Uruo left yesterday on an early morning flight. I had to remind myself everything was going to be okay.

She wasn't the one that seemed disturbed I was, returning home I tried going back to study or delve into a new fictional world but I couldn't my mind won't focus.

Using chores as a distraction, which was one way I could get them done, I retired to bed primal to the time I often did and called it a day when I had went over the details Uruo sent and gave Clint a call.

He didn't hide his displeasure at the fact of me going in Uruo's stead and spoke to me like I was his sworn enemy, which was also normal because his attitude wasn't any of my concern.

Clinton was going to be at my doorstep in a few minutes, he scheduled today to be the perfect time for me to get acquainted with the place I would be going to this coming weeks.

I straightened the beige coat hovering the black body con dress having a small slit from the left side of my lower thigh, the heels I had on clicked against the floors as I sauntered to the front door on seeing a call from Clint.

Right on time.

Stepping out I ensured the doors were locked, getting passed the porch and through the gates, the sleek navy blue Porsche and  model I have no idea about glimmers under the warm daylight.

The air was chill after the heavy rain shower around dawn, the beauty of the machine was unmatched, definitely screaming money.

Few metres away from the tinted glass that gave a view of only my reflection and not the occupants of the car, his chaffeur comes around with a tip of his hat whilst his hand twists around the handle.

His warm gesture warms my heart, returning a fuller one, I cast a glimpse at his aged features one I guessing held years of experience.

Gray hairs hid under the blue themed hat, gloves covered his hands, the wired earpiece in his ears disappeared into his blue suit.

Eyes of light blue glanced into mine for a brisk second, growing comfortable into the luxurious care I've been talked into, I take off my purse and rest it on my laps, taking my hand out for a hand shake, "good day, Mr Clinton" his large hands wrap around mine in a warm greeting.

The distasteful tone of his was gone as he tosses forth a conversation for me to partake in, an easy exchange that causes him to flash me a grin, the smile lines around his lips reveal themselves.

It's easier to tell him sweet things about my best friend, who he has been trying to win even a date with.

He pushed back the lengthy tendrils of black hair falling into his eyes, some found there way back, kissing his light porcelain skin, he settles his hand back on the arm rest by his side of the door, a chain watch dangled on his wrist.

Clint's laugh dies down post telling him a lame joke my dad had told me, he sighs "by the way Ana, you can call me Clint"

I eye him skeptically, "are you sure? Or is it another means to land a date with my friend?"

He doesn't hesitate, staring back right back at me, "Yes and is it working?"

We cachinnate in unison the nice scent engulfing his car gives me a sense of ease than I thought I would ever be in, with Clint.

The drive was a smooth one, his chauffeur being skilled with steering unlike most uber drivers I've come across that had me wishing I invested more in getting a car than in the books pouring out of my bookshelf.

When we take a turn, Clint reaches for one of the compartments and takes out a novel, stroking his clean shaven chin he thrusts the item infront of, "Uruo mentioned you loved books, here, a thank you for agreeing to help my soon to be wife"

Placing my hand over my chest to show how touched I was as he thought of using my interests to maybe push me into convincing my friend to accept his proposal, I concluded one thing, "thank you so much Clint" which was him getting way ahead of himself.

He takes out a fancy bag and places the book into it, handing my gift over to me. Searching it, I find bookmarks, a new led lamp for reading and colorful highlighters.

Skimming his fingers through the cufflinks of his well tailored tux, he interrupts my fawning "you'll be meeting only the girl you were hired to tutor, my friend has important business to attend too" I nod in understanding, if he was someone like Clint he'll probably be confined in the four walls of an office unlike me who has her nose buried in lots of gigantic textbooks and books.

His would be in work,  implementing ways to triple the zeros in his account, rich people doings.

Clint wanted to make sure I knew my way and most importantly wanted to prove a point to my friend who was miles away looking after her grandma.

I make a mental note to give her a call later, wearing a smile, I turn to face him again the curls pouring on my shoulders bounced back and forth, I got up early to fix my locs into curls coupled with its length it wasn't an easy task still everything worked out fine, "I'm okay with just that"

He nods, rubbing his chin the ping from his phone steals his attention. My eyes find themselves going to the window capturing the view outside, the fancy gates opening has me taking out my mirror and rechecking my lipstick.

I went with something nude to compliment the light make up I applied, my brows were brushed upwards in its softly arched nature, a winged liner darker than the shade of eye shadow on my eye lids.

Thomas. Who I learnt is Clint's driver's name, stopped at the entrance of the villa, he goes to Clint's side first, then comes to mine.

Whispering a low thank you, he has on the same smile he offered me the first time our eyes met.

Steading the hand of my purse against my shoulder, I fix my hand into his open one, he reduces his pace as we climb the stairs, he mumbled out "one step at a time please, I don't want Uruo to have my head"

I give a breathless chuckle, this man was far from whipped, his love struck expression has my mind wandering back to a memory I prefer being in the dark than brought back to my present.

