Chapter 4:- Meeting Mr Handsome.

Damilola made her way to the reception area, preparing for the day's tasks. The queue of guests was long, with some still seated and others making reservations over the phone.

At the hotel, there were three receptionists stationed at the front desk, with each person having their own designated area. Damilola occupied the first desk, while her male colleague Joshua manned the second one. Clara, her best friend, occupied the third desk.

Joshua was handling phone calls, Damilola was checking in guests, and Clara was handling checkouts. The three of them were diligently attending to their duties as the morning rush kept them busy.

After about an hour, the queue had been cleared and Damilola took a moment to relax in her seat as customers continued to arrive, but the flow was not as overwhelming as before.

Clara approached Damilola and teasingly asked if she had been with Ray, someone Clara had seen Damilola with earlier. Damilola responded with a hint of annoyance, knowing that Clara, her best friend, would not easily let things go.

Clara persisted, asking Damilola about her interaction with Ray and if he had expressed interest in her. Damilola hesitated, feeling guilty and heartbroken, as she had just been asked out by Ray herself. She tried to console Clara, praising her beauty and assuring her that if Ray couldn't see it, it was his loss.

Clara appreciated Damilola's kind words and thanked her with a smile. They chatted for a while before Clara returned to her desk.

Damilola resumed her work and was interrupted by a tall, burly man who identified himself as a bodyguard. He explained that his boss was a regular guest at the hotel and was a friend of the owner, Mr. James Ronald. Damilola inquired about the whereabouts of his boss and followed the bodyguard's gaze to a man sitting in the reception area.

The man exuded an air of coldness and unfriendliness as he sat with his long legs crossed, dressed sharply in a dark blue tailored blazer that accentuated his broad shoulders. His attention was fixated on his phone, and he seemed oblivious to the stares of the people around him, including Damilola.

Damilola was intrigued, as were many other women in the vicinity, by the man's unique presence. His aura was undeniably impossible to overlook. She was curious to see his face and find out who he was.

As expected, he seemed arrogant, with his eyes glued to his phone, completely oblivious to the numerous stares he was receiving from the people around him. Damilola couldn't help but keep staring, eager to see his face and find out if he was as handsome as she had imagined.

"Hey! Richie, my man. You are welcome," a voice said, pulling Damilola out of her daze.

Upon hearing his name, the mysterious guy looked up from his phone, seemingly finding a good enough reason to divert his attention. When Damilola saw his full face, she was dumbfounded. He was even more stunning than she had imagined, and she had greatly underestimated his beauty.

He was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on, with a fair complexion that had a hint of blackness. His pink lips were inviting, as if asking for a kiss.

Damilola couldn't take her eyes off him, captivated by his beauty. She forgot about the bodyguard in front of her and just stared at this mesmerizing creature with a constant smile on her face. Who could blame her? Such rare beauty was not something one came across every day. She felt lucky to be standing in front of this prince-like man, who seemed like an angel sent to make girls swoon over him.

"What soap did you use to bathe today? How did you get so lucky?" she asked herself in wonder.

At that moment, she heard shrieks from the girls in front of her, who were also feasting on his good looks.

His eyes were a captivating dark shade of brown, and he was the perfect embodiment of the word 'beautiful'. He looked like he had stepped out of a lovely painting.

He stood up from his seat and, under the gazes of everyone, walked up to the person who had called him with a smile on his face. His gait was graceful, almost fairy-like, as if he were from a royal family. Everything about him exuded royalty.

And that smile! Oh, that smile was heavenly. It revealed a perfect set of teeth and glowing dimples. He was too cute to be human, in fact, he was perfect.

As he reached the person who had called him, they embraced warmly. Damilola couldn't help but stare at the person who hugged him, realizing that he was the owner of the hotel she had been working at for the past six months, but had never met before. He always kept a low profile, and she wouldn't have recognized him if not for his pictures displayed around the hotel. He was someone everyone wanted to see, but only a select few had that privilege.

He was tall, dark-skinned, and slender, dressed in a black shirt, black trousers, and a wine-colored suit. His coiled hair added to his handsome glow, making him even more attractive than his pictures at the hotel.

"What's going on? Why do I keep bumping into handsome men?" Damilola wondered to herself as she stared at them.

Out of curiosity, she asked herself if the man greeting this cutie was Mr. James, and if this guy held a reputable position. She scrutinized his face, trying to figure out if she knew him, but he didn't seem familiar. This attractive face was not one easily forgotten. She concluded that he was probably no one special.

"Hey! Hello, are you there?" someone said, bringing her back to reality. She realized that the bodyguard was no longer there, and had been replaced by the two guys she had been admiring.