Helena had just finished work and was on her way home and was pissed off that she just rejected a night out with her girlies because of her father's curfew. Although she had said that she wasn't going because she was ill. Chloe, her work bestie, had rolled her eyes because she knew it was because of the darn curfew. She was tired of all these rules, and Chloe had told her she needed to put her food down, but it was easier said than done. You see, Chloe was the only daughter of an oil magnate in Nigeria who was very paranoid. He had an inordinate fear of her being kidnapped. Few people knew they were related. Her mother died last year in a terrible crash on her way back from Enugu after the Christmas festivities. The loss had killed a certain empathetic side of her. Her heart had hardened to everyone but her father as they hadn't been close before her mother's death. He didn't know her and made zero effort. He just flung money at her at every chance he got which solved nothing as she was a very successful fashion designer who designed for the 1% of the 1% of Nigeria. She had enough money to stop working but she enjoyed it. He often joked that the money he paid for an engineering degree at a top university in Nigeria had gone towards sewing machines. She was operating the wrong machine.🙄

She had seen a therapist to cope with her Mom's death and it was going well. She was learning coping mechanisms for the ice wall around her heart that was slowly melting.

She had just turned 27 in October, and her last relationship was when she was 24 in May. She wasn't in that space to meet new people.

The car behind her horned, and she almost flipped him off when she noticed that this guy was fine. But what was the road rage for?

She turned into the street, and he followed her. Her Dad recently bought her a black Gwagon for forgetting her birthday. She loved it but don't tell him she said so. She came down and saw a white Range Rover.

Ebuka’s pov

Ebuka calmly came down from the car and saw a stunning young woman. He had just turned 36 in July and was a handsome man, tall with dashing looks but still processing his wife's death. His wife had died of ovarian cancer five years ago. They had only been married for two years, and he couldn't believe he had lost Ugochi, the love of his life. His parents had begged him to find someone else but he had buried himself in work. He had a successful supermarket that had branches on the mainland. He looked to venture to the island but it was proving difficult. He was just coming back from a failed real estate journey.

He looked at the babe in front of her. She was tall but shorter than him, very beautiful, with soft eyes, full lips, a slim nose and a round face. Her body was dangerous, with hills and mountains in the right places. She wore a red dress and black heels. Her hair was very long, and she was looking at him blankly. He was drawn to her, her eyes called his name, and he was going to answer. God help him! The feeling was so intense, he just wanted her. He hadn't felt like this in a while. He cleared his throat and pointed to her back tyre. It was flat. She looked at it and looked at him worriedly.

“Thank you so much! I rushed from work. I had no idea. Thank you.” She said hurriedly.

He nodded. “Do you have a spare tyre?” He asked gently as hee floral perfume filled his nostrils. She fumbled with her boot and brought out a tyre and a jack. He settled down and got out the first tyre as she watched quietly hovering. He put in the new tyre and stood up. He put the old tyre back in her car and then got a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his hand.

“Thank you so much for helping me out.” She smiled and gave him a hand sanitiser from her car.

“You're welcome. My name is Ebuka. What's your name?”

She blushed and then smiled. “Helena.”

“Beautiful name, just like the owner.” He looked at her face and extended his hand for a handshake.”It's nice to meet you.”

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