Chapter 8 Hold me till I die

It's been three days now Since I started working in the penthouse of Star Luxury Hotel after enduring the agonizing lecture and belittling of my person, from Miss Clara, my supervisor.

So far, I have started getting used to the Stars workflow which consists of sweeping the entire penthouse, mopping and cooking for whomever that resides here. A person that I am yet to meet and from all rumored indications, this person owns Star Luxury Hotel itself.

Looking through the kitchen side of its window, I once again stepped back to safety. The height of this penthouse is bone scarring, but the sky above was gloomy and as if it's gonna rain any moment from now.

Today is different and special because rumor has it that the owner of the Star was coming to inspect and monitor the activities of the Hotel's running. Of course, I knew that to keep my job here, I needed to top my games before this evening's arrival of the aged politician, the owner. And so, I'm set to prepare my late mother's special delicacy, our eastern jollof rice and African breadfruit.

I have already added almost all the ingredients to make this dish a successful one, except for the scent leaf, it's last minute ingredients.

Cooking was never part of my job however, after seeing the empty food cans I had previously made being ate out, I deduced that the Star's owner must really have lovingly enjoyed my method of cooking.

Which is why I had repeatedly cooked yet another dish yesterday, and set to prepare a special one today for his arrival.

Maybe the man would be kind enough to increase my salary since I went out of my job descriptions to prepare his dinners. "I inwardly thought so to myself."

The kitchen was indeed a state of an art and even boasted of an inbuilt Mp3 linkable to a Bluetooth device. After searching and selecting my favorite of Kiss D****l's Songs L*ye, tried as I may, I couldn't resist twisting provocatively to its song's Rhythm, and before long I was already helplessly moving in a more bolder twist to its tunes. But suddenly a familiar chill like the one I had felt before acknowledging the presence of Michael two years ago at the airport, filled the room and an open space far bigger than the house I shared with four other neighbors actually became centric.

I stopped dancing and yet willed myself to turn in the other direction where my body's chills felt sure real, however, my body failed me, and all I could afford was to close my eyes, I counted to a twenty to gather enough energy and face the force I was by now sure is together with me in the penthouse due to the person's powerful Aura, and the scent of their perfume which was neither feminine nor familiar with Miss Clara's perfume.

But then my eyes almost popped out of its sockets when I finally did manage to open them, and my legs gave away to a faint as soon as I came face to face with the iconic Michael Clearance, my longtime celebrity crush.

Luckily for me though, I am not among the ladies that love five inches heeled shoes that Michael seems to always surround himself with.

If not, my legs would have incurred a few broken bones if not for the timely intervention of Michael's strong arms.

Despite briefly losing myself to consciousness, the feeling of being held and safely tucked to Michael's embrace, coupled with the nagging realization that the Star Luxury Hotel must be owned by Michael, one of the top most powerful football world figures,

And that this iconic football player, the very same lover of my fantasies was indeed the one holding me, with these last thoughts in mind, I lazed more in faint and wished for this romantic embrace from Michael never ends.