Chapter Five- My Beauty In Distress

Nife's POV

"So, what's next?"

 Donald finally asked, when we were on the road again, 

"Dropping me off l guess… but l can't get home like this, Ada will scream my ears off," I replied while shrugging my head.

Donald glances at me through the rearview mirror and smiles. 

"True, let's get you all cleaned up," 

"Yep, Thanks by the way," I replied, grateful for his sense of humanity.

"My Beauty In Distress!" He added again making my face fall in embarrassment.

He smirks and continues driving.

...

Donald took me to his apartment outside school. His apartment consists of a bedroom with a sitting room together with a restroom and kitchen. This was the first time since I had known him, l came to his house. Thanks to this silly incident. His home speaks of his riches, no need to guess that he is from a well-to-do home.

His apartment was decorated with a masculine taste. It was comfy and all. I held my handbag and stood beside the maroon sofa like a guest. He locked the door after me and bent down to remove his canvas.

I slowly observe his abode. The sound of him chuckling behind me, more like it sounded sexy to me, reminded me l wasn't alone, 

"What are you doing, standing there??" He asks me, his eyes speaking that it finds me funny. I frown a bit and compose my expression. "What am l supposed to do?" I ask back, rolling my eyes at him.

"Eeh! Acting tough now," he counters with an irking smile. To be honest, what is he driving at, am l missing something? I'm beginning to get confused.

"Oh, Nife… Just, feel at home!" He finally said seeing the confused look on my face. I nodded slowly and gingerly and went and sat on the sofa,

"Excuse me for a second, let me get the First Aid Kit," he added and jogged towards a lower step by the right that leads towards his room, probably.

He came out a few sec later carrying a blue box in his hand and took a seat beside me. I observe everything he's doing. He opened the lid skilfully, brought out the wound dresser and turned to face me.

I shifted a bit the moment his hand came close to my broken lips. 

"What??" 

He asked, slightly raising his voice. I blinked my eyes controllable and avoided his eyesight. 

"Uhm…"

I bite my lips, stuttering. For F@k sake why am I acting funny tonight, today is so good, very good.

"Nife, dey act shy??"

 He suddenly asked, I grabbed the spirit bottle from him together with the cotton wool. 

"Who is shy, you got your bruises to tend to, I can manage…" 

I said, in a hurried voice, and dap the spirit on my broken lips and avoided his gaze. He stared at me for some time without blinking and smirked before he got up and went towards the lower step again.

He didn't take much time and came out again with an ice bag seat more closely to me, and turned my face around, gently to face him, using his palms. I can't explain my emotions that night, 

"Don't move," 

he warned me this time, I kept quiet and watched him do his work.

 His muscles moved perfectly in sync as he pressed the ice bag around the swollen area of my face. I can't help but admire him, the flexibility of his strong arms and well-sculpted jaw that I didn't notice myself swallowing my spit.

Damn!!

For the love of God, what the hell is wrong with me tonight??

"You don't have to stare at me all night, and l know I'm a cute Guy, so you don't have to swallow me!" 

I heard his deep, husky, and sexy voice say close to my ears, his breath gracing the half side of my face.

"Aaah… what are you trying to do?" I lashed out realizing our sitting situation. He was long done with icing my face, probably he noticed me drooling. 

Geez, 

He was now seated so close to me, his left arm holding my small waist in place and l didn't even realize how and when. 

"I should be asking you, or am l wrong??" 

He shot back at me, as he drew his face close to my face, a tiny space separating his nose bridge and mine.

 I flushed so much that I wanted to disappear but I had to hide my expression so well.

"This is not funny!!"

 I voiced out through my clenched teeth. He moved away from me while smirking. My escalating heart relaxed the moment he left. 

But, what's wrong with me today? Why do l think he's sexy? I shook my head and slapped myself several times winced in pain.

"Ouch!"

I sat down in the sitting room, watching a TV program going on on his LED. 

"That's right!!"

I muttered, to myself, recurring that l have not talked to Ada, she will be vastly worried. I brought out my phone from my handbag, to see countless missed calls from Ada. 

I sigh and open my WhatsApp to drop her message.

["Xup babe,"]

["I don't mean to keep you worried, but the quiz exam, finished late… you know how chaotic the atmosphere, is at night, so, I chose to stay with a course mate who's dorm is nearby,"]

["I will be back tomorrow morning,"]

I luck my phone after that and relax on the sofa, tiredly, and sighing inwardly.

Just then… Donald walked into the living room shirtless only in his sweetpants, he looked like he just showered. His toned body was now open, a view for me to see…

Damn!! 

He is damn!!! Sexy… l couldn't help but scream in my mind.

"You know, get clothes abii??" I asked him, masking my expression. He gave me a look that said,

 "Are you serious?"

 He tosses a besieged dark red shirt with a long hand at me. 

"I owe, pesin, no be my house l dey!!" He countered and smirked at me.

"Follow the lower step, it will lead you to my room, at the end of the wall. You are free to use my bathroom…"

 He said carelessly, making me stare with my mouth wide open. 

Is he being serious now? This apartment should have a separate restroom.

"The restroom, no go meet you here, Nife, babe!" He added again, annoying me, purposely, while l was still thinking about the fact.

I grab the shirt while gritting my teeth in annoyance and step towards the lower step as he directs. I suddenly stopped and turned around to face him. 

"How come there's no separate restroom for guests??" I asked him, with my eyes furrowed.

He let out a crisp laugh while he was wiping his afro short hair with a towel. 

"It's obvious, my apartment doesn't have one, it was built for a single!" He explained with no expression.

I find it hard to believe, but I have to shower since it's obvious I am going to spend the night at his place.