After many days of attending the event with Prince Ire, Ara had met a lot of people. People who showed interest in her, people who respected her, people who appreciates her for taking care of Prince Ire. Every blessed day, Ara met Ayoola who enjoyed having a chat with her at the event, sharing a lot of talks together with her, getting Ara to laugh and allowed himself to watch her without her knowing. Everytime Ara left back with Prince Ire to the hotel, Ayoola would send her a message, sometimes messages if Ara replied immediately, which she was always waiting for before going to bed. She knew exactly when his message would come in, and with patient she gladly waited every night and day. Also, Ayoola was always telling her how beautiful she looked for the day every time they saw and she would gladly smile.
Ara realized she was always looking forward to attend the event each day just to see Ayoola, chat, laugh and enjoy herself. She was becoming more and more free with him. Everytime she escaped from Prince Ire, he wouldn't hold her back. Instead, he would watch from distance how easily she got along with Ayoola. How he made her laugh so much which he doesn't know how to do. How he conversed with her freely which he barely does with people. How he got her smiling with words which seemed so hard for him to try. How he watched her secretly which he had a perfect tag for that. But one thing he does not like was when he caught Ayoola kissed Ara.....on the lips. Though it was quick, but it was still a kiss.
Why do girls fucking get so carried away?
With the wrong guy who seemed to be perfect.
Prince Ire shook his head, wondering why he was mad. You don't need that. Prince Ire told himself and took his mind off it. He acted like he knew nothing or saw anything. Instead, he continued watching them from distance. Of course, he knew how Ayoola always stepped in. He apologized. Prince Ire knew his simple lines for years. I'm sorry. We can stop seeing each other if you want. But I promise you that won't happen again.  That was enough for Ara to go  back the next day.
Hey gorgeous, I'm coming with fire fighter this evening cause I know you will set the room on fire. It's okay, I wanna burn. This story will be amazing to tell of how a man got lucky to be set ablaze with an angel.
                      From your favourite poet.
Ara smiled sweetly at her phone, reading and reading the message all over again. She knew Ayoola really had ways with words and she was glad Ayoola was thoughtful to share those beautiful words in his head with not just her, but with other people to experience how beautiful words can make us smile.
She was dressed for the dinner holding that night. It was the last day for the first week of the event. She pressed her phone thinking of the perfect lines that could convey her mind well. She smiled, saying the words out as she typed. Well, I will come with press who will share the story and make your dream come true. About leaving. From your humble rapper.
Ara imagined Ayoola reading the message and majestically laughed before stepping out of her room. Lately, she realized Prince Ire doesn't really have time for her. Is either he was busy on the phone talking, typing or looking a lot worried. She couldn't dare to ask so she kept quiet just letting him be. She made sure she got him everything he needed, went to everywhere he sent her to and order anything he wanted. That was the reason she came with him. To assist him. She shouldn't interfere with something that doesn't concern her. So, everytime they got to the hall, she would gladly find Ayoola who was ready to give her all his attention, make her laugh and enjoyed herself.
"Come in." Prince Ire said from inside immediately Ara knocked on his door.
"That's what you get when you mess with me."
That was the last statement Ara heard from Prince Ire before dropping his phone and turning to her. Sometimes, Ara was free with him and sometimes she wasn't when his face is all squeezed up especially when he was angry. Many times, Ara had managed to hear few words from him while talking on the phone. The last time she joined him in the car days ago, she heard him saying... How does it feel people calling you out? You like that? And phew! He would cut his call the moment he noticed her. To save herself from worrying, she decided not ask him any question. Even though she did, she knew she wasn't going to get any reply. 
Sitting beside Prince Ire in his car, Ara smiled when she got a reply from Ayoola, reading it to herself without voicing out. Thanks for having me in your heart. Perfectly waiting.
Prince Ire focused on the road instead. He saw her smile but acted like he didn't. He remembered ordering a book for her and picked it up at the back seat of his car, stretching the book at Ara. "I got you this."
Ara collected it and smiled reading out the title of the book. Girl, spot the dick and date the real. Then she laughed. "You got this for me?"
Prince Ire raised his brow at her wondering what else she expected him to say after saying he ordered it for her. He spoke anyways. "I just said I got you that. You don't read?"
"Hmm..." Ara scratched the back of her neck. "Actually, I'm...em...I read," she lied. "Just that I'm taking a break from reading cause I've read too much already."
Prince Ire knew she was lieing and decided to tease her with it. "You must have read Becoming a leader by Myles Munroe?"
Ara nodded. "Yea, yea...nice book."
"You must have read pursuit of purpose as well?"
