~LEONA~
"Where's your mind, Miss Grande?" I felt Dave's touch on my arm.
"What. You said something?" I asked.
"I've been trying to speak to you since. Don't tell me your mind is still on those blank documents?"
" No, not at all." I lied.
" Then? Why do you seem lost?"
" Just thinking of Leonard. I miss him"
"I see." He stared at me longingly. "Waking up next to you this morning felt so damn good. I'll miss you." He added, making my stomach turn with butterflies.
I shifted closer to him and placed my head on his shoulders. His hands came around me. "I'll miss you too, Dave."
He tilted my chin up and swiped his tongue on my lips before letting his tongue surge into my mouth. Our tongues collided and he sucked it for a while then nibbled on my lower lip then to the upper. The kiss was slow and gentle. My hands fist into his hair then I moved onto his laps. I hope the driver is not looking again.
He pulled me by the waist closer to him and everything got heated. I rocked on him slowly, feeling him hardening beneath me.
His hands got under my dress and he began to raise it but then he stopped and broke the kiss.
"Park the car and get out." He commanded.
Within minutes, the driver found a spot to park and got out.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
He smiled and brushed my dress up onto my waist, making it form a heap. His palms moved on my smooth fresh laps. "Only I have the right to see your body, Leona. No one else." He whispered and looked up at me.
" Can I have that right please." His eyes were pleading.
"You never asked. You just have your way."
The brightness in his eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry. That's why I'm asking now. Officially."
"You needn't ask."
I wanted to go further and tell him he has all the rights but my words pretty much said it all, bringing the light back to his eyes.
However, I know all this won't last.
He kissed me again then rolled my dress down before calling the driver. I lay nuzzled into his arms without getting off his lap. I closed my eyes as the car zoomed off.
"Hey get up. You're home now." Dave tap me awake.
I didn't know I slept off.
"Is sleeping in my arms that comfortable?"
"More than you can imagine," I muttered and got off him.
I wish my home was very far from work then I would've enjoyed the comfort of his broad chest a little while longer.
I climbed down and took my bag. "Goodnight, Dave," I whispered and opened the door.
"Are you not forgetting something?" He asked.
"What's that?" I looked inside the car and opened my bag to check if everything was inside.
I turned my eyes up at him. "I think everything..." I didn't finish before he drew me near to take my lips.
I giggled.
"That's what you're forgetting." He whispered when it was over.
"God!" I sighed with a blush burning on my cheeks.
"You can go now."
"You're impossible," I muttered, shaking my head.
I stood at the front of our door and watched his car move out of the lot.
I inhaled and turned the knob.
"Welcome home, Leona. We missed you." Raymond said once I got in.
" I missed you, too." I dropped my bag and hugged him.
" Where's Leonard? It feels like ages since I saw him."
"He was just here. " He looked around and called him. " Leonard, mummy is here."
When he finally appeared, he was having Dave's shirt on, the one he left behind for me to trash.
I turned red. How did he find Dave's shirt?
"Did you wear him that?"
"What?" Raymond asked and burst into laughter when he saw him.
The shirt was so big that it swept the floor because of his small frame. That was not all. His one feet was in one of my stilettos.
I took my phone out and snapped him before walking to him. "Hello, there young man."
"Mama!" He shouted and tried to run but ended up falling.
" Is this how you chose to welcome your mum? And this... " I picked him. " How did you get this shirt? "
He looked down at the shirt he was wearing then muttered "Papa" loudly when he looked at me.
"What did you say?" I asked and looked at Raymond.
"Papa." He said again and pointed repeatedly at the shirt.
"Just look at that! He knows that's a man's shirt. "
I smiled and kissed his chubby cheeks but I can't help wondering. I don't remember teaching him the word "papa". He must have learnt it in school.
"How are you, Leo?"
"I'm....phine," he whispers and looks at Raymond. I smiled at how the words came out.
He never responds when I ask. Raymond must've taught him consistently.
"Wow, clap for yourself, Leonard."
He laughed and put his tiny palms together and began to clap.
" Aww, now give mummy a big hug and a kiss."
He hugged me then kissed me, leaving a drool on my face.
"Has he eaten already?"
"No, he was about to."
"I would have loved to but I need to go clean up?"
"No worries. I got you."
I put him down and went for my handbag. My room was just as I left it just that my closet was open with all my clothes spilled out of it.
