The Devil In The Suit - Episode 8

 

Aftermath.

As the stranger turned the ignition. She couldn't help but look back, seeing an alarmed Daniel. He was watching in the pouring rain as the car zoomed off in a pile of exhaust flames. She shivered, glazing ahead out of the windshield, at the soft glow of skyscrapers. Her mind flamed with the memory. Daniel's scent, a warm earthy fragrance still permeated her nostrils.

"Bitter ex-boyfriend?" The stranger interrogated, making a tinge of heightened colour in her cheeks, she flushed, looking away.

"Any-who, I'm Gabriel and not a ritualist" he clarified, chuckling, shifting his gaze from the road to take a good look at her.

"I'm Genevieve, and until I get home safely on my bed, then I'll believe you" she gave him a skeptical once-over, making sure to scan the backseats for any suspicious instruments and gadgets. 

"I'll take that, Genevieve . It seems fair enough" he smiled, a warm and welcoming one and not the cocky smile always attached on the CEO's facials. She frowned, wiping little to no creases from her dress.

"Hey princess, why that frown? it doesn't suit you. Try smiling instead"

"How'd you know? You've never seen me smile before" she laughed, releasing her damp braids from the elastic rubber hair-band and tying it into a neat bun above her head.

"There it is, you made it so easy, giving me more instead"

Genevieve rolled her eyes

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. But a smile still invaded her lips. He's such a flirt. she thought. Did she expect a man to offer her a lift and not flirt, that's the most obvious reward for his generosity. She secretly watched as he expertly took the wheel. He put his signal on, preparing to turn left at a traffic light to a street. His short black hair messy and matted down from the rain, obviously. His strong jaw line, thick chin and long straight nose. Her eyes swept down to his button-up shirt and jeans. His Bronze skin which looked slightly tanned in the dimly lit of his Mercedes-Benz.

"I hope I'm not prodding too much but so you work around here?" He inquired, eyes glued to the road.

"Yeah" was all she voiced out, she didn't want to give all info about herself yet. He was still a stranger.

She prayed silently to God to take her home safely again, increasing the amount of her seed. She shivered a little, reacting to the cold. It wasn't raining anymore but the weather promised another heavy pour. She rubbed her palms together, Gabriel noticed then reduce the air-conditioning in the car and she smiled in gratitude.

She gave him directions to her house and made him stop in front of her street. She needed not to be told, letting an absolute stranger in. Who knows, he might come back with armed men.

"So.. I guess it's a goodbye then" Gabriel turned, facing Genevieve. What was he expecting. A kiss?

He suddenly leaned into her, making her eyes wide. He brought out something from his shirt pocket that inflated her curiosity or maybe fright. He shoved it into her palm. It was his business card, she smiled inwardly, her heart beat returning to normal.

"Call me, and don't save my number as one guy or Samaritan. My name's Gabriel" he emphasized, he threw back his head, laughing at the clear possibility, she laughed too, feeling homely around this lad.

"I will. Thanks so much for the ride and yes, you ain't no kidnapper, Gabriel. Thank you" she eyed the wet leather seat, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about your seats" 

His laugh echoed in the car, as she was about to close the door, he stopped her swiftly.

"Wait. I hope we could see sometime"

"Yeah, sure" or maybe not, she added underneath her breath. He smiled as she closed the door,
making sure he zoomed off before proceeding to her house. She shoved the card in her purse, Making a mental note to save his number later or maybe not. 

She sighed, hitting at the door, it flung open, revealing Michelle. Her 16 year old sister, embracing her. Genevieve blinked away the tears. She broke a promise. Michelle searched Genevieve's hands but found nothing, her smile faltered as they advanced to the sitting room.

"I'm sorry Mich. I had so much work and I for-"

"Aunty Genevieve, you're finally home, I thought the rain ate you up. Now I get to eat cake" Joel her  five year old brother. The last child and only male child smiled, hugging his eldest sister's knees. "I didn't sleep, Aunty Genevieve, I kept my eyes wide open. Mum did but I didn't" he smiled cheerfully, tugging the hem of her dress. She sighed, lifting him up and pinching his soft cheeks.

"If I get two cakes instead of one, how'd that make you feel. Huh?" Genevieve quizzed, making her voice as animated as possible.

"I would give you a bear hug" he clapped his hands.

"I'm getting two cakes Joel- I mean Sergeant Buckhill" she started but corrected herself when he gave her a disapproving look. He loved cartoon characters and named himself after one "-but there's a itsy-bitsy problem" Genevieve frowned.

"What is it, Aunty Genevieve?" 

"I'll get them tomorrow. The pouring rain spoilt the previous one" she lied, making Michelle giggle lightly.

