"Run Baby girl, but I'll always find you"
Question: What is your favorite country.
Monaco, Monte Carlo..
Rays of sunlight stream into the room highlighting a luxurious decor, casting a soft golden glow on plush carpets and illuminating the scent of imported flowers.
A yawn escapes her lips before she slowly peels her eyes open.
Unfocused and still disoriented from just waking up from a deep slumber she stretches before turning to face the right side of her bed.
'I could spend a lifetime on this bed'
Kiara Snickers internally.
The sight that meets her almost had her screaming but she quickly uses a fist to palm her lips.
'Thank God for quick reflex'
Tears well up in her eyes as she tries hard to keep any sound of frustration from escaping her lips.
'What have I done'.
'Astagfurillah' She whispers, staring up at the ceiling of the room.
The foreign feeling of hands around her body makes her skin heat up, her mind dazed and lost.
Her gaze remains stuck at the ceiling for some seconds, her heart torn between turning to face her sins and acknowledging them.
Kiara stares at the handsome stranger and as her eyes traces every feature of his, from his midnight black curly hair, dark perfectly shaped brows, long lashes that have her touching hers and a straight nose leading down to his slightly red lips.
Those lips.
They were sin for sure.
Brief flashback….
"T..the drug" Kiara stutters, already feeling the effects of the drug which was given to her.
"Let me help" He had whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he placed a hand around her waist.
Instantly she curls into him, her body clinging on to him.
'Strangers are dangers'
Especially beautiful ones dressed in expensive suits.
End of flashback…
Her already light skin had gone hot, heat creeping up her cheeks.
It is only then she comes to her senses.
"Shit" With that, Kiara scrambles her steps carefully and carefully.
Being careful not to wake him she picks up his discarded tee shirt and trousers.
After buttoning the shirt and staring at the trousers she decides to just fold them as everything is just too big.
'What a giant'
'Wani irin wando ne wannan' what kind of trouser is this?
'Who sleeps in a stranger's house'.
'One you got Married for one night….'.
"God I am so stupid" Kiara mutters under her breath.
A silent plea for forgiveness escaping her lips as she wipes off a tear.
She places the room, finger placed between her lips as her brows furrow in deep concentration.
It is only when her gaze moves back to the bed does she halt.
After putting and arranging the clothes which she is still swimming in. The pants stretch for miles and she folds it above her ankle before dealing with the shirt. she grabs the pen and book which they had thrown after the doctor left.
Her hand hesitates as she stares at the paper in front of her.
Kiara's fingers tremble slightly and with a sigh she clenches them around the pen before starting to pen down her message.
'Thank you for last night handsome, I hope we never meet again.
Please take this as payment for your generosity'
Yours truly K.
After leaving the note and taking away the gold anklet strapped to her ankles, she drops everything on the bed side table where she is sure he could easily spot the letter before grabbing her bag which was no doubt brought in by him.
Tying her silk scarf In a turban style she turns.
And she starts walking or more like tiptoeing out of the room but she stops for a few seconds to stare at his face.
"I really hope we never see each other again" she whispers under her breath.
If only she knew…..
Like a thief from a huge mission impossible task, Kiara tiptoes out of the room and her heart nearly stops when she sees men dressed in military wear.
The men stood at attention, their polished boots glinting from the light falling on them, their faces stern and eyes looking straight ahead.
She had barely glanced at the hallways or rooms of the penthouse but now standing in a silent kind of luxury she cannot help but give a nod.
'At least he has taste'.
She pauses just for a nano second and tries to shake off any sign of nervousness from her body.
From how rigid the men standing in the hallways are standing and huge guns strapped on them there's no need for a genius to tell you just how trained they are.
Breathing in and out she calms herself down before walking down like there is nothing wrong.
All the men there don't so much as stare at her shadow as they remember the instructions from their boss.
'I don't like eyes on what is mine'
Else you'd be fine without them'.
Simple and easy and very much Azev's style.
Walking out of the hotel and outside, she quickly stops a taxi which she tells the way to the airport.
'Is everything ready'
The text message is sent to her assistant who replies positively.
Meanwhile in Azev's room.
Letting out a low groan that vibrates round the huge room, a small smile plays on the lips of the cold man laying on the huge bed with the sheets covering from his waist down below.
His muscles flex with just a movement from him as he attempts to draw closer to her warmth.
The upper part of his body exposed with the black sheets covering the lower part of his figure.
"Malaki" Azev calls out his voice sounding deeper and huskier from just waking up from sleep.