So this was what he was doing? Going through my stuff?
After bathing, I packed the clothes back and went to the living room.
"Are you done feeding him?"
"Yeah, he's even dozing."
"Alright, I'll put him to bed."
When I returned, there was tension between us. I got something to eat and after dropping the plate, I came back with a glass of water and sat on one of the couches.
" So what happened? Where did you sleep last night?"
I spilled the water I was drinking back into the glass. I wasn't expecting Raymond to ask that.
"You told me you would be coming early." He added, staring at me intently.
" Well...I .." I thought of lying but stopped.
" I slept at Dave's and the reason why I couldn't make it home was that some thugs almost attacked me and he saved me. It was late and I couldn't have made it home. So he took me to his home. We didn't want to get you worried that's why we lied." I explained half-truth.
Of course, you didn't expect me to tell him that I had sex with my boss for the first time then his fiancée showed up and bla bla bla. No, I can't do that!
"Some thugs? Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"
" Relax Ray. I only sprained my ankle but am fine now."
" I'm glad you're safe but I still have to check your ankle. "
I want to protest but I know he won't have it. The nigga was already on his feet.
He made me sit with my legs sprawled on the double couch then he began to examine the ankle I sprained even though I didn't show him.
"Oh wow. You're good at doing your job than I thought Dr. Grande. " I laughed.
" The person who looked at your ankle did quite a good job. It's still healing so please avoid wearing your heels for the meantime, will you?"
" Alright, Dr. "
" Would you stop it. " He laughed and sat.
" Can I have your phone? I want to browse the internet."
"Your phone is also capable. Why use mine?"
" I haven't created an account yet so I just wanna use yours. Please. "
" You're not on social media? "
" No. "
" Why? "
" I never needed it until now. I still don't need it much and that's why I want to use yours instead of creating one. "
" Oh okay. Have it then but remember to charge it for me."
"You don't have to worry about that. " I replied happily.
***
I just had to type Dave's full name and everything about him appeared. I rose from my sleeping position and sat.
All that Raymond told me proved to be right after reading a paragraph of his profile from a random website.
It's been written here that he's a ladies man and has been in many failed relationships and in frustration, started moving with numerous women. It's said that he's always spotted with new women every day until Katherine.
A famous model who was the only one who lasted and the last woman to be seen with him. They went further by showing all the ladies he was spotted within the city. To be frank, all the ladies looked breathtakingly beautiful. I don't think I stand a chance.
I scrolled down and saw him kissing a lady in the open. There were grosser ones which I couldn't look at so I tried to exit but a notification popped and I clicked on it when I saw his name.
My mouth flew open when I read the headline.
"New York's Sweetheart and multimillionaire tycoon was spotted with yet another pretty long-haired girl this morning in front of his company. It seems he has a crazy obsession for long-haired girls."
After so long, Mr handsome was spotted with a new lady, a new face. I guess he's already tired of Katherine Cole. Poor thing. She really thought it was gonna last"
Sources say that he's been rolling with a pretty long-haired for some time now but failed to capture her face. But this morning, it was proven that the pretty long-haired girl was deliberately hiding her face when she ran from the cameras. The question is, why would she be hiding her face from the world when all the ladies Mr. Anosova moved with proudly show themselves off including our own queen, Katherine Cole.
Miss pretty long haired attitude has raised an eyebrow and given the media an opportunity and a reason to dig further. As it is, we don't even know her name or where she comes from but we promise to fill your ears with all the details soon.
This is what a fan said. "Too bad. She doesn't want to be embarrassed after she's dumped like every other girl. I guess that's why she won't show her face."
Could that be true?
Meanwhile, the half photos we took of the duo this morning got the tongues of Mr. Anosova's fans wagering. To them, they think she's the prettiest he's ever moved with even though her face was yet to be seen. While some were extremely jealous, some liked her and gave her names as "The new girl" "Strange girl." Miss pretty." " Miss longie hair" and many other names.
I couldn't read anymore. Dave really told me that my little act this morning will get the media talking and he was right.
I didn't know he was this popular. I thought his popularity was average but alas I guessed wrong.
How will I surpass this outrageous situation? How will I stay undercover with all these prying eyes of the media?
I wanted to stay low even though I had no idea how long it's going to last but after this, I can guarantee that Yolando will be knocking soon once the paparazzi succeeds in digging my roots.
