Chapter 5 The Sneaking

POLLEN'S POV

I stared at him, dumbstruck, as he froze and sat up abruptly to look under the sheets -just like I did.

" Damn it!" I heard him curse and shut his eyes tight.

" What have you done to me" I screeched, at the same time jumping off the bed and racing around in search of my clothes.

" What do you mean? I can't even recall a thing" He muttered in a hazy manner, sitting on the edge of the bed and running fingers through his hair.

" My head hurts" He groaned, but I was too busy to give a hoot.

" My dress!" I said frantically, pulling on the white duvet that was wrapped around my body.

" Where is my dress?" I asked again, not looking at him. My eyes were busy rummaging the suite to do that, also, because I was too embarrassed to look at him.

" How am I supposed to know?" Was his rude reply.

He got off the bed and staggered to the restroom.

RAYMOND'S POV

Once I made it to the restroom, I ran my hands through my hair then tossed the entire mess backwards.I stood there for a moment and they all fell back in my face. I ignored it and scooped up a handful of water from the running faucet. I splashed my face with it repeatedly, and tried to calm down.

I didn't even want to go into the bedroom right now and see her. Not like I was being an avoidant, I just wasn't ready to talk about what happened last night. I would be late for my morning meeting.

The fuzziness in my mind had vanished. I stared at my reflection in the mirror lazily,

it looked like death warmed over.

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" I wanted us to talk about last night, but there is somewhere I need to be at the moment" I spoke in a muffled voice as I dried my hair with a towel.

A frown of confusion crept on my face when I took the towel off my face and found no one in the suite.

" Where did she go?" I wondered aloud as I walked around in search of her.

" Why did she leave like that?" I asked myself.

The door rang, interrupting my train of thoughts. I threw the towel around my broad shoulders and went to get it.

"Good morning Mr. Raymond" The suite attendant greeted me with a coy smile and I nodded.

When I noticed she was willing to remain in the same position gawking at my bare body, which had just a towel draped around the waist, I asked her to come in.

She blinked awkwardly and mouthed,

" Thank you"

She smiled broadly as she rolled in the rail of suits.

Without wasting time, I took out a Navy suit and pants before sending her out.I threw the clothes on and grabbed my phone by the bed stand.Just when I was about to head out my eyes caught a neck piece in the rumpled bed sheets. I took it out slowly and lifted up to have a closer look, it was an almond shaped pendant carved out of gold.

I left the suite and strode down the little foyer that led to the elevator. Once I was in the elevator, I flipped through my phone. I had missed tons of calls from my mum.

I smirked at how she must be dying of curiosity, too bad she would have to wait until I finished with the list of endless meetings I had.

The elevator dinged and I stepped off the doors. I walked through the reception hall, sparing a glance here and there as the workers greeted me.

When I etched closer to the exit, the auto revolving door flung open and I stepped outside. Upon reaching my car, my driver opened the passenger door. I slid in and he shut the door back before returning to his spot.The engine came to life, and we were out of the hotel premises in no time.

I rubbed my temple gently when the thought of the previous night fluttered through my head, I could not stop myself from wondering what dating agent my mother patronized. How did she get a girl like that? She has always bragged about knowing my kind of women, but failed woefully at the only chance she had to prove that. As much as I dig civilized women, I also appreciate some sense of decency too. Getting down with me on a first date is a big turn off. Yes, I am that archaic when it comes to intimacy. Anything long term should be taken seriously, not hastened, not treated like a piece of filth. Also, I was one of those few who believed that the talking stage should be challenging. I should be given room to chase, placed on my toes, teased, and my elasticity stretched to its limit. That was the only way I could feel that surge of excitement that comes with conquering a woman, and the shorty I met last night is nothing like I want. She is just like every other girl, I saw the look of loss in her eyes when I said I wasn't into her. She actually did a great job with bluntly claiming she wasn't into me either, but her body movements gave her in. That was another turn off on its own. She was nowhere close to what I wanted in a woman, not an inch close.

I shook my head and closed my eyes while leaning against the window of the

car. I have a very long day ahead of me, which will be rounded up with a tirade of nagging from the woman who bore me by the time I go to see her.

" The Queen called," Fred, my driver, announced. The Queen, that was what everyone who worked under us called my mother, officially known as Matilda Beckham.

Fred paused to peek at the mirror for my reaction. I nodded, urging him to go on.

" She wants you to call her immediately you retrieve your phone from whatever dungeon you must have left it" He said and quickly added " Those were her exact words"

I rolled my eyes and looked outside the window, this wasn't the time for any of what he was saying. So I decided to distract myself,and at the same time meet up with my plans for the day. I brought out my iPad to work over the files my secretary submitted the previous day. That was until Fred spoke again.

" Isn't that your date from last night?" He asked, peeking forward with great intent.

" Keep driving" I growled, not lifting my head to look at the direction he was looking at.

" Why is she taking a bus though?" He inquired, and my hands folded into a fist.

" How can she take a bus, Fred? Do you know whose daughter that lady is?"

" Right. I'm sorry" He apologized and rested back in his seat.

I sighed and went back to my work.But my phone started ringing. It was my mother again, I turned the face of the phone downwards and went on with what I was doing.

POLLEN'S POV

It was already 9:00am by the time I got to my street, so I asked the Taxi to stop a few houses away from mine. Even though I knew the chances of me sneaking into the house without being seen was slimmer than graphene, I was ready to give it a shot. I clutched onto my purse and walked down the few blocks before mine. I lowered myself when I got to the plants, taking cover under the flowers that adorned the front yard. In a short time I was able to tiptoe to the small gate that belonged to my family.

Making it through the gate wasn't a big deal, hence the noise barely reached the living room, not to mention our bedrooms. Once I made it inside the property, I took off my stilettos and held them in one hand. With the other hand I inserted the key in the lock hole and quietly opened the door.

Just when I thought I might get lucky, I was stopped by the sound of heavy breathing coming from my left side. I whirled around to find myself staring directly into my mother's eyes.

" Mum!" I yelped and jumped backwards.

" Where are you coming from?" Her voice came out huskily.