Stretching out his hand, he goes to feel the warmth of her but his hands land on a cold bed.
The panic sets in at that moment as he doesn't hesitate.
Instantly he jolts awake with wide frantic eyes.
His eyes first stop at the space close to him on the bed as he kneels on the bed, the bed sinking from the weight of his legs.
His grey orbs darken slightly as he stares at the bed hard before parting his lips.
"Baby" Azev calls out his eyes searching all round the room.
He doesn't waste time and strides towards the bathroom hoping and praying to find her there.
He tries to calm himself, his breathing already turning erratic.
"No, No, No" Instantly he moves towards the closet, his body tense and muscles rolling.
"Malaki" Azev growls out but he is met only by the sound of the breeze entering through the empty windows.
The door to the room opens and he instantly turns towards it expecting to find her standing there only to be greeted by the sight of a waitress rolling in a cart of food.
The waitress who sees Azev standing in all his handsome glory.
Half baked, his taut muscles firm and shaped like carved stones, freeze and stare at him with her. Mouth agape.
She had heard the other waitresses and even waiters talking about the man and now seeing him stuns her.
"Get out" Just those words from him and she snaps out of whatever trance she was in.
Without being told twice the waitress runs out of the room.
That is when something catches his attention, the anklet gliming from sun rays on it.
He marches towards it and when he reads the words on the paper a chuckle escapes his lips.
Amusement dances in his orbs when he sees the 'Payment she left behind like he is a little call boy.
'Run Mio, But I'll always find you'
"ANDRE, ZANDER" Azev roars out, shaking the upper floor where his apartment is placed.
Andre, who hears his name being called, freezes before he trembles lightly while Zander gulps, with a clearing of his throat.
They immediately walk towards Azev's room and when they get there they are greeted by his back as he stares out into the city.
"Find her".....
Abuja, Nigeria
Present day...
Sighing and letting out a purr, she burrows deeper into the bed her face nestled in the soft blanket. The familiar scent transports her into a place of warmth of familiarity.
As Kiara flutters her eyes open the sweet, spicy scent of turaren wuta wafts into her senses and wraps around her like a warm blanket.
Her fingers curl around the edge of her blanket as she pulls it closer, for a moment she forgets about the day ahead.
CRINGE…
The annoying sound of her alarm makes her glare at the small alarm clock in the shape of a bunny placed on the bedside table.
'I absolutely hate mornings' She mumbles under her breath and drops a leg down her bed.
With just half her body still sprawled on the huge bed she places a kiss on it before digging her nose into the bedsheets.
"I need to get up" It comes out more like a question than a sentence.
Her room which is her little haven is decorated to fit her taste.
Kiara's room is a serene Oasis, its elegance lies in its simplicity. Soft grey walls enveloped her and a plush cream-coloured carpet sank beneath her feet, making her bare feet tickle from contact.
A minimalist chandelier cast a warm glow over the space, illuminating the carefully curated decor. A vintage Hermes vase on her dresser holds a single white orchid,its delicate petals a touch of understated sophistication.
As she pads across the room, her feet barely making any sound she makes her way to the bathroom.
The door opens to reveal a spacious sanctuary with sleek black marble countertops, and a rainfall showerhead. The air is filled with her favorite Jo Malone scented candles.
A glass section of her bathroom which is dedicated to her gym routine has her Lululemon gym outfit hung on a rack. She reaches for her toothbrush, a gleaming sonicare and begins her morning routine.
After brushing her teeth, she splashes cold water on her face multiple times, after that she takes her gym outfit and slips into it the mini jumpsuit immediately hugging her body.
She pairs it with the huge t-shirt she had taken from her eldest brother-Ammar's room.
'Gym time'.After getting dressed she steps out of her room and makes her way towards their home gym.
A huge room which was transformed by her introverted elder brother who prefers his privacy and had decided to have his own space.
She pushes open the door and she is immediately welcomed by booming music, she stands there to stare at the space.
Her sister Aya sitting at the edge of one of the treadmills with her phone in hand and scrolling mindlessly-probably Instagram.
Amar the eldest busy raising weights and Omar his twin busy with a kettlebell.
"Family" Just as the word escapes her lips a crushing weight wraps around her,her feet lifted slightly from the marble floor of the gym room.
The air gets knocked from her lungs and she feels her air being compressed.
"Addy,ewww" With her nose wrinkled in disgust she pushes him away, her skin sticky from coming in contact with his sweaty body.
