Double fire🔥

//20//:Thunderstorms

SABRINA'S POV
1ST, MARCH, 2018.
ABUJA, NIGERIA.

BREAKING NEWS! SOCIAL MEDIA
INFLUENCER,FOUNDER OF FASHION
BRAND,DILA KS,FOUNDER OF SAPPHIRE
IRIS FOUNDATION;SABRINA ADILA
KHALEED AND FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE ,NEW CEO OF THE MUBAID'S GROUP OF INDUSTRIES,MODEL OF ECSTATIC FASHION LINE;FAROOQ
KHALEED ARE ENGAGED AND ARE TO GET MARRIED IN THE NEXT THREE WEEKS.

I screamed my life out, breaking my favorite vase. To heck with the vase! The whole world now knows about the wedding. What's happening to my life? Two months ago, I lived a very happy life. But since the day I stepped my foot on this land, my life has taken a huge toll.

Are my village people really after me?

The whole world knows about it, and all credits goes to Tareeq. I'll kill that son of a parrot. I raced to my Jaguar, roaring the car to life as I zoomed off to Maitama.

Impatiently, I pulled over at the Mubaid's Mansion. I said my taslim entering the house. Alhamdullilah, it seems like nobody is at home except Tareeq. I know he's at home because of his last streaks on Snapchat. He tagged it as 'home alone'. The boy's life is all on social media, he practically owns the teens social.

I dialled his number, pacing back and forth anxiously. He picked at the third ring.

"Well hello sister in law. You're already—-"

"What stupidity got into you when you posted that article on your Instagram. Are you insane?" I raised my voice in fury.

"Calm down sis. I needed a hot topic for my account. Regardless of my so-called stupidity, They'd have eventually found out, I just did the necessary. Take a chill pill!" He replied, yawning loudly, emphasising his boredom.

I stiffened my jaw, enveloping my lower lip into my mouth. "Why don't you jog downstairs and I'll do the necessary."

"You're in our house?" He gulped thickly, I could hear the fear in his tone. I mentally chuckled.

"I'm here to say hello to my brother in law." I retorted between gritted teeth. He's dead meat when he comes down, I'll make sure to butcher him.

He ran downstairs, sprinting outside. I sighed, walking behind him. He went straight to the basketball court. "Let's play." He wiggled his brows.

I scoffed. "I don't play with children." I shrugged, resting on the chair. I don't even know why I'm here. I rode all the way from my house to come here only to argue with a seventeen year old. How narrow minded have I become? I'm really losing it.

"You scared?" He arched a brow. He doesn't know who he's messing with. He's talking to the greatest player in the history of the women's NCCA tournament, a three time consensus All-American who led the bruins to three national championships. I still wonder why I quit basketball as a profession. Oh yeah, my arm dislocation. Amazing.

"Can I at least get a drink?" He rushed to the kitchen to grab a drink for me. Right then ,I observed his masculine features. He was tall, about 5'8 light but slightly tanned skin, curly hair, long but not pointed nose, sea nymph ears and white pearl teeth. He's good looking nonetheless but not as good looking as my fiancé.

Cringe! Cringe! Cringe!

Scratch out the last part out. I still feel like it's all a dream, nervously waiting for someone to tap me out of the dream but it seems like it's not happening anytime soon.

"Here." He tossed the bottle of ginger ale, I swiftly caught it with my right hand. I took a gulp in, digesting it slowly, letting the sparks meet my tongue.