Chapter 31: Chapter 31

•• Freddy. POV •••••••

I shudder out of sleep and my head is damn aching “Ouch!” I gentle wail. My gaze scrutinizes the unfamiliar room. Checking left and right, I stop at the rolex watch on my arm and the time shows few minutes pass 5 am.

The chocolate lady is sleeping next to me, wow! this was quite easy though. I check myself and everything is intact. My dick is well kept in my trousers so I didn't do anything stupid last night this reassures me. “What will a man not do, just to kill boredom!” I smirk as little flashbacks of last night popped into my mind.

I'm not so happy with myself for following her into this place, but as a whole I had some fun last night and it was quite good. She will continue to be my good distraction for my stay in this town. Yet, before the real game or the “Seize” starts I have to make the rules clear to her.

I gaze at her as she sleeps “she is quite beautiful and attractive even when asleep” mumble to myself with a malicious smile on while I caress her hairs as a conscious and romantic man.

Ladies!, we men fuck at any least opportunity while women claim to be more resistant than us but once you know the right words to them at the right time, they all fall for it as ants following sugar.

“Freddy! Ouch!!” she attempts rising but the fierce pain from her head hits her back in bed.

• • • • Sheila POV • • • •

The warmth from his gently touch unexpectedly wakes me up. I wake up with a huge smile on my face because he remains kind to me. it's wasn't alcohol. This means one thing, he has started liking me. I keep with the smile.

“Freddy, Ouch!” I cry resting in bed.

OMG, I didn't have to take this much alcohol.

“I have to leave now!” he picks his coat and hangs it on his shoulders “Make sure you rest well!” he kisses my forehead with that done,he immediately leaves to his driver who spent the night in the car.

Oh, poor driver.

I fall back asleep and later wake up to the sound of knocks on my door. My head aches seems to have reduced a little bit. My mind immediately flashes to Natasha as the knock on the the the door keeps persisting “she will kill me” I cry.

“Please, it's shouldn't be Natasha, please it shouldn't be Natasha...plss...” I keep crying.

“Ouch!” I get out of bed with some fierce pains and I move to the door.

“Hello, are you Miss Sheila?” he asks.

“Yeah” I nod.

“This is for you, please sign here!” he hands me over an envelope I take it and I rapidly sign “thank you miss!” he says. I simply nod and return to bed.

I carelessly drop the envelop on my little desk. I warn some coffee with some fry eggs and toasted bread. I seat on the desk unable to eat but I keep forcing myself to sip the black coffee which I'm not really a fan of but I heard it reduces the effects of alcohol in one’s body.

I pick up my phone to check if Natasha might have called me. I see the time is 8 am and I see no missed call. I'm having a class but I give up.

Later fall back asleep.

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While Natasha wakes up at 11 am. She finds herself alone in her bed. This makes her wondering around the house searching for me.

“Graham!” she quiver as she finds him cooking in the kitchen she wasn't expecting to see him.

“Please, do you have an Idea of where Sheila is?” she inquires.

“Freddy took her home while I took you home as well!” he pulls the chair off the kitchen slap for her. She walks closer and seats. He sets food on the table, handing her over a glass of hot coffee. “Thank you!” she nods.

“Sheila was supposed to sleep here, today is Dad’s birthday and we have to be there earlier in the day!” she cries.

“Don't bother, she’s find and probably sleeping by now. It's better you eat first!” he insists “Okay” she nods and she strives to eat.

Then knocks on the door.

“I think it's Sheila, we have to meet her!” she tries to step down from the slap but he stops her “it's fine! I will go check!” he gets to the door and he opens to...

“Good Morning it's Natasha in?” his voice gets unstable when he sees Graham, a sexy man getting out of her room.

“And you are?” Graham wonders with his query gaze fixed on him. “Luther!” he boldly retorts.

“Sorry Luther but Natasha is still asleep! Please come later or call her on phone. Have a nice day gentleman. Graham locks the door before Luther can offer one more word.

“Who is it!” Natasha scream.

Graham doesn't answer until he gets close to her “a certain Luther!” he carelessly retort as he seats back.

While Natasha rushes to the door. She steps out to nobody. Luther was long gone. She gets in very disappointed.

“Whats wrong?” he wanders like he doesn't understand.

“It's fine, I will be getting ready in my room” she picks the cup of coffee and moves to her room.

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I shudder out of sleep against. I check my watch and it's past 10 am. I rush into the bathroom. After that I prepare a small bag with some dresses in, ready to leave.

The envelope on the desk Flashes my sights and I halt to glance it before leaving to Natasha’s place.

I open the envelope, I pull the pages out. A something falls out of the envelope and rushes to the ground. I rapidly pick it up. it's a visit card, not any visiting card but that of Freddy. This hits my curiosity. I eagerly start reading the papers.

“(RELATIONSHIP CONTRACT... This contract is formulated and agreed by and between (Freddy Logan) and (........................). The terms of the agreement should always begin with (............) and must continue up to (..............). All the necessary relationship contract rules are as follows... Privacy solely between both parties)” I read.

I furious fling the papers to the wall foaming in wrath. Like what does he takes me for?.

He’s mad to think I will ever sign this rubbish. As if giving him the chance to fuck me isn't enough, now he wants me to sign this?. So is this how foreign people act when they're interested by a lady?

Weird!.

After reflection, I pick the papers from the group and I put it back in the envelope and I drop it back on my desk, leaving me red mad at him.

I finally reach Natasha’s apartments

“Where have you been for crying out loud?” she yells at me as she opens the door to let me in.

“Sorry I slept off the whole of this morning” I'm kind of agitated though I try to contain it.

“I'm mad at you Sheila!. Why did you allow me with Graham? tell me it wasn't to follow that playboy!” she hits me not too hard do.

“Freddy, my friend Sheila here has a crush on you!” I imitate her voice and faking and acting like I was drunk, lifting my hands to the ceiling like I hand a glass of whiskey in. “Like seriously Natasha?” I furiously widen my glance at her.

“This is what you did to me last night. It was damn embarrassing!” I bitterly remind her transferring my aggression on her and kinda blaming her for all that happened.

“Oh, no!” She holds her mouth with both of her hands in guilt as she watches me emitting her “I'm sorry Sheila!” she smiles but she really feels bad and ashamed of herself.

“I’m mad at you! now he’s aware of my weakness towards him. Who knows what he might be planning in his mind now?. You once told me that he’s a predator!” I get confused in my words as I don't want to tell her much about all that happened.

“I'm sorry Sheila, I didn't mean to!” she gets sick.

“It's fine! but please next time abstain from talking when you drink,- -- or don't drink at all!” I tease her now. “Sure!” She still feels bad.

“Sheila, no matter what stay far away from him. I don't want you to be one of his numerous victims. There are a lot of nice guys out there but surely not Freddy!” she keeps insisting like she has a personal issue with him. Like perhaps he broke her heart in the past

“Sure!” I nod in guilt.

“I'm damn hungry, now!” She exclaims “Same here, to think this money I didn't have an appetite!” I tell.

“Luckily Graham made me breakfast before leaving this morning but I wasn't feeling hungry and now it's like I can eat three cows alone” we stroll to the kitchen and we rapidly warm the food.

After eating we leave for her father’s house which I'm very much eager to see.