Beautiful Mask - Episode 7

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Caroline:

"You are?"i ask stun. Simon doesn't strike me as a man that says he is

sorry easily. He feign concentration in the cassava is currently

murdering to avoid looking at me.

"Yes i am. I was a jerk yesterday and i over reacted. So umm are you

coming back or not?" he ramble and i smile.

"that doesn't sound like an apology to me" i say feigning annoyance.

"am sorry. This is just kind of new for me . Please just- ouch!

Shit!"Simon screams. I don't see any blood so i don't think he is

hurt.

"What's wrong?" i ask panicked.

"My eyes. God, my eyes" he stands up while scrubbing his eyes. A tiny

cassava peel must have flown into his eyes. This is hilarious and i

burst out laughing.

"Caroline. Don't be rude. Help the poor man and stop laughing. I don't

think i can take more of the both of you bickering."my father says and

walk away. Simon is still scrubbing his eyes while muttering something

about the cassava gods hating him under his breathe and i hold back my

laugh.

"come. Sit down let me check to see what's wrong" i drag him to the

only sofa in the sitting room

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. He sits obediently and opens his eyes

for me to inspect. I bend to get a closer view and see a little white

substance in his eyes.

"Found it, now hold still so i can get it out. Okay?" i ask and he

nods. It doesn't take a minute before i get it out.

"there. All good now" i say and when Simon doesn't respond i look down

at him to see his eyes are fixed on my boobs. The bent position i am,

gives him a good view inside my shirt. I stand straight quickly.

"umm. Its getting late. Why don't you head home already?. Umm see you

at work tomorrow" I say

"okay. Yea, bye"he says without looking at me and in seconds, he's out

of the door. I sigh in relief. That was awkward. Well atleast, i have

my job back. I need to prepare well this time.

The next morning i wear my favourite dress and go over to favour's

house before i leave.

"Babe, which burial are you attending?"she asks as soon as she sees me.

"burial?. Am going to work. My boss came over to the house yesterday

and gave me my job back"

"and you are going to wear that?" she looks at my dress with distaste.

"What's wrong with this?" Am wearing a longsleeved v-neck dress that

reaches my shin. I think its beautiful enough.

"Girl, by what you have told me. Your boss likes you. So we have to

show him some skin. What you are wearing looks like something your

mother's age would wear to a funeral" she says and i gasp.

"mom gave me this dress during our ss three graduation."i tell her

"it won't do. Come in let me find something for you in my wardrobe" i

may be late but i cant help but follow her in. After minutes of

searching, favour forces me into a little black dress. Am curvy unlike

favour who has a model's shape which make her clothes hug me like a

second skin.

"Too much skin. I cant wear this."i tug on the hem.

"it looks great on you. Match it with this heel"she hands me a silver

heeled sandals.

"I cant walk in these" I protest but she is already forcing my legs

into the shoes. I look into the mirror and i don't know if i like this

look. I want to look good and now that favour is helping me i

shouldn't protest.

"Okay. I'll wear it" i say and favour grin.

"That's the spirit."

After applying a little lip stick(favour's idea) i hurry off to

work. My scarf is still around my face but i notice some guys looking

at me and i feel confident.

As soon as i work into the company, the rude lady from the other day

that called me a clown walks to me.

"What do we have here. Looks like she isn't a clown afterall. Just a

cheap slut." she says and i see the lady at the reception corner

laughing. Diana eyes me up and down then look at me with disdain.

"where did you find this dress?.The prostitute's market"she asks

outloud and i wish the ground would just open and swallow me. I try to

drag the dress lower. I hear the material rip and i know this day

could not get any worse. I turn to run away but stop. I cant let this

rude lady win just like that. I swing at her and land a dirty

blow/slap across her face. Oh, that was so satisfying. But still i

have to get out of here, i turn too quickly and run into a solid mass

of flesh and we hit the floor together. I sit up and rub my head.

"Are you okay lady?" the guy i just ran into asks. My breathe hitch at

the sight of him. This one is handsome. He is beautiful. I just ran

into a beautiful man. My luck just sucks.

"i am fine."he stands up with ease then helps me up.

"thank you"i say shyly not looking at him.

"i should be thanking you" he says and i look at him puzzled.

"you just put Diana in her place. I don't hit ladies so am glad you

did it for me" he says and give me a really boyish smile. Oh my God. In

just three days, i have met two stunning guys. This must be a company

for the handsome. I laugh at me thought.

"Your dress is torn"he bends and touches the torn fabric on the dress' hem.

"lets get you something else to wear" he says and start dragging me out

of the door.

"But I'll be late." I protest

"I'll deal with Simon. He's my junior cousin so no worries."he says as

he opens his car for me to go in. How does he know that i work under

Simon?. I reluctantly get into the car.

"Am kelvin, by the way. You must be Caroline right?" he asks as he puts

on his wireless earpiece.

"Yea.

Read " Make You Mine(Redemption 2) " by the same author ( Ameh juliet )

. How do you know my name?" i ask but he just smiles another heart

melting smile.

"yea, Simon. Caroline is with me. She has an emergency so she would be

late." silence

"yes. She is fine. I promise to bring her back safely man." silence

"Okay bye" he says then smile at me.

"Simon seems to care about you alot" he says

"Ofcourse not. He just cares about the work i should be doing right

about now" i defend.

"Okay. We are here" he says. I look out the window and notice that we

are at an high-end boutique.

"um, kelvin. I cant afford to shop here"

"who says you are paying?" he asks and gets out of the car. I do the

same and he escorts me into the boutique with his hands on my lower

back.

He ends up buying me a cute jacket, a sophisticated top and a

stunning pencil skirt that reaches just above my knee. I look into the

boutique's mirror and can't help the big smile on my face as we drive

back to the office.