The Devil In The Suit - Episode 12

 

Trip and embraces.

The week flew past in a blur, Genevieve would always find pleasure on the floor decorations whenever Daniel was around. While Daniel, he stopped the meaningless talks and advances towards Genevieve. She couldn't denial that a part of her still ached for his attention.

Genevieve swerved in bed, ignoring the loud ruffling sounds and tiny whispers. But the persistent ringing of her phone snapped her eyes open. She groaned, groping for her phone, it chimed revealing a new message. It was from Daniel, she jerked up quickly, sitting up. She glanced at the time, which read 6:05am. Why would Daniel text her so early on a Saturday? She clicked on the message.

Daniel Coker: meet me outside. Now.

She wiped away sleep from her eyes. She groaned, hitting her head on her pillow. Few seconds later, She peeked through the curtain, seeing a matte black BMW x7 Parked at her driveway she fell back on her bed.

"What does this man want again? Couldn't he wait till Monday"

She got up, walking groggily to the bathroom. After fifteen minutes of her morning routine, she scanned through her mini closet. She could have sworn that some of her clothes suddenly disappeared or maybe she was still in her sleep induced state.

She settled for a black T-shirt and denims. Pairing it with her black and white converse. Since it wasn't a workday she might as well dress casually.

She stared at the time again, 6:45am. She rolled her eyes as she walked to the sitting room. Mrs Miller was sprawled in on one of the couches, slurping her tea as Genevieve approached. She smiled seeing her daughter.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked as Genevieve muttered a "good morning mum"

"I guess. I need to go somewhere Mum"

"I know, take your time my dear" Mrs Miller smiled, taking a swig of her tea. Genevieve studied her Mum suspiciously.

"You aren't going to ask questions?" Genevieve looked perplexed.

"You're an adult, Genevieve. As long as you're safe. Go do what you do" Mrs Miller laughed richly.

"Okayyy" Genevieve said slowing, she was definitely hallucinating. She shook her head as she mooched towards the front door.

She exhaled sharply as she turned the doorknob.
Daniel's back was facing her as he spoked over the phone. She stood awkwardly, fiddling with her fingers. Few minutes later, he turned around making her heart skip a beat. He was clad in a grey Armani suit. His hair looked wet, giving away the fact that he just came out of the bathroom. With his eyes as dark as a dusky night sky. It made her want to stare at them all day.

"Good. now, let's go" he instructed, getting in the backseat.

"But sir, where are we go-"

"Get in, Genevieve. Isn't it enough that you spent an hour getting ready?"

"I-"

"We don't have all day, please get in" 

She sighed, he said please. She got in. She unknowingly brushed his fingers as she sat. She removed her hand, quickly, bringing it to her lap.

"David, to the airport" Daniel ordered his driver.

Genevieve gaped at him in horror.
"Sir. A-airport?" She stuttered. Daniel turned to her with a blank expression.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Miller?"

"But you postponed the trip to Abuja yesterday-"

"Well, I changed my mind"

"Sir, I didn't tell anyone that I'd be gone" she complained, turning back to stare at her house which had long faded.

"I spoke with your Mum already"

No wonder her mum was acting so weird earlier she should have known. Genevieve cleared her throat "I didn't bring my stuff"

"They are in the back, your Mum packed it up okay?" Then he shifted his gaze to his phone. Blocking her out.

She blinked rapidly. That explains her missing clothes. Mrs Miller was one strange woman. Genevieve couldn't agree more.

Genevieve looked out the window. Her eyes wide as they drove to a small facility in the Airport. Daniel couldn't be bothered, he was typing away in his mini computer, frowning from time to time. They were on their way to Abuja to open a new hotel slash restaurant just recently established there. Daniel needed to go himself in order to get everything in check before letting people check in.

uniformed men greeted them as they walked past. Genevieve squealed lightly as she saw a jet close-by. They were going in that? He owned a private jet? She asked herself. She knew he was a billionaire but never imagined him owning one of the bad boys. She grinned inwardly and looked at Daniel. His eyes were fixated on his iPad. After showing their identifications they were ushered in the aircraft.

She held her breath as she got seated on the beige coloured seat close to the window. Daniel followed suit placing his laptop on his lap. She felt Daniel move within his seat. He was fishing out his iPhone from his pocket, after the brief call, she saw him visibly relax and sink into the seat.

She wasn't paying attention and didn't know when the captain's voice drifted off from the speakers. A few minutes later, the Jet started taxiing then pulled unto the runway. As it accelerated rapidly, she closed her eyes shut, hands gripping the armrest so tightly, making her knuckles turn a different shade. Takes off were the hardest part for her.

Daniel looked up from his laptop, seeing Genevieve clench her teeth in distress. Without thinking, he immediately lace his fingers around Genevieve's, making her take deep breaths and relax slowly as they were now airborne. He made no effort removing his as she slowly fluttered her eyes open, her little fingers swallowed and lost in his large ones. She peered at him muttering a "thank you" pointing at his fingers to let go that she was OK now but he didn't. He searched her eyes intensely like he was looking for something in there. Then he shook his head, immediately freeing their fingers.

