Lara’s POV
After dinner I helped Clark with washing of the dishes and the pots that were used to cook. In that moment I felt like it won’t be so bad to be friends with him, but that moment was short lived the moment he opened his mouth
“That’s not how you do this” he says, taking the pot from my hands, “you have to ensure it’s cleaned with a dry towel before you return it to its original position”.
I sigh, “of course, I’m sure you have a book of methods and processes for everything you do. You wouldn't want to be caught making a mistake. If you’re gracious enough, why don’t you publish the book, I’m sure the world cares so much for pan and pots, it’d be a bestseller” I say, in a sarcastic tone as I roll my eyes.
He shrugs, “it’s just common sense” he replies, returning the pot to me. I roll my eyes, “I have more common sense than you do” I say, returning the pot to the cabinet.
“Now what did you want to talk about?” I ask, turning to face him. “Let’s talk on the terrace” he says, interwining our fingers before pulling me along with him.
“Okay?” I say, suspiciously as we take our seats. “We never have one on one talks so I’m really curious about what you have to say to me. You don’t want me to marry you because no one wants to date you, do you?” I joke.
He frowns, “for your information, I have no problem getting a girlfriend. Girls are constantly throwing themselves at me, I’m just not interested”
I scowl, “sure they are” I say, sticking out my tongue.
“Anyways, you’re partly right. The reason why I dragged you out here is because I am proposing marriage between the two of us”.
“You’re what?” I say laughing, “did Lai put you up to this” I say, finding it hard to control my laughter.
The look on his face tells me he’s serious which causes me to quiet down.
“You’re being serious” I ask, in a panic. He nods his head, “have you ever seen me crack a joke”
I shake my head, “you’re too boring to do that, ughh” my hands flying to my mouth as the realisation hits me.
“You’re not joking, you want to marry me” I say. He smiles, “I’m glad you’re catching on”
“Why’s that? Don’t you have like a million girls chasing you, after all you’re the most eligible bachelor in Yula”
He nods, “I might be but that doesn’t mean I’m going to date any type of girl out there. Most of them are after my money and status, not because they truly love me”
I scowl, “it’s not like you truly care about love?”. He nods, “I’m not interested in love, but that doesn’t mean I like being deceived”
“So why me?” I ask, surprised that I haven’t shut down the conversation. He smiles, “well I know you dislike me, and your parents have been pressuring you to get married so I thought it’s a wonderful match. It’ll be a respectable relationship with no feelings attached”
It’s true that my parents have been pressuring me to get married, though my elder brother Lai isn’t married. They have this traditional belief that girls have to get married quickly and guys can get married at any time. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to throw myself to the wolf.
“Why exactly are you making this proposition? I’m sure there’s a reason behind this. It’s more than you wanting to get married” I say, my eyes scrutinising him.
He nods, “you’re right, I see no point keeping it from you as you’re bound to find out”
“To inherit my parents company I need to get married before December 20th” he says.
I nod, “December 20th next year?”. He shakes his head, “this year”.
I gasp, “you’re not awfully strapped for time”. He solemnly nods, “I’m not, that’s why I need your help, but if you refuse, I’ll completely respect your wishes. No pressure”
I nod, “I know, you’re not the type to force your wishes on others”. He smiles, “And you’re not the type to let anyone force their wishes on you”
I chuckle, “that’s true, and I guess it’d be a plus since our families are affiliated with each other”. He nods, before abruptly sitting up, “does this mean you’re considering it”
I smile, “maybe but what’s in it for me. As a business person you know we never do anything without a gain. So what do I stand to gain from entering this contractual relationship with you?
He smiles, “this is what I love to hear. Asides from my social standing, family wealth and connections, I’ll personally connect you with top authors who bank with my company which would cause a quick growth in your company”
I smile, “you got me there, let’s do this then” I say, stretching out my hand for a hand shake. “Nice doing business with you” he replies, shaking my hand.
“When will the contract be ready?” I say, leaning against the chair. He smiles, “it already is, I like being quick when it comes to business. I won’t risk you changing your mind tomorrow”
I nod, “makes sense” I say, taking the contract from his hands before reading through it. “Everything written in here makes sense and I completely agree with it, especially the no sexual relations and no interference with out personal lives”
“Before I sign it, I need you to agree with a single condition I have” I say, looking at him. “What is it?” He asks.
“Stop being insufferable” I say, he rolls his eyes, “I don’t think I am but I’ll try”
“Great” I say, signing the contract before handing it over to him, “I’ll keep this safe” he says, signing the contract.
