9

JEREMY staggered towards the Toyota Glanza parked at the extreme of the parking lot of the bistro. He got to the car and rested on it, supporting his staggering self, then looked towards the entrance of the bistro.
Damn! Who the hell was that? Jeez! She fully got his attention, he could swear. Although he was tipsy, but he wasn’t blind.
Her black dressing that night mesmerized him, it was the perfect dressing for a perfect lady like her. Black jacket on black singlet, black trousers and black boots. He had seen it was a singlet for the jacket wasn’t buttoned.
She was so beautiful, as far as he was concerned, he had never seen any woman as beautiful as she. Her face smooth, her make-up simple, her hair jet-black, her dressing top-notch. Just like a boss lady.
The way she had dropped her mouth in an ‘o’ staring at him has mesmerized him, he just couldn’t get that cute puppy face off his head.
And to think that he even told her about Amelia, told her that he has no love to give to her. Hahaha, he laughed out.
“Stupid me”, he muttered, forcing his eyes to be open.
Then he sighed, and finally looked away from the bistro. As he stood there thinking about the lady, a whore approached him. He made a face, her dressing disgusted him no end.
“Hey handsome, you waiting for someone hun?”, she coed at him.
He ignored her and climbed into his car. He wasn’t ready to go home yet, no, wasn’t ready to go meet that Amelia girl, that pest at home. He had only just climbed into the car, to drive away the whore.
As he sat in the car, he began reminiscing. So many things ran through his mind within seconds and he just couldn’t bring up a thing to think about.
His eyes were actually heavy, he was the one forcing himself to stay awake. This night that he had prevented his guards nor his driver from going with him, is the night that he had chosen to get tipsy huh.
Well, it wasn’t his fault. It was man’s fault, to be a man wasn’t a day’s job. Man got a lot thinking in his mind, and the most disturbing of all, was his parents, forcing Amelia on him, despite trying all he could to fall in love, it just wasn’t working.
As he sat there thinking, he dozed off, and boom! His head fell on the steering, and he began sleeping.
***
Jasira came out of the bistro and walked straight towards her car. Greg and Kylo as expected, were beside it waiting tenterhooked for her.
Halfway to the car, a haggard looking man immediately rushed up to her and blocked her view, preventing her from moving further, and looking daggers at her.
This got her surprised as she glanced around, and then back at him.
“Hey, excuse me”, she said to him, furrowing her brows.
The man said nothing to her in reply, but only stealthily brought out a gun, and gently placed it on her thighs, covering the little distance between them. What! She snorted.
“Who the hell do you think you are to threaten the almighty Mr Damon?”, he asked, “little slut like you”, he cussed and this very last word got her so peeved.
What? He just called her a slut? How dare he?
In a flash she raised up her right knee, and with all the might she could muster, smashed into his balls, sending stars out of his eyes.
“Ouch!”, he wailed and crouched immediately, holding onto his balls and giving her a better view of his head, which she wasted no time in punching with her fist and he staggered backwards falling, the pistol fell out of his hands, metres away.
Without ado, she ran up to the pistol and picked it up, then turned to him, smirking. He was still on the floor, groaning in pains, and stuttering.
“How… dare… you?”, he managed to ask, coughing as he did.
She sighed and stood arms akimbo.
“Ever heard of Jasira before? I don’t think so, now you know so”, and she shoved the pistol into her bag and walked away.
Few steps to get to the car, Greg and Kylo ran up to her. They had seen and witnessed the fight which just took place few seconds ago.
Well, they knew so well that they better not interfere, for they were sure that Mr Damon’s men were scattered around watching as well, and that if they did interfere, it was gonna be a different story.
A fierce fight was surely gonna erupt that night, of which they were definitely going to loose, for they were few.
So they had stayed put by the car and watched, knowing fully well that their master was gonna have the upper hand, she wasn’t a novice in this.
“Boss, I hope you aren’t hurt?”, Greg asked as soon as they got to her, taking her bag from her.
She said nothing to him in reply, but just kept walking on, obviously fuming.
“So sorry about that jerk boss”, Kylo said.
Then the two boys turned back to see the beaten man already surrounded by some other men, helping him get up.
They looked away and kept moving. Finally, they got to the car and Greg immediately opened the back door for her and she entered, he followed and then locked the door. Kylo was already at the wheels, revving the car into motion, and soon they sped off.
