𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 73. ~~

"And that is...?" Demilade questioned.

"Won't you compliment my dress?" She pouted. "Uhm? How do I look?" She asked making a funny posture in front of him.

Lola watched as her boyfriend stared at her, observing her from head to toe, and a teasing smirk danced on her lips. She knew he had done that before and she already knows his answer. But she still wants to hear it from him.

"Hmm?" She queried with a raised brow. She saw the corner of Demilade lips twitch into a smile.

She looked amazing in the blue sequence gown she wore. He thought. She always managed to look so flawless in every cloth she wear. And he can't seem to get enough of her beauty every time.

"You look...good."

She pouted. "Just good."

"Beautiful." He replied. She grinned widely at him but she still want to tease him.

"Just beautiful."

Demilade chuckled but he played along with her game.

"You look amazing."

"Just amazing?"

               He stared at her for a while, bit his lower lip then pulled her closer from the waist. And he said to her ear.

"You look perfect. vous êtes parfait pour moi." He complimented her in French in a very fluent but seductive tone. And a broad satisfied smile spread on Lola's face as she turned flushed. [You are perfect just for me]

"vous êtes parfait pour moi aussi." She replied. He grinned then he placed a kiss on her earlobe and her temple.

"You're going to turn me on that way," Lola complained with a pout. And Demilade smirked pulling away. He looked at her flushed face and his smile grew wider.

"I would have loved to but we've got a party to attend." She nodded. "Let's go." He said intertwining his hand with hers.

"But won't you take a picture with me?" She said as they walked out of the sitting room.

"Not now."

"When? Gawd, you are so boring." She complained.

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Demilade excused himself from his friends. He went to the restroom. As he walked out of the restroom, he received a call from his personal assistant. And he waited to have the conversation with him that was quiet, away from the noise from the party.

And immediately he was done with the call, he returned his phone to his pocket and left the secluded area close to the restroom.

He had barely taken three steps away from his position when he heard his name.

Someone had just called his name. And the voice was so familiar. He knew the voice even in his dream. There was just one person that would call his name like he was her little son.

And a frown formed on his face and he wondered what the hell she was doing at the party. And who invited her?

Slowly, he turned around to face her with his unsmiling face. And there she was walking over to him in the most exquisite cloth he have ever seen on her. A very bright glittering silver cloth and those dangerously silver heels that's possible to puncture a hole into a metal. And there were the big curly weaves on her head that framed her face. She also had a broad smile on her face and she looked sincerely glad to him - which could be fake because it almost seems like she had been expecting him.

And he pondered if she had noticed him and followed him. He really hoped not. He wasn't ready for her drama. He also doesn't want any form of trouble. He was there with his girlfriend. And causing a scene like the last time at such a party was what he don't want.

To her, it might be fun but not to Lola. Lola wasn't used to the tabloid life. They might not paint her well with the stupid false story that was just simply lies they would gather and print out in the paper and blogs.

He surely hopes nothing of that sort will happen. He wasn't ready to deal with paparazzi and tabloid problems.

The lady that had called him finally got to him with that ever-smiling face of hers which did nothing to change his countenance or how he felt.

"Demilade! It's really you!" She exclaimed. "I wasn't wrong. It's surely you." She said, grinning. She gestured dramatically with her long fake colorful nails.

Demilade pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated and he looked around to ensure no one was watching. He knew how dramatic she was. And with the smile on her face, he knew she was probably hoping that one of the journalists would see them together.

He knew her well. That was one of the reasons why Bayo never liked her.

Her cunning attitude.

"Hi." He said flatly.

"Hi. It's been a while now." She said excitedly, flashing her white teeth at the same time fluttering her long eyelashes.

"I guess so." His voice was bored.

"C'mon Demmy, why are you sounding like that? Aren't we friends now?" She sounded a bit disappointed.

Cliff hanger.

Yeah sorry. This chapter already exceeds the word count it should. I had to cut off some parts. But it was a bit intentional ending it there.

So that leaves us to who the lady was. So guys, guess who the lady speaking with Demilade at the end of this chapter was? Love to see your guesses.

So I already did a closure for Mrs. Jolaoluwa, Demilade mother. The woman can finally move on with her life and have peace of mind. So she had to end that part of her life at last. Demilade might change his mind too. Who knows?

I apologize for the late update. And I will be updating just one chapter. No two updates today. Sorry about that. And thanks for understanding and reading. I appreciate it a lot.

It's a day late but it doesn't matter. So darlings, happy new month. You are all welcome to the beginning of the second half of the year.
And I wish you a lovely weekend.

Love you.

Rhoda.