"What? Stop staring. It's rude."

His gaze moved from her shy eyes to her fingers that wouldn't stop dancing with each other. He shifted his amused eyes back to her face and an obvious simper escaped his lips.

Tomiwa buried her face in her hands and the groan that followed made him burst out into a full-fledged laughter.

"God! This is so embarrassing." Her hands found her disarrayed wig and tugged on it not so gently.

"Calm down before you pull out all the hairs on your wig."

"You're not helping."

"Madam Tomiwa, you should have thought of that before deciding to show us how terrible your acting skills are." Femi was taunting her, and for some reason, she didn't have the appropriate comebacks this time around.

As much as she hated the strong antiseptic smell that filled the room they were seated in, she couldn't bear to leave. She would rather jump through the window and break her two legs.

"I feel cramped," she sighed. "It's suffocating."

Femi's eyes fell back to her face and they seemed to have moved from amused to concerned. Without saying a word, he left the room briefly and came back with a pink-themed Korean traditional hanbok. She stared at him like he had gone nuts when she finally understood what he was trying to do.

"Femi Coker, you seriously want me to wear that?"

He frowned, "Do you want to leave here or not?"

She paused, contemplating whether she should take it or not. She reluctantly pulled the dress from his hands finding her way towards the bathroom to change.

His soft gaze on her made her a bit shy as she tried adjusting the hanbok that was draped on her body like it was specially made for her.

"So beautiful....."

"Huh?" He cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat, taking his fluttering eyes away from her.

"I.. I... You should be thanking me for this rare opportunity."

Tomiwa rolled her eyes, "Does it look good or not?"

It's perfect.

"Does it matter? Please let's leave this place. I'm famished."

"You're so rude," Tomiwa hissed, moving behind him as they walked towards the parking lot.

After a lot of back and forth, they rode together in Femi's car to Ikeja City Mall but only after she had picked a new set of comfortable clothes and a pair of white sneakers from the backseat of her car.

Tomiwa's inside bubbled in excitement when her eyes found the familiar sign written at the top of the cream coloured building; IKEJA CITY MALL.

"Someone will think you just found yourself on the streets of heaven with that look of excitement on your face."

She turned to Femi with a glare, the smile disappearing like it wasn't there in the first place. Femi let out a humorous chuckle.

So cute.

"Relax sweetheart. It's nothing personal."

"I'd rather not waste my energy on you." But that was exactly what he wanted. The ride had been too quiet, even the Ed Sheeran playlist he put on at some point was of no help.

"Even as I fine like this?" She almost choked on her saliva. She paused, took a good look at him before allowing herself to drown in a pool of hysterical laughter.

"Abeg, don't delude yourself. You that resembles a sixteen year old boy." He brought the car to an abrupt halt that made Tomiwa's face almost hit the dashboard. After thanking Jesus for saving her spotless face from the trauma, she turned to Femi with an angry glare that would have sent a fancy bullet straight to his head assuming her eyes housed one of those. "Are you mad? Do you want to kill me?"

Femi only let his piercing gaze feed her soul. He only intended to make her falter but he found himself falling over again for her. He held her captive. For the first time, he could see himself in her brown eyes, the eyes that held his in a soft gaze. It was like a staring competition but this time around, the tension in the air could not be escaped.

Like a melodious synchrony, their hearts raced at the same pace. It was so loud that they could hear its faint thumping. Slowly, her eyes dropped to his full lips. His heart jumped higher when he noticed this single act.

She wanted to kiss him. His charm was working!

Just a few inches for their lips to meet, the honk of a car behind them tore them apart not so nicely.

"Shit," Femi cussed.

Who is that bastard? Femi was already killing the driver of the 2005 Toyota Camry in his head. He drove the car out of the way, parking it in a secure spot and then killing the engine.

He slowly turned to a flustered Tomiwa with a smirk, his voice coming out lower than he planned, "A sixteen year old boy wouldn't do that to you, Iretomiwa."

"I...I.. You..." The words just weren't forming.

Femi laughed out. He couldn't believe she was as flustered as she was and weirdly he watched gaze at him with the softest look ever. Like she was admiring him.

"You still owe me that kiss, you know." He bent towards her, taking off her seatbelt like he was doing a strip tease.

She coughed, batting her short eyelashes at him, "In... In your dreams." She picked her bag and her change of clothes and hurried out of the car.

It took a while but they settled in Casper & Gambini's restaurant where they ordered the Chef's special menu. It came with a lot of colourful side dishes that kept Femi holding a spoon for almost thirty minutes without any chance to even get a bite out of the food.

"This is so sooo pretty....." Tomiwa drawled, positioning her camera for another click.

Femi groaned for the upteenth time, moving his spoon towards the porridge to steal a bite but the painful smack along with the deadly glare he received made him withdraw his hand immediately.

Tomiwa positioned her camera again, searching for 'the perfect' angle. "Can't you be patient? The food is not running."

"Madam Tomiwa, I'm hungry. At least let me have this food in peace. I didn't get to taste that Korean dish because of you."

She gave one last look at the pictures she took and Femi could see how pleased she was at her photography skills.

