Lekki Sisi - S01 E87

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Lekki Sisi - S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

A week after Yetunde left for the United States, I returned from a meeting with the M.D of Zach Tech to find Patrick sitting in the reception, reading a magazine. Seeing him was such a relief because I was so drained out by the meeting and furious with the terrible way I’d been treated by the M.D who felt because I was a woman, I had nothing serious to offer. I’d left his office almost in tears.

‘You look upset.’ Patrick said as we entered my office.

‘I had a rough day. Business is like that sometimes.’ I pulled out a bottle of chilled apple juice from the fridge while Patrick got two cups from the cabinet.

‘I didn’t mean to bump into you like this.’ Patrick said as I filled the cups.

‘It’s fine. You came at the right time.’

I emptied the glass and refilled before sitting beside Patrick.

‘Dad was at my house this evening.’ Patrick said.

‘Oh. Nice. He told me he had a meeting but he would be travelling back immediately after the meeting to attend a function in Abuja.’

Patrick placed a bunch of keys in my palm. ‘He sent his wedding gift ahead.’

I looked from Patrick to the bunch of keys. ‘What’s this?’

Patrick smiled. ‘The duplex. Our wedding gift. He has given me the contact of the lawyer who’d help us with the papers.’

My eyes widened. ‘How are we supposed to live in that big house alone.’

Patrick brought a small box from his pocket and gave it to me. ‘This is from Shade’s mother.’

I opened it to find a beautiful necklace and a matching pair of earrings.

‘This is so beautiful.’

Patrick stood up. ‘That’s what I came to deliver. I think I should leave you to work. I’ll pick you up at 5.’

I pulled his hand. ‘Please stay a little more.’

‘But you have work to do.’

As if to confirm Patrick’s statement, Cynthia, my secretary came in to inform me that some men from one of the big firms we managed were at the reception waiting to see me.

Patrick stopped at the door and faced me. ‘Can’t we just move this wedding date closer. Mehn, this body needs to be fed. Wedding night, come abeg.’

I laughed. ‘Bro, the patient dog eats the fattest bone. Besides, our wedding is next month. It’s here already. But until then we wait.’

‘Definitely. We don’t negotiate where sexual purity is concerned. Lest I forget, I’ve booked our flight to Paris. Every other logistics has been settled.’

I jumped in excitement. My first trip outside the shores of Nigeria would be my honeymoon.