Chapter 19: Chapter 19

DANTE

JANELLE'S POV

The company closed earlier than usual, yeah, it's Friday, so, it's worship day for the Muslim folks. I was walking around my office. *My office*. The big surprise Delilah was about spilling to me was the office. I was given a personal space for myself. It felt really nice to have a space to myself, putting my things anyhow I want and not hearing a fuss from other ladies on how I'm meant to manage my own space.

Far from it, it really looked exquisite.

I was bent over my desk arranging my stuff which I would go back home with, in between trying to make a sketch of how I would want the office to be.

There was no rush about it, Mr Rahul, the manager of Bella's Modelling Agency had told me to make a sketch of my dream office. Seems like all my dreams are gradually coming through.

"Lani?, You still ain't done?", that was the barging voice of Delilah.

"You should have been a little more patient, was almost done... and..... you should have knocked too", I teased.

"Knocked?, That's for strangers to do, not me", she paused, placing her both hands by the side of her hips.

"So?... I'm almost done.... almost...... and ..... done", I guffawed.

"Yeah, so we're all set for this night party, I'm fûcking sure you won't want to miss this for anything in the world", She blurted.

"Party?", I questioned.

"You and I, we never had any discussion about us going to any party, and you of all people know I don't like all this social hangout stuff and the rest of them", I placed my handbag over my shoulder, pausing to look at her.

"Damn girl, are you serious?", I questioned, shock marred over my face.

"You should have at least let me know, I can't please... maybe some other time, but for today, please I need to speak....", I didn't continue further. I was about to spill the biggest secret of my life. I was seconds away from giving myself out, telling her I wanted to speak to my kids, as Friday was the only time I had to speak with my kids for a very long time.

"You would want to speak to your dad about it first?, Funny, but he would eventually let you go...., stop acting like a kid. You don't mean to tell me your dad is that over protective?", her brows furrowed.

"Nooo, I really need to sleep, this week has been so hectic for me, and next week would be more than this week", I divulged immediately.

"You could even take a rest for the whole of next week...., I mean... didn't you read the contract before signing it?", She questioned.

I raised my brow in consternation and surprises, "What's about the contract?", I asked, pausing by the door to my office.

""You should go over it again, please do come", she said walking past me to the door.

"Montreal city, 9:00 pm, don't miss it....", she paused turning to look at me from head to toe.

"Be at your best, wear some dirty, sexy outfit.. Anyways, you don't need to worry about that, I would come over, do you some make over and sprinkle some magic on you", she whizzed with her head, snapping her fingers, like an overdo.

She winked at me, before saying, "Dante's got the hots on you, don't let him down", she chuckled.

I was going to stop her and ask who she was talking about, but seemed like she knew I had lots of questions whirling through my head to ask her.

Good for her.

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"You need to go, I don't want to hear any excuse from you, you should go, nothing should stop you from hanging out", Renee scolded from over the phone.

"Renee....", I drawled, twirling my hair, already Delilah was already here, but she was watching movies in the sitting room. Told her to give me some time to wash up.

She never backs down. Typical Delilah.

"Renee what!!", she exclaimed.

"It's not it, I just don't feel like going, I really don't want to... I really don't. It kinda feels weird", I shrugged.

"Weird?", she scoffs, rolling her eyes to the back of her head and smacking her lips hard.

"Where in the world was it written it said that trying to hangout with friends is weird... tell me, I really what to know, or...., it isn't even an assumption, you still worry about him seeing you. Mrs Janelle Zadir....", I interrupted her immediately from speaking further.

"Miss", I countered.

"There was never a legal divorce, there wasn't even a divorce", Renee sniggered.

"Yeah remind me about that", I hissed, combing through my curls with my hands.

"Babe, it ain't about him right now. It's about you, you should have fun while you're still young, go out, meet some young guy, have fun with him, then please... just call it a day. The children would never blame you, it isn't your fault, you are young, the hormones are there, so please.... sometimes you just have to think about yourself first, always put yourself first", she emphasized.

There was every bit of truth in what she was saying, but, but... the part where she said the children would never blame me, it's wrong. I don't even after with that part.

The kids would always blame me. They would blame me, for keeping them away from their father, he doesn't know about them, if he knew he wouldn't even let me out of his sight for once...

"Even after he thinks you cheated on him?", Renee chortled. It was like thigh she was reading my mind.

He wouldn't even believe they are his, unless he saw them grow, like they are now, unless he had seen the big resemblance between him and them, he wouldn't believe. So I was sure while they were still in their foetus form, he would have sent me out.

"There's still a huge difference Renee, for the fact that he doesn't know about them, and I didn't even try letting the kids know about their father, that's where the big difference lays..... I really I'm so confused", my brows etched with worry, fear creasing my brows as to what and how Rashid Zadir would do if he knows he fathered two children.

He would hate me more.

For the hating part, I was afraid, I was scared of it, he has hated me enough, and anything worse than that would be pure loathe, as a regard of my mistake and a selfishness on my part.

"I'm...

"Yes, you are ready..... I know you are, right now, there's nothing I'm hearing from you, you are going to the club with me, no excuse, because I won't even take it", Delilah declared, after having barged into the room.

"Ohh yeah", I joined in, I was finally going to give in to a new life, having being in locks long enough, it was high time I also tasted freedom.

"For how long?", My subconscious mocked.

"You would better not try anything funny now you have the chance", I blinked my eyes twice to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, but no, I wasn't. That was my subconscious talking.

I was twirled, whirled and turned, until I had become a baked cake, baked with powder and lipstick, a baked fashion model... weird, haven't heard of such right?, Really that was how I looked like now.

"Pèrféctò", Delilah gasped in surprise. "I'm loving the new you", she whispered softly in my ear.

"You would be amazed at who would be waiting for you in the club", she said, and I wanted to question her just like I earlier wanted to do in the office, but she hastily brushed me off, leaving my unasked questions unanswered.

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Montreal club!!!.

It was buzzing with activities, even from outside you could hear the noise coming from within the club, I only had heard of the club, but I've never been here.

It looked so unreal, until a pinch on my bare arm brought me to reality, that I wasn't day dreaming, it's more than real.

I'm here physically. Delilah smiled at me before handing our gate pass to the bulky, hunky men that stood at the doorway, with a rather not smiley look imprinted on their face.

The light skinned one looked at me from head to toe, like though he was sizing me up as to how I would fit, fit to where?. I maintained a refrained pose, not wanting to give in to the lurch of fear and anxiousness, going on in the pit of my stomach.

We walked into the club, I was dressed in a red dress that stopped mid thigh, it had a very sensual effect on me, my sun kissed thigh was left open for the wild imaginations of both the ladies and men in the club.

Yeah ladies and gentlemen. "Scoffs", - cause they sure looked like the gangbang type.

We walked over to the bar, where Delilah had me sit, while she ordered for drinks.

"Dòn Mãrtîní", she ordered.

"No please, something soft", I pled, knowing what happened to me when I get over the edge, I had made that mistake once and I wasn't about to make that again.

I decked my head to my left, taking in the contours of the nightclub and the ladies there, who danced recklessly and wantonly to the music playing.

When..... when my eyes met with the most greyish orb eyes I had ever seen in my life, my breath got caught in my throat... this was rare and....

"Him?", Delilah whispered against my ear, tucking the soft tendrils of hair that pooled around my forehead to the back of my ear.

I couldn't even reply her, I was lost in his bottomless greyish eyes, my lips parted open of their own accord....

Was it my hormones, or I was just over reacting?.

"That's Dante", she finally said.

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