I am driving south in an obscure street at the middle of a winter night in a modern city all of a sudden my car stops in the middle of the road. The engine wouldn't start my chronic exertions to restart it. I glance at the fuel gauge on the dashboard heavy eyes as anxiety and panic pervade my entire being. Damn! The tank is ! Really excellent. Freaking wow! How come I didn't notice?
With my heart thumping in my chest, I kick the door open and drag my lethargic, -out self outside. I am not accustomed to spending so much time in the driver's . Heck! My longest solo drive so far has probably been an hour. And now, since I out of the office, how long have I been driving? My watch reads ten minutes to . I am worn out. I am so drained. How I managed to maintain control of the for such an absurdly more than eight hours drive is indecipherable.
It was at exactly two in the afternoon when the meeting ended at the Ricca court our main office is located. All the city's offices of our hotels were shut down that time in honor of the engagement party. Everyone was invited, and they all anticipating the grand grandeur event. I giggled as my employees teased me expressed their wishes as they left the workplace. Little did they know that it will one hell of a party.
After lying to my father that I needed to check on something real quick in my office following him back to the house, at around five in the evening, he left, and I myself in the office wondering whether I was ready for this. Thirty minutes everyone had departed, I hopped in my car and after making few laps on
Nairobi's clogged, bustling roads, I took a U-turn and veered off while depressing the . The road's name and its destination were unknown to me. I just made the initial away from what was expected of me without caring where I would end up.
That is how I eventually found myself wandering here in the splendid metropolis of and pleasure, as they like to call it —Mombasa City. It is one of the most cities in this country. In the south it borders Tanzania, and is on the
Kenya's outskirts. Heard of the vast Indian Ocean? Well, this city serves as one of its . Incredible, isn't it? I am not sure why I oddly ended up here. The irony!
My sutuation has absolutely no connection with this city at all, yet here I am. Lost in city.
That aside for now.
I stamp my feet on the surface of the new city feeling apprehensive despite the lovely orange lights blazing above me albeit dimly. The street is perfectly clear, more of dessertsed. No single soul is roaming around except me and my baby here.
Not even a single car passing by. Why on earth did I end up on this street? And just my baby breaks down on me, of all times and places?
"Come on, baby!" I grumble as I furiously slam the door shut.
What in the world am I expected to do now, huh? I shut off my damn phones the I stepped out of the office, and I can't risk switching them on. I can not risk chance of my father locating me and hauling my ass back to that grotesque fiance I don't want to ever lay my eyes. I cannot risk getting found this soon. I am not how long I can elude detection, but at the very least I don't want to be found now.
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I can imagine what kind of beast my father looks like right now. He undoubtedly is with rage right now, I know that. No one has ever challenged him this way.
No one dared to defy him this way. so I can only visualize how a defeated, humiliated, enraged Richard Bradley Riccaford looks right now. The extent of his rage is I would not want to think about right now.
I heave a heavy sigh as I turn around to get back inside the car. I can't stay out here all , and as it is, there is nothing I can do at the moment. I doubt there is even a station nearby, and the fact that there is no single soul that I can ask tops it all.
What a...
Just as I tap my palm on the door ready to get inside and hopefully dodge through the silent night in the car, the lights of an oncoming vehicle creeping up behind me me. I give up trying to get inside and instead stand at the door with my back it, staring at the approaching huge machine with its agonizing lights to impair my vision. I cross my right arm over my eyes to shield my eyes the obnoxious lights. Heck! Can it just stop! I have already had enough of it and freaking shit today! Can it...
"You need help, miss?"
My ears are filled with an icy but pleasant calm tone that reverberates in the of the street. I tremor erupts in my body, a piercing chill cutting through spine and I refuse to open my eyes. That voice is simply too endearing to be real.
Wait...real? That thought alone erupts more shivers all over my body.
"Miss? Hello?" The man speaks again, and now I feel the urge to confirm my fears or them wrong.
I cautiously peel my eyes as my hand plunge from my forehead. The black 's lamps have been dimmed off. I should be grateful to the heavens for that otherwise they would have impaired me, but not now when a breathtakingly
Greek god is towering over me bleeding only God knows what. I am not sure what is perplexing. Is it his stupendously physical features, his endearing stature, or the way his eyes sparkle in the shades of the street lamps? Or perhaps his rich sapil potent odor that is cutting deep in my nostrils.
"Hey!" better yet, the beautiful curls of his soft pink lips as he speaks.
