A NIGHT WITH HIM🌷
No ghost was knocking.
It’s the midnight breeze ma-king the tree br@nch hit the window.
Ivory and Irene st©pped screaming when they realised it was no ghost.
Their eyes wi-de-ned in disbelief and they both started laughing h@rd with tears still on their faces.
b©dyguards alre-ady filed into the room in dozens,their guns c0cked.
One of them switched on the light.
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“It’s nothing guys” Harold told them, there was still laughter in his eyes.
He sat on ivory’s be-d watching the both of them laugh.
They look so beautiful and seeing them in tears earlier had almost broken his heart.
Watching them laugh now made him smile.
He found his eyes trailing down Irene’s b©dy and he must admit he has never seen her in her nightwear, it looks so…s£xy on her, almost transparent.
He glanced at his b©dyguards and saw their lvstful gazes on her b©dy.
Irene was unaware as she was still laughing with Ivory.
Harold quic-kly handed her his robe and s£nt his b©dyguards a h@rd glare.
They stared down at their feet knowing he had caught them. They knew they were going to be reprimanded in the morning.
“Ohh…thanks” Irene said embarr@ssed as she took the robe from Harold.
Damien had helped her pack,else she wouldn’t have chos£n this nightwear, she’s gonna return it when she goes home.
“You guys can leave now” Harold said to his b©dyguards.
They turned and left the room..
Irene ti-ght£ñed the robe around her b©dy and muttered thanks to Harold again.
“It’s fine, i still have my shorts anyway” Harold said and Irene found her gaze on his breathtaking b©dy.
She swallowed h@rd, admiring his masculine che-st laced with black curly hair which travelled narrowly down his flat stomach and then into his shorts.
She had seen him shi-tless on the night they spent together but she hadn’t had a good look at him.
She glanced up at his face and saw his black curly hair looked messy, his eyes were kind of red too like he cried.
No, she’s the one who cried, she’s the one who had almost gone crazy cause a tree br@nch was hitting the window.
“You told me you were br@ve enough Irene” Ivory said mockingly.
“I thought i was” Irene said and Harold laughed.
“Like seriously? You both cried cause of a ghost that was not even there” Harold laughed h@rder and Irene bit herl-ips in embarr@ssment.
She must really st©p this act of crying like a baby.
Gosh! She must have looked so funny while crying and screaming at the same time.
“The tree has overgrown, I’ll make sure the br@nches are mended by the gardener tomorrow” Harold said.
“I can’t believe it was just a tree br@nch” Irene laughed and Ivory joined her.
They were still finding the whole thing funny.
The way they had behaved showed they would have probably fainted if it was a real ghost.
“Okay, now that we know it’s just a tree br@nch,can we all go back to sleep” Harold said even though he wasn’t feeling sleepy yet.
He had been thinking of Helena when he heard the scream the second time.
“I’m not feeling sleepy” ivory pout.
“Me too” Irene said, loving the feel of Harold’s robe on her b©dy, it feels so warm against her skin,like she was in his arms.
If his robe made her feel this way, how will his ba-re b©dy make her feel?.
What the hell is wrong with her.
She can’t believe she’s thinking this way.
“I think im not sleepy too, what do we do?” Harold asked.
“Anything, I’m fine with anything as long as I’m with you both, i can’t spend the rest of the night alone” ivory said.
“Why don’t we…” Irene paused and both Harold and ivory gazed at her.
“Why don’t we what?” Harold ask.
“Why don’t we all sit in front of the fireplace” Irene suggested.
“Good idea!” Ivory said.
“Okay, you both should lead the way, i have to go put on something” Harold said.
“Okay dad. Let’s go Irene” Ivory said.
Harold is so surprised at how fast Ivory is getting used to Irene.
He wondered what was involved cause ivory don’t just get along with her nannies.
shrugged as he walked out after them.
“I’ll join you guys soon” he said as he made for his room.
“Okay” Irene and Ivory chorused.
Irene arranged the woods in the fireplace and then lit it.
“Why don’t we get some cake and jui-ce in the kitchen while the woods burn” ivory said.
“Will your dad be fine with it?” Irene asked.
“Of course” Ivory said.
They both walked out of the libr@ry and then into the kitchen.
Irene switched on the light and almost screamed when she saw Nola seated with her head placed on the table.
Looks like she’s asleep.
“Oh..no! Nola fell asleep in the kitchen again” Ivory said.