As soon as they drove away, the man on the floor got up straight and spat out, about three men surrounded him.
“Faska, I told you not to go after her”, one of them spoke, dusting his jacket.
He groaned.
“Damn it! I thought I could do this”, he replied.
The man who had spoken smiled.
“I just knew you couldn’t, and that was why I tried stopping you”, he said.
“Damn! But why would a little cat like her challenge boss to that extent? I just had to do something”, he said and began looking around, like he was looking for something.
“What is it?”, one of the other men asked.
“Looking for something”, he said and continued looking around.
The third man bursted into laughter.
“Forget it, she took it”, he said.
Faska turned to him, his bulging eyes widely opened.
“She what?”, he asked.
They all bursted into laughter now, making him all the more angry.
“She took the gun, please let’s go back in”, the first guy said.
Faska couldn’t believe his ears. A little girl fought him, and took away his weapon? Jeez! She completely finished him. He fumed, fisting his hands.
“I’m so gonna teach her a lesson”, he growled.
***
Their Jeep drove into Lord Lucario’s mansion in a slow pace, the headlights lighting up the surroundings, for it was already 9pm.
It halted at the parking lot and Greg alighted, then held the door open for Jasira, and she alighted as well.
“Here boss”, he said and handed her her bag. She never agrees for any one of them to carry it for her up to her room. She would always insists she had hands, and so could carry her stuffs as well.
She collected the bag and strapped it to her right shoulder, then began walking away, into the building.
“Aren’t you going to see His Lordship before retiring to bed?”, Kylo asked, he had already alighted.
She shook her head in the negation.
“Tomorrow”, she shortly replied and continued walking into the house.
“Don’t you think Lord Lucario would have retired to bed already? Besides, boss is obviously tired and needs rest”, Greg said turning to Kylo.
Kylo shrugged.
“Truth you said though”, he said.
“As for me, I’m tired. Just want to go sleep”, Greg said and walked away.
Kylo laughed.
“After you man”, he said and joined him.
Jasira got to her room, dropped her bag on the bed and immediately dashed into the bathroom. Her body was so worn out and exhausted that she felt the impact of the warm water as it soothed her skin.
After spending about thirty minutes in the bathroom, she came out. Walked up to her dressing table and got ready for bed.
Although they had already had dinner before leaving for the mission, but she felt the food had already left her body. She felt the urge to eat.
So she glanced at the big wall clock hanging on the wall and sighed. The time was already far spent, she wouldn’t be able to get to the kitchen.
She decided to forget about food and jumped into her bed to have a good night rest.
At the instant she closed her eyes, the facial picture of the beautiful man at the entrance of the bistro which had face had captured, came back, staring at her in the face. Jeez! She shook, and opened her eyes immediately.
She kept thinking about him. Who was he? Was he a ghost? Or rather, an angel that had come to her in human form?
And who the hell was the Amelia he said he has no love for?
God! All these questions flashed through her head within seconds. She couldn’t sleep anymore as she tossed and tossed about her bed, thinking.
She was still thinking when she finally dozed off, wandering into dreamland.
***
Jeremy finally managed to get home few hours after he had slept off in the car. He was later awoken by some taps being made on his car windows.
Filled with astonished, he revved the car into motion and immediately zoomed off, heading for home.
As soon as he got home, he was seriously hoping for the pest to have gone home. He just couldn’t stand her anymore, not this night, not even after seeing the most beautiful woman at the bistro.
He stealthily walked into the living room and looked around, everywhere was a little bit dark for the maids had already put off the lights as they usually did every night before going to bed, the living room was only lit with coloured lights which were dim.
He was about taking the stairs when a calm voice halted him in his tracks, and jeez! He freezed.
“Jeremy?”, the voice softly called and so true to his guessing, it was his mom. Her voice could never be mistaken.
He abruptly turned with a start.
“Mom? Are you still awake?”, he asked and began walking up to her. She was sitted at the dining, already dressed in her pyjamas.
She sighed.
“I am. Come sit, we need to talk”, she said.
He furrowed his brows, instantly knowing what they were to talk about.
“Mom please, not tonight, I am so exhausted I need to go get rest”, he complained.
“Nah nah, sit”, she insisted.
“Jeez! Look you are already set for bed, I need to go get ready as well”, he kept complaining.
She shook her head unsatisfactorily.
“Sit son, this talk can’t pass tonight”, she said, showing him to the seat adjacent to her.
