Who Am I without you episode 9

Who Am I without you episode 9
As soon as I stepped out of his car, I felt this rush of nervousness in,side of me. This had to be the first time I have ever followed a man home except my Ex-husband. I really wanted to tell him right there to take me back to my house because all this feelings were new to me. “Did he sense how nervous I was?” I asked myself.
“Are you coming in?” he asked. I realized his been standing next to the opened front door for quite some time now. I simply smiled at him and walked in. when I stepped into the living room, there was this thing, this feeling I was really not sure what it was, this peace that welcomed me as if I was met to be here but have been away for so long. The first thing that hit me was that we were alone in this huge house.
“Where are your parents? Don’t you think they will talk if they saw me here?” I asked as I tried to take my eyes from the beauty of where I found myself.
“Please take a seat.” I realized I had been standing since; I was still amazed about everything. He walked to where his bar was and brought out one of the most expensive wine I have ever seen. I knew it was one of the best because Bolu would always made sure that particular wine was in the house whenever his friends were coming over. He handed me a wine glass, and poured me enough to drink.
“And as for your question, I lost my father 2 years ago and my mother lives at one of our family houses in Ogun state.” he spoke about his parents with no ounce of emotion. How can Mr. nice guy be this pitiless?
“Why is she not staying with you since she lost her husband just 2 years ago?” I asked. I really wanted to know more. Why would a wealthy man like him not keep the only parent he had left by his side?
“Nobody ever questions me Lola, you would be the first.” he replied back as he took a seat on the other side of the living room.
“Ada! Ada! Emeka!” he called out as he adjusted his tie.
“Who are they? Don’t you live alone?” I asked curiously. He looked at his watch and then said, “It’s late; I guess they must be sleeping by now. I don’t like to say they are my house helps because…….” he paused and then continued. “It’s a long story how I met them, just know they keep me lazy!” he said with a smile. He got up from where he was seating and started walking over to where I was. I could feel my heart racing for no reason. When he got to me, he brought himself so close that we could feel each other’s breathe. If only I had reach out a little more, his l-ips would be jammed to mine. He simply looked down and grabbed the food I had gotten from the house that was laying on the floor. When I realized he came for the food and not me, I felt this sharp stab of disappointment in my stomach.
“Lola ohh.” he laughed as he pulled away. “What were you thinking just now?” he asked as he took the food with him. My gaze followed every move he made to where I guessed would be the kitchen. I could not answer him. When I saw him returning to the living room, I buried my face in the glass I held in my hands. “Do you like it?” he asked while raising his own glass up.
“It was my dad’s favorite. The man loved his wine more than his own life.” I could almost taste the bitterness in his tongue as he spoke. “How can someone love a mere wine more than his or her life? I asked myself.
“Speaking of your father, if you don’t mind me asking how did he die?” I put down my drink on the table next to me, ready to listen to his story. His expression did not seem like he would be answering my question anytime soon. I sat there thinking about what to say next because I was getting a new side of Bolu now. Why he wasn’t as talkative as he usually was. You would think since this was his own house he would be more comfortable!
“Mr. Bolu, are you regretting bringing me here?” I asked because his silence was killing me.
“No.” he replied. “It’s just that it’s been a long time anyone asked me about myself. Please excuse my rudeness.”
As he gave me his excuses, I realized my eyes had been fixed one his arms, thinking about how perfectly well his suit fits him. This man was perfect. He was the definition of strength, s€×iness, and everything any girl would look for in a man; so tell me again why was he still single? He knocked me out of my thoughts when he asked, “We could eat something or you could start telling me more about your lovely son I saw the other day.”
When he mentions Dare, reality hit. “Or you could take me home and we would pretend all this never happened.” I replied.
I really did not find anything funny in what I said but he was laughing. “Lola.” he smiled. “Same old you! Let’s eat. You see, you’re curious about me but you don’t want to let me in on your secrets! Let’s play fair from now on okay?” He walked back to his kitchen.
As long as he kept to his side of the deal, I will try and keep to mine!