This isn’t the first time she’ll do that.
Nola do place her head on the kitchen table after dinner, and end up sleeping off.
So Harold had made it a duty to always check the kitchen before he sleeps but he was so disturbe-d yesternight.
He didn’t even checked on Ivory.
“She sleeps in the kitchen?” Irene asked.
“No,I’m sure she sle-pt off while resting” ivory said.
“Ohh” Irene said.
“My dad do check the kitchen every night to make sure she’s in her room, i wonder what went wrong yesternight” Ivory said.
“What’s going on? I thought you guys would be in the li..” Harold was saying as he walked into the kitchen but st©pped when he saw Nola.
didn’t you check on Nola before going to be-d? Now her n£¢k would hurt from sleeping that way” Ivory said, feeling sorry for Nola and a bit pissed at her Dad.
“I’m so sorry about that, i was quite disturbe-d yesternight” Harold said walking to Nola to wake her up.
“Disturbe-d? Does that means he truly cried like she suspected” Irene thought.
“By the way, i thought you would be in the libr@ry” Harold said.
“I wanted some cake and jui-ce so we c@m£ to get it. Irene lit the firewoods alre-ady” Ivory said.
“Yeah, i saw that” Harold said, tapping Nola gently on her shoulder.
She yawned, obviously awake. She raised up her head and looked at every one of them.
She was about placing her head back on the table when Harold quic-kly held her.
He made her stand on her feet and then started leading her to the door.
She looks more like a drun!kperson.
“I’m gonna take her to her room,” Harold said and Irene nodded.
She opened the fridge and saw cakes on display.
“I want the strawberry flavor, cut a slice of chocolate flavor for my dad and i hope there’s vanilla flavor there,for you” Ivory said.
“Yes” Irene smiled.
Ivory picked out three dishes and handed it to Irene.
“Ohh…thank you” Irene said, she picked the knife that was alre-ady beside the cakes.
She cut out a slice each from the three flavors.
“I want two slices” Ivory said.
“Okay” Irene said and cut one more slice for Ivory.
She brou-ght out a cranberry jui-ce afterwards with three gl@ss cups.
“Dad is gonna take wine” Ivory said.
“Alright,which of them?” Irene asked.
“1945 chateau moutson-rothschild” Ivory said and Irene was impressed.
She knew her father’s favorite wine.
“It’s always in the freezer though, not the fridge” ivory said placing the gl@ss cups in a tray.
“Ohh.. okay” Irene said.
She closed the fridge and moved to the freezer.
Irene and ivory sat in front of the fireplace waiting for Harold..
The cakes, jui-ce, wine and gl@ss cups were placed in front of them.
Irene smiled enjoying fireplace view.
“Do you enjoy staring at the fireplace that much?” Ivory asked her.
“Why?” Ivory asked.
“I just love it, doesn’t it look magical to you?” Irene asked.
“No,it’s just a normal burning fire to me” Ivory said.
for keeping you waiting” Harold finally walked in, ma-king his pres£nce known.
He had stood by the door for minutes watching the back view of his daughter and her nanny, though he had concentrated more on Irene’s back.
He loved how his robe looked on her,even if it trailed behind her like a wedding go-wn,it still looked so good on her.
“Finally you’re here” Ivory said.
“Wow!” Harold exclaimed, sighting the cake and his favorite wine.
He quic-kly sat down on the left side of ivory, Irene was on the right.
“I had to make sure Nola is asleep, you know she can just get up and go back to the kitchen to continue her sleep” Harold said.
“True” ivory laughed, cutting into her cake with a fork.
Harold poured himself some wine before eating the cake.
They ate and drank in silence,all staring at the fireplace and by the time they were done eating Ivory and Irene were alre-ady feeling sleepy.
Harold returned the dishes to the kitchen and washed them.
when he returned to the libr@ry,he found them laying beside each other, asleep.
The way Irene held Ivory in her arms while they sleep,one would think she was protecting her daughter.
She would be so perfect as a mother.
She’s not one yet but anyone would think she is whenever she’s with ivory.
Harold walked into his room and picked his blanket from his be-d, he covered them both with it. Kindly linvite your friends to like and follow our page #creativeafricantales
He added more woods in the fire and then sat,staring at them.
He smiled, these two are just so beautiful and adorable,even in their sleep.
Is he still going to deny the fact that he really admire Irene?