He sighed.
“Gosh mom, you are so domineering”, he said and flopped down on the seat.
She smiled.
“That is why I’m your mom darling”, she said.
“What is it?”, he asked.
“Where are you coming from? Let’s start from there”, she asked.
With his pointed elbows on the table and his palms splayed on his face, he sighed.
“From a bistro”, he said.
“A bistro? A bistro that you couldn’t take your fiancee along with you, and you know fully well that she came to see you”, she said.
He snorted.
“Forced on me fiancee”, he said and looked away.
“What?”.
“You heard me right mother, Amelia is not my thing. You know that, dad knows that, she knows that, everybody knows that. My heart isn’t with her, you guys are just forcing me on her”, he said, trying his best to be calm.
“There you go again”.
“Why won’t I? This is me we are talking about here, me, not you, not dad”, he spoke again, visibly angry.
“Okay, I get it, it’s you. But what happens to the family’s business? The company? What happens with it?”, she asked and he hissed.
“Seriously I do not know why the hell you and dad agreed into this, putting the happiness of your unborn offsprings on the line. Now look what is going on”, he opened his arms.
“We wanted your happiness, we didn’t put it on the line. Amelia is obviously happy with it”, she said.
“Of course she will, why won’t she? She is probably mesmerized by the fact that I’m the guy involved. Dashingly handsome, stinkingly rich, every ladies’ dream, popular, so tell me why won’t she?”, he questioned rhetorically, demonstrating as he spoke.
Mrs Petersons sighed.
“Forget all these you are saying son. I called you here for us to have a heart to heart talk, and not to gush over talked matters. Now tell me, why can’t you love Amelia? Just tell me, what’s the reason?”, she asked.
Jeremy bursted into a sarcastic laughter.
“It seems you aren’t getting me at all. I just can’t fall in love with her, I can’t even try. Everything about her disgusts me, everything”, he banged his fist on the table.
She shook her head in the negation.
“Ugh ugh, don’t say that. She can’t possibly be disgusting you, no. It’s either you don’t just want to try, or you want the family’s company shattered”, she said.
He looked at her. Why would she say that? No, why would she? Does he look like one who shatters companies? Was it his damn fault that his father, and Amelia’s agreed on something years before they were born huh?
Well, when the two men were much younger, in their youths years ago before they got married, they hadn’t been so rich as they were, infact, they were just starting life.
So as close pals, they had come together and agreed to start up a small scale business, on exportation and importation of kiddies clothes.
As their Creator would have it, it boomed, and soon, from house to house sales, they got a boutique. They continued expatiating and then decided not to deal on clothes alone, but to add shoes, of which they did and now got two boutiques.
The love to improve came and Mr Redford, Amelia’s dad decided they save, and one of them use the savings to go learn how to make these clothes and shoes, so they would begin producing their brands.
They did and Mr Petersons, Jeremy’s dad went to get a knowledge of it. Soon they began producing one of the best brands of designer clothes and shoes for kids.
They got to a time they decided to separate, which they did. But as fate would have it, Mr Petersons’ blossomed more than that of Mr Redfords’, although he was successful.
Thinking of how best to thank his friend, Mr Petersons asked Mr Redford to make a wish, and that he was going to grant it.
And this was the wish he made, for their offsprings to come together in marriage, and continue the company, just as they did. Which he granted.
“I’m not shattering any company mom, the company lives on, even if I happen to kick the bucket today, it gonna live on”, he said and got up.
His mother’s mouth fell into an ‘o’, surprised.
“Are you planning to walk out on me?”, she asked and he smiled.
“I’m already doing that mother. See you tomorrow and good night”, he said and began walking away.
“I am not done with you yet son, and you are walking away? Come back here”, she said, shouting.
“Oh come on, you can do better than this mom, it’s night, you are raising your voice”, he said as he kept walking away.
“I am doing that because of you, come back here”, she shouted the more.
Then suddenly he stopped and turned to her.
“I hope she has gone home?”, he asked and she hissed, saying nothing in reply.
He shrugged and continued moving, climbing up the stairs. Mrs Petersons watched him leave in fury.
He got to the door of his room and doubted if she had gone home, nah, not when she had said she was gonna spend the night.
Well, he shrugged and tried on the door knob and yanked the door open. He entered and the first thing his eyes saw, was her partly nude body on the bed, sleeping.