Episode 3
WRITER - EWOMA
PRESENTER - BBREIGNS
Episode 3
2.
Purity sat on the dining chair at the rare
end of the restaurant. The tables were
covered with red table cloths, and lit candles
on them. The lights were dim making the
restaurant more romantic.
She’d chosen the far end of the restaurant
not to be easily noticed or recognized by the
people she knew. She’d been forced to go out
on a date with Jeremy Broderick. Her papa
had warned to disinherit her. Now she had
no other option than to comply to his wish.
She was surely going to pay the old man back.
She sighed, relaxing on the chair. She hadn’t
ordered anything. She just have to wait for
Jeremy, then he’d order and the rest. She
silently prayed he wouldn’t come. He must
hate her too, after the way she’s treated
him years back he never spoke to her. She
was happy about that. He would say no, then
they can explain to their parents the date
was a disaster. She smiled to herself.
She stretched her arm and glanced at her
wrist-watch. It was 7:15 p.m. She let out a
breath. She was lightly sad and very happy
at the same time. Sad cuz she really wanted
to see him, curious of what he’d look like
now. Why should she even care? She scoffed.
She was happy cuz the date wouldn’t work
out as planned, she’d never get to marry her
worst enemy-Jeremy.
Purity searched her bag, dug out her cell
phone and called her father.
“Papa, I’m coming home.”
“This early? What did you do?”
Phew! So, I’m always wrong? He can’t do
anything wrong?
“He hasn’t arrived. I guess he doesn’t wanna
see my face.” she smirked, her father
couldn’t see it.
“I talked with Edwin, he says his son will be
there.”
“He changed his mind. See you at home.”
She hung up and smiled mischievously.
Without looking up, she quickly got hold of
her bag, opened it and brought a notepad
and a pen. She scribbled something down:
I waited and waited.
I lost my patience.
-P.
She smiled grimly at the words she wrote.
Tore the sheet out, and placed it on the
table. She turned to leave, as she did, she
crashed into someone-a man. The accident
sent her cell crashing on the floor.
Infuriated, she raised her eyes to see the
idiot that had ruined her cell. He had brown
spiky hair, a hard, slender, muscular face.
His eyebrows were bushy and thick. His
sparkling hazel eyes, penetrating her. His
nose was firm and pointed. His lips- pink,
full and dry. His chin- strong.
He was lean and tall about 6 feet, 3 inches.
His muscular chest and body covered with a
tuxedo and his feet with brogues. He looked
devastatingly handsome. He smiled at her
revealing a white, perfect set of teeth. He
offered his big right hand for a handshake.
Oh, his smile was breathtaking.
Purity stood, watching him.
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“Holy s--t! I’m gong to be late!” Jeremy
cursed as he rode his Volvo XC90 on the
highway, he was on his way to ‘Golden’
restaurant where he’d meet Purity Theodore
after eighteen years. He wondered how she’d
look like- beautiful, maybe. He hoped her
manners had changed. The mood he was in
now, he could strangle anyone who’d make
him more upset. He thought of how she’d view
him- he was late on their first date. It’d
surely give her more reasons to spite him.
He had never wanted to go, he had almost
sneaked out of the house. But his dad had
heart attack. Edwin Broderick pleaded with
him to obey his wish. Grudgingly, Jeremy had
to get dressed to meet Purity Theodore after
calling the doctor and asking the servants to
take care of him.
Jeremy had no idea if he was jinxed or not.
How could his father get cardiac arrest on
the very night he’d have escaped being with
Purity? He never knew if the old man was
faking it.
Jeremy finally arrived at the restaurant. He
parked his car, jumped down, and walked
briskly into it. He wasn’t sure how he looked,
he didn’t care. He hoped she’d hate him
and it’d be all over. As he got to the
entrance, he made enquiries from a waiter,
as he did, he spotted a lady at the far end
of the restaurant.
She had long brown hair that fell past her
shoulders. She had a high forehead, a soft
and oval face. Her brows were tick and
arched. Her silver eyes danced with mischief.
She had an acquiline nose, thin lips that
were painted red.
Her slender body covered with a black
sleevless gown, stopping at her knee level.
She wore a black wedge to match.
She was scribbling something down. When she
was done, she read it. Seeing the evil smile
playing on her lips, Jeremy knew that was
Purity. She was about leaving? Hell no! He
excused himself from the waiter and dashed
off to her. He hadn’t been careful, he
didn’t notice her moving. He stumbled into
her.
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