Chapter 2 You're not my type

Kemi ran into the store with all her emotions hanging on her unzipped bag.

Sweating and swearing never to "unwind" as her friends advised her, ever again. She gave the security guard a high five and walked straight to the counter to begin the

day's job.

"Kems, where have you been? Mr Claude has the whole of NYC looking for you"

"Sorry" she mouthed.

"Tell me girl.. that's unlike you. Coming in late,looking unprepared and so not ready for the day, that's not you. You're perfect. What got you up till morning?" Tasha asked, concerned

"Welcome to Daily Delight" said Kemi with a smile to a customer who just walked in

Tasha continued

"You'll have to give me the full Tea. That's why you call me tea. I leave no gist untouched"

"Thank you" Kemi ignored.

"Help me kems. I'm dying to know what's up. What got you hooked"

Help me.

Like Deja vu. It hit Kemi. She said those exact same words to a stranger who just wanted to help and ended up in his bed. Not practically in his bed but in a room she suggested they get.

"what is wrong with me"

She asked herself out loud.

"There you are"

Mr Claude's voice echoed through the kitchen door to the reception.

Oh God.

"I'm so sorry sir , I overslept, and I didn't hear the alarm. It's all my fault and it won't happen again I promise" Kemi tried to redeem herself immediately

"Nonsense" Mr Claude Roared.

"I've been begging you to take a break for the longest time. You never use your days off,and you never ask for a leave. Kemi you overwork yourself and I'm not even short staffed. So one hour late to work will not put you in danger. I just thought you left that's it"

Kemi sighed.

Tasha gave her a "Told you, you need to loosen up " look

"Thank you"

Meanwhile, Jeddah managed to drag himself back to his house. He walked past the staff like plagues but it didn't surprise them at all. You see, Jeddah has always been a loner. Just a little bit different

Okay, a lot more different from regular loners.

He has women flocking in and out his house on every single day. All sizes, but mostly beautiful and sophisticated. In fact, they wanted him but he didn't. Voices could be heard every night, arguments on why they must leave that night.

Commitment scared the shit out of the man and he didn't want any of them catching feelings.

One night, he drove out of his "5 star worthy building" just because a girl was going crazy and didn't see any reason why she had to leave his house that night when she can leave as early as she could the next morning. She didn't spend the night in his house even in his absence because she was dragged out by his security team who believed "a sexy Russia's bugler" made her way into his house.

"Mom,for the 99th time, I am not getting married. And even if I finally decide to in this lifetime. I'm not getting married for the amusement of you and your best friends club.

Please and please. Tell Mrs Adesola's daughter to get a life and stop thinking about getting married to me because I'm pretty sure she's been pushing her mom to talk to you. These Nigerian girls. They just don't want to hear that the man is Super handsome, rich and lives Abroad"

Silence.

"Mom"

Silence.

"Mom I know you can hear me. Let's not do this."

"Jedidiah, I don't know what you're talking about but I'm sending you Mrs Adesola

daughter's number. Better call the poor innocent girl"

Jeddah's mom said sternly!

"Yes, poor. That's what she is. Poor and ambitious. In fact send her number. Let me warn the gold digger myself. Cause i don't get it mom. You're making me talk too much. And my name is Jeddah.

J-E-D-D-A-H mom"

Call ends.

Jeddah jumped on his bed with all the frustration in his chest. His mom,the only woman who had

the ability to make him say more than a thousand words in second. She just doesn't get it. His choices, his decisions never

made sense to her. From him leaving Nigeria to New York City when he had all he needed to run the family business,

to being 35 and not even a single girl has been introduced as a serious relationship.

She took matters into her motherly hands.

A loud bang brought him back from his thoughts about his beloved mother.

Followed by footsteps running in.

"Jeddah" a tiny voice called

"Jeddah where are you. I know you can hear me"

The voice drew closer.

"Not Now. Not now. Not now"

Jeddah murmured. Unmoved.

Stacy knew where she was going to find him. Next came a push on the door.

"Jeddah. You were with a girl last night at a brothel? What were you thinking? Have you lost your mind?"

Great. Just what he needed. His blonde haired American "Situationship". Jeddah sighed deeply and slowly got up.

"Stacy"

"who is she?"

"What? You follow me everywhere now?"

"Who is she and why were you with her in a hotel? You never take your other girls out of the house. What's different? You couldn't wait? You liked her enough to not wait till you get home?"

"Stacy" He Called out again. With a different touch that says he knows exactly what he's doing. Her tension dropped immediately his hand touched her bare skin. That's what made her overlook his playboy fantasies.

It gets to her too. She's his fool. But he's hers too. Because she has an agenda he knows nothing of.

"You let that give you wrinkles baby?" He pouted.

"You slept there Jeds. You never sleep in"

His mind flew back to hours ago. Her scent. Jasmine. Like the first smell of freshly ripe fruits. Intoxicating and satisfying. More than enough to calm his nerves.

"My Bro" Sterling's voice pulled him back home.

Oh thank God.

Stacy hated his guts. That will send her home.

And it did because she just gave Jeddah a long and nasty kiss, while looking at sterling and left with a "see you tonight babe"