She leaned into her seat and picked up her own spoon. "Please, help yourself, before everyone will hear that I made you starve."

Femi chuckled. She was cute. "Yes, ma'am."
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Tobechukwu drove into his large compound utterly exhausted but somehow his body squirmed in anticipation. He didn't want to admit how he was looking forward to her company.

The silence that hit him when he walked in was deafening. Tomiwa was a loud girl, there was no way she would keep a house this quiet.

"Iretomi...." He started, but decided against it. He left his office bag on one of the grey seaters and took his time to look for her in every nook and corner of his house but there was no single sign of her existence.

He found his way back to the white and grey aesthetically designed, large living room to retrieve his phone from his bag. He took in deep breaths trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't stop tapping his left foot in annoyance.

He dialled her number.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

He groaned loudly in anger, flinging his phone towards the door. Fortunately, it was caught by his favourite white sofa at the far end of the living room.

"Fuck!!!!"

She was ignoring his damn calls.

He moved his fingers through his hair every second, distorting the waves that have been in place since he brushed his hair that morning. He could swear that she was with another dude who was probably drilling his way through his orgasm.

He had to find her.

He dashed out of the building and halted in front of his car. He found a tremendous idea that got him walking back into the house feeling very enthusiastic.
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"Awwww.... I honestly love, love it when I see guys that watch K-dramas." Tomiwa couldn't get over the fact that Femi was one of the biggest K-drama male fans.

It was almost dark and they were both seated in Femi's car enjoying the evening's cool breeze, as well as some K-pop songs from the car's stereo.

"I wish to have a husband that's also a K-drama fan." She said dreamily. "We'll go on K-drama movie dates, K-events and even travel to Korea for several vacations."

Femi stood up from the car seat and faced her, adjusting his clothes and wiping off invisible dirt from his clothes. "Wish no more, baby. Your husband is here."

Tomiwa let out a mocking laughter. "Sorry, I don't do beardless guys."

Femi frowned, falling back to his seat. "Wow. Who knew not having beards could be this unfortunate? I thought you were in love with the Korean type of male beauty."

"Well, I am but....."

He moved his face closer to hers. "Tomiwa, look at me very well. Am I not fine enough for you? Am I not good enough to be by your side?"

Tomiwa opened her mouth several times but she couldn't speak. The man in front of her was truly Lee Jae Wook with dark skin. She noticed the tiny scar above his eyebrows and couldn't help running her thumb over it.

"What happened to you here?" She found herself whispering.

"Window glass louvres. We used to have those in our house when I was little."

She placed her lips on it. Not that she did it intentionally. It was calling her, the scar wanted her lips to soothe it. "It's beautiful."

"Your lips are beautiful. I've been dreaming of kissing them all my life." His voice was at its lowest pitch ever.

Tomiwa chuckled. "So why haven't you kissed them?"

He knew she was giving her permission but he wanted her to be sure. "Your permission, Tomiwa. I've not gotten your permission to."

She let her eyes meet his in an assuring gaze. Femi pushed himself forward and let his lips touch hers in a brief kiss. He pulled back a bit to look at her face.

Just then, Tomiwa's phone started vibrating but none of them seemed to care.

"Tomiwa can't you choose me? Not my father's business, not my father, just me. I know it's a weird time to say this but I have feelings for you. Feelings that run deeper than the deepest ocean. I just want to be with you, go on fun dates with you and......."

Tomiwa moved back a bit. "Can we not talk about that?"

"Okay, but......"

Tomiwa's phone started vibrating again and this time she couldn't ignore it. The name that appeared on her screen made her jump out of the car in panic, reminding her that she wasn't supposed to be there being all mushy with Femi. She hurriedly started picking up her things.

"Tomiwa, what's wrong? What's going on?" She ignored him, reaching for her bag she placed at the backseat of his car. She stood up and began walking away hurriedly.

Femi walked behind her until he was able to get hold of her hand. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Tomiwa?"

"I'm sorry, Femi. I have to go?"

"Why? Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, not at all. I just have to go, Femi. You have to understand."

Femi had a feeling it was 'him'. But he didn't want to ask. His heart dropped into his stomach. She was still with 'him'. "You don't have to go, Iretomiwa."

"I'm sorry." She pulled her hand away from his grip and he could swear he was hyperventilating.

"At least, let me drop you off." The cab she ordered pulled up just in front of them and she hurriedly hopped in without giving Femi an answer.

Just as she highlighted from the cab, a message that left her feeling irritated made her phone beep.

If I don't see you in this house in the next thirty minutes, I'm calling your father.

Of course. That's how he was. He lacked simple humanity.

Making sure that her car was in good shape, she flung her bag on the disarrayed back seat of her car and drove off as fast as she could from the Korean Cultural Centre to hell.
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"Hi.. Uhm.. I'm..." She couldn't form any words of excuse to the annoyed man in front of her.

"Just go to your room and wait for me."

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Media: Omo Las las, everything na packaging. This life is too short to be allowing peer pressure get to you.

Apology: I'm sorry. No excuses. This chapter was a little difficult to work on, plus school. Still, that's not an excuse. I'll do better😩.

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