Zaddys Lesson

In the luxurious store, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. The salesperson, taken aback by the magnitude of the purchase, stammered, "Are you sure, miss?"

Zainab, with a confident chuckle, confirmed her choice. Her decision had the salesperson's heart racing with excitement, as she knew the commission from this sale would be substantial. Yet, she maintained her professional demeanor, hiding her elation.

However, Zaddy, the man who had previously chastised his side chick, was far from pleased. He felt a sting to his pride after his earlier admonishment, and with righteous indignation, he spoke up. "Pardon me, miss," he said as he walked out with his chest puffed out. "I doubt you would be able to afford it. This is not a place for streamers or slay-queens to show off. No one would blame you if you stop now."

Zaddy approached Zainab with an air of confidence, holding his head high. "I can offer you a Louis Vuitton bag as a peace offering while we discuss moral values over lunch, hmm... What do you say?"

Zainab was momentarily taken aback, her brows furrowing in confusion. She couldn't help but think, "Who's father is this?" Zainab's momentary confusion gave way to a sense of relief as a warm and reassuring arm encircled her waist from behind. The familiar voice that whispered, "Let me handle this," instantly put her at ease. Her anxieties dissipated, and a beautiful smile graced her face. She knew that she was in capable and protective hands.

"Hey, uncle!" J Cole called out with a composed, indifferent tone, "You seem like a self-made man, which is commendable. But don't let narrow-mindedness or poverty constrain your imagination, I can see indignation burning in your aged eyes, but keep in mind, there will always be people more fortunate than you in this world." He turned to the sales personnel and passed his card {it didn't sit well with him scolding a geriatric}. He declared, "Swipe away. I'm her boyfriend."

J Cole's sudden appearance and his cool demeanor in rebuking the older man left the crowd stunned. The young girls found him dreamy, while the guys nodded in approval. The atmosphere turned electric, with whispers and murmurs filling the air. A voice in the crowd admonished the old man, "Next time, learn to mind your business."

Zaddy's laughter, though loud, couldn't mask the seething anger in his eyes. He was poised to unleash a verbal assault that could have devastating consequences, but just as he opened his mouth, a chime cut through the tension.

The unmistakable sound of a successful transaction echoed through the store, causing Zaddy's face to drain of color. His legs suddenly felt as though they could no longer support his weight, and a sense of dread washed over him. He silently hoped he must have misunderstood the situation. However, the salesperson confirmed the reality of the transaction, saying, "Sir, your transaction of 13 million was successful."

Dear Lord, who did I just offend?

Zaddy's thoughts spiraled into disbelief..

A shocked silence descended upon the luxurious store, leaving everyone in awe of the turn of events.

...

As the shopping spree came to an end, the Range Rover Sport's trunk was filled to the brim with items valued at an astonishing 15 million naira. Luxury bags, exquisite watches, iPhone and designer clothing were neatly stacked, a testament to the day's extravagance.

J Cole, behind the wheel, skillfully navigated the bustling streets. Zainab couldn't help but steal glances at him, her admiration for him growing with each passing moment. She now saw him in a new light, not just as a charming companion but as someone who could effortlessly handle a situation that had initially seemed insurmountable. His grace under pressure and his ability to assert himself left her both impressed and grateful for his presence.

The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the initial confrontation to the unexpected turn of events, and now, as they drove away from the store, Zainab couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken an exciting and unpredictable turn.

J Cole steered his sleek black Range Rover Sports into the spacious parking lot of the renowned Twilight Studio Complex. Nestled in the heart of the bustling entertainment industry, Twilight Studio had established itself as one of the leading players, though not quite reaching the pinnacle. Nevertheless, with a staggering market valuation of 800 million Naira, it was a symbol of prestige within the vibrant black nation's entertainment landscape.

As the engine purred to a halt, J Cole expertly maneuvered the vehicle into its designated parking space, displaying a precise touch that mirrored his approach to life. He glanced over at Zainab, his companion and flashed her a charismatic smile.

"We're here," he announced, his voice infused with charm. "Come up with me."

Unable to resist his magnetic aura, Zainab leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in an intimate, electrifying kiss that sent sparks dancing between them. When they finally parted, Zainab gazed into J Cole's eyes, her curiosity piqued.

"Are you always like this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with intrigue. "Or are you just putting on a cool act?"

J Cole grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with a sense of mystery. "I guess you'll have to find out," he replied, his words laced with a playful hint, leaving the promise of an exciting future.

...

A few minutes later, at the reception counter, J Cole greeted the receptionist with a polite nod and a friendly smile. "Good day," he said courteously. "I have an appointment with Miss Rose."

The receptionist, a striking young woman, returned his greeting with a warm smile. "Good day to you too," she replied, her tone friendly. "Miss Rose has been expecting you. Kindly take the elevator to the last floor."

Ten minutes later, Zainab was being led to the gymnasium area, while J Cole stood in front of Miss Rose, a cocktail of fascination and apprehension swirling within him. "Miss Rose, I'm here as you requested," he finally stated, striving to maintain a composed demeanor despite the turmoil of thoughts in his mind.

Miss Rose regarded him with an enigmatic smile.

"I'm sure you had a splendid time on your little road trip, with that lady of yours," Miss Rose remarked, her tone laced with a hint of resentment. J Cole was taken aback, his feet rooted in place as surprise mingled with a growing unease. "You had me followed?" he inquired, a sour mood creeping over him, a blend of anger and helplessness tainting his words.