I dressed in a red chiffon dress that cascaded down like a gown prepared for a bride. It hugged me well. I then complimented it with nude flats. Did not feel the need for heels after a tiring and dramatic day. I was extremely nervous. I wish I felt ashamed of how far I had gotten but no, shame and I were at loggerheads.
Seth came early. He smiled and winked at me when I stepped out. But maintained his composure immediately after that. As though he was being watched.
I opened the back seat and there was Tyrone, wearing his handsome self as usual. That quite explained Seth’s behaviour.
Butterflies flew, not into my stomach, but away from it. I just could not describe what I felt.
“Hi…”, his thick and masculine voice rang out, bringing me back to reality.
That was when I realized my mouth was open. How long was I going to embarrass myself before this “god”?
I made myself comfortable beside him and gave him a small smile. He winked and drew me closer while holding my small back. I felt numb. I could not pinpoint which emotion I was exhibiting at that moment. Everything was frantic.
“Ready?”, he asked.
I nodded. Then, Tyrone leaned closer to give me a little kiss. Although I remained still and did not reciprocate the romantic gesture, his smell got me entangled. I felt like a little lamb in the arms of a domineering shepherd.
The car started. I tried closing my eyes to forget everything, but that was impossible. Mum was not answering my calls. After all, I did not expect any less.
Opeibea on the other hand kept calling. I was sure the scene she experienced in the morning had shocked her to the core. The damsel in distress did not see that hit coming.
Half an hour later we were by the seaside. A yacht was waiting. The extravagance made my legs go jelly. This is W-E-A-L-T-H! As Seth drove away, Tyrone came down and helped me out of the car. He held my arms in a gentlemanly manner as he led me to the yacht. Every step screamed money. We were about to enter when we heard some noise at the parking lot. It was more like someone screaming and trying to break free. Tyrone continued as though it was a troublesome fly that was being dealt with.
I glanced back to see the one trying to break free and coincidentally witnessed someone getting shot and dumped into the sea. My blood went cold immediately, and I grimaced.
To be continued…
Akua Karle Okyere
Akua Karle Okyere is a lifestyle blogger at The Vocal Ghanaian and also a PR technician. She enjoys researching on travels and tours and writing fictional stories in her leisure time.
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