Redemption - Episode 23

 

Lucas:

"Bloody hell woman!" I yell as she vomit all over my shirt. F*ck. Why is this woman such bad luck? I look her up and down in boiling rage. People's attention are drawn to our exchange and I see a few people taking pictures and videoing the exchange. I know this would be In a stupid blog by tomorrow but I don't care.
"I am sorry. Gosh . I just. Um. Please. I got to go." She starts to push pass me but I grab a hold of her arm. She looks back to me and I raise my brow at her.
"where do you think you are going?" I grind out. People are starting to notice my exchange with Benedicta but I don't care. She has to stop thinking she can get away from anything because she is gorgeous. Because she is. Even more now than ever. I notice she has gain weight. Her hips and boobs full but not too much that she would be called fat. Just perfect. Perfect to use men. Not me though.
"I have to go." She says quietly, her eyes not meeting me. I grab her chin and her eyes flies to mine.
"Not so fast." I tell her. In one tug, I take off my shirt and throw it at her. She impulsively catch it. I catch her momentary glimpse at my abs and I smirk. I flex my biceps a little for show before her eyes snap up.
"It costs $484" I deadpan and I see her mouth hit the floor in shock. I stretch my palm facing up to her

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. Oh I am glad I am wearing my ridiculously expensive Virgil abloh off white T-shirt.
"I don't. That's insane!" She snaps, throwing my shirt back at me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and quickly browse the price tag of the exact same shirt I just took off and place the phone in front of her.
"There. $484. Plus shipping fee and my data I just wasted in searching the price for you. That should be $500 approximately. Which is N180,000." I tell her and she looks like she's going to cry already.
"Please, I don't have that kind of money." She begs but I don't bulge. She has to pay for what she has done.
"That isn't my problem. I can't wear that shirt anymore. That's disgusting. We should just go to the police station to settle this." I grab her hand and start pulling her to the entrance of the hall when she starts crying.
"Wait. Wait. I can pay you in installments." She pleads and I stop to look at her. A sweet plan just hit me.
"Hmmm. I think I have a way you can pay me for this T-shirt." I say thoughtfully. Her hands suddenly goes to cover her chest in a protective manner and I scoff. Like she's so innocent.
"Get your mind out of the gutter young lady. I would rather eat your vomit than think of what of that." I tell.
"I need a nanny for two kids. Just for a few weeks. Maybe a month." Her countenance tells me she doesn't want to. Maybe I need to threaten her some more.
"Come on then. Let's go to the police station. I could add assault to my statement because you did poke me back there at the ladies room. Thankfully, my fair skin makes the evidence clear" I tell her.
"What?! The police wouldn't take on such a case. Give me that. I will just wash it." She tries to retrieve the soiled T-shirt from me but I hold on to it tightly.
"Let it go! I don't want you to wash it. I need a refund." I state. I feel ridiculous doing this in a lobby filled with people who obviously recognize me.
She tries to pull it out of my tight grip and we both freeze when we hear the sound of the material ripping. The sound is actually like sweet music to my ears.
"You f*cking tore it! Let's see you wash that now." I sneer. Benedicta looks from me to the torn shirt and before I know it, she bolts out of the lobby.
"What the__ come back here! You owe me N180,000" I yell after her but I know it would be insane to chase after her shirtless. Dang it!
She doesn't know who she's dealing with though.

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Benedicta:

    That guy is a lunatic. I mean why would I be a nanny for his kids!. I thank my stars he didn't run after me because he would have caught me for sure. The extra weight I gained during my pregnancy is mostly gone but running is not my strong suit. I am still panting from the assertion more than twenty minutes after I got home.
  I chug orange juice down my throat, drinking directly from the carton. I would normally scold Cheryl for doing this same thing but I deserve this break in character. Imagine if I had stayed, I would be locked up by now. $500. He's crazy.

