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And in that moment, she knew that she was in love. Terribly, hopelessly, amazingly in love! There is no way this isn't love! After everything, he had looked at her, only her, and kissed her on national television. Haaa..! She needs no other proof. She loved him and he loved her back. She stood, dazed, looking at his face, but he was looking right in her eyes, like he could see right into her soul. She had never known that he was capable of this...emotion. With his tough boy facade and player attitude. But she was in love with everything about him.

Formidable businessman, womanizer, playboy, eternal bachelor, some of the names the media uses when talking about him. And all were true. As the only son of parents who are influential media moguls, he was well known. And as the heir to a family-owned media group and a renowned party animal, he gets invited to different events which he attends with any of the female population of Lagos upper society class that flocked around him. He was the choicest bachelor.

He is not handsome, he is beyond handsome. Almost to the point of being unreal. 6'4, ebony skin, shaved head, and beards that always managed to look bushy and groomed at the same time.But none of that attracted her to him. It was his voice that had attracted her to him. His voice was gentle and he spoke slowly, like a mother trying to woo her child to sleep. And when he had said that she was stunning in the white dress she had worn on the day they had met, she had believed him without a doubt. For a man that tall, he sounded younger than he was, but his words spoke of wisdom beyond his age. 

They had met at a fundraiser at the Muson Centre for an organization that helped rape survivors, but she had had to leave early as she had another event to attend at the Wheatbaker Hotel that evening. The life of a media reporter! The second event, a movie premiere, had been successful and she was so ready to go to bed. At the car park, she was about getting in her car when she saw him, Foster, pacing while he spoke into the phone. "He is handsome", she thought. He sure was handsome, that's why everyone was crazy about him. And she definitely must not join them. She has no time for jokers. Especially a handsome joker! She buried that thought before it could do any damage. 

He looked in her direction as he ended his call. That was her cue. Fast. Into her car she jumped and started it immediately. He must have recognized her as he tried stopping her as her car drew close to him. She slowed down and wound down. "Hey", he said. "Hey", she replied. "We met earlier this evening", he said, "at the Muson Centre". "Oh! Yes", she replied, acting like she had forgotten who he was. "That was you!", she continued, "What happened to your car?" "I have no idea", he replied, "the service center is closed for the day, and there's no one to get me another car from home."

"Why don't I drop you?", she offered, "You could request that the service center send someone to come pick it up tomorrow, and when it has been worked on, they can contact you to go pick it up." She had finished blurting that out before she could restrain her tongue. Drat! God please let him decline. "Really? That is so kind of you. I think that's a great idea", he said as he got into the car, "I did not think of that. Thank you very much." She could only nod her head in reply. Stupid girl, she scolded herself. He gave her directions to his house while making calls on his phone. She drove in outward silence while inwardly giving herself a good talking to. She barely noticed when he pointed out his house for her to stop at. 

Instead of leaving the car, he turned to her, thanked her, and offered to fuel her car in appreciation. "That's not necessary", she mouthed, "I think you would have done the same if our places were switched." "Good night Foster, she said as she drove off, "it was nice driving you." She turned the corner into another street before she thought of what she had said. What?! It was nice driving you?! Oh God! Just kill me already. What kind of silly sentence was that? He must think that she goes around driving people to their houses or the likes. God no! That is more embarrassing than when she had a wardrobe malfunction at a red carpet event. She is just stupid. At least she won't be seeing him again, she thought as she drove home. 

The next day was a long day at work, and by lunchtime, she was ready for the day to be over. Her phone rang. She picked the call without looking at the phone. "Hello, is this Becca?", came the caller. "Yes, this is Becca. Who am I speaking with?", she replied. "This is Foster Jideofor. We met yesterday at the...". Oh no! How did he get her phone number? She did not exchange numbers with him. She does not have friends that were in the same circle with him. "...just to say 'thank you' for yesterday", he was saying, "nothing big." Okay, she said. "Great. I will come pick you up from work at 5pm okay? See you later Becca." The line went dead. She was confused. What just happened? What did she just agree to? Urgh!! Whatever it was, she definitely will not be getting within 10 feet of that man! She thought as she dropped the phone to continue with her work.

- The Lady

“But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.”

Psalms 5:11