TRENTON KAI ROYAL

'One can not know what a man really is at the end of a fortnight,'

Coming up with what to do this evening was one of the hardest assignments that I have ever taken in my whole life. I have never tried something like this.

Attending work in the embassy was not only harder than usual but it was also unending.

I kept feeling unsettled the whole day but then it came to me that I don't have to try hard because I don't know her.

Maybe like she said to me the first time we met, she doesn't want to have fun in this country and maybe going overboard would bite me back in the ass.

But as I set the table on the balcony of my hotel suite, I know the decision I took of just setting a simple dinner here was so wise of me and as I look at it now as I wait for Samantha, I know I did the right thing.

I don't have time to dwell or feel anymore more wrecking because there is suddenly a knock on the door.

I know it's Samantha because am not expecting anyone else.

I sigh pulling my shit together because somehow am feeling so nervous about inviting a teen girl over.

I have never done something like this before. After all, usually, I don't make plans for just chilling because I could bet my whole bank account that in Samantha's dictionary this is just a chill meet-up.

Usually in my dictionary I always meet up for other purposes but this time is just a chillout and adding up the thing that she is underage makes this more nerve-wracking than it should have been.

I reach for the door and open it and as I mentioned, Samantha is standing there looking much older than she is.

Her innocent luring smile that she has on her face would think she came for other purposes than aren't for a chill but I know better than to wonder my mind elsewhere.

"Hey," I say to her opening the door wider for her to get in. "Hey."

She walks in looking unsurely of it.

I close the door much louder than how I intended and she almost jumps out.

I raise my eyebrow at her in confusion. 'What got her so worked up?'

"Everything okay?" I ask but then it suddenly hit me why she is so nervous.

it occurs to me how this might be looking in her eyes, so I rush to clear myself.

"So, I thought so much about this and I realized that I know nothing about you which made it hard for me to come up with something to do for you," I say and she is looking at me so attentively as if she doesn't want to miss out on anything but one thing I know is that her being here tells me something.

But I don't go further into it, she is here feeling nervous and scared of me taking advantage of her so I need to focus on helping her calm down instead of filling my mind with fantasies.

"So I made dinner for us to just sit and talk, I realize I don't know you much and I was willing to get to know you more in no much words I would like to know you as my friend and you too in return." She smiles the kind of smile that I have seen a few times on her smile but she always smiles it at her father at all the time I have seen it.

"Well," she says and I nod. "Where is the dinner?" I lead her to my balcony and I carefully look at the look on her face as she pulls the wow emotion on her face.

A smirk rises on my face.

"What do you say?" I ask pulling the chair behind for her to sit on.

She sits and raises her head to look up at me.

"Well for starters I love wine and I so much hate this water you always serve me." She says and I frown at her. "No way in hell you are drinking while underaged." She pouts her lips and I look away. I don't want to lie because the gesture is getting on me but there is no way am serving her wine.

"No." I protest and she keeps pouting. "You are not allowed to and I don't think your father would like it if you showed home drunk?" She laughs and I frown wondering where I got it wrong or mispronounced some words because I sure as hell know that I didn't say anything funny to her at all.

She laughs so hard that by the time she can hold herself, she is clutching her stomach.

"Drunk?" She asks and I realize it's what she must be laughing at.

"You are really funny." She says as she's somehow composed herself.

"Whatever Samantha you are not drinking."

I put the covers away from the plate so we could start eating.

I was feeling annoyed but seeing her laugh that hard was a rare sight for sore eyes for sure.

"Uhm you cooked this?" I nod.

"Yeah, you are being blessed with a chance to test one of my hands-cooked food."

"What if it's not that amazing?" I just smirk at that. "Just take a bite." She shrugs but she still reaches out for the fork and takes a bite.

I watch carefully as she bites on the food with no emotion being played on her face. "Okay am going to have to give it to you because this tastes nothing like I expected but it's still not good enough." I relieve a sigh and she catches it and smirks. "I didn't know I had you on my fingertips." She accuses and a pit of nervous chuckles radiates from my chest.

"Yeah well somehow but am also glad that it tastes amazing." She smiles.

"So what did you want to know?" I could finally feel myself calm down.

I reach for my plate and start digging into my food too.

"A lot about you," I say and she nods.

"Tell me, is it normal for secretaries to be known by their employers?" I smile shaking my head. 'For the second time, she got me.'

"If you don't want it we don't have to go with it, Samantha."

"Let's do it like this, we play twenty questions. I ask you a question then you ask me another one too." I nod sipping on the glass of wine.

"Shoot."

