#NewStory
Attitude Meets Arrogance
Ā©Fideh
Ciara Kimani is a celebrity designer who is known for her bad attitude and good work…She always thinks she knows it all but she is soon to be proved wrong by Jordan Marcias the CEO to a multi billionaire company who thinks arrogance is the answer.. Just imagine what will happen when these two meet as they both hate to be wrong?????
Expect fire and ice, sugar and spice, h0t and cold kind of experience…..
š„ATTITUDE
MEETS
ARROGANCEš„
Episode 1
Ciara’s POV
I lazily got off my be-d, one look at the mirror, my head was just as bad.
I splashed some water on my face to feel refreshing and bitterly wished I could wash my br@ins free from toxins…
I don’t drink much but yesterday I couldn’t help it.
Yesterday was supposed to be the best day of my life, I was finally graduating from college but things didn’t go as I expected..
I thought my dad would forgive me for changing my course from engineering to fashion designing without his consĀ£nt after he saw I got first clas-s honours but an African dad is an African dad.
All I received was a h0t sl@p and disownersh!p. Yeah let me spell it out loud My dad disowned me when he found out that being a celebrity designer was not only a p@rt time job but something I planned to do all my life.
You know with African parents, they want you to fulfill their dreams without minding of what you want..
. But my parents didn’t get that liberty cause nobĀ©dy controls my life ap@rt from me.
. My life my rules.
And don’t ask if I feel bad??? Yes i do but sh-t happens and all I have to do now is move on and focus on my career.
I retreated un-der the duvet trying to call David for the tenth time now but he wasn’t picking up
. When I don’t nee-d him, he keep following me like a dog but when I nee-d some hvgs and cuddles he is nowhere to be found…
I sle-pt till late afternoon since I felt as if the blackest clouds over my head had no intention of clearing…
So I dragged myself up, took a quic-k shower and ransacked over my disorganised closet to find some descent thing to wear. I couldn’t tell if I had some clean clothes left since it had been a month when I did my laundry last. Yeah am disorganised, very disorganised.
It took like forever dressing up, my clothes were mixed up so I had to smell them up to find out which was clean which was not..
Finally I c@mĀ£ across a clean pair of ti-ghts and a black crop crop… Shrugging, I took the br@ I had worn yesterday from the floor, wore it, dressed myself up, put on my wig, a slight tĀ©uƧh of l!pgloss and I was good to go…
Max and Jane were watching an repeat episode of Selina in MaishaMagicEast, holding each other so close.
Who was Max and Jane??? They were my roommates and also my best friends. Don’t get things twisted, I live with them because I hate loneliness not because I can’t afford to live on my own.
“Hey lovebirds, I can’t believe you guys are watching this episode again???”
“I love Selina so much…” Max stated.
“And I love Biko alot…” Jane added acting all emotional…
“Okay, as for me I am heading to David’s house. That fool ain’t picking my calls…”
“plea-se be lenient with him, don’t let hell break loose…” Max wore a worried look
“I will try…”
When I arrived at David’s house, I could hear noises from the other side…
I just hope that son of a mother is not cheating on me because his next destination would be in hell…
I gathered all the courage I nee-ded and knocked the door.
Guess, who opened??? A beautiful petite who had the guts to wear my favourite T-shi-t..
My blood begun heating with rage and jealousy.
“And you are???” She asked chewing her gum very irritatingly..
“Excuse me???” I looked at her with burning reproachful eyes…
“Honey, you have a visitor..” She said turning around.
My head was calling all the catholic saints to forgive me for what I was to do next…
I pu-ll-ed her by the hair and dragged her inside…
“Where is David???” I asked before throwing her on the floor..
“Baby, what’s wrong???” David c@mĀ£ running with only a bo-xer on showing of his perfect bĀ©dy, wait my perfect bĀ©dy. It belonged to me..
“Baby???” I questioned disbelievingly.
“Ciara, what are you doing here???”
“You would have known I was coming if you had the nerve to pick up my phone fool…”
He begun stammering, scratching his head…
“David, what is this???”
He didn’t reply but helped the girl up and pushed her behind him…
“You are not going to answer me???” I took the flower vase beside me and threw it on the floor.
“I told you if I ever find out you were cheating on me I would kill you…”
I begun throwing tantrums and insults at him together with the pillows and everything that was around me…
“Ciara, calm down…It’s now what you think…”
“Not what I think, she is in your house and wearing my favourite T-shi-t..” My anger was a scalding fury…
“But I will teach you two a lesson…” I threatening re-ady to pounce on her but David held me back…
“David, I want this girl out of here. I am your girlfriend..” I tried reminding him because it seemed he wasn’t sure who I was to him.
But he just held me back as I tried throwing kicks and sl@pping that girl but she was out of reach…
“Baby, go to the room. I will deal with this..” David shamelessly stated and the girl shamelessly nodded…
“You called her baby???” I murmured sadly dropping my hands off the air..
“Yes she is pregnant…”
I pushed him away and staggered back.
“I thought you un-derstood why I didn’t want to have babies…”
“It’s not that, it’s her i love…”
“What about me??? What about us??? I thought we had a future…”
“I am sorry but I can’t keep up with your craziness…You are too crazy for me..”
I could feel tears burn behind my eyes but I wasn’t the kind to cry… I draw my sadness, sing my sadness and drink my sadness….
“I hate you…” I begun sl@pping his che-st and trying so ha-rd to bite him but the effort was meaningless….
