Chapter 18

3.3K 698 131
                                    

On getting to the airport at Abuja, a dark guy with an average height immediately approached them. "My Prince," he greeted with a bow and smiled at Aramade instead. With Prince Ire's eyes turning to Ara's luggage, the guy got the message, immediately requesting to help Ara with her things.




"No, no... I can actually manage. It's really not heavy." Ara quickly said realizing the guy could be of the same age with her because of his thin stature and baby face. The guy smiled at Ara instead, insisting on helping with her luggage not because he would have carried it in the first, but because Prince Ire had instructed him to.





Ara eventually agreed, thanking the guy a million times and getting the guy to smile widely at her as the two laughed at their drama. Ara immediately looked around not seeing Prince Ire. "Where is the Prince?"






The guy chuckled, holding the two bags firmly. "Prince Ire does not have time for all these. He's already in the car. Let's go."





They got to where the car was parked and immediately, Ara entered through the back door of the car while the guy went straight to the driver's seat.




"Ken, just take us to Dgram's hotel."




"Okay sir." Ken replied Prince Ire, starting the car immediately. He drove out of the airport hitting the road of Abuja. Ara began to feed her eyes with the beauty of Abuja and the environment that looked inviting. The houses were beautiful and Ara was hypnotized by them wishing one of the houses belonged to her. She knew just like Lagos, there were also the slum part of Abuja. Depending on the person she was with, she knew the Prince status could only show her the beautiful part of Abuja.





The sound of horn coming from the car interrupted Ara's thought and she instantly looked away from the road, only to look up and saw a magnificent building sitting before her. It was an embodiment of beauty achieved with an exorbitant money. Ara couldn't believe one person must have sat down and thought of having and creating something as beautiful and classy as the hotel before her. Ara had never even heard of such hotel before. At that moment, she knew a lot of bigger and expensive places exist but a lot of poor people never heard about them before or even believe in their imaginations that something as beautiful as this exist on planet earth. Immediately, Ara knew five star hotel was nothing compared to what she was staring at. Dgram's hotel was impressively built. It screamed money. Only the rich people could afford it for lifetime.





The moment the gate was opened, their car drove in and behind them, two more cars drove in. Ara couldn't believe the handsome guys standing at the hotel gate. Ara, their salary might not even be compared to some people sitting on a chair in an office. Look at them. Clean and handsome. Handsome guys can't be doing this for cheap money. Ara thought in her mind smiling at the beauty buried around the place.





Coming out of the hotel building was the minister of education with governor of Lagos State. Ara recognized them because she had not only seen their pictures but she had ushered in an event the two were present before. Behind them were policemen with guns. Not two, not three, but large enough in number as they entered a black car following behind the big cars of minister of education and the governor. Ara was no longer concentrating on what she came to Abuja for. Her eyes was everywhere.






Immediately Ken parked the car, beside them, one of the cars that drove in behind them also parked. Ara was shocked. This is Bugatti Veyron! Ara said in her mind wondering who could afford or wasted an amount of one billion naira on a car. Ara was current. She knew so much about these things and Google was always there to shed more light for her. She was eager to see the guy in the car. With her eyes fixed on the Bugatti, she saw how a tall guy suited in black with tiny black shades covering his eyes came down from the Bugatti. The back door was opened and a fair man old enough to be her father climbed down in a long wide sleeve flowing gown called Agbada, and completing it with a native cap on his head.





Dangerous LoveWhere stories live. Discover now