Lola's POV

Shit! Shit! Freaking shit!!

I really walked myself right into this.

His glare was that of pure fury as I still had my arms linked with that of Mr manwhore here.

Lola, you gotta get out of here.

I mentally concluded as I suddenly halted, earning a confused look from this man, who was obviously looking forward to groping my boobs.

Asshole.

He didn't let go of me.

My heart started racing as I looked towards the man who had been glaring at me.

He had risen up from his seat and was making his way over here.

“Uhrm, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back” I told this dude who clutched unto my arm as I forced up a fake smile.

Let go of me, this man.

If he doesn't let go of me in the next 5 seconds, Kosi would have to come visit me in jail.

Fucking hell!!

“Okay. But before you go, give me a little kiss” He told me as he moved his head closer to me, stretching out his lips in a kissy face.

Are you mad ni?!

I tried my best by even giving this pervert an excuse to leave.

I should have thrown him across the table, and ran out the door but I still hoped he could be my victim again, sometime.

But clearly, he wasn't letting me go till I gave him a stupid kiss.

In a split second, I shoved his face away with my right palm as he staggered back, in shock.

“Babe?!” The pervert asked clearly shocked by my actions as I found myself hissing before running for my dear life.

Who is your babe?!

I immediately turned around, running towards the elevator as I noticed the drunkard of the other day and his friend were picking up their pace, trying to catch up with me.

I entered into the elevator as I pressed the G button, which would lead me straight to the ground floor and I would be able to make a clean get away.

I stood in the elevator as the doors seemed to close up a bit slower at this moment but when it eventually shut closed, I used this opportunity to pull off my heels and stretch up my dress a bit, so I could be able to move my legs faster.

The elevator bell chimed before the doors slowly opened, and i got out, running across the hall, making my way towards the entrance/exit door.

I ignored the stares of the receptionist as she had a puzzled look on her face.

I was running like fugitive.

I pushed opened the glass door and felt the night breeze hit my face, and I looked back into the door noticing that I hadn't been followed.

A feeling of confusion washed over me as I imagined why they were taken so long.

Well, whatever.

Good for me.

A smile almost found its way to my face but when I noticed the two hefty security men stomping towards me, I couldn't help but panic.

I was definitely in deep shit.

I clung on tightly to my heels and ran furiously towards the road stretching my arms out hoping a cab would stop.

But all cabs had suddenly disappeared.

Shit!!

What do I do now?!

I kept running, hoping I would find a cab on my way but they were so close, I was almost certain they would catch me.

Suddenly, a taxi pulled up beside me as I didn't even think twice before pulling the door open and throwing my shoes in.

Before I could lower myself into the car, I felt someone grab me by my arm and yanked me back out.

“Owww” I yelped as I looked at the face of the person who had tightened his grip on my arm.

Mr Manwhore.

What the hell was he doing here?!

“She's with me” He told the guards as they nodded, backing off.

I shook my head furiously trying to understand what the hell was going on.

Why were the guards backing off?!

Why the hell was this guy holding me like this?!

Where the heck did he come from?!

As I stared in confusion, he pulled me towards into a corner and pinned me against the wall, biting his lips as he stared at me.

What the hell was wrong with this guy?!

He has no idea who he was dealing with.

“Where were you running off too, Isi?!” He asked me as I rolled my eyes at the stupidity of his words.

Home, duhhhh!

“We haven't even had fun yet” He told me as he kissed the side of my cheek and that was when I lost it.

I yanked my right hand out of his grip and punched him, right in the face.

“Shit” I winced as I massaged the balls of my fist that felt broken from the impact.

“Damn it, you stupid bitch” I heard him groan as he staggered backwards, before I used this opportunity to run away.

But I was pulled back by the stinging feeling on my scalp.

“Owww” I yelped as I glanced at Mr Manwhore dragging my hair roughly.

That's it.

I was definitely going bald today.

I didn't know why but I wasn't really scared.

I had dealt with men like him tons of times and I was well prepared in situations like this.

I reached into my dress, then into the sides of my tight, and pulled out a pocket knife.

Imma stab this bastard in the face.

Nope.

Imma cut him in the hand.

Good.

I felt him pull harder on my hair as I swung the small knife open but before I could do anything, I saw the man being yanked away from me and being pushed to the floor.

“What the...” Mr Manwhore yelled as he rolled on his floor, holding his right leg.

Wow, he had hit the floor pretty hard.

It was the drunk, 5 million guy.

Well, shit.

I should have listened to Kosi.

Now, my life was really over.

I wasn't grateful to him for saving me, I was scared shitless.

At least I could have handled the Manwhore guy but how do I escape from prison?!

Make a run for it.

I turned around to, run again but I felt a grasp on my hand as he pulled me backwards, making me stand beside him, the drunk guy of two months ago.

Stab him and run.

“I'll take this” He spoke confidently for the first time since I saw him today as he collected the knife from my hand, throwing it on the floor.