"What's your favorite movie?" She asks and that doesn't bother me because it's so simple to answer. "None."

"You are lying." I shrug because why would I be lying over that question?

"Am not, anyway why did you laugh when I said you would get drunk?" She shakes her head but I can see a simple smile playing on her face.

"Okay I see it, you are playing unfairly." She accuses but I pretend to not know what she is saying.

"Uhm, me and my other two siblings we used to sneak alcoholic drinks from our parent's political gatherings and pretended like we were in our little political gathering with some kids at our age but soon we got caught cause some kid got drunk and rated us out. You may think the rest from there, so the drunk thing reminded all of that that's why I laughed."

I wasn't expecting all of that but somehow from her, it does make sense that she's grown like that type of a kid.

"I can't think of the rest," I say and she frowns. "That would be cheating."

"Tell me the rest then I will give you two questions ago." She nods.

"Okay we got caught then we were punished and sent to our grandmother in Arkansas for some years."

"How long?" I interrupt her.

"That's three questions in a row." I chuckle because she never fades to amaze me, always attentive and so looking at her interest.

"Yeah, you got it." She smirks before carrying on.

"Yeah we lived with our grandmother for two full years, we came back when our father became a diplomat." She takes bites of her food and it's when I realize while I was done eating she was busy going through with me her life.

"So why come to Rwanda from Toronto to America?" She asks and now we are talking.

She is now heading to where I wished she didn't have to.

I sip from my wine before looking at her. "Yeah well I needed a place away from both those two and the late ambassador of America, I mean the one your father replaced happened to be my father's old friend so he offered me a spot here." She hums in response before saying. "Second question."

I nod but the way she is putting it I know it won't be simple.

"So I remember you telling me that your parents got divorced and that's how you happened to go to America with your mom so am guessing you were moving away from your mother given you are still getting help from your father."

I smile at her. "Is that a question?"

"Duh." She rolls her eyes and I chuckle, she is much older for her own age.

"Yeah well, the answer is yes."

"So I figured, third question." She says now I wonder what is it going to be. "Is Miss Smith your girlfriend?"

"No." I quickly say before leaning in my seat and sighing.

'Where did that come from?'

"Your ex?"

"God Samantha she is my coworker, where are all these ideas coming from? Is there some gossip of me and her in the office?" She smirks.

"Why think like that?" 'Is she playing mind games with me now?'

I know I wouldn't be bad at it too.

"Rewind back with me, was this the second or third question that was mine?

"Only one."

"Why are you here?" I ask quickly.

"Because you called?"

She answers back.

"Just like that?" I add not giving her a chance to think.

"Yeah guess so?"

"Speak the truth, Samantha?"

"What do you want Mr Royal?"

"The truth?"

"You are going nuts."

"Only you would tell."

"What?"

"The truth."

"Okay." She yells and I stop my luring her and stare at her knowingly. "I…..I've grown to like you Kai not normally but liking you as a man Kai."

SAVANNAH LILAC ADAMS

As I wait for my sister to come home, am fuming with anger that I feel like I could set to fire anything that comes in my vision.

That little piece of shit sure had the nerve of coming into my business.

She crossed a big line by going after what's mine and never showing any remorse or regret, she just only played over my sadness and now she has the nerve to embarrass me like she did.

The moment I got home, I was surprised by a new Toyota made in Rwanda car that my dad got me.

Of course, it's not high or more expensive like the one my sister has but it would have still enlightened me if I wasn't feeling like I am feeling at the moment.

I was pacing in the living room, I got home, and when my mom showed me the car I got into it and drove to the embassy straight but guess what? The little hoe was nowhere to be found.

I knew the moment she posted the photo of her being somewhere that she'd been lying to my parent about the work in the embassy.

Seriously? How can a little spoiled bitch from the time she was born to handle any work in an embassy?

I twitched my teeth but turned around and drove back home.

Mom got on my neck for some time that I tell her what was wrong but when she realized I wasn't talking, she gave up and headed to her room for a rest.

Dad is still at work, Yarrow is in his soccer practice and here I am fuming with anger while the little hoe is God knows where doing the devil knows what?

Am tapping my feet on the floor in anger wondering if it would be worth it to call Samantha or text her to tell her to come home but I realize that might not work in my favor.

I need to keep my anger and annoyance together so that I will get to let loose it all at once.

I hear the car engine dying outside and I pray to the Father and the Son in heaven that it won't be my Father but my sister and I go to the window to peek at who it is.

I don't have the patience to wait for her to get in the house, I storm out of it and meet her on the porch and glare at her with all my angry feelings in me.

"Welcome home little hoe bitch."

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