Chapter eleven

Marcus woke up the next morning with a lopsided smile. He had many things to do today so he needed to get to work early, but he won't go as early as not seeing the person who made him sleepless. He picked his phone and checked the time, seven fifty, Sophie will be here anytime from now and he needed to apologise to her for what happened yesterday.

As he made to get up, he heard the door bell ring. Was it Sophie. But she as the house swipe card. Why was she ringing the bell? He quickly got up and went downstairs to open the door but he found a strange woman on his front porch.

" Hi Marcus." She said waving stylishly at him and walking inside Even when he didn't invite her. How did she get in through the gate.

He closed the door and walked over to where she sat.

" Who are you?"he asked irritably

" Well, a quick introduction, am Leslie. Your father's business partners daughter. From the look of things I guess he hadn't told you about me"

" What?!" Marcus said dumfounded

" My father's what......? Well Miss Leslie, how can I help you, because I have nothing of my father's here."he said sitting down opposite her. Two could play the game isn't it?

" What? Hey, I'm not here because of your father...like there's nothing going on between us, am here because of you." She said uncomfortably.

" Me, why?"

" We're compatible, aren't we? Our fathers are business associates, they can as well become in-laws right." She got up from her sit, and walked to him impressively to sit beside him.

But he wasn't impressed. Instead he was irritated. She sat closer to him than expected and placed a hand on his lap.

" We'll make a great couple too, if you give us the chance"

He was about to reply when the door opened and his maid, the woman who refused to leave his mind since yesterday walked in.

" Ohh..." She softly said like as if interrupting something." Am really sorry" she made eye contact with me and looked away Immediately. He tried to give her it's not what you think look but she didn't look at him again and went to the kitchen bowing slightly as she passed by Leslie.

"Who's she? " Leslie asked her expression that of irritation.

" Leslie, I think I have enough of your discussion, and am sorry to say am not interested. So you can leave as quietly as you came"

"Is it because of her" she said emphasizing on the her to make him know who she's talking about.

"Leave my maid out of this and get out. Tell my father when you see him that I will not under any circumstances marry the daughter of his business associates. He can as well have you for himself"

"Point of correction," she began "am clearly not interested in your father, but you alone, like it or not, we will get married or else your father's business will crumble" she said this and stood up to walk out.

" Wait are you threatening me with my father's business?" He asked her "if that's it, then it can as well go to all for all I care."

Leslie opened her mouth in shock and winced. "You want your father's business to crumble? you said that without a ounce of pity, you are just like they said." With this she walked out angrily almost falling off her heels as she went.

Just like they said? What did who say.

His life was already complicated as it is. No one should make it more complicated again. He slumped on his chair frustratedly and sighed out angrily. His father his looking for trouble and he will give it to him if that's what he wanted.

Sophie came out if the kitchen, an apron tied to her front.

"Sir? Is everything okay? Am sorry....am sorry sir.....but I don't meant to pry...but it seems like your words were too harsh about your father?" She stammered uncomfortably not knowing what to expect.

He stared hard at her

"It's my business, not yours. Nothing gives you the right to interfere in my matter. You can as well do your job and leave" he says angrily.

She became furious. " You didn't think that yesterday when you kissed me" she said.

"Then am sorry for kissing you. That won't repeat itself again"

With this he walked away going upstairs and slamming his bedroom door so hard Sophie thought it would have a crack.

She felt ill and moody but tried to cover it up. She should know the kind of person he is. Soft and gently one time and the next, furious and annoying scumbag. Who the hell does he think he is kissing her like that yesterday and picking on her today. She thought as she made her way back to the kitchen. Or was he really in a bad mood because of the woman that came over?

No! She shouldn't be making excuses for him. He was a scumbag and that's it.