"Hey!" I startle at Cheryl's voice behind me.
"My God Cheryl! What did you do that for?" I snap at her.
"You were lost in thoughts. You didn't even hear me walk in and I totally caught you drinking from the oj carton." She says and I shake my head at her.
"You can't imagine the day I've had." I tell her.
"Oh,yea. The audition. You got the got right? I mean you are just too good with that redemption song." She says with excitement and I sigh.
"I didn't even get to perform. I ended up assaulting a guy with my finger and inner fluids then I ran away leaving him shirtless." I explain in one breath. Cheryl's eyes go wide and that's when I think about what I just said.
"Wait, you assaulted a guy with your finger?" I am sure she is thinking of how that's possible so before her wild mind takes her to a place I can't fathom, I pinch her pointed nose.
"Ouch" she pout and I smile.
"It's a long story. But not what you think." I tell her.
"Well, you can tell me all about it when we go out. Come on, I got you an insanely s*xy dress." She says excitedly and pull my hand. My mind flashes back to that stranger's hold and the effect it always has on me but I shut it down. The last time I had a crush, a lot of people got hurt.
  I follow Cheryl to her room and rest my back against the wall as she rummage through several bags on her bed. Looks like someone's shopping got out of hand again.
"Here!" She pulls a red gown out of a bag and hand it to me.
"Wow. It's beautiful" I say truthfully. The shiny things on the dress makes it look like it is sparkling like diamonds. Plus it isn't too exposing like what I expected Cheryl to buy. It is a little too short though but it isn't so bad.
"Yup. Put it on." Cheryl says. I pull the zip down and that's when I notice something.
"Cheryl, you got cheated. It is torn." I push the dress to Cheryl but she just grins.
"Come on, stupid. It isn't torn. It is the style of the dress." She states. I sigh deeply. Now I know why she picked it.
"The back of the dress is completely gone." I try to reason with her.
"It would look gorgeous on you. You already promised Bennie. It will just be for tonight. We should play dress up. I would give you a make over. This one time please?" She pleads and I find myself nodding. I need this break.
"It is still gorgeous anyways." I wink at Cheryl and she giggles.
"Now you are talking."

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Lucas:

"You couldn't find anything about her?!" I yell down the line at my secretary. He prides himself on being the best but he can't find just one woman.
"You just gave me her name. There are a thousand Benedicta in this city. I need more info. Don't you at least know her surname?" He asks and I shake my head before grunting no down the line.
"I might get better luck tomorrow. You should concentrate on signing the deal with talina. Her previous producer said she is a pain in the neck so you shouldn't go in there pissed. Keep a clear head." He advises and I hiss.
"I know how to handle celebrities. Do you job and find that woman!" I grind out and end the call. God! I am boiling mad. Even hours after my encounter with Benedicta. She always had a strong effect on me. But the next time we meet, I will make sure that I have the upper hand.
  I alight my car and pass the line of clubbers. I go straight to the bouncer who recognizes me quickly and give me a free pass. I nod my greeting at the large man and he nods back.
"Talina already arrived few minutes ago. Top floor." He tells me as I pass and I slip a $10 bill into his hand discreetly.

  I know my way around this place. Most celebrities party here and that's the reason for the large crowd of people outside, trying to get in. I pass the sea of dancing clubbers as I see Talina upstairs sipping a cocktail.
  I already see the pout on her face so I hurry upstairs, making sure to plaster a smile on my face.
"Talina. Looking gorgeous as always." I say as greeting then peck her cheek. Her face brightens up at this.
"You don't look too bad yourself." She says and I grin.
"I have to look fit to sit beside you talina."
"Yup.

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. The bloggers are right. You are a charmer." She says and pat my knee. I give her a cocky grin before sitting beside her.
"Well, they are also right about me being the best producer. You should accept Jake's offer and join our label." I say, getting straight to business. The loud music is already dulling my senses. I look around the club and that's when I spot her.
"Come on Lucas. This is a club. Let's dance a little." I hear talina say but my eyes are on her. Benedicta. She's in an obscene dress and currently trying to fight off a bastard who is getting a little too touchy feely. I grind my teeth angrily and get off my seat.
"Excuse me for a sec babe." I say to talina before walking down to the dance floor