contract - Season 1 - Episode 15

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 15

“I couldn’t sleep. You know, pregnancy and
stuff.” She shouted over the music.

“Abena.” He warned but she just smiled.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you. Speak louder.” She
shouted again. He walked towards the
speakers and turned them off.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Its the
middle of the night, I have work to do
tomorrow and you’re playing music, at this
time!” He barked but she didn’t flinch at his
outburst.

“You have work tomorrow? And you’re
awake at this time of the night. If you want
to remain a billionaire, you have to sleep
well Tobi. Or you won’t be able to work well.
Off you go.” She said gesturing with her
hands, smiling innocently at him.

He groaned in frustration. He should have
known better than to give her rules, and
now she was getting back at him. He sighed
and rubbed his temple. He couldn’t let her
win and give her the satisfaction.
“Abena.” He said softly. “I have work
tomorrow and I really need to go to bed.” He
said slowly, talking to her as if he was
talking to a little child that was throwing a
tantrum.

“Well I’m not stopping you. Go on to bed
na.” She grinned.

“I can’t sleep with all this noise for crying
out loud. Can’t you just act reasonably for
once. You haven’t spent one day in this
house and you’ve broken a rule. This is my
house, and everything would go the way I
want it to.” He barked at her, his patience
running thin.

She looked at him with a small smile and a
raised eyebrow. “So…”

He stared at her baffled. “So? So go to bed
and stop playing music.” He ordered. She
looked at him expectantly.

“What?” He asked confused.
“The magic word. You can’t order me
around. You don’t own me. So say the
magic word.” She said with a grin plastered
across her face.

He gave an exasperated sigh. “Abena.
Please go to bed and switch off the music.”
He said softly. He was tired, his eyes were
heavy, and he couldn’t argue with her
anymore.

“You can’t order every one around you
know. You don’t own me! Don’t give me
rules! Stop treating me like… like a…” She
paused and stared at him. Tears welled up
in her eyes and he froze.

He didn’t comfort crying women, and
definitely not pregnant ones.

“What’s another word for object?” She asked
looking confused.

“A thing?” He said slowly.
“Yes! Stop treating me like a thing! I’m not a
thing! I’m Abena! A person like you. Treat
me with respect.” She shouted slapping her
palms against his chest. She went on and
on slapping his chest and saying incoherent
words while he stood there just looking at
her.

He held her hands in place and sighed. “I’m
sorry Abena.” He said surprising himself.
He never apologized, to anyone.
She looked up at him with her glassy eyes.
He just realised that her eyes were brown.
Her hair was messy and it fell on her face,
he couldn’t help but think of the fact that
they were alone in that room. And even in
pregnancy, she looked sexier than the other
models he had been with. He gazed at her
night dress and her ebony skin, desire
evident in his eyes.

Ignoring how tempting she looked in her
dark blue flimsy night dress, he placed her
hands down beside her. She cleared her
throat and walked towards the bed, laying
down and covering herself with the blanket.
“Abeg close the door and switch the lights
off.” She said casually before shutting her
eyes tightly.

After tidying the place up quietly, he left the
room. But not before whispering good night.