Honey's POV.
After the shoot, I went to the changing room. I changed my outfits and wore a plain black turtleneck silken top and a black and navy striped wide leg pants. Immediately, I entered the changing room, I sat on a high stool and brought out my phone. I saw a missed call notification from my Dad. I called him back and smiled when he picked up.
"Dad."
"Yes, sweetie. How was the shoot?"
"It was good, we just finished."
"I hope it wasn't stressful." He sounded concerned.
I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it wasn't. It was actually fun, you should have come with me."
He actually promised to accompany the photoshoot, but he was busy so he couldn't.
"Oh my, you have no idea how much I wished I followed you, but I will make it up to you, okay?"
I smiled and turned on the stool. Amelia entered the changing room and waited for me to finish my call. "Really? How will you make it up to me."
He hummed. "Hmm, let me think about it."
I chuckled and shrugged. "You can make it up to me by buying my favorite pizza." I suggested.
"Oh yeah. Don't worry, I'll buy you ten boxes of pizzas!"
I laughed out loud and shook my head. "No, don't buy me ten boxes, I will get fat if I eat too much."
"Then, I will buy just a box of pizza."
"That's okay."
"Alright, I will call you later. Make sure you have a nice day, okay?"
"Thanks, I will. Make sure you have a nice day too." I said and he hung up the call.
Amelia arched a brow at me. "Don't you think I should also be given a box of pizza?"
I took my eyes from my phone and looked at her, smiling. "Of course, you should. We will share it."
After I changed my clothes, we left the photo studio and were on our way to my music studio when I noticed a fancy shoe store for men's footwear.
I sat up on my seat, staring at the store. My father's birthday was just a few weeks from now. I wanted to get him a fancy shoe as a present. I glanced at my chauffeur. "Please stop the car."
Amelia looked at me, confused. "Why? Do you forget something?"
"No, I want to check out something over there." I said and opened the car door.
Amelia leaned forward and furrowed her brows. "Should I follow you?"
I shook my head and got down from the car. "No, I will meet you at the studio."
Amelia looked bothered. "What about your car, how will you get to the studio?"
I smiled at her. "Don't worry about me. I will be fine."
She arched her brow. "Are you sure?
I nodded. "Yes, I will meet you at the studio."
She tightened her lips considering whether she should leave me or not. After a moment of hesitation, she told the chauffeur to start the car.
I sighed and walked into the colorful store. There was a big signboard on the glass door bearing the store name. Gowell shoe shore. It dangled as I opened the shop. Pleasant fragrance of lovely flowers wafted through my nostrils. The temperature of the shop was cool. There were different varieties of men's footwear displayed around the shop. I went to the counter when an attendant sat. I told her I wanted to buy a designated shoe for my father and she showed me their collection of special edition shoes. I picked Salvatore ferragamo. I loved the quality of its leather and its pointed edge. It was for my Dad so I wanted it to be very unique. After I filled in the details for the shoe, I excused myself and went to the restroom.
As I turned to the other corner leading to the restroom, I noticed a masked man stalking me from behind. He wore a black shirt and trousers with black leather shoes. His face was hidden behind a black cap and mask with a skeleton figure on it and he also wore black gloves. He slowed his pace whenever I turned to look at him.
I tensed up. I bent my head and acted oblivious to his stalking. I quickened my steps as I walked. I can't leave the shop without turning back so I rushed to the restroom. I was going to shut the door once I entered.
I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears.
"Just act like you know me."
