Solano's eyes kept running from his watch to the door. Whatever the contractor was pitching to him was of no importance whatsoever. It was almost the agreed time but she still wasn't there yet.
Damn you little girl!
"Mr. Vicenze? Sir!"
"Just do what you have to do Mr. Coker. All I need to see is result." Solano replied with an expression of boredom, "the Lauretta Vicenze Paradise has to be the best. Every investment I make under that name must be nothing less than number one. That should be enough of a pep talk because if you deliver anything less, you might never get another contract in your life! Understand?"
"Yes sir. That's why we are the best of the best, you'll surely be impressed." The contractor stood up, "it's my pleasure doing business with you sir," he stretch fort a hand, but it was ignored once Solano set his eyes on a figure 8 in a black dress.
"The pleasure will be mine when my work is done to perfection." He left from where the embarrassed contractor stood and started walking towards Shola. When she saw him coming, she suddenly felt really uncomfortable in her black stilettos.
Please don't sweat! Please don't sweat! Please don't sweat! She repeatedly sang inside her head. They walked towards each other like they were about to do some super erotic thing once they got to each other, but Solano just kept walking and walked pass her like she wasn't even there.
What the actual fuck?
She'd seen how he ignored the contractor's hand and now he'd ignored her completely. Her blood boiled! Unlike this contractor, she wasn't going to just stand there; she had spent all night and morning preparing for this meeting and now he just ignored her? No! Shola bolted after him, fuming with rage,
"Was that suppose to be an April fool joke?" She ran behind him, trying but keep up with his steps, "Mr Vicenze? Mr Vicenze? Mr- God dammit? Solano!" She shouted. He stopped.
What the hell was happening to him? An acute excitement had just swept through him when shed called his surname. It was not like he'd never heard a woman say his name before, just it had never ignited his insides like it was doing at that moment.
"What the hell Solano! Did you just make me come here to embarrass me?" She brought herself in front of him,
"You're late!" He told her then continued towards his car, he had to get away from this woman before she did or said something else to provoke his lust.
"Are you..." She glanced at her watch, it was 12:10, "crap!" She ran after him "listen," she started, "I was caught up in the traffic I swear! I cannot control the roads of this country. Shit happens OK?"
"Oh! Shit happens? I guess shit just happened and you missed your chance. I'll find another and more competent guide!" Solano stepped into his car and kick on the engine, leaving Shola stunned,
No he didn't just... He just called m incompetent!
"You know what? I missed my chance? Take a good look at me honey," she did a dramatic twirl, making sure her ass flexed real good right in front of his eyes for longer that her body. She pulled lower her dress so her cleavage would take a whole new form of visible, "Yeah, shit happens and you just missed your chance to get the best guide and employee this fucking country has to offer!" She flipped back her hair and walked away.
No one gets the last word on Omashola Adunfe Fadaunsi! Absolutely no one!
But somewhere deep inside, she was praying he was still watching her, stunned and seduced by her, and totally rethinking his choice. And he was! He drove his car and followed her, stopped a few feet in front of her. She crossed her hands under her chest pushing the babies higher,
"Get in!" He told her,
"Why? So you can shoved me out when you want to? No thank you!" Shola continued pass his car and he still followed,
"I am not going to ask you again little girl, get inside the car!"
Shola calculated her options. What if this was a trap or something bad; maybe he wanted to humiliate her more. She thought of testing him more too,
"Yeah right! Still no!"
She was moving on, patting herself on the back mentally, slapping it very hard like 'what the actual fuck Shola? You're playing with your chances!!!' But she was still doing it. She reached the roadside and was waiting for a bus when Solano's car pulled over again in front of her. He took a deep breath before talking,
"What is your name?" He asked her. That was when it hit Shola that Solano had never asked for her name. He might have heard it a few times but he'd never even tried to mispronounce it, he'd just been calling her little girl or little lady all this while,
"It's Omashola," she answered glaring, pouting her nude brown lips,
"That could not be all of it,"
"Oma- Shola is it?"
"Come home with me. To my house. My cook is a Yoruba friendly lady, she won't let me kill you, don't worry,"
"Geez! Thanks for the warning but no thank you. I don't trust you,"
"Neither do I trust you but somehow I'm inviting to my home. We'll talk there. The heat out here really pushes my button,"
"Glad something does," she whispered thinking it was to herself,
"You have bad whispering skills little girl. But I still want you to come with me. I'll follow you if I have to. After all, I wouldn't want to miss my chance at getting the best this country has to offer," he took in her figure again, he paused on her face, her silky looking lips, "Get in," he paused again, an expression like he was in pain, "please!"
Was heaven falling over or was she dreaming? Shola couldn't even express herself. She was beyond stunned! She just moved to get other side of the car and entered. His eyes never leaving her, he pulled closer and pulled over her the seat belt, her cleavage all in his face; he could smell her perfume and it was destroying his mind.
"I know how to put on a seatbelt," she told him in a child-like voice,
"Of course you do," he got comfortable in his on seat, (not really!) kicked the engine and drove off.
