Chapter 8 Cakes and ass cake

• 12th January
• I hated birthdays , they were so .......unnecessary. Just a countdown to your death. Like I get it more years to toil and struggle on this planet to survive and still die, what even is the point?
• “I hope to reincarnate as a tree” I said while poking the three tier purple and pink chocolate cake Nengi had gotten for me which was coincidentally my
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• favorite color and avor .
• “You always ....mmmhfhkk... say bullshit”
• Sally replied across from me while stufng her face with lemon slice & pickles covered with cake icing . If this is how pregnancy craving is then I absolutely want no part . Speaking of bullshit while taking lemon .
• Nengi had coincidentally ew her from Texas for my birthday and we had ended up at tipsy amingo restaurant . I had never felt betrayed in my life before cause rstly I don’t recalll telling Nengi it was birthday today and she made me follow her out cause apparently she needed i and Wena for moral support during her non existent photo shoot .
• “I actually do have a photoshoot later today if that’s the reason you’re staring at me like you want to kill me” I kicked her under the table
• “I can’t even if I wanted to , you shouldn’t have . All these ..” I waved at the cake and the very much expensive presents . I could recognize a Burberry bag from 100 miles away
• “it’s lovely , what a lucky girl I am to have the both of you by my side but still it is just too much”
• “It’s literally nothing , I had spare $73,000 I totally forgot about in one of my accounts and wasn’t using”
• “You had spare $73,000? Who has that amount of spare money” Sally cuts in
• “Her daddy is Baranago of B and F petroleum corporation oil PLC of course she has spare money.
• “WHAT!” Sally shrieks and Wena Jumps to the table .
• “One day you’re going to give my child PTSD” I murmured while rubbing Wena’s fur to calm her down.
• “You’re besties with what? Am oil trust fund baby Y, not everyone has this to their name “ then she went to eating another weird food combination I willl not be mentioning.
• “Wait till you nd out about her monthly allowance”
• “Omg shush I’m keeping a low prole, you capricorns” Nengi whispered
• “I’m not a caprisunne”Sally said dryly “I give it to your dad for keeping a low prole on his kids i didn’t even know what you or your siblings looked like”
• “Are you now a Nigerian billionaire connoisseur?” I asked
• “One thing about me I’ll keep up to date with the stacked melanin men”
• “It’s getting embarrassing now, I have to get to my shoot anyways” Nengi chuckled while packing her things.
• “She’s making me follow her to this billionaire camp next month ...”
• “Tanya!” She glared at me while leaving the table “I’m going to pay the bills, don’t look at my ass”
• Immediately Nengi left ,Sally showed me her phone screen and it was a google search of Duke Baranago .
• “2.8 billion dollars in net worth , his genera......”
• Whatever she kept saying I didn’t hear cause I could have sworn I saw a man with a very familiar dark and curly hair but his back was to me .
• I could feel my pulse racing and my heart in my throat
• “Give me one second Sal “ I stood ip immediately and kept walking across the restaurant to get to him when Nengi obstructed me.
• “Not you escaping your birthday dinner “
• “I’m not....” I tilted my head to see if he was still there
• “Ok...you look lost , where are you going to?”
• “That person over there looks familiar, someone I lost contact with”
• “I’ve settled the bills , my manager is waiting for me outside”
• “Ok bye, I’ll meet you at home “ I continued walking and nally got to his table
• “Pablo?”
• The supposed Pablo turned and I was startled “Talking to me?”
• “I’m so sorry, you looked familiar from behind” “It’s ne mam” he smiled and continued eating
• I sighed in defeat and went to the public convinience to adjust my wig under my party hat . What was I even thinking ? I can’t just walk up to any curly haired person and hoping that it would be Pablo. Finished xing my wig and went to meet Sally who was still checking Nengis fathers net worth and Wena messing with my gift wraps.
