His gaze fixed on my face with his eyes scrutinizing my features before leaving my face for my chest then down my body before coming back to my eyes. His gaze held mine and l got lost in his dark orbs that looked at me intently as if trying to figure out something.
'Wasn't his eyes grey yesterday?'
I became self conscious under his gaze and lowered my head instinctively.
'ls there something on my face?' I thought.
"Go" He said
'What is he saying? l should leave? Did he prevent me from going just to check me out and ask of my name?'
This man is stupid. l stood there and pretended not to hear him. He stood up after some seconds of scrunching up his face almost as if he was contemplating, and strode towards me. l began to move backwards almost toppling on my own feet as fear gripped me.
'See where my stubbornness has landed me. What was l expecting him to do before? l should have just left gently when he asked.' My back hit the wall and he stopped an inch before me. He leaned forward and bent so that our eyes could be on the same level since he is way taller than I am.
"l said...Gooo" He drawled, his voice calm, almost threatening.
l did not wait a second as l was beginning to get suffocated. l rushed to the door and scurried down the stairs. l did not stop running until l got to the kitchen.
'l will never go inside that room again.' l concluded.
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As an unmarried High Minister in the country, l have a lot of problems. Normally, a young man of my age can never be in a post as high as a minister but my parents hold very high position so l was automatically elected a minister. l never wanted this life actually, l had always wanted to be a merchant but my dad was against it. I don't have a problem going against my parents but l had strucked a deal with them. For a certain number of years, l am to do what they want. A deal I am grateful to have because none of my elders before me had the choice of a deal so l am literally lucky.
l had always thought being dragged into the military is the worst request my parents could ask of me until they went ahead to arrange a marriage for me. At that moment, l wanted to back out of the deal and whatever aggrement we had but it was impossible so l succumbed to them and married their selected candidate who is the daughter of one of their colleague. The wedding had ended as soon as it started and l made sure l satisfied both parties to the core. l thought that was all until the wife they gave me began to expect more from. Before the marriage, l had explained to her that l had no interest in her and that she was free to reject the marriage. l had hoped she would reject me when l don't give her attention and treat her like crap but l was wrong. Isabella married me nevertheless. After the marriage, she began to act stupidly. She packed her luggage to my room, trying to act like a wife. l repremanded her and told her not to expect too much. What was she thinking? That once we were married in name, l will love her and give her my attention? There was a time l tried to look past my dislike for her and focus on her good side but it was futile. l hated her attitude, pretence and facade under that bubbly face she puts on whenever l am present.
When l was beginning to get suffocated, l decided to go for a long trip. My parents had opposed it but l went anyways. I spent three months in the far country of Greci. Not that l went there for a particular reason...l only went to escape the clingy, frustrating Isa. l had planned that by the time l will be back home, l will have so much work to do in the ministry because of my long absence and l will be able to avoid her for about a month again with my excuse being excessive official matters. I know all these plans were temporary and the devil will still be there no matter how much l try to avoid her but I would give anything just to breathe a air free of Isa. On the day of my arrival, l wanted to prolong my stay but l had work and my parents would have never let me. So l came back. Opening the door to the suffocating mansion that had ones been my personal space, my wife had had things planned. She had wasted food for no reason and made the maids overwork. l wanted to ignore them and go straight to my room but turning to the stairs, she was there. Speak of the devil. She came running to me and l just let her do what she wants. She led me to the food and l uninterestedly munched on it.
'l should have stayed a bit longer at Greci' l thought.
l was trying to contain my frustration when a young girl caught my eye. l tried pulling my eyes off her but I just couldn't. l studied her from the corner of my eyes while pretending to eat and undoubtedly, she is beautiful. The way the maiden cloth hung tightly to her body like a second skin hence, showing off the fullness of her breasts. The way her hips jingled when she moved around, the way she stared into space when she is idle. Damn! l felt my little man rising. What is this? l had never been attracted to a girl ever in my life. l wanted to pin her to the table and spank her in the presence of everyone for wearing such clothes. l was beginning to lose focus and she chose that very moment to come to my side to serve me drink. Her scent filled my nostril and l stylishly inhaled greedily. l saw her stiffen, almost like she is holding her breath as she carefully made her way to my side. She poured the inviting fresh orange juice into the mug and moved back to her space in the line. l decided to end my vulnerability so l stood up and made for my room then Isa rushed to my side clinging to my arm like her life depended on it.
'Can't she understand? Can't she see that her attention is not needed' l need my privacy! l let her come along thinking she will leave for her room when we got to the corridor. Well, l was wrong. She continued to hang on until we got to my room. Is she thinking of going in with me? Has she forgotten the rule?
"Thank you Isabella. Can you go to your room?"
"Gabbriel tell me you are joking. You came back after such a long journey and you won't let me come in?" she retorted in her irritating voice as she pretended to be in pain. A smile crept to her lips as she seductively began to rub my chest in a circular manner.
"Let me ease your stress Gabb"
"Really?" l pushed her gently and forced a smile "Not tonight Isa. That will be another day"
"What? Are you rejecting me again Gabb? After all the love l showed you since our marriage even though you kept reciprocating hatred" She spat. "Don't be evil" she snapped. "Except you are impotent!"
"Oh really? Impotent? Me? Yes, l am" l replied her as l made for my room without waiting for her reply. Funny how she pretends to be innocent when in reality, she is such a little devil waiting for unsuspecting preys.
l heard the door to my room open and l instantly knew it was Isa. l should have locked it when l came back from the garden. l have a personal garden and l do go there to trim it myself. It had overgrown so much while l was away.
l waited to hear her irk like voice but all l heard is the soft gasp of whoever entered. The person must be having a good time admiring my room. But who has the guts to enter my room without permission? l wanted to go out immediately to see the extremely brave intruder but l decided to wait a bit...