Chapter 42

Kiel POV

My alarm woke me up by 8:00 am but as usual, I snoozed for another 30 minutes. It was the first time I had been home in some days. The world would have understood if I didn't have to go to the office but I had promised to send some files to Pablo the previous day.

This demanded that I made it to the office. I struggled to sleep after I snooze the alarm but I was still reluctant to get up from bed. When I finally forced my body to get out of bed, I tied my bathrobe and made my way down to the kitchen.

I took gentle steps down the neatly tiled stairs.

"Good morning sir, Usman, the gardener greeted.

"Hey nigga what's up", I said and patted his back.

I was friendly with my workers. Not to worry, it didn't earn me a tiny bit of disrespect. But, it made them confident around me.

I turned on the sound speakers and began dancing to commitment issues by central cee.

'I got commitment issues

But I'm tryna' fix that for you

If I can't afford that bag that you want

Then I would lick that for you, huh

I wanna be there for you

I knew that the day I saw you

Too many times we argued

Sorry for all the names I called you

Should've never called you a bitch

But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes

Shoulda deleted that text, then I wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes

Don't act like you care how I feel

Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't

Don't like how you act so spoilt, and you start to move mad when I tell you no'

I kept rapping along and rotating my body till I got to the kitchen.

"Someone is excited today", my favorite Nanny said, with a huge smile on her face.

"Good morning Sara", I said and gave her a peck on her forehead.

She was preparing fries and chicken. I stretched my hands into a bowl of French fries and the moment Sara caught me, she hit my palm with a laden.

"Go wash your hands' little boy,'' she said authoritatively.

"Okay Mama", I said, throwing my hands in total surrender.

I continued dancing to the song as I got out of the kitchen to the living room. I turned to the wall clock hanging on the right side of the living room. It was 8:47 am. I pouted my lips and began climbing the stairs.

I could hear loud voices from the gate.

"Sara, do you hear that", I asked but got no reply from her.

I shrugged and continued walking up the stairs. I was only halfway when I heard a familiar voice scream my name.

"Kiellllllll"...

I rolled my eyes and hurried downstairs.

"Tasha, what are you doing here this early", I asked, raising my brows at her.

"Oh don't you dare give me that look", she said, her fingers pointed at me.

"Look around you. You'd realize that you are on my property. Stop screaming 😡", I said, furiously.

"I have been trying to call you, Kiel", she said and walked up to me, caressing my nipple with her hands. She seemed sad. Maybe she missed me. I took her hands off my chest and dropped them into the air gently.

I left her at the spot we stood, at the edge of the staircase, and walked to the couch.

I sat on it and stretched my hand to a chair, beckoning her to sit down.

I was expecting her to walk towards the chair but instead, she came and sat on my lap.

"What do you want? Is it money"?

"I'm not some cheap slut. Can't you see that I'm in love with you".

"Can't you see that you are acting like a cheap slut right now? Showing up at my house uninvited, at this time. Throwing yourself at me. Fighting with my employees", I said, counting with my fingers.

"It's because I love you", she said, grinding her waist on my dick.

I pushed her aside and asked if she was horny. When she didn't give me an answer, it hit me.

"All the displays you just put up here didn't work out Tasha. I'm not attracted to you anymore. I have work to do, let yourself out please", I said and ran up the stairs to my room.

I met Natasha two months ago at a club. She was full of life, beautiful, and super amazing but when she started becoming too clingy, and always in my space, I began avoiding her. We had sex on the first night we met 😉 and she blew my mind. She was hard to resist from that night. Now, she's always in my space, showing up at my office uninvited and creating a scene whenever she coincidentally crosses paths with me.

I got into the bathroom. I found my toothbrush, applied toothpaste, and began my mouth routine. I flossed right after brushing. I turned on the shower and began bathing, scrubbing from head to toe.

While I used the soap all over my body, my mind shifted to the number of women I had been in the recent months. No one had ever crossed my boundaries like Tasha.

"Why the hell was she like that", I thought out loud.

I began thinking about Maybelle, the sexy ass woman I met in Canada. Was she like Tasha?

I couldn't wait to meet her again. There was something about her that was quite different from most women I had been with. Firstly, she was chic. Secondly, she worked for a super famous travel and tour company in Canada. Thirdly, she was smart, elegant, and confident. Fourthly, she seemed bossy… I could go on and on about the things that made her outstanding.

I got out of the bathroom, wore my crocks, and went straight to the wardrobe. I picked up my deodorant and applied it sparingly. Next up, was a shirt and shorts to go with it. I brushed my hair, and beards, and used perfume.

I picked up my phone from the table and also my AirPods. As I opened the door, I remembered I had not carried the most important thing for the day - Pablo's documents.

I walked back inside, opened my briefcase, and got it out. As I walked briskly down the stairs, I prayed that Tasha was already gone.