Chapter 6



Charles POV

My eyes were glued to her endless thighs. Instead of plotting, I had been sitting here, watching her like a hulk for about ten minutes now. Every single waiter that had come close to me was dismissed with the wave of my hand.

I couldn't for the life of me understand this intense reaction I was experiencing. Why couldn't I get my eyes off her? Why did her laughter turn me hard as steel? Why did--

My thoughts were interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. Who had the guts to touch me without my permission?

I reluctantly dragged my gaze away from the object of my obsession, and settled it on--

Who the fuck was this? I thought angrily.

The lady in front of me was a waitress. But I couldn't for the life of me understand why a reputable hotel like this would employ something of her calibre. Her pink uniform was so tight and short that I wondered if she had a set of underwear on. That was probably her aim in the first place.

The state of her dress was enough to draw any red-blooded man to her thighs. And given my state of mind twenty minutes ago, I would have been one of those men. But unfortunately, she was twenty minutes late.

My eyes moved slowly from her thighs to the swell of her breast, and the curve of her neck before finally settling on her eyes. They were brown. I hated brown.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?" I growled, with a look of disgust on my face.

She did a double-take, battering her eyelashes in surprise. Or was it her twisted sense of seduction?

God help me.

"Just wanted to ask you what you'd like to order sir." She finally replied. Licking her lips as she did.

"Don't ever touch me unless I give you permission to," I barked. Intending to make it sound like an order.

Her pupils dilated.

"How long would I have to wait to get that permission?" She asked as she placed her hands on the table and bent slightly. strategically positioning herself to show off her cleavage.

Oh, lord! What kind of fresh hell is this?

"Is this not against company policy?" I calmly asked her, eyebrows etched.

She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it shut. Was our sultry waitress speechless now?

"I thought you were all flirty and confident seconds ago?" I asked again. Waiting patiently for her response.

She looked pale.

"Was I? I just thought-- " She drifted off as she realised her mistake. Words failing her, she straightened and began fidgeting with her short dress in an attempt to cook up an excuse.

I made a tsking sound with my tongue as I said; "I think I'll pay your manager a surprise visit. You never know what might be said."

"Please don't do that. I could lose my job," she pleaded in a hushed tone.

"Is that an apology?"

"N-no?" She stammered.

"Go on, " I urged.

She gulped, "My behaviour towards you was very inappropriate. In light of this, I'd like to say I am sorry."

I chuckled. Surprisingly, she was able to string coherent words together.

"Better." I acknowledged. Sending her an approving nod.

Now that I had taken care of her, I needed to send her away before the picture of her creamy thighs became stuck in my brain. There was so much a man could take.

"Get me a glass of juice, jollof rice and roasted chicken," I said to her dismissively.

Before she hurried away, I stole a glance at her badge. The fucking plastic was right between her breasts.

Lord!

Despite the temptation, I was still able to catch her name. "Meg."

She was a brave young girl. Dangerous even. All she needed was a bit of opportunity and she was going to rule the world.

I smiled inwardly at the thought.

Now that Meg was out of my sight, I focused my attention on the latest object of my obsession.

Hazel eyes.

I couldn't keep calling her Hazel eyes. I needed to become better informed about her. Which meant I had to her purse from my car.

But how was I going to do it without drawing attention to myself? I needed a way to--

My eyes caught a figure through the show glass. Barely a second after I saw him, he turned and connected his eyes with mine.

He gave me a bow of recognition and I waved him over.

"Hey, What's your name again?" I asked him the moment he reached my table.

"It's Emaka, sir. Thank you for the tip again." Emaka said, bowing his head in appreciation.

"You don't have to thank me. You deserved it," I smiled, then said, "Could you do something for me please?"

"Yes, whatever you need, sir."

"I need you to get a blue purse from my car. You do remember my car right?"

"Of course I do."

"Good. Just check around the passenger seat and you'll find it" I dropped my car keys in his hands and watched him as he hurried out to do my bidding.

I breathed a sigh of relief. One down, two to go.

Within minutes, Emeka was back, with the purse hidden inside black nylon. I hadn't told him to do this. I guess he took the hint and decided to act on his own accord. Good thing he could think on his feet.

"Thank you, Emeka." I removed some naira bills from my back pocket and handed them over to him.

His eyes widened as he began, "Thank--"

I cut him midway, "Emeka It's okay. You can go now."

As soon as he was gone, I took out the purse from the nylon, opened it and took out her ID card.

Annabelle Williams

Partner at a W.B law firm.

Fuck!

I almost dropped the card as if it had burnt me. She was a partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in Nigeria. They were almost in every single state in the country.

My need for her increased. She was as successful as she was beautiful. Fuck! What a dangerous combination.

Annabelle.

I tasted her name on my tongue and liked it.

I watched as Vivian left the hall. Leaving her all alone at her table. For a moment there, I thought about going to see her now. But had a change of heart.

Annabelle had been drinking glass upon glass of the vodka I saw on her table. During their conversation, I overheard her saying she was going to hit the bar. And I figured sober Annabelle was way better than drunk Annabelle.

If I planned to work, I needed her sane.

As I mused over my plans, my food arrived.

Finally!

I couldn't help but whistle as the thrill of the hunt washed over me.

And as I picked up my cutlery and dug in, I heard the voice of my inner monster cooing.

"Soon Charlie boy, Soon."