"Yea...good book." Ara gave another short reply, praying Prince Ire wouldn't ask her anything again or ask her what the book was all about. What's with me and book please? Ara had thought. If it's not a french book where she could learn new sentences, then she wouldn't spend her time reading it.
Prince Ire smiled a little, finally decided to let Ara know she couldn't fool him for long. "That's really good. You've seriously read good books." Prince Ire encouraged her, getting Ara to smile and thank God she was saved, but Prince Ire continued. "That's nice though, but I can't seem to remember who actually wrote that book." Prince Ire feigned a look like he couldn't remember the name of the author, turning to Ara to tell him.
"Hmm..." This is one chance o. Who asked me to say I've read it like this. "Em... I think...who wrote it self? I can't believe I also can't remember too." Ara covered with a fake laughter. "How come we can't remember who wrote that book?"
Prince Ire couldn't hide it this time, he laughed, but it didn't last long because Ara faked it along with her causing Prince Ire to shake his head with a smile. Then he slowly turned to Ara "I just remembered who wrote it. Pasuma wonder actually wrote that book."
"Huh!!!" Ara who one out of her eyes was focused on the road joined the one staring at Prince Ire and with both eyes, she couldn't hide her surprise. Pasuma wonder khe! "You mean Pasuma wonder wrote that book? When did he start writing books?" 
Prince Ire nodded, completely consumed with laughter but managed to just give out a small smile and replied Ara. "The day you started reading."
Ara shook her head at herself in pity. She finally realized Prince Ire had been whinnying her since. Prince Ire laughed a little realizing Ara knew she had been caught red handed. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
With her cute angry face, she stared at Prince Ire. "So you knew I was actually lieing and you kept on asking me?"
Prince Ire nodded. "Just know you can't fool me. Next time, don't act like you knew what you actually don't know. You get to learn by asking."
"Because of that, I'm buying those books when we get to lag," Ara boasted.
"You don't need too." Prince Ire said. "I have more than enough for you to read."
"Well," Ara replied. "I will have to start with that one Pasuma wonder wrote."
That brought a small smile to Prince Ire's face, getting Ara to stare at his face his smile brought a whole of cuteness to. Prince Ire turned his attention quickly to Ara. "We will have to ship that from heaven since Pasuma has not discovered that talent yet."
Finally, Ara laughed. Prince Ire stole quick glances at her. He wondered what he said that was funny, but somehow he praised himself for being capable to make Ara laugh. Now he knew what that asshole he called his friend says to make Ara laugh.
Ara was done laughing, opening the first page of the book. "Thanks a lot for the book sir."
"It's my pleasure." Prince Ire returned his full focus back on the road.
I believe you wanna know how to spot the dick and date the real?
Well, congratulations!!! You have the real book in your hand.
Firstly, you need to know there are three types of dick guys.
The first one is the one who openly talk dirty with you. Watch him, the first time he try it with you and you laugh back complimenting him on strong he could handle a woman. You know what will happen next? You've just given him an access not to respect your body and with that, he's gonna chat dirty with you, tell you how ladies are swooned by him, tell you false stories and true ones for you to fantasize about him and have you wish he was doing those things with you. Gradually, he begins to touch you slightly like slapping your butt while playing to test you if you will react, and when you don't, you are giving him more access to get to you till you eventually fall for his scheme. But hey....
Here is the thing. The moment he try talking dirty with him and you put him in his place, he takes a step back, watching you, but he comes back again. And when he comes back again, you give him a stern look and another warning, he takes a step back again. He might say you are hard, or he was just joking, or you are too serious. It's a lie. He knows what he's doing. But he  would finally get the message and know he can't say such things to you again. My dear, look here, guys respect girls who show them their boundaries. It's your work to act what you tell them. Don't allow A speak dirty with you and be forming for B. Look here, they talk to each other. They will get you.
Secondly, the guy with sweet words. Who seems perfect and real. He's nice, good, respectful, help you anytime you need help, he shows up at your door step before you say jack. Hehe... Hmm... Girl, some are real but not all. I will help you spot him......
Ara closed the book. They finally got to the venue the dinner was taking place. "Whao!" She smiled. "So this is what you guys enjoy when you read good books. I'm actually having fun already. But will have to continue later. Awwn... Can't we just disappear back to the hotel and start coming again." Ara whinned, wishing there was enough time she could spend reading the book before getting to where they were going.
Prince Ire raise his brow at Ara with a smile, giving her a look of..just one book and you are acting this way. Then he rolled his eyes. "You will have to come as a magician in your next world."
Ara laughed. "Amen. I can actually have you all to myself then."
Prince Ire acted like he didn't hear that. He opened the door for her which birth a smile from Ara as they walked into the hall.