"No offense but aren't you going to answer my question?" he asked, his deep voice echoing.

"Hmm..Wait!" I moved forward and shut the door behind him. I led him to the couch and watched as he sat down. "How did you get my home address?"

He chuckled, "Chijioke told me. No...I mean to say I paid him a certain amount of money to get the information".

Mr Handsome is in my house and he asked me to be his girlfriend. Wow!

"I know I wasn't romantic with my question but could you give me a reply?"

"Um...Not now. I need to get dressed. This," I pointed at my towel. "Isn't proper".

His eyes swept up and down as he gazed at me. He shrugged and smirked, "It looks proper to me!"

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Then something is wrong with you!"

He chuckled and I glanced at his dimples before I shut the door behind me. I went to the mirror and stared at my reflection. "Why does this guy have the habit of appearing when I'm not well-dressed?" I asked, flailing my arms in the air. My lips curved upwards. "I look sexy sha!"

I walked to my wardrobe and picked a T-shirt and a jeans. I got dressed and returned to the living room.

"So...your answer?" he asked the moment I entered the room.

"What do you mean?" I shrugged.

"Okay! Fine! I'm willing to pay you for the time you spend with me and all the troubles you will face because of my family. Just say yes!"

"Pay me? I don't like that. It makes me look like a gold digger," I scrunched my nose and a look of disdain settled on my features.

He quickly waved his hand and added, "I don't see you as a gold digger. You aren't one. I just need you to say yes".

"Why?"

"I want to take a step towards your idea. I want to try it out"

"Like most guys say, there are many fishes in the ocean. So why me?"

"You're different from all the ladies I know," he replied in a leveled way.

"How?"

"First, I don't think you will be as obsessed as most girls have met. You don't look like the materialistic kind and I feel okay with you. I don't want to have a strange woman introduced to my family," he responded, gazing into my eyes.

"But I'm a stranger?"

He groaned in frustration. "Why so many questions?"

"Cos I like watching you feel uncomfortable!" I beamed and bounced on the couch. "It's fun!"

He cocked a brow and chuckled, "I also prefer you cos you make me laugh sometimes!"

"But I'm not funny"

"You act like a clown sometimes!" he jeered, pressing his lips together to suppress his laughter. His expression was damn cute. I had to look away when I felt...I feel weird saying this but....I felt like butterflies were spinning in my stomach...I didn't describe the feeling well but I know I felt weird.

I forced myself out of the silly thoughts in my head and exclaimed, "How can you call me a clown? That's a crime that is punishable under my law".

"You have a law?"

"Yeah! Never tease Anita or else she will tease you back. And I always endure that the person feels humiliated"

"So...I should be expecting my turn? You'll tease me?"

"Maybe I'll forgive you since you didn't know the law!"

He smirked. "I still see you as a clown! Anyway, what's your answer to my question? Is your answer..." he was cut short when a phone ringtone hummed in the room. It wasn't mine. I'm super sure because my phone doesn't have an IPhone ringtone. He picked his phone, glared at the caller ID and slid his fingers across the screen to accept the call.

His brows slowly drew together as he listened to the speaker. His pink lips pressed into a thin line and he gripped his phone tightly.

"I told you to cancel all my meetings today. I told you that I will be extremely busy. So what rubbish are you telling me now?" he growled. He was silent before he added, "But I can't come. I'm busy....Yes! It is more important than the meeting....No! I can't just leave....Who the hell are you? Why are you raising your voice?"

He groaned and let out a sigh. "So it is an important client? Fine! I'll be there. Just give me an hour....What? Tell the person to wait! Does he expect me to fly? There will be traffic. Just tell him to wait!"

Firstly, I haven't seen this side of him. And...Am I that important? My head is swelling like all those garri wey get starch.

He rubbed his face and sent a fake smile at me.

Without hesitation, I voiced, "I don't like fake smiles!"

He looked shocked for a moment and nodded.

"Aren't you gonna smile? If the meeting is important you can go. I'm not stopping you," I replied with a shrug.

"I'm not going anyway until you say yes!"

The corner of my lips quirked up.

I like this kind of game. It's usually fun. I'm gonna say no. What's he gonna do about it?

I was silent for a brief moment and asked, "And what if I say no?"

He paused and exclaimed, "You surprise me alot!"

"Do you like surprises?"

He sent a smile. "I kinda like it but right now, I don't. Just say yes"

"Na wa! You asked a question and I said no. Is it by force?" I voiced dramatically, clapping my hands like a typical market woman.

He shot both brows up. "You are saying no?"

"Did I say yes?"

He let out a long sigh. "You are not a woman of your word!"

That stabbed my heart. I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"You said you will help me, didn't you? So why are you making me beg?"

I shrugged and I could see the pain in his eyes.

I don't know why but I wanted to see how he would react if I said no.

He nodded. "I understand! You don't want to start a relationship"

"No! It's just that I don't want to accept yet. I am medical graduate and I am doing a residence program. I don't want to get to be distracted," this is what I would say if I allowed the logical me speak. But right now, I have gagged her. The playful and silly me is in charge for the day.

So join me and watch as I ruin my life. I don't need distraction since I am doing my residencu program. I want to be a surgeon and I need to focus but here I am preparing to say yes to a relationship I shouldn't have.

His phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID. He rolled his eyes and looked back at me. It rang again and he mumbled, "What's wrong with this woman?"

Curiosity made me to take his phone and look at the caller ID. Amarachi? Who is she?

He saw my questioning look and answered, "She is the obsessed woman. She calls me her fiance. Do you know she is wearing an engagement ring? I didn't even give it to her. How did she even get engaged?"

I smirked and picked the call.

"Hello?" I said with a sweet voice.

"Give the phone to my fiance!"

"Pardon?"

