Chapter 22

NICHOLAS' P.O.V

Today was the happiest day of my life. I wished life could be this active every day of my life unlike the normal way of handling things around here alone which seems so boring. For the first time in a very long time, I felt loved, wanted, and admired by normal people.

I always thought life was about the upper-class people__like me__ with big cars, a good job, and a stable income. Not until today when I went to Megan's house, the environment was so unkempt, with patches of water in all the potholes.

If not for the fact that I had a special high car, it would have inquired a lot of damages.

When I first entered the compound, I wasn't expecting it to be that shabby, Megan's bungalow was so small I could barely manage to sit in it.

Her embarrassment was noticeable, as she did not hide it at all.

When we sat on the couch, I noticed Megan's discomfort as she tried hiding the big borehole that was at the center of the couch.

Personally, I have never experienced suffering before, I always had what I wanted and it will always be so. But that did not mean that there were many people out there that were opportune the way I was.

I had handed a note of fifty thousand francs to Megan's mother and had tactically used the term "Breakfast for Megan" I knew if I would have given her the money, she would have refused it.

These were all my strategies to get what I wanted__ to win her heart__

There was nothing more dear to me than having Megan as my friend, even if it meant giving away part of my wealth to keep her beside me, I think only her simplicity and manner of behaving, that is; the tough girl to play around was already making me go crazy.

**

I had just entered the house from Megan's house and my secretary already filled my phone with numerous missed calls. I knew it was a reminder for the meeting and also the fact that I had not shown up to the office since morning.

The time was 9:45 a.m. and I barely had the time to prepare before going In for the office.

The few staffs I had in my house, since it was a villa and I lived there__alone__ well apart from the servants who had their own quarters and came to the master house only to clean it and keep it organized, In case I come in with an unannounced guest or an unexpected visitor decides to show up, my house should always be a place where orderliness and discipline should be showcased.

"Good morning, Sir," I was greeted by my housekeeper.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" I questioned rushing up the stairs.

Before she could reply, I had arrived on the first floor and taken the corridor leading to my room.

Madam Margaret was an aging woman of about forty-five years and she has been my housekeeper for ten years now, she is chief in command of all my other staff that works here at home and I am always pleased to be of assistance to her and her family.

Margaret has three sons, who are under my beneficiary system, paying their school fees and other needs throughout the year.

My room was spacious, airy, and grande, I could barely even have the right words to explain this.

It was the largest of all the rooms this house had and was called the Master's bedroom. Apart from the staff who are meant to clean the room, no one had permission to enter the room.

I removed my wristwatch placing it on the glass table beside my bed. It was a Rolex and had bought it during a trip to Dubai.

The next thing that came off was my shirt as I started unbuttoning it. I felt so tired especially as I barely had the time to sleep last night, I felt like I needed

more time to rest.

Thinking about the meeting make me gather more strength, pulling off my belt, I tugged my trousers down. I felt a bulge on my trouser's pocket, checking it I discovered it was Megan's journalist Card.

'Oh, no! this ID card always had a way to end up with me even when I am not to be blamed'. I confessed to myself throwing my head back.

The last time I tried giving her the card it ended up in a midst of trouble, I pray this round to be more different than the previous.

Keeping the card carefully on my bed, I entered the bathroom to have my bath.

In the bathroom, I let the cool water soothe my skin.

*

3:50 p.m

The meeting was now over, I sat in my office the only name ringing in my head was Megan.

Her words which were always naive, full of intrigue filled my head, my lips only tempted to call her name, to taste her silky name on my mouth.

I wished to hear the sound of her name on my ears too, I just wanted to blend with everything that concerned Megan.

I had to carry Megan's journalist card to the office and remembered every bit of her by just staring at the card.

"Megan, I do not know what spell you might have cast on me, but I tell you, it is the best true feeling I have experienced for a while now.

I had some untreated files on my work desk waiting for me, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept seeing Megan's face play around my work paper every now and then.

It was so tempting, it looked so real like I could actually touch her, whereas it was just my mind playing a dirty trick on me.

Looking at the card in my hand, I instantly knew what I wanted, what I wanted to go, what my soul desired.