I smile, “I guess we have a wedding to plan”
It was a crisp Saturday morning when Clark and I decided to escape the city for a while. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden hue over everything, and I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me. "Are you ready for our adventure?" I asked, glancing over at Clark as he adjusted his backpack. "Absolutely! I've been looking forward to this all week," he replied, a wide grin spreading across his face. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn’t help but smile back. We hopped into the car, the engine humming to life as we set off toward the countryside. As we drove, I watched the scenery change from the bustling streets of Lagos to the serene landscapes outside the city. "Look at that view, Lara!" Clark exclaimed, pointing towards a sprawling field dotted with wildflowers. I turned my head just in time to see a burst of color against the green backdrop. "It's beautiful," I said, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. "We should stop and take some pictures." Clark pu
As we dig into the meal, the aroma of the food fills the air, wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. The table is adorned with a colorful spread—fresh fruits glistening in the sunlight, a platter of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and golden-brown toast, all meticulously arranged to create a feast for the senses. I watch as he takes his first bite, his eyes lighting up in delight. “This is incredible,” he exclaims, savoring each mouthful as though it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. I can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm; it’s moments like these that remind me of the joy of sharing a meal with someone special.We fall into a comfortable rhythm, the clinking of cutlery and the soft sounds of chewing filling the space between us. I take a moment to observe him, the way he enjoys his food, the little quirks that make him uniquely him. There’s something so endearing about the way he closes his eyes for a brief second as he savors the flavors, as if he’s trying to capture the mome
I smile, nestling deeper into his embrace, “what’s done is done, there’s nothing we can do about it now. And it’s not like you can fire her after all you went through to hire her” I say, sympathetically.He shakes his head, “right now, I’m thinking very much of firing her. She can’t go scot free with that sort of behaviour”. I smile, “no let it be Clark, I don’t want to leave you without help at the office. As long as this was a one time thing then I’m fine, let’s move on” He smiles, “you’re just too kind but I can see that your mood isn’t totally lifted. I shrug, wearing a tired smile, “I just feel trained after that conversation, why don’t you go ahead and have lunch without me. I’ll eat later” I say.He shakes his head, “no way, you came all the way to my office for us to eat together. So what can I do to lift your mood” he says, a mischievous smile on his face. “Letting me sleep” I chuckle, suddenly feeling very tired.“I’ll let you do that in due time, but please let’s have lun
“Afternoon Miss Denie, you require our assistance” one of them says. She nods, “yes please kindly escort this woman downstairs”. They both turn to face me, their eyes widening in shock, before returning their attention to her, “that’s Mr Clark’s wife, please excuse us” they say, before exiting the room.I watch as Denie remains immobile and speechless as she processes their words. I don’t bother getting up as I patiently wait for Clark’s arrival.In less than a minute, Clark walks into the room, concern evident on his face as he walks directly towards me. “You sounded upset, is everything fine my love?” He asks, crouching down as he takes my hand.I look behind him to see Debie’s eyes widen at her mistake. I shake my head, “not really. I closed work early to come suprise you with some food and drinks” I say, raising up the lunch bag for emphasis.“But I was met with insults and disrespectful t from your assistant. She wouldn’t even let me inside your office. To think she actually cal
I’m met by a woman who seems to be in her late 20’s. She is seated in Lai’s former desk. Her auburn hair drops over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes catch my attention. “Good afternoon” she says, rising to my feet, a surprised look on her face as she slowly assesses me.Feeling uncomfortable with being under her scrutiny, I mumble a quick greeting before walking towards Clark’s office. “I’m sorry you can’t go in there” she says, blocking my path.I look up at her, obviously surprised at her audacity, “excuse me” I say, trying hard to control my emotions. She gives me a smile, which is more of a mocking smile, “I’m sorry but you can’t see Mr Clark right now, you shouldn’t even be up here. I wonder who let you in here” she says, frustratedly running her hands through her hair.I chuckle, slightly moving backwards as she’s right in my face at the moment. I quietly assess her, wondering how to address the situation. I force my lips to form into a smile, “I don’t appreciate the tone that
Clark brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle and reassuring. “We’re in this together, babe. No one can come between us,” he assures me, and I believe him. Our bond is unbreakable, forged through years of shared experiences, laughter, and even tears. I lean into him, feeling safe and secure in his arms.“Remember that time when we first met?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood. Clark grins, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “How could I forget? You were so sassy, but you still managed to charm me with that confidence of yours,” he confesses, his voice filled with warmth. “Yeah, I can be quite sassy,” I admit, “but I didn’t know this side to you. You were definitely worth it.” Clark’s smile widens, and I can see the pride in his eyes. “And look where we are now,” he says, pulling me closer. “Married, happy, and in love. It’s a beautiful journey we’re on.”I nod, feeling a swell of gratitude for the life we’ve built together. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” I say e