"I hate rain. But okay since you're getting two" he laughed, releasing himself from her comforting embrace and running to his Mum's room, shaking his butt in the process.

"You have to get those cakes, you know right?" Michelle sniggered, making Genevieve groan loudly.

Genevieve sprawled on her bed, hands on her lips. The kiss, she felt the emotions run through her again in a never ending bliss, making her clasp her thighs in the process. She was grateful that the next day was Saturday, meaning no work. She couldn't help but wonder why he suddenly kissed her out of no where. Was he attracted to her? No, no. She shook her head, burying the thought. Tope said his type were hot models and not his PA. Was he affected by the kiss as much as she was? It was nothing new to him but it was to her. Many thoughts continued to tally through her mind until she drifted to a land where partially everything would be okay. In other words. Dream land.

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"She slapped you" Vincent Savage staggered unable to control his breath, he adjusted himself on the barstool, holding his chest, still staggering.

Daniel glared at his cousin.

"No! this is unbelievable, Daniel, a girl slapped you for kissing her, girls die to get you to look at them but she slapped you Daniel, she slapped you" Vincent laughed hard, hitting his fist on the island then using his free hand to wipe away stray tears from his eye lids.

"Vincent!" Daniel squinted his eyes in warning then motioned the bartender for a refill.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry alright? but it's still hilarious. What the hell happened to you man?" Vincent inquired, downing all the heavy liquid in a gulp, he swallowed then hit the glass on the table. His eyebrows rose at Daniel in questioning.

Vincent Savage was Daniel's cousin, a young Billionaire like himself. Vincent knew him in and out, they were not only cousins but best friends since diapers. 

When Genevieve left, Daniel brain was clouded with outlandish thoughts he wasn't accustomed with yet. He wondered why he kissed her, an act his brain couldn't relate with. He had to shut her up definitely but kissing her was a foreign act. The reasonable side of his brain scolded him for allowing a young woman go on the busy streets of Lagos alone in the pouring rain. Then he decided to follow her but she had company, he couldn't make out who the person was, but he knew it was a 'he'. He didn't know why he suddenly felt infuriated with her for ditching him. After what he did, there was no way in hell she could go with him. He knew that. The stranger might be her relative for Pete's sake. He didn't understand why he suddenly cared about her well-being. He was never bothered about anyone's, not even his ex-girlfriend, Melissa.

He groaned, staring at Jacob "she looked vulnerably cute and her lips- ranting unnecessarily and I guess I-i wasn't thinking straight, then decided to shut her up" Daniel explained.

"There are other ways to console a sobbing PA. But you chose the weirdest of them all"

"I'm confused alright"

"That's just a cover up, you only wanted to taste those lips right, so tell me. How was it?" 

"I'm so stupid telling you this, you are the last guy on earth who would consider feelings and emotions, especially that of a lady" Daniel blurted, a feeling of frustration billowed through him.

Vincent frowned, feigning hurt. "I know a lot about my ladies" he defended, hand on his chest.

"Then, what's the name of the girl you're currently screwing?" Daniel challenged.

"Pttf, Natasha"

"Natalie" Daniel corrected.

"Whatever man, this isn't about me but you. So are you interested in her?"

"Certainly not" Daniel snapped.

"I'm going for hugs if I meet her"

"Why would you-"

"She's giving my cousin a hard time, the only girl who puts you in your place" Vincent grinned from ear-to-ear, wriggling his brows.

Daniel knew his cousin was right but he wasn't going to admit it. Genevieve was as stubborn as a farm goat. It wasn't about the board this time, he could fire her if he wanted to- but he couldn't bring himself to. He was slowly enjoying her company something he fails to notice.

"Get her to sleep with you and get this over with man" Vincent advised but Daniel shook his head against it. Genevieve was a sweet girl and he wouldn't hurt her.

"You need to get laid man. I mean now. Look over there, she's gawking you. She's a hottie" Vincent smirked, raising his bottle of vodka, pointing to a lady in skimpy clothes, revealing her inner thigh at the far end of the bar club, she was batting her false eyelashes seductively at Daniel. Daniel nodded, Vincent was right, he needed to get Genevieve off his mind and to him, the lady would do just that.

Daniel harshly kissed the lady, taking her to a room in his hotel suite, she smiled, hurriedly aiming for his jacket and threw it on the floor, pushing him to the bed and hovering over him, Daniel peered at the lady. She was beautiful but not as Genevieve. Genevieve's angelic face immediately invaded his mind, drowning all thoughts of desire, lust and passion into Limpopo.

"I'm sorry, but I can't" he lightly pushed her off him, then dropped naira notes on the bed, he retrieved his jacket from the tiled ground, leaving the unknown lady in petrified stupidity.

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