Heyyy!! That knife was a birthday gift.

I found myself almost swooning over his deep voice and his cool aura.

This was definitely not the guy I met two months ago.

The guy, I had met two months ago, was crying like a kid as he rambled on about a Debbie.

I almost laughed at this thought until I analysed the situation I was currently in and inwardly sighed.

It was game over!!

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“Namaste” I spoke as I clasped my hands together bowing my head slightly.

The drunk guy of two months ago just rolled his eyes in frustration as as I stared at him acting ignorant.

“I'm not stupid. I know you speak English” He told me as he clasped unto my arms tightly.

Understandable!!

I had already tried to escape, three times in just ten minutes and I hadn't uttered a word, so I'm going to try the native Indian card.

“Hm?!” I asked widening my eyes feigning confusion.

“Call the police” He told his friend as I immediately rummaged through my head for another plan.

His friend immediately pulled out his phone, dialling the number as I widened my eyes in fear.

This was definitely not working.

“No, no, no” I yelled as I made my voice sound a bit shaky and sad.

I suddenly broke down in tears, using my right hand to cover my mouth.

I forced the tears out as I sobbed profusely and they shot me a confused look.

I sniffed again as tears ran down my cheeks and my lips quivered continuously.

“I'm sorry, I swear it wasn't my fault. He.....he....” I trailed off as I continued sobbing using my hands to wipe off my face.

“Cut the Bullshit!!” He yelled in a monotone as I noticed his hands clench into a fist.

Was he going to punch me?!

Wait, what the heck sef?!

He couldn't do anything to me. He willing gave me his money, he can't arrest me for that.

I mean I didn't force him to.

“What?! What is it sef?! What do you want from me?!” I yelled immediately changing my tone and snapping at him as he stared at me clearly taken aback by my sudden Nigerian tone.

Abi is he mad ni?!

“You gave me money and I collected it. So, why are you threatening me with the police?!” I asked confidently placing my free hand on my waist dramatically.

He was in a drunken state, I know.

And I did tell him, I wanted money.

But still.........

He gave me, I didn't steal it, sooooo...

“I gave you?! I did?!” He asked with a scoff as I stared at him blankly, still playing the innocent card.

“Yes...yes”I replied curtly as I rolled my eyes, pretending not to be afraid anymore.

“Now let go of my arm, will ya?!” I continued trying to pulling my arm out of his grip but he just didn't budge.

He was so strong, that I could almost giggle at the fact that a strong, tall, rich, jaw droppingly handsome man like him was holding me without grabbing my butt or touching my face with other intentions.

But yet again, he was looking at me like a thief and his main intention was to beat the living daylights out of me before throwing me behind bars.

“I won't. Actually, since you think I am at the guilty end, let's call the police.”He told me as he gave his friend a slight nod before that one pulled out his phone again and pressing it on his ear.

No! No!

I will never see my sister again.

At the thought of that, my reflexes kicked in and I wanted to use the my free hand to collect the friend's phone but I mistakenly slapped it unto the floor.

Shit!!!!!

“What the hell?!” The friend yelled as he immediately bent to pick up his phone as I hoped the phone wasn't damaged.

The phone will be fine.

Please, let it be fine.

“Ehhhhh!! You this girl?! See what you have done?!” The friend yelled as he stood up showing the damaged screen to me.

Today is definitely a bad day.

“Wow, making two offenses!” The main guy told me still holding unto me.

You must be kidding me.

“Two offenses?! That was clearly a mistake” I told him finding it absurd that he wanted to throw me in jail for a phone.

Not that it was the main reason,though.

“Can you prove that in court?!” He asked me as I frowned at how cunning he was being.

I stayed quiet as thinking of what to say but I got nothing.

“I thought so.”He continued taking my silence as a 'noʼ.

Ughhhh!! I wonder why he hadn't thrown me in jail.

Why was he stalling?!

Had he already call the police and was he using this opportunity to wait for them?!

Or did he want something from me?!

“So what exactly do you want from me?!” I asked him, puzzled at his actions.

“Nothing. I needed a confession before the police arrives” He told me as I widened my eyes, and began trying to let myself go once again.

“You fucking son of a bitch...”I yelled pulling my arm away at each word I uttered.

The friend immediately slapped his back as he let my arm go wincing in pain

“Have you actually called the police?!” His friend asked him as I took advantage of this opportunity and decided to run.

But this irritating guy stepped on my dress before grabbing my arm once again.

I hate you!

This time he gripped my other arm just as tightly as he gripped the first arm.

“She's a snake. She will probably mess thing up or cause bigger problems. Besides I can't even stand her fucking conartist face.”He told his friend as I struggled out of his hold.

Snake?! That was the worst animal to describe someone has.

And also, I hated him and his handsome face too.

He is a lying bastard.

I just feel like.....

Like slapping his stupid face!

And in a split second, I swung my right hand to his face, hitting him right on the left side of his face before pulling out of his hold taking a run for it.

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