"There's room in here, go rest. You look tired" he offered blankly, eyes now fixed on his laptop. She looked hesitant, he must have noticed because he added "I'll finish these myself" 

She gave a skeptical nod then walked slowly to the first door she found, and holy Pizza lover! It didn't look like she was in a plane anymore but in a five star hotel.

A 42 inch LCD TV mounted on the wall. Cream colored walls decorated with amazing arts and crafts. A king-sized bed placed in the middle of the room that looked pretty inviting. It was like it were saying these exact words. 'Come on, you know you can't resist this soft quilted foam and refreshing fragrance' 

she giggled, Laying belly up on the bed. She stared at the chandelier hanging on the ceiling and didn't know when she reached slumber land.

* *

 Daniel came in, seeing Genevieve sleep.
He sat close to her on the bed. His hands itched to touch, to skim his fingers on her face. She looked so delicate, harmless like a pretty kitten. She turned, whimpering in her sleep. He smiled, watching her for close to five minutes until she slowly opened her eyes, getting up. She pouted which made him stifle a chuckle at her cuteness. Genevieve stared at a familiar figure, staring back at her. She jumped up from the bed like she suddenly touched fire. Her face heated up in embarrassment. She wished the ground could just open up and swallow her away from the scene.

He cleared his throat and said sternly "we're here"

Her stomach rumbled in disagreement as they strolled out of the room.

 "maybe eat first" he added chuckling, leaving Genevieve, whose face was as red as a tomato.

They got to the hotel, they stayed at the presidential suites-Perks of being a CEO's PA-With their rooms surprisingly close to each other. The only demarcation was a wall. It wasn't soundproof, that he needed to put in order. Genevieve moaned as she finally landed on the bed in her night dress.

She looked around, seeing a big picture of the president of Nigeria and a familiar aged man. He looked a lot like Daniel, she got up from the bed, scrutinising the picture. Until she saw a name written underneath in black. "Wale Coker" she muttered and knew then that he was Daniel's father, She suddenly missed hers. Remembering that it should have been his birthday today didn't help.

She ran back to her bed. Tears painfully slipping off her eyes. She remembered his failed promises.....

"Daddy, you got Mich a new phone. What about mine, dad?" 16 year old Genevieve whined, folding her arms in disapproval.

"I know Genevieve, I'm planning on getting you an iPhone when I come back" Frederick Miller promised his daughter, eyes crinkling in sheer love and admiration. He watched her burst into loud giggles and squeals which made him smile more.

"Promise Dad" she beamed not able to hide the excitement in her voice.

"I promise"

........flashback ended.......

"How could you? Why did you have to lie dad? Don't worry about the iPhone anymore. Please just come back to us. I promise to be a good girl. I promise to get up if you need hot water for your bath. I promise never to murmur or cuss ever again. Please come back. Please" she sobbed into the fluffy white pillow, soaking it with tears. She whimpered and sniffed as she continued reminiscing on the past.

Daniel jerked up from the bed. He heard something cry but he couldn't figure out what it was. Then it grew louder, it sounded like an human, a child or maybe a girl. The sound was coming from the walls guarding his bed. He fixed his ear on the wall, trying to gain more information. Then he blenched, it was Genevieve. Was she crying? He seemed alarmed heading straight to her room. Her door, it wasn't locked, making different thoughts tally through his mind.

He needed to save her, she was his responsibility. There were well-trained security guards guiding the entire vicinity but who knows? He rushed in, glancing around for the criminals only to see her cuddled up in bed not aware of his presence. She was shivering and it wasn't even cold. The AC wasn't even turned on.
His brows rose as he slowly sat on the bed.

"Genevieve" he whispered softly "what's wrong?"

She didn't move, instead she cried harder, letting the tears stream her face. 

 "come here" he offered, opening his arms. She looked at him for a second with a hesitant look before getting up and staying between his arms. She released all her sobs, fully crying now. He rubbed at her back, making soothing circles around it. He didn't want to let go he, loved her jasmine scent and he inhaled, taking it in. They stayed like that for five minutes, enjoying each other's embrace. Until she slowly pulled away, blushing. His fingers touched her chin, straightening her very unappealing face to meet his.
 
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked, making her give a subtle nod.

"I miss him so much, that it hurts just thinking about him" she sniffed, Daniel became pale as he watched her. So it was all about a guy, he thought it was something- Something more serious. He wasted his time cheering up a girl crying for a nasty breakup. What was he? a rebound? He hid the disgust in his face as he got up.

"I will check up on you later, I need to go do some work" he rushed, getting out of her room and heading to his. What a waste of time. He said to himself, fuming with anger as he forced himself on the bed.

Genevieve stared at her closed door in puzzlement. What just happened? He offered to listen and now he just bailed on her the minute she started. He must be bat-shit crazy indeed. She thought as she cleaned up her dried tears too lazy to get up and wash her face. She smiled as she recalled the embrace. His scent, still filling the room. She hugged her pillow as her heart did a little somersault against her chest.