Just one chance, one time, to express how much I loathed this spoiled brat.
"Emmm, why is your girlfriend not at work today, Mr. Daniel?" Kamsy questioned, interrupting my thoughts.
"Eh?" I asked absentmindedly.
"You want me to say it in Nigerian pidgin English?" she replied savagely.
I sighed, annoyed.
"Kamsy, I know you are a pest, but this pregnancy is making your character worse."
"Mind your choice of words, Mr. Daniel. At least she isn't chasing after someone who can never be with her," Jennifer cut in, defending her new friend.
I decided to completely ignore them.
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PRINCE'S POV
It's 3 p.m., and I can't wait any longer. Could she be avoiding me, or is it really her menstrual cramps? I really want to see her face and talk to her in person.
Suddenly, I had an idea-to buy her a surprise gift. It would brighten her mood after a horrible day dealing with cramps.
I went out to shop and took my secretary along to help me make better choices.
"Sir, are you shopping for your sister Zoey?" my secretary asked, calling my attention. She was sitting in the passenger seat beside the driver.
I was in the back, staring absentmindedly out the window, a finger pressed against my temple and a thumb under my jaw.
"Why are you asking?" I replied, slightly irritated by her nosiness.
"The kiddies' corner is on the other side, sir," she said politely.
"I know my sister better than you. Can you just do your job?" I replied dryly.
"I'm sorry, sir," she chuckled nervously.
We arrived at a luxury store. I picked out a designer handbag with matching shoes, adding an elegant necklace with a heart-shaped pendant.
"Do you think this necklace will suit her?" I asked the shop assistant.
"Absolutely, sir. It's exquisite, and she will adore it," she said with a wide smile.
"Great. Please wrap it with a matching gift box," I instructed.
"Of course, sir."
The shop assistant handed me the account details with an uncontrollable smile.
After making the payment, we moved on to another store. My secretary's facial expression was loud enough to hear her unspoken questions.
"Sir, I'm sorry for intruding, but the person you're buying all this for will appreciate the thought already. You don't have to go bankrupt to impress her," she said timidly but with a hint of sincerity.
She was right. The gifts were extravagant, and my car's boot was already full.
"Thanks for the suggestion," I replied, embarrassed. It was the first time I had complimented her in person.
"It's a pleasure, sir," she said, smiling uncontrollably.
"Call my driver to bring the other car," I instructed.
She nodded and did as I said.
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By 6 p.m., we returned to her house. The last time she had left her spare keys, she also forgot them behind. Maybe it wasn't part of her main key bunch. I decided to return them too. Unfortunately, she wasn't home.
I wondered where she might be at this hour. Was she with another man?
I dialed her number, but she didn't answer. Sighing, I slipped my phone back into my pocket.
"Take those things inside and arrange them neatly. Let's make it a surprise since she's not home."
"Okay, sir," my assistant replied and went in.
I decided to visit a nearby eatery to grab something to eat and bring some for her in case she stayed out late.
Walking up to the counter, I approached the attendant, who stared at me with interest, probably trying to recall which billboard she'd seen my face on.
"Can I have something suitable for someone dealing with cramps?" I whispered.
She smiled, a little embarrassed on my behalf. "Sure. You shouldn't give her anything cold. Remember to get her a pain reliever, a heat bag, and maybe some chocolate for her cravings."
"Noted," I replied and thanked her.
Just then, I heard loud laughter that sounded familiar. Slowly, I turned. To my surprise, it was her!
"Val?" I gasped in shock. She was sitting opposite Daniel, her colleague. My eyebrow twitched. She was having fun, wasn't she?
I felt like such an idiot. The funny and good guys always get the ladies.
Looking down, I tried to cover my anger.
"Your order, sir," the attendant said, holding out a shopping bag.