The booming music is lowered accompanied by the laughter from her siblings.
"You want to kill me this early morning with the smell of sweat" With her nose wrinkled in disgust she pushes her body away from him.
Lips parted, and a dramatic gasp escaping his lips as he placed a hand on his muscular chest he passes her an offended look.
"How dare you tell the most handsome guy in Abuja that he smells sweat, do you know how many girls are dying for a hug" Adnan says his British accent peeking out and to back his statement up he raises his hand and flexes his muscles, an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Most handsome keh" Aya says, rolling her eyes as she finally drops her phone beside her.
"Help me ask well o" Kiara's voice is dramatic as she walks over to Omar-Ammar's twin for a short hug.
Seeing that she willingly hugged Omar, Adnan's face mirrors a scandalized human.
"You just hugged him" This time his gasp is louder as he pulls the towel away from his neck to throw at her.
Kiara dodges with a chuckle as she eyes her brother.
How a 6'2 tall caramel skinned handsome man can act this way is still surprising.
Out of her male siblings, Adnan definitely has the charm with his caramel skin glittering like refined honey, dark long hair in braids, perfectly shaped eyebrows and a body drool worthy he sure is a sight for sore eyes.
But Omar is the definition of handsome, especially that between himself and his twin Ammar he has soft features, almost feminine having almost resembling their mother.
"Yaya Ammar you are seeing this small girl" Ammar barely glanced towards their direction but the look in his eyes betray him as he looks amused.
He shakes his head with a small smile and focuses on his workout.
"You started it, it is only a dirty man that'll hug someone when he's sweaty" Omar says.
Adnan turns to glare at him and immediately smirks as a thought runs through his head.
"Tell him" Kiara supports and steps on the treadmill.
"See your head like tell him, if I nod you" Adnan speaks, his tone light and teasing as he demonstrates.
"Oshey Agama" Omar breathes and the whole room erupts in laughter.
After that everyone focuses on his routine.
Some moments later…..
Kiara had long stepped out of the gym only to quickly head to her room to take a shower and prepare for breakfast.
She grabs her shower products, Byredo's gypsy water shampoo, Ligne st Barths shower gel, and a rose-petal body scrub from D.S and Durga. She steps into the shower and lets the water wash away any form of stress.
After her shower she steps out wrapped in a fluffy towel and pads towards her walk in closet.
The place is a haven of organization with rows of exquisite clothes, shoes, bags and accessories.
Magazines of different brands sitting on top shelves.
She slips into a body hugging shirt from Givenchy and a Marine serre wide legged jeans, paired with a Micheal Kor tote bag and decides to go for low sandals.
After that she decides to pick a scarf from the section of her closet which houses them.
After taming her waist length black hair she ties the scarf into a neat turban and steps out.
Kiara steps out of the room only to bump into Adnan at the door.
They pass each other a knowing glance.
"Race you there"
The dining room is filled with quiet chatter. The walls are adorned with rich, dark wood paneling and a crystal chandelier refracting light into a kaleidoscope of colours. The scent of freshly made masa and other northern delicacies fill the air.
Her father Alhaji Muhammed Indimi is seated at the head of the table with a newspaper in hand and glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
The dark kaftan made from Akwete fabric compliments his chocolate skin.
Alhaji Muhammed Indimi a well known businessman in the whole of west Africa and internationally is respected and an honorable figure.
His wife Hajiya Faleey Indimi, a light skinned beautiful woman from Niamey is dressed in an ultra luxurious blue HKG lace sewn into a bubu gown, her jewelry simple and minimal.
Ammar is dressed in his usual suit for office, Omar is sitted in matching sweats while Aya is dressed like she is going for a fashion parade.
Her black Gucci shirt clings to her figure which she had paired with wide legged pants and a matching jacket, black Jimmy Choos and a Chanel handbag.
The peace and quiet is ruined when the two figures storm into the dinning area.
"Inna Lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun" Indeed we belong to Allah, and to him we shall return.
Hajiya Faleey esclaims while glaring at her kids, a hand placed on her chest.
"Good morning Mr and Mrs Indimi, the most beautiful couple I know" Kiara says completely ignoring her mother as she places kisses on their cheeks.
Seeing that her mother is about to say something she quickly starts eating.
"How will you not starve when you run off to a foreign country?" Her mother still scolds.
"Speaking of foreign countries, how was the meeting in Monaco?" Her father has his attention focused on her now as he waits for a response.
Monaco…
"Malaki"... The whispers come back and she stares dazed, with her mind going back to Monaco and the handsome Bature.
"Kiki" The calling of her name startles her and that is when she realizes she zoomed off.
"I.." Her lips part but she closes them again, the words proving too heavy to roll out.
A mirthless, cold chuckle makes her look towards her eldest sibling.
Ammar-the man she has been avoiding.
"How else would it be when I told you not to let her go?" He says, his tone harsh and biting.
Kiara closes her eyes as she exhales sharply.
"Ammar" Their father calls out in a warning voice but that only seems to trigger him.
Bang..
Ammar bangs the table before pushing back his chair, the screeching sound an evidence of force.
"I told you not to let her go, you know what happened the last ti…" Before he can complete his sentence, Kiara pushes back her chair.
The sound of the chair meeting the marbled floor resonates.
"Have a good day everyone, I'll be in school" Her voice quivers, with her lower lips trembling.
Kiara sucks in a harsh breath before marching out.
Aya doesn't waste time and runs after her while Omar and Adnan just stand up with their plate of food in hand.
Kiara steps out and immediately walks towards the black Range Rover SUV parked to take them to school.
Her head nods at the greetings of the guards automatically before she enters leaving the door open for Aya.
The ride to school is silent with only the soft him of AC and her sister's hand in hers as Aya rests her head on her shoulder.
The moment they get to school, Kiara steps out of the car already breathing in the air of the compound.
Kiara barely glances around before she starts walking towards her class for the morning.
"Fine girl" A familiar voice calls out behind her with a small whistle and she immediately stops.
Turning to face the owner of the voice a small smile forms.
"Player" Kiara calls out and the boy standing behind her bursts out laughing, his pearly white teeth glittering and attracting attention to them.
Being a chocolate skinned tall guy with brains, Khalil Mustafa is every girl's dream, his father being a senator the added bonus.
He strolls towards Kiara, a swagger in his steps with arms wide open in a gesture of a hug,the white t-shirts training against his body .
"It's like you chop crase" it's like you are crazy.
Kiara says, rolling her eyes as she dodges his arms.
Khalil chuckles already used to her self righteous behavior.
He opens his mouth to say something only to be cut off by a stranger.
"Kiara Indimi, Mr Umar asked me to call you to his office" With that he walks away but not before casting her a lingering glance.
"What does that one want again?" She groans, already picturing the very annoying man.
"Should I follow you there?" Khalil asks in a tense voice.
"I'll manage, waitin that small lizard fit do me" What can that lizard do to me?
With that she pulls out her transparent glasses from her bag and walks towards the office.
Knocking at the door she waits till she is given permission before stepping in.
The man is seated behind a brown rectangular desk, dressed in a white button up shirt that strains at his stomach area and black slacks.
One side of the office is filled with a shelf of books while the table has two chairs in front of it.
"Good morning sir, you asked for me" Kiara goes straight to the point.
She walks to stand In Front of the table, with one hand holding a chair.
The man's gaze travels from her face down to her body and immediately it makes her skin crawl. With his head nearly bald which she concludes is from years of wickedness, he smiles the unkept moustache on his upper lips standing out.
"Yes my dear please sit down" He says gesturing towards the chairs.
'This man is playing with fire' Kiara says internally as she taps her foot on the floor.
"Sorry sir but I have a class soon so can I know why you called for me" The man's expression falls just for sometime before he quickly masks it and stands up from his chair, he walks towards her with quick steps.
'"You see you are a very beautiful woman" He begins.
"I know," Kiara says, already understanding where he is going.
"I..Well I've noticed you for sometime and I have this feelings for you. I wan.." She doesn't allow him to finish as she hisses and turns to walk away.
'Aikin banza'
"Stop" Before she can register what is happening she feels his hand tugging at her veil and it comes dropping with her hair loosening from its bun.
Out of reflex she turns and slaps him.
"How dare you" A furious Mr Umar says as he lunges towards her.
She dodges and he goes sprawling on the floor, a loud scream escaping his lips from pain.
Kiara glares at his figure before stepping closer to him, raising up a leg she stomps her leg hard on his hand, already regretting not wearing heels.
"Next time you try to touch me with these stupid hands of yours be ready for punishment" Kiara hisses and she applies pressure while the man screams, sweat dripping from his head to his face.
With one last glare she steps out while redoing her scarf as she calls a number.
Noraiz….
"Hey booboo" A deep voice says from the other end of the phone..
Please leave your thoughts behind I'll really love it and votes
What do you think about this chapter???