silence between J Cole and Zainab suffocating. J Cole had anticipated this moment, but he was unprepared for the overwhelming reluctance to let her go. He couldn't help but imagine other men trying to make advances at her. "What if someone else comes into her life?" J Cole thought, his brow furrowing. "I can't be by her side all the time. What if she falls in love with another? What if she's coerced into a loveless, business marriage?"

Unexplainable emotions surged within him, waves of sickness and nausea washing over him. A powerful urge to possess her, to keep her close, threatened to overwhelm him. But then a rational thought cut through the turmoil. "She's a football star," he reminded himself, "a woman dedicated to her career. She won't sacrifice it for just any 'marriage.' Besides, I'm her boyfriend."

Seated beside J Cole, Zainab was going through her own internal struggle. She couldn't bear the thought of parting with J Cole, their two days together had been a whirlwind of emotions. Despite her initial nervousness, she found solace in their connection, especially after sharing a momentous experience together.

She thought back to that night, the night she had lost her virginity. Her thoughts had been clouded with uncertainties and fears, but she was thankful it had been with J Cole. These past two days had felt like a dream, and she couldn't bear the idea of him slipping away.

"I hope he won't forget me," she pondered, her determination shining in her eyes. "I don't know much about his past, but I have a strong feeling he's destined for greatness. I can't be left behind." This thought steeled her resolve.

In the midst of the chaos of their racing emotions, a newfound vigor emerged, tinged with determination and a growing sense of possessiveness. The intricate web of feelings between them deepened, adding a layer of complexity to their destined relationship.

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In the span of just 30 minutes, the sleek Black Range Rover Sport HSE Dynamic glided into the expansive parking lot of the "City of Lights Hotel." The very name of the hotel conjured visions of opulence and grandeur, and it lived up to the expectation. The hotel wasn't just huge; it was a testament to luxury, a monument to lavish living.

As the Range Rover Sport HSE Dynamic made its way towards the entrance, heads turned in admiration. The sheer magnificence of the vehicle demanded attention. Some onlookers couldn't help but voice their amazement at the sight before them. They whispered among themselves, pondering the injustice of it all. "Where are they getting all that money?" one person wondered aloud. "That's like tens of millions of naira on wheels, passing by in an instant."

The hotel's grandeur was matched only by the exquisite automobile that had just arrived, leaving a trail of awe and envy in its wake. The "City of Lights Hotel" lived up to its reputation as a place where the City's wealthiest could escape to, a sanctuary of luxury and extravagance amidst the bustling city.

The Range Rover Sport's arrival drew the attention of the hotel's security guards. Some of the guards couldn't help but whistle in admiration, while others nodded appreciatively. Their female counterparts, dressed in their uniforms, cast flirtatious glances towards the front seat of the car, their gazes lingering as if they wished they were the ones in Zainab and J Cole's company.

While a sports car might be considered a symbol of power and flamboyance in many places, in this part of the world, it served as a sign of wealth and success. LasGidi, despite its development, featured a complex network of roads, often inconsistent from one local government to another. Therefore, the preference here leaned more towards luxurious cars and business vehicles rather than sports cars.

Fifteen minutes later, the couple had secured a booking for a penthouse and were now seated in the hotel's restaurant, enjoying a sumptuous meal while admiring the elegant decor.

Zainab, her playful smile dancing in her eyes, couldn't resist teasing, "Are you just showing off, or are you naturally extravagant?"

J Cole chuckled, appreciating her sense of humor. "Coming from a billionaire's daughter, it does sound a bit ironic, doesn't it?" he mused. "But money is meant to be spent, and don't worry, I won't go broke."

J Cole grinned like an evil overlord, his mind playing with the concept of his unique "mechatron system." He smiled to himself, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "How on earth could I go broke with a system like mine?" he mused. "All I need to do is to be careful, avoid being seen, and bam! All those stolen merchandise will change ownership!"

He chuckled softly. "I know it wouldn't be easy, though. Many of those looters are involved in some deep, diabolic stuff. But regardless, I'm not afraid!"

J. Cole was lost in the depths of his thoughts, the weight of his future riches pressing upon him, when he was abruptly jolted into the present by the softest of sensations on his lips. He slowly shifted his gaze, and there she was – Zainab, a vision of beauty and vitality. Her smile was nothing short of enchanting, and in that moment, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring them together.As she playfully dangled a piece of succulent beef in front of him, her eyes sparkled mischievously. Time seemed to stand still as he locked onto her playful gaze, a magnetic force pulling him closer. The very air was charged with a palpable connection that transcended words.

Zainab, ever the temptress, extended her arm further, teasingly poking J. Cole's lips. It was a daring move, a silent invitation to partake in a shared moment of indulgence. He hesitated for a heartbeat, but the magnetic pull of her presence, coupled with the aroma of the tantalizing dish she held, was impossible to resist.

Without a moment's thought, he succumbed to the allure of her playful charm and allowed himself to open his mouth. The piece of meat she offered found its way inside, a sacred communion between two souls caught in a culinary dance. The beef, tender and juicy, had been marinated in a rich sauce, sending waves of pleasure through his senses. His eyes closed instinctively as he savored the exquisite flavor, and a soft, involuntary moan of satisfaction escaped his lips.