All that was running by through Shola's mind was: please don't be a serial killer! please don't be a serial killer! please don't be a serial killer! Pretty please don't be a serial killer!!!
Well you don't get VIP lunch buffets in a serial killer's houses. That was what Solano's cook had made; a big freaking buffet: Nigerian and European delicacies; at least the ones Solano had downloaded recipes for her to learn; like salads and coffee cakes.
Shola felt a tight knot in her belly tighten some more; she was a eater and a messy one at that. Just when she was trying to be a woman of substance, a woman of absolute class! Now the put a buffet in her face and everything smelled divine.
"I hope wuna dey hungry! This one na cater style I do! Madame, welcome!"
"Thank you aunty!"
"Eat first, we'll talk later." Solano told Shola. He sat at the head of the table while she settled at the other end.
"I'm not hungry. I'd rather we talk first," by this time the cook was coming back with a bottle Chardonnay..
"Thank you Elizabeth!" Solano told her as she placed it carefully on the table then left, "Are you afraid of me? Or perhaps embarrassed?"
"I'm not afraid of you. "
"Can we just talk?"
"Isn't that what we're doing right now?"
"I meant about business," it was getting really hard for Shola to resist the food that stood in front of her, begging her to take just a sniff. But she wanted to play poised and professional and her very obvious struggle did not only amused burn enticed and aroused Solano. His phone then rang. He checked the caller's ID and his smiley lips flatten to a straight line.
"Eat something! The talking part might take a while. I'll be back in a bit." Solano stood and left. Shola could only hear fading sounds of him grumbling over the phone. He sounded angry and seemed to be quarreling with whoever was on the other line.
In a swift moment, it seemed like the food had called Shola's attention back to its aroma like,
'Hanty! We still dey here dey warm oh'
She had fought it way too much and no longer could. If there was anything this girl couldn't fight was her stomach. Even when she wasn't hungry, as long as the food smelled and tasted great, she was all in. She lashed herself unto the table, serving out whatever her hands landed on, eating like a child who had just had a tiring day in school. (A/N: who can relate?)
Solano came back. He looked worked up but soon relaxed the moment he saw how adorable Shola looked eating.
"Now I get the why you were ashamed; of eating with me around! What do you call that mixture you've done? Is it some Nigerian thing or is it just you?" Shola just continued eating. She wasn't going to risk choking on delicious food because of a gorgeous grey haired asshole.
"OK! I dee you don't talk hen eating. So you'll just answer for me a few questions, OK? Let's say this is your business rendezvous,"
Shola quickly dropped her spoon, cleaned her mouth and pretended to focus,
"You can keep eating!"
"No it's OK! I'll still choke somewhere along the line either way so I'd rather go with the safe way."
She fascinated him. He was looking at her like she was an alien, imagining why he hadn't seen all of this in her before; like the first time the met.
"So Oma, how old are you?"
"Uhm, 23. And I'd rather you call me Shola."
"Is your name not Omashola?"
"Adu- is it Adunfe Fada- I'm sorry but that last name sounds ridiculous!"
Zaddy say what now?
"I'll just stick to Oma. Just for me." Omashola forced a tight smile, chewing hard on her tongue, but only because she needed a job. Like a million things crossed her mind to through back at Solano for calling her name, her father's name; ridiculous.
"What's your level of education?"
"I have a master's degree in Sociology and Anthropology."
"Impressive! That'll be all for now. If you agree to my proposal, I'll have someone dress up a contract for you by tomorrow."
"OK Mr Vicenze, what's your proposal?"
"Before I answer that, I have one more question,"
"What's your relationship status?"