Honey's POV.I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears."Just act like you know me."He hugged me back. His body was warm and firm, causing me to feel a foreign sense of comfort. He brought his hand from his pocket and cupped the nape of my neck before leaning his head close to my ears. His breath fanned my skin, causing a shiver to rub down my spine. "Is someone stalking you?" He asked. I tightened my arms around his taut waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his arms. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead, he leaned on the wall and was pressing his phone. It looked more like he was waiting for the man I was hugging to leave me alone. I wouldn’t make that happen.I
MindHoney's POV.He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him.""So what happened to him?" He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."The attendant behind the counter smiled and slightly waved at me. "Have a nice day, ma'am."I smiled at her and left the shoe store. I stopped before the road and brought out my Samsung. I wanted to call an uber."You brought your car?" The man, my savior, asked.I turned to him and shook my head. "No, I want to order for an uber."He looked ahead of him and pointed at a shiny black Bugatti La Voiture Noire which was parked at the garage of the shoe store. "That's my car over there. If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."My jaw dropped as I stared at the car. It was one of the most expensive cars in the world! This man must be fifthly rich if he owned that car. "...you don't mind, do you?”"What?" I asked. I was so mesmerized with the beauty of the car that I didn't hear what
Honey's POV.He gave me his number and drove off. I smiled as I looked at his number and saved it as 'Handsome Savior’. I kept my phone in my handbag and watched as he drove away. I really hoped to see him at the concert. I smiled and turned. Amelia was stepping out of the music studio, she watched as the car drove away. She turned to me and arched her brow when it was out of sight. "Oyin, who was that?""He is someone who saved me a while ago."Her brows furrowed and walked to me looking worried. "What happened?” She asked. “Why did you say he saved you?"I held the handle of my handbag and pressed my lip. "Well, there was a mysterious fan who was stalking me when I went to the shoe store and I kind of ran into him while I was trying to avoid the stalker."Amelia bit her lip and shook her head. "This won't have happened to you if you had let me follow you." She scolded me.I pouted and walked into the music studio. "Then, I'm glad you didn't follow me because if you did, I wouldn't ha
Lorenzo’s POV She was beautiful.I stared at the young lady on the television. Her black curly hair billowed in the air as she moved her body in rhyming movements, dancing to her song in her music video. Her song was nice, but it wasn't as attractive as her. She flowed like water, swaying her hips and twisting her body. Her amber eyes zoomed in, it shone bright like I was staring directly at her. I leaned on my couch and stretched my hand to take the glass of wine set on an ornate stool before me. My eyes focused on the screen of my television as I took a quick sip and observed her. No mistake, she was the lady I had met at the shoe store this afternoon. She seemed to be into me and that very thought intoxicated my blood with lust. In this music video, she was wearing a cropped top that barely covered her breast and silver shorts which exposed her dark skin. It glowed as she brushed her hands along her breast. She wasn't even touching me, but it turned me on. She was a precious ros
All through the night, I waited for him to call me, but he didn't. Amelia told me to give him a whole day. I looked at the ornate white clock in my bedroom. It was way past twelve so that meant a whole day had gone. I sat up from my bed and stretched my hand to pick up my phone from the nightstand. I took a deep breath and gave him a call. It rang for some time, but he didn't pick it up. I pouted and fell back on my bed. Did he even save my number?The next day, I decided to check the shoe store. I had told my Dad about the mysterious fan who was stalking me the previous day, so he hired a bodyguard to escort me. I didn’t understand why my Dad was being overprotective about the issue, but I guessed it was because he knew I was getting more famous and I needed more security. My car was parked at the parking lot of the shoe store and the masculine bodyguard my father had hired came down and opened the back door for me. I wasn’t used to such treatment, but I thanked him with a smile. Then
Honey. I sat in the green room, my phone latched in my hands. It was the night of my first ever concert. I was meant to be thinking about how I was going to make an impression when I performed my songs on the stage, but my mind kept wandering to the handsome stranger I had met at the shoe store a few days ago.I had invited him to my concert and I had even given him a free ticket. At the very least if he wasn’t going to show up, he could have called me and let me know about it. I sighed when I remembered that he hadn’t even collected my phone number to begin with, let alone save it in his phone. The door leading to the green room opened and Amelia walked inside. She wore a dark green jumpsuit that had lines of sparkling sequins. The shade of her eyes aligned with the color of her eyes which made her look more stunning. Amelia stood before me and observed my outfit. The short dress I was putting on was high above my knee making me shiver as the night was cold. My curly hair had been
Honey.My whole body was numb. I tried to move, but it seemed difficult to move any part of my body. Something soft tightened around my head, preventing me from seeing where I was. I raised my hands to my face, in an attempt to remove the blindfold, but my hands were restricted. I tried to make sense of what was happening to me and why I was finding it hard to do something as simple as moving. It was then I realized the situation I was in.I have been kidnapped!The last thing I remembered was that man covering my face with a wet cloth that smelled really nasty and those other two men fastened something thick around my wrists . Now, it made more sense why I couldn’t move my hands.I dragged my heavy body, trying to move so badly. The floor was strangely soft. Furry. It felt like I was laying on the cloud. I might have allowed myself to enjoy the softness and the welcoming warmth of this floor if I wasn’t panicking about being kidnapped, but I couldn’t let down my guard. I needed to le
My captor didn’t return. I remained in the dark room for what felt like a century before the door opened again. I jolted from my sleep, already at an alert at the intrusion. I didn’t even know when I had slept off. Due to the blindfold, I couldn’t tell if we were still in the night or it was already the next day. How many hours or days must have passed since I had been brought here?I had no idea.The only thought that kept bothering me was that whoever had kidnapped me didn’t have any intention of releasing me. He had come back. I didn’t even know what he wanted to do to me. I turned on the bed. My restrained hands were hurting badly. It was starting to feel sore as I hadn’t been able to move it freely. I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up from the bed. My body ached like it was run over by a car. Maybe I was exaggerating, but you get an idea how I was feeling. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” a soft voice spoke.The voice sounds young and feminine. I sat up quickly, rel