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c h a p t e r 70: ...'Til We're Hundred

Stay Tonight by Asa. If you haven't noticed, I love her music!

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Beverly

"Take your flowers and leave," I coldly say, making sure my face shows no expression.

"Congratulations. The designs were amazing," He ignores my words, following up with a beautiful smile and I furrow my brows, confused at his temerity.

He takes a seat on the armchair next to the door, crossing his legs—his right ankle touching the top of his left knee. He's relaxed, slowly scanning my whole body with his beautiful eyes, making me conscious.

"I d-didn't ask you to sit,"

"I'm gonna be here for a while. You should sit, too. Also, the flowers compliment the colour of your dress—which by the way looks perfect on you. Is this one of your designs?"

I scoff at the audacity of this man. "Really? You're just gonna pull that card,"

"What card?"

"Don't pretend to be oblivious right now, that's gonna stir more anger,"

He raises a brow, "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, that's it, don't come in here and try to be cordial. Get your ass up, keep your congratulations, take your flowers and get the hell out of here," I demand, pulling the door open.

He swiftly gets up from the chair and shuts the door, his left hand brushing against mine in the process. He turns the key in the keyhole, locking the door.

We are a few inches apart now and it feels like Satan just brought hell with him. It's hot in here. He's close, dangerously close. "I drove three hours to see you," He begins, his tone, dominant. "I haven't heard anything from you in three months and the first time I'm seeing you after that much time, you think I'm just gonna walk out the door?"

I feel heat settle in my core because of how hot he looks at the moment, and to avoid 'folding', I take a few steps backward, creating space between us. "We have no business together, Zayyad. Go away,"

"No. You're not gonna say 'go away' and I'm just supposed to jump up and scurry like a little cat. I'm here, for you, Eniola. I'm ditching my trip to London just so I can see your face, be this close to you, and finally have a conversation after all these weeks of not being able to," He takes four steps forward and he's back to standing right in front of me, hypnotizing my veejayjay with his height and scent. "I know you're angry, you have every right to be but I should be angrier,"

I scrunch my nose in confusion. "You should be angrier because?"

"You cut off communication from me so irrationally. You didn't even let me explain anything to y–"

"Ehn? I should have given you a chance to explain why you were in pre-wedding photos with a woman you told me you wanted nothing to do with? A woman you said didn't compare to me and yet you got dressed, stood in front of a camera, and posed for pictures?"

"You know very well I did none of that to hurt you intentionally. It was all orchestrated by my father and I barely had an escape plan figured out,"

"Yeah, this was what you were you going to explain to me? I should have seen the pictures, crossed my legs, and said: 'Oh, there's still hope for my amazing relationship, Osama Bin Laden was just behind the scene and threatened to bomb my wonderful boyfriend's family if he didn't pose.' What were you going to explain? Were you planning to fill my head with lies? Tell me you've been held at gunpoint by your father to pose for them? What. In. Heavens. Name. Were. You. Going. To. Explain?"