What ever did her relationship statues ever have to do with her job? or the job Solano was going to offer her. Shola almost choked on air when he asked."You have to answer little girl. Silence isn't going to make me forget or skip the question.""yeah! Usually, silence means 'Thank U Next' but OK. If I most answer, I'm single." It was like a wave of good wine had just washed down the heaviness Solano carried in his heart: thinking of the possibilities that she could have already been taken drove him nuts; mentally that is. He rolled up his sleeves and jotted on the paper in front of him. "Will that be all sir?"Sir? sir! oh he loved how that sounded. He was going to make the most of every single time he had left in Nigeria; he didn't have much anymore. He had just gotten a call from his business overseer in Milan and his very first business accomplishment was falling down. It's not like the fall of one supermarket in his chain of supermarkets in his chain of bu
Sometimes Shola will think to herself that she was just very unlucky. First it was the very unfortunate incident with the white guy as she now regarded him. His name left an unwanted taste in her mouth even though the man himself was a grade-A beefcake. Then came the evacuation notice. What the hell was she going to do now? If she was by herself it would have been better. But there was no way she was going to fend for herself and abandon Wumi. The latter was no help to Shola with inconsistent dramatic wailing."Adewumi Akindele! Guy stop na! This your drama is not helping oh,""I should stop when we have less than 24hours to find a new roof for our heads," Wumi replied sobbing heavily, "This house that that useless Chidi left me before flying abroad, promising to come back for me. Everything is finish," she burst again into much more dramatic wailing and crying. With every single sound she made, Shola got angrier and more frustrated. Not wanting to hurt her cousin to s
"Hello little lady," she gently pushed passed him, leaving him half drunk off her scent that lingered behind. Shola strolled majestically into the enormous compound straight to the apartment, and to the dinning area where she picked up the papers and started going through them; one by one.Few seconds later, Solano realised he was still holding the gates open. The lingering scent of her perfume was already driving him wild. Practically drugged on it, he closed the gates and followed like a junky following the scent of weed. He found her at his dinning table, giving him a tempting view of her. His pants got tighter as his cock grew harder."I don't see a check here Solano," her soft seductive tone sounded in the room. Too lost at the sight to even understand what she was saying, Solano just continued staring with sexual intensity in his eyes at the miracle in front of him."Vincenze!" Shola waved her hand in mid air,"What are you saying?" He asked b
He'd just made a few calls here and there and boom! She had a tourism visa and ticket! She was travelling to Milan with her new sugardaddy. Even though it wasn't in a private jet, first class was way better than she'd expected.She'd never been a sugar baby before so Shola had no idea on what to do. She just laid in their private lounge, a glass of Champaign in her trembling hands. She'd watch movies where people had sex on board to calm their nerves; especially during first time flights; like Beyond the Lights. She wondered if Solano would want to make love to her. But how would he if he hadn't taken his nose off his pile papers since they got on the plain. It was like she wasn't even around him. And she taught she was about to get laid on a bed of roses.Shola just sipped in embarrassment her champagne,Great! Just great!It was her first time on a plane and she wasn't even that excited. Her excitement was pending elsewhere. And he wasn't even paying at
After their little first class flight adventure, Solano had become sexually distant from Shola. It worried her.He made her get a whole new wardrobe every time the moved to a new place; they'd visit at least one specialist (Gynaechologist) every time they'd change countries. She now had to take all this pills she had no idea what they were for though he'd assured her they were just birth control pills. Birth control? For what? He wasn't even touching her! It had been three months already since Solano had taken her away from Nigeria, but after sex on a plane, nada! Nothing else happened.A few times he'll kiss her till the air was filled with sexual tension then break it all off, kiss her on the forehead telling her to get some rest because he had work.Had Solano gotten tired of her already? Shola wondered. Even the twenty-five thousand dollars anklet she wore wasn't cheering her up.She was living the life.None of her cloths cos
"What do you mean by you haven't seen her yet. She was suppose to meet you.""Sorry sir but she hasn't. I've been waiting here for almost an hour but she, I haven't seen any signs of the lady Mr Vicenze."Solano wiped his forehead. He couldn't quite believe it. Where could she be? He decided to call some of his associates to know if anyone had seen her but no one had. They'd all already left the venue and no one had noticed her. He tried her phone again but it wasn't going through."Where the hell are you Omasola?"Solano soon joined his chauffeur who had followed his orders and met up with him. Together they drove around the city looking for her."...You let me know when or if she gets there," he finished talking to the concierge of the hotel they were lodged in. "Simon, can I borrow your phone?" Simon, the chauffeur gave him the phone. He tried using it to call and like magic, it rang."Heyy! Sup?" Her drunken voice vibrated through the ph
Who ever thought a lowly Naija girl, would ever walk a red carpet in an eighty thousand dollars dress. Although she had been very enchanted by the red designs, Shola decided to settle for a yoff-shoulder soiree dress with a slit right under her upper thighs.She paired it up with a gorgeous silver pair of Jimmy Choos Solano got her as a new beginnings gift. But nothing was really new. It was the same old routine, excerpt for the fact that they'd changed places again and were now shopping lavishly in Abu Dhabi's finest places. They had barely two days before the new year's eve party.Solano walked into their hotel suite deep into a conversation through his Bluetooth device in Spanish. Shola threw him a glance then went back to the book she was reading. Solano went in and came out the walk in closet,"Have you eaten anything yet?""Had coffee earlier," Shola answered not sparing him a glance,"Coffee is not food Omasola,""Except w
As they stepped into the red carpet, camera lights flashes from every corner and the mob of paparazzi bombarded questions at them.'Mr Vicenze...who's the girl? Is she your new girlfriend sir? How old is she? Where is she from? Miss what is your name? Are you one of Mr Vicenze's charity cases? Who are you wearing? Are you from Egypt?Shola couldn't believe her fate. She felt like a celebrity. She felt an urge to stop and pose but Solano's grip on her hand wouldn't spare her the time to. So she just walked to his beat. The reach a diva wall dead end with the words A year of more printed in gold lights."Is that a..." Shola gushed,"Go ahead princess, go look pretty for the cameras,""Can I really?""It'll be unfair if this picture perfect art ends up not being seen by the rest."She rushed and posed as fabulously as she could. The camera's were loving her. The went mad in taking shots. Solano couldn't for two minutes take his eyes of h