• “Her mum was an actress and one of the daughters of a late king . Royalty, money in one family whew I need to go to the motherland” she drops her phone and gives me her full attention.
• “What are you thinking about now?”
• “Nothing” I cut a part of the cake and took a large bite “I know stress eating when I see it”
• “Says a pwegnaf woman” i mumbled between bites “Hey I’m eating for two! Not that much on me” “Whatever rocks yo....”
• “Omg I don’t feel good”
• “What is it”I swiftly move to her side of her table
• “I think I’m going to die” she makes gargling noises and the next thing I hear is a very very large fart. The occupants of the nearest table besides us turn to our direction. I look away in shame
• “Oops” Sally cheeked
• Wena brought her head out of the bag and looked at me in a condescending judgmental way
• “I didn’t do it”
• “The way I’m on heat , whew I need Ty in me right now”
• “Like I’ll always say, you keep inspiring me to not do the pregnancy thing” “That’s not a nice thing to say to a pregnant woman”
• “I’m never going to hear the end of it. Can’t wait till that baby comes out” “Touche”
• “Let’s go, I’m tired”
• “Bye”
• I scowled at her
• “Bye? Are you not coming with me?”
• “No I’m going back to the airport,” she stage whispers “I’m on heat” “Eww, let’s go Wena”
• Reason 1000 why elevators will forever remain goated. I had the cake packed in a 12,10& 8 inches box on top each other on both hands, Wena’s
• leash wrapped on my left while the gifts in their shopping bags occupied my right. There was no where I could have done that while climbing ights of staircase to the sixth oor
• “Please hold the elevator” I shrieked at the red haired male in front of me.
• “That’s a lot of cake, let me help you with that” said the red head while easing me off my load. His crisp accent reminded me of scones and tea, no offense.
• “Thank you so much” I sighed with pure contentment.
• Wena , the social Queen that she is walked majestically to him rubbing her body on his leg. Am I the only female not on heat?
• “Cute bichon frise you have there ,what’s her name?”
• “Wena” I said abruptly while glowering so hard at Wena who wasn’t even looking at me .
• “Nicename”
• 2...3...4... the elevator couldn’t move faster than this
• “I’m Oliver Campbell by the way” he released one hand from the boxes and for a second I thought they would fall off.
• “Tanya Hawke” I was hesitant, but I shook his hand.
• 6th oor nally! I hurriedly got out of the elevator with a reluctant Wena , but he followed me....
• “Thank you but I can take it from here” “Don’t worry, I’m heading to 6B”
• “Oh, new neighbor? I’m just used to being on this oor with my roomie” I palm my face and walked him to my door.
• “For real this time I’m good, thanks” he huffed out a laugh and held back a smirk before hesitantly handing the cake boxes over to me . Our ngers intertwined, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to hold it forever.
• I’m really down bad.
• I stared at his ass while he walked away ,English men really had good ass word to Henry Cavil and Matt smith.
• He stopped, straightened like a toy soldier while ddling with his wallet trying to bring out his key card , I stepped back and watched him bring it out
• after 100 years . I felt he wasted time just so I could keep admiring his buns. How had I not seen this man around before ? His hair was like a massive red bush surrounding two wide, green eyes. Freckles faintly dotted his cheeks, but they were only really visible under the light. His long, lanky body and hair made him look a bit like a big red lollipop—which was only heightened by his tendency to blush often.The suit jacket he wore over his broad shoulders had neatly polished buttons, and the scarf around his neck was tied so that the rufes perfectly lled the space left open by his coat. He was perfect .
• Oliver turned suddenly and if he caught me staring , I didn’t nd out as I pushed myself in and slammed the door so hard it startled Wena. My pulse pounded so hard and so fast that it was almost painful at my throat. My breaths were ragged gasps, as if I had run a mile.
• “He hadn't seen me , did he Wena” I asked a retreating Wena who was settling herself comfortably on the chair .
• Yet i couldn't help but wonder- -what might he do, if he had?