What do I do now? What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into?
I'll have to leave soon but before that, I need to change my appearance. I walked to my mirror and grabbed a pair of scissors.
I untied my hair and stared at it. This hair has been the cause of all my problems yet one thing Dave chose to like out of all things. I thought I was the only girl with long hair in his life but no. I'm not the only one and the Media thinks he's obsessed with long hairs. It hurts a lot.
I tried to cut it but remembered the promise I made to him just yesterday that I will never cut the hair.
I threw the scissors somewhere then went for my wig. I brushed it and got it ready for tomorrow.
I don't know if I'll be going back to work but I'll still use it.
***
The next morning, I woke up late than I planned and I felt so calm and relaxed despite all the thinking I did yesterday.
I picked a simple dress from my wardrobe and slipped it on. I brushed my long hair and wrapped it on my head then fixed the shoulder length brown wig. I applied more makeup than I usually did. After dressing up, I looked totally unrecognizable. Not only that, but I also looked good.
I packed my things into my bag then gasped when I saw Raymond's phone on my bed, the battery almost flat.
God. I said I was going to charge it for him.
I took it along and went outside grabbing an apple from the kitchen.
"Thank God you finally woke up. We were leaving." Raymond said and placed Leonard in the car.
" I'm glad you didn't."
"Okay get in let's go."
"Yeah. Your phone." He looked up at me and stared for a while. " I'm sorry. I forgot to charge it."
"It's okay but what's with the new look? You look different." He took the phone and went behind the wheel.
I sat and he zoomed off.
"I just thought of changing my look," I answered his question.
" Okay, you look beautiful."
"Thanks," I whispered. We journeyed in silence. I kissed them goodbye and got down hastily.
It's nine o'clock and I was still not at work. Normally, I shouldn't be bothered because the boss and I are fucking but there's no excuse for not being punctual. It's a bad work ethic and my relationship with Dave won't change that.
I was practically running as I walked towards the entrance of the company.
I lowered my head in case there are some paparazzi hiding somewhere.
I kept my eyes on the ground while my steps doubled.
Then out of the blue, I bumped into someone or someone bumped into me. Whichever way but there was bumping and it was something soft, feminine.
My feet were on the person's so I quickly got it off and went through my handbag for my hankie. I got down and began to clean where my shoes touched as I muttered words of apology.
I looked up at the person for the first time from where I was kneeling beside her feet. She looked like someone I've seen before but I'm sure I've never seen her. "I'm sorry, madam. I'm so sorry please will you forgive me? I didn't know..."
" It's okay dear." She smiled. " Now get up." She helped me up and I was amazed. She looked rich so why's she being so nice. It's hard to find rich and nice people these days.
"You mean you're not mad at me?" I inquired.
"Not at all. Why would I anyway? You were humble and respectful despite your immense beauty. I didn't expect you to be so nice." She said.
I also didn't think she'd be this nice but I disagree with her. One should not be disrespectful or pompous because of his or her mere beauty.
" Thanks, madam. Once again I'm sorry." I smiled. "I'll be leaving, madam."
" Alright. Do you work here?"
" Yes."
"Great. I'll see you more often then."
I nodded and left. It was only after I was several steps away before her words struck me. What does she mean that she'll see me more often?
I rushed to my office and sat down. I'm sure Dave will be in already.
I grabbed a coffee then started work. 30 minutes into the work, Dave walked in.
"What kept you so busy that you didn't text me goodnight yesterday and you didn't even call me. " He said and sat on my desk.
I was so occupied in nosing around his life that I forgot to do all those things he was mentioning.
"I'm sorry." I murmured with eyes still on my computer.
"Is that all you're going to say?"
"Yea."
"What's with your new look anyway? I almost thought it was someone else in your position."
I'm glad. If he's finding it difficult to recognize me, then how will the rest recognize me?
"Ok, miss Grande. I can see you wouldn't like to be seen around me anymore."
"Sort of." I couldn't deny it.
"I came with a perfect plan."
" What's the plan?"
" Just come with me." He took my hand and my handbag.
" Why are you taking that too?"
" Because you are going to need them." I got up and followed him.
We stopped in our tracks when the door opened revealing the woman I bumped into.
"Mum? What are you doing here?" Dave said, letting go of my hand.
What? Mum?
***....***