“Ivory get up. It’s late alre-ady” Irene said, staring at the wall clock in the libr@ry as she tapped Ivory gently.
Looks like they both fell asleep here, she wondered where Harold was and why he didn’t wake them.
Ivory stirred awake, yawning loudly.
“Get up Ivory,let’s go get you re-ady for school. There’s no much time left” Irene said getting up on her feet.
She pu-ll-ed Ivory with her and they both walked out of the libr@ry.
“Bye mum” Damien pe-cked his step mum.
He alre-ady got re-ady for school and he has helped her prepare her breakfast and lunch and he made sure everything she’ll be needing is close to her.
“Bye Dam” Mrs Neave smiled.
He waved before walking out of her room and then to the door.
He got outside and gently closed the door behind him.
He rushed to the bus station and luckily for him, he caught a bus.
All attention was on him as he walked in,most of the p@ss£ngers were students and just few were from his school.
The girls stylishly cleared the seat beside them for him while the guys stare daggers at him.
It’s not surprising, he always get that reaction.
He took an empty seat at the back and then stared out of the window as the bus moved.
He missed Irene, so much.
He can’t wait for weekend,he’s alre-ady saving chocolate ch!pcookies for her.
He smiled knowing she’ll be so excited.
“Hey” he heard a feminine voice said.
Girls always “hey” him every time.
“Hi” He said turning to the girl.
She’s pretty with soft brown eyes,high cheekbones and a proud nose, her blonde hair fell down her shoulders and her smalll-ips were in a smile.
From her uniform,he could tell she wasn’t a student of their school.
“I’m Mil” she said.
“Damien” He said, l!çk!ng hisl-ips and the girl almost went crazy.
“Can i t©uçh you?” She asked and Damien smiled.
“Oh..my, your smile is ma-king my broken heart come back together” The girl said and Damien laughed.
“plea-se make me yours alre-ady” Mil said, falling completely for him.
Damien is not surprised, it happens all the time.
“Mil!” A guy suddenly shouted,he was in mil’s uniform.
He approached the both of them at the back seat with ti-ght£ñed fist.
Everyone turned to them expectantly.
“She’s my girlfriend! Stay away from her or i will make your face a punching bag” The guy threatened.
“You’re not my b©yfri£ndAllen! We broke up alre-ady” Mil shouted.
“You broke up with me just now that this thing entered the bus. If he doesn’t get up beside you now,i swear I’ll beat him up” The guy said angrily.
“You’ll beat me up?” Damien laughed.
“I swear I’ll make you li-ck your @ss! ” Damien said calmly, winning the girls heart more.
“Ohh… really? Really? You this nincompoop! really?” Allen said.
“Just shut up alre-ady,am not to blame that you share resemblance with a monkey” Damien said and stood up, leaving Allen speechless.
Laughter erupted in the bus and Damien walked to the door.
He’s going to alight in the next bus st©p.
He walked into his cl@ss and gazes fall on him as usual.
Sometimes he just get fed up with the whole thing.
He replied to the “hi’s” and “hey’s” from the girls as he walked to his seat.
He sat down and dropped his backpack.
Opening his locker, love letters poured out.
“Not again!” He gro-an ed.
It’s lunch time and Dozens of girls offered to buy him lunch.
Most of them give themselves freely to him and some would just plead to k!sshim.
It’s just so crazy.
He had no male friend, the guys in the school hated him cause he has the girls attention the most.
Sometimes, he wished all the attention he’s always getting would just st©p and sometimes he’ll wish it never st©ps.
School’s over and Damien quic-kly picked his backpack and sneaked out.
He doesn’t want any girl to follow him home, he wants to spend enough time with his Mum.
He got to the gate and the gatekeeper opened it for him. He stepped out and sighed in relief that none of the girls had seen him.
“Hey Damien” he heard as he started walking to catch a bus.
It was no feminine voice, it’s definitely a male voice.
He turned and saw the man, he’s a hvge man clad in a black suit,black eye gl@ss and bald head.
He almost had the same resemblance with the guys that c@m£ to pick Irene on her first day of work.
But how did he know his name?
“What?” Damien asked.
“Would you like to come with me?” The man asked.
“No!” Damien replied bluntly and started walking away.
“It’s about your sister” The man said and that made Damien st©p.
He turned back to the man almost immediately.
“So would you like to come with me now?” The man repeated and Damien nodded.
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