“You are crazy, just get out…” David yelled pushing me out,” I don’t want to see you again..” He slammed the door on my face…
“I hope that baby dies…”
“I wish you two never be happy..”
I shouted behind the door and the next thing that followed was him throwing my things at me, “Just go…”
*******š„ATTITUDE
MEETS
ARROGANCEš„
Chapter 2
Ciara’s POV
My eyes bec@mĀ£ glas-sy with tears but I chose not to cry..
Crying was for the weak girls who didn’t un-derstand the term strong.
Yes he cheated but that didn’t mean it was the end of the world…
In the first place, why was I with him??? It can’t be the s-x…Trust me it was bland and boring…
Oooh yeah!!! He helped me so much when I begun my career and that made me feel indebted and in love…
I walked down the Cas-sandra street having all sorts of crazy ideas in my mind…
Was I the only one in love??? For how long have they been d@t!ng???
I hope they both get struck by lightning. I hope he grows fat..I hope his d-ck falls off…
One moment I was walking listening to heartbreak songs and the next I was lying in a puddle of mud…
“Oooh sh-t….” I swallowed my other words after seeing the perfect being take off his helmet and shook his tousled dark hair which was thick and lvstrous to its perfect messy shape…
He had an almost symmetrical face, smooth, spade shaped beard, natural warm un-dertone skin and to add it up hazel eyes…
Like have I ever met a handsome guy with hazel eyes before??? He was the first but his features showed he was kinda a mixed race…
“Hey,” I sĀ£nt him a weak smile..
“Would you care to stand up??? I wanna know if you are hurt…” He rudely replied…
“You should help me up
. You are the one who threw me here…”
“Young girl, that’s what you get for being absĀ£nt-minded on the road…So are you hurt??”
“Why do you care???” I managed to stand on my feet…
“Because you middle clas-s people love to be dramatic. One moment you are okay and the other you are busy looking for me claiming I broke your bones…”
In a spur, I hated that handsome man… He was a product of the devil and the angel of death herself.
“Don’t worry, this one doesn’t bother arrogant men…” I tried wiping the mud off but all in vain..
“Okay…” He wore his helmet and got back on his bike but I wasn’t re-ady to let him go that easily…
I begun collecting the mud and hitting him…
“How am I supposed to get home all muddy????”
“How will I walk down the streets looking like the ghost of gabatura????”
“You are crazy, stĀ©p!!! Are you being serious???”He cried out walking towards me..
He took his helmet off again, “Do you know who I am???”
“Do you know the hell of a day I have had???”
“How dare you hit me with that disgusting mud??”
“How dare he cheat on me???”
“What are you even talking about??”
“Why did you throw me in that puddle of mud?? Did David sĀ£nd you to ru-b it in???”
“You are really crazy…Are you sure you don’t have borderline disorder???” He begun shaking me while my eyes were focused on those perfectl-ips which were ripe for k!ssing..
“Do crazy people do this???” I smiled wickedly smearing the mud on my hand on hisl-ips…
“F-ck sh-t!!! What wrong with you??” He staggered back and I ran…
He would have followed me if he wanted to but i guess he thought I was crazy…
I walked for a while before I could get a motorbike that was willing to carry a girl who looked like she just resurrected from horror…
“Hey, what happened to you???” Max asked when I got inside the house.
“A handsome man happened…”
“Give us the ju-icy details. Did you get his number??? Did you get his name???” The lovebirds begun jumping up and down in excitement…
“He ate mud…” I replied dryly and went to my room….
“Are you okay??” Jane asked throwing me my night cream when I got out of the shower.
“Is it that obvious???”
“We saw it…” Jane showed me an Instagram post of David and his girlfriend where he claimed he was happy to soon be a father..
“Okay..” I said coldly and sank into be-d..
“You know we are here for you if you nee-d anything…” She as-sured hvgging me..
“Thank you and plea-se switch off the lights on your way out..”
When I was sure Jane had gone, I sat upright and begun sulking about David… He never posted me on social media, was I a side chick??? My eyes were filled with tears was more but I manage to fight them.
He wasn’t worth my tears and I wasn’t gonna cry..
Yes my heart was shattered, my che-st was heavy with sob but I wasn’t gonna become a weakling…
I was about to cover myself and sleep when my phone pinged with message after message..
>>Brian Hey Ciara, I have some good news.
>>Brian Call me Asap, it’s urgent.
>>Brian Are you asleep???
>>Brian Girl this news is h0t..
Brian was kinda of my manager. I didn’t pay him but he always found jobs for me…
“Hello??? WhatsApp??” I asked the moment he received the call.
“Guess what???” He screamed excitedly.
“Come out with it, I have had a rou-gh day…”
“Jaxon Marcias wants you to be his designer for his next albu-m which is to be launched in two months..”
“Jaxon Marcias,the same famous singer or another Jaxon Marcias???”
“The only one you know Boo, he saw your work and ordered that I find you…Girl, I am so happy for you..”
“So when do I start???”
“Tomorrow. I am sĀ£nding you the address asap…plea-se don’t be late…”
“Okay…”
Ladies and gentlemen that’s what we call favour and luck… I have worked with alot of celebrities before but Jaxon Marcias was on another level.
He was like a god and me working with him was a lifetime achievement…
He had a twin brother who ventured more on artistry and an arrogant big brother who I didn’t care much about…
Watch out Nairobi, I am about to paint this town blue….
TBC….