Web of Deception [ EDITING !!!]

Chapter 8

Osas P.O.V

I woke up to a knock on my door. I had wanted to take a bath, but I ended up sleeping. Guess I was more tired than I thought.

"Enter," I called out, already knowing it had to be Michael.

"Morning," he greeted as he stepped in. He was still dressed in yesterday's attire, yet somehow, he still looked effortlessly handsome.

"Morning," I replied, smiling as he leaned in and pecked me lightly on the lips.

"I guess Ola has left for work," he stated, settling down beside me on the bed.

"Yeah... Your boss wants to see you in her office."

"Am I in trouble?" he feigned a look of horror, placing a hand on his chest.

I laughed. "Nope." I stood up, stretching a little. "If you're hungry, I made breakfast for you."

"Breakfast made by the famous Osas?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

"C'mon, it's just the normal yam and egg," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Haven't tried that before," he joked, standing up as we made our way downstairs.

I served the food and placed it on the dining table.

He licked his lips. "It smells and looks delicious, Osas." He took a seat, eyes gleaming in anticipation.

I watched as he took his first bite. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste before letting out a satisfied moan. "How do you make a simple yam and egg taste this good?" He immediately took another bite.

I smiled, warmth spreading through me at his appreciation. I hadn't even put in much effort, but knowing he enjoyed it made me happy.

"You're not eating?" he asked after a few bites, pausing to look at me.

I shook my head. "I'm not really hungry."

He pointed a piece of yam at me, his expression serious. "I'm not hearing that. If you don't eat, I won't eat."

"Fine," I said, sighing dramatically before taking a bite.

He grinned. "That's my girl."

His girl.

After breakfast, I cleared the plates and placed them in the sink. Michael had gone home to change before heading to work, but not before kissing me—which led to other things. Now, as I stood in the kitchen, I could feel my stomach churn. Was this what people called butterflies?

Shaking my head, I headed upstairs to finally take my bath for real.

I had a meeting with Ruth today. Ruth was my best friend, a lawyer—a rich and incredibly busy one at that.

After freshening up, I dressed in a simple black shirt and blue jeans. I packed my braids into a style that framed my face and draped a scarf around my neck, covering the scar.

I grabbed my spare key to Ola's house, locked up, and stepped outside, where my driver, Nonso, was already waiting with my car.

"Madam, madