Writer - EWOMA
Presenter - BBREIGNS
Episode 19
She gazed at him, her mouth gape. “You…you…she
actually wanted that?”
He nodded. “Jeremy is not aware. If he’d known,
he would have forced you to marry him.”
She agreed. “Yeah. He would. Know what he did
today?”
“What?”
“He barged into my office. Pleaded with me to get
along with him all for you. I bet he’ll do some
other crazy things when he hears his mum’s last
wish.” She smiled at the thought of Jeremy
kneeling, seriously begging her to marry him.
Frowned at the thought of him handcuffing her
hand to his, forcing her to marry him.
“I agree with you. Will you marry him?”
She never expected that question. “I had said yes
before. But I’m not sure.”
“Carry out her last wish. Please.”
“What if its a loveless, unhappy marriage?”
“That’s why you’re courting now. You’ll get to love
him-”
The footsteps of Jeremy could be heard,
interrupting Edwin. He appeared. He’d had his
bath. Dressed in a white cotton shirt and black
denim. Slippers covered his feet. Purity marvelled
at how good he looked. Her eyes roving all over his
body. Her gaze met his. Those piercing eyes
penetrating her soul. She became still. His
charming smile overwhelming her more and more.
Butterflies sprang to life in her tummy. Purity,
what’s this unfamiliar feeling?
Edwin observed the young children in his presence
and smiled to himself. They were gradually falling
for themselves. He was glad. He got on his feet.
“Don’t forget what we talked about. Good night.”
Purity watched him leave and muttered ‘good
night.’ She was sure he didn’t hear it. He briefly
patted Jeremy on the back before strolling out of
the room. Jeremy nodded.
“Hey, can I sit here?” he pointed at the spot his
father just vacated.
“Yep.”
She perceived his masculine scent as he filled the
space next to her. “You’re really fast.”
“Sad that I didn’t give you enough time to talk
with my dad?”
“Uh, kind of. Was getting to enjoy our
conversation.”
“My father’s never boring. Just like me,” he
boasted.
She snorted. “Stop dreaming. You’re probably the
most boring man I’d ever met. Always fighting with
me.”
Wow. He was suddenly interested to know more
about the men she’d dated. “Tell me about the
one you liked best.”
She tossed her head. “There’s no one.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I actually mean that I’ve never dated. A
romantic date. Never had one.”
He wasn’t going to buy that big, fat lie. What did
she mean that she’d never dated? She was rich,
pretty and had the body that men would fight
over. Even if she really didn’t go out, there must
be at least, one who had been in her life. This is
the twenty-first century. She should come up with
another lie cause he wasn’t gonna buy this one.”
“We’re friends. Tell me the truth,” he pleaded.
She laughed. “Why don’t you tell me about you?
I’m beginning to bore you. There’s nothing
interesting about me.”
He grumbled. “No. Do you really mean it? You’ve
never dated? Gone out on a date?”
“Yep.” She crossed her legs, “Tonight was my first.”
she was twisting her fingers.
He’d never met anyone like this before. He’d
dated and discarded so many women but never
came across one like this. He glimpsed at her,
then at the 42inches television before him. The
T.V. stared back. “You’re, you’re a-”
“A virgin,” she calmly said it.
His eyes drifted to he once more. Here was a
woman who was so different from other women.
She was really a virgin? He’d never met one, even
once. Tricia who had been a little bit responsible
had lost her virginity at the age of sixteen. Sitting
beside him, a woman who had never dated and at
the age of twenty-five, a virgin. He was intrigued
by her. She was pure. Really pure. At that
moment, he vowed to protect her. He’d never let
any guy harm her. He’d marry her as pure as she
was- a virgin.
“What about kissing?” he wanted to know more.
Her eyes dropped to the ground. “That was my
first.”
“Really?” And she was good at it.
“Yeah. Weird, right?”
“Not at all. Its cool. Glad I stole that kiss.”
She blushed. “I’m not ashamed of it.”
“You shouldn’t. Um, did you actually think of
losing your virginity?”
“In my head. I don’t see myself getting married.
There’s no one who could take care of me like my
parents, especially my father. I’m feeling dizzy.
Drive me home.”
“Its past nine. Sleep over.
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