A time I thought I knew what love was.

He gives the wooden door a light knock twice, before the door reveals the middle aged lady in a maid uniform, her curls were wrapped in a firm bun the kind I cried over when my mum has me sat in between my laps as she styled my hair.

The wrinkles appear on the lower parts of her face as she gives us both a full blown grin, the kind that warms my heart.

She pulled Clint into a hug and now I notice how tall he is, added with his tux that just doesn't do him justice, this man right here was a real eye candy, one my friend was too blinded to take note of.

Once in a while when his name got dragged into any of our conversations, she'll often admit how handsome he was coupled with the fact that he was older, though not with much years he was also one of those kind of people born into generational wealth.

The interaction between the gorgeous caramel toned lady and Clint held my interest, she brushed him off and shut the door which I take that as my cue to follow him.

I stopped on my tracks as she appeared in front of me, "you must be the one Clint always talks about" with that the man in question sighs, a dragged groan came from his lips, "Lucy, how many times did I tell you that's only between the both of us"

Nevertheless he walks ahead of us through the hallway littered with antiques- tables, vases, paintings that have me in awe.

Lucy and I walk in sync passing by the reception room, as she indulges me in a light conversation, she faces me, a look of pure admiration shone in her eyes, "you are indeed a breath taking young lady"

We proceed to use the stairs, being thankful for the compliment I return one as well. Voicing how intricate and precise the brown swirls in her eyes are, it's compelling beauty tossed my brain around for words to use to describe it yet none seemed to suffice, "thank you, you also are a beauty to behold"

She gives a light laugh, an airy one than leaves the constrains of her mouth, not forced but true, "nonsense, you are utterly captivating, but Clint never mentioned you having locs, trust me he would have"

Now it's my turn to give a silent laugh, "that must be my best friend he's talking about" making sure Clint is a good distance away, I lower myself and use my hands to cover my mouth as I whisper into Lucy's ears, "I do know he is smitten by her"

Lucy's expression justified my words, she nodded in acknowledgement, talking with Lucy was something I could do all day as far as the topic involved a brooding man few feet away from us.

When she was about to share something more to heighten our small talk, Clint's rigid expression holds a sneer, his eyes landed on us which forces us to act like the detailed painting hanging on wall is far more interesting than laughing at his antics and vague pursuit of love.

He carries an ambiance one could tell it never faltered still he manages to wear his heart on his sleeve.

"Lucy can you please go get Jae" it came off more like an order than a request, he led us into the cozy confines of the living room, one, I've never seen before that enthralled my breathe in one go.

I was no interior decor analyst but I knew when something was of class and the sight before me was beyond that.

It had a touch of contemporary to its classic decor.

The plush leather seats shined in ways I never thought possible, small dangling chandeliers, attached at a corner of the thirty feet ceiling, the curved sofa by the paranomic window displays a softness, calling me in.

How exquisite could this be?

He assumes the neutral colored chairs and pats the one next to him for me, Lucy chooses that moment to brace us with her presence followed by a younger girl behind her.

She stopped by the screens parting the living and dining room, Jae, I presume took the third empty seat left, her olive skin glowed, chestnut waves flowed down her back as the sides of her hair were clipped by cute hairpins.

The silk pink dress fitted her petite frame, her small eyes had a thin layer of black eyeliner drawn across them, not too heavy just perfect, with the slight blush smeared over her cheeks matching the pink shimmering lipstick.

Her piercing brown eyes reflected a certain glow in them, the warm gaze she casted on me drew a smile from me, her beauty was ravishing.

To think I'll be meeting her older brother, the thought intrigued me. It somehow became my sole mission to figure out who was the more beautiful sibling between the two.

Or if her brother could be the male older version of her.

Clint reached for the bubbling glass of champagne Lucy whispered a younger girl dressed in a light blue dress and apron to pour.

He handed me a glass, before he gets a brief sip of his, setting his cup back down on the round low stool, he gestured with his hand pointing at me, "Jae this is Ana," then he looked up at me giving me yet another grin, "Ana met Jae, my friend's younger sister"

We both get on our feet and hug for a second which gives me the chance to glimpse back at Lucy who showed me her two thumbs.

Quin's butterscotch scent lingered around me when we split apart, I flash her a smile, she does that too and speaks, "you are so pretty, what kind of wig do you have on?"

Taken aback, Clint and I shared a look, he's quick to infere but I don't let him as I stop him by placing my hand above his saying it's fine

A little curiousity never killed anyone.

"Jae darling, it's my real hair" the surprise in her eyes doesn't surprise me, "it's really pretty, I liked how you got it all curled up"

We fall into a easy confab, I got to know more about Jae, leaving me with more intel on the teaching method to approach, she seemed like the kind to remain focused and somehow get confused.

Which wasn't new to me, she reminded me of my younger self who overworked herself. And I was going to help her with that.