"Are you deaf? Give the phone to my fiance".

"Wrong number!"

"What?" Silence fell for a moment before she yelled. "Are you mad? This is the right number? Giving the phone to the owner jare! Who are you to touch my fiance's phone? Nonsense!".

"He can't talk to you now. He's busy," I replied in a business-like tone.

"If I slap you, your brain will correct. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"Yes! You are Amarachi and you are a single, desperate and lonely woman. And the big fact...the top HEADLINE is that you are not engaged to my boyfriend".

"Boy...Boy...Boy what?"

"You need cotton wool! Maybe try visiting a doctor to check on your ears," I sneered.

"Give the phone to my fiance!" she barked. I leaned away from the phone due to the earpiercing sound.

"Don't you know? He didn't tell you?" I gasped with a dramatic swirl. "Pele! You are talking about MY boyfriend and he is busy. If you are angry, go and hug transformer. Mtchew!"

"Boyf...Boyfriend...Wh...What.." she stammered, too shocked to reply.

I cut the call and glanced at Mr Handsome. He had a broad smile on his face. "Does that mean your answer is yes?"

I sent a cocky smile. "I always keep to my word. I said I will help you and that's what I'll do. Also, that woman needs a lady that will cause her headache. See the way she is talking to me. Mtchew!"

"That's an excellent news! Can you get me a paper and pen?" he voiced, clasping his hands as he relaxed on the couch.

"Sure!" I answered and stood up to get it. I returned and he quickly took them, scribbling words on the paper.

"Didn't you just ask me to be your girlfriend?" I asked.

He flashed a smile and replied, "Yes, I did!"

"Then, what are you doing with that paper and pen?" I pointed at it and cocked a brow.

"I'm preparing a contract for you to sign. I'm a businessman. I like to have written agreements," he said and continued to write words on the paper.

"That's bizarre!"

"You said you want to help me destroy my arranged Marriage. I want you to sign so that when you meet my crazy family, you won't be able to easily abandon me," he smirked.

"Your family can't be that bad!"

His shoulders shook as he let out barks of laughter. "Meet them first!"

"So what's the time duration of our relationship?"

"We will date for two months. You said you want to spice your life with fun. I will help you with that"

"This relationship will be easy. No feelings attached. It will be easy for me to break up with you," I mused and rubbed my chin.

"So will you sign?"

"Yep!" I said and rose to my feet. "Would you like me to get you something? Maybe a drink?"

He shook his head. I walked to the kitchen and got myself a glass of chilled orange juice.

I returned and sat beside him. "Mr Handsome!" I called.

He sent a confused look at me. "That's not my name, you know!"

"Don't blame me. Blame the guy would asked me to be his girlfriend and never thought it was important to introduce himself to me," I said and lifted my shoulder in a half-shrug. "What's my name?"

He paused and his eyss widened as it dawned on his that he didn't know my name. He opened his mouth but no words came out. "I can be dumb sometimes," he admitted and shook his head in disappointment at himself. He glanced at me with a pleasant smile and asked, "So pretty lady, what's your name?"

"Tell me yours first!" I insisted and sipped my drink as I watched him

"My name is Prince. Fully, I'm Prince Arinze!"

My drink flowed to the wrong part of my throat and I found myself coughing so hard. He rushed to my side and began to rub my back. I coughed for awhile and when I got myself, I asked, "What did you say your name is?"

His brows furrowed. "That's not important. Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital or something? The way you coughed is not normal".

"I'm a doctor. I'm fine and I am sure of it. So what's your name?"

He studied my expression and replied, "I just said my name is Prince".

This feels weird. Why is his name Prince? I know a person can have his name as Prince but the fact that Clara talked about me meeting my Prince. I feel strange about this. Could he be my Prince? Nah! Anita get you head out of the gutters. Think like a sensible woman.

"You know," he paused and looked at me. "I asked you to be my girlfriend when I didn't even ask for your name. Please forgive me for my ignorance but what's your name?"

"Anita!"

He nodded. "And English name?"

I was silent.

"What's your English name?"

I drew in a deep breathe and replied, "Princess!"

His mouth dropped. "For real?"

I slowly bobbed my head.

His bright black eyes widened.

I let out peals of laughter. "Nah! I was joking!"

"Oh! So what's your real name?"

I sighed and slowly let the words out. "A..n...g...e...l! My English name is Angel".

In a heart beat, he was laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"The way you said it and the fact that your name is Angel. Well...Like.....The name..."

I cut in, "Is not right for me? Are you implying that I shouldn't be called Angel? That I don't have an angelic personality?"

"No! It's just that...well...You don't look like the gentle kind. You're tough"

I smiled. "Thanks for the compliment but you don't know me that well. I'm angelic. Some of my patients see me as some angel because I'm sweet and loving to them".

"Oh, really? Then I guess I have to be ill to see your angelic side," he said with an attempt to tease me.

"Don't you know I am a precious gem? You better treasure me," I said, pushed my bottom lip out and folded my arms.

"Don't cry, Angel!" he teased.

"Do I look like I'm crying?" I exclaimed and lifted from my sitting position by hopping onto the couch with my knees pressed to the leather. I raised my hand to slap his arm and he was off the couch before I could.

"Do Angels slap?"

I gasped and nodded. "1 – 0. You are teasing me abi? I will do my own!"

"Try being a comedian. You will be perfect," he added and laughed.

"How am I funny now? You are just weird on your own. How can I be a comedian? I'm not even that funny. Chai!"

He chuckled. "Seeing your funny expression made me laugh!" he admitted.

"Hey!" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"My mouth are sealed!" he said, doing a motion that looked like he zipped his lips.

My eye widened and I burst into a raucous laughter.

Trust me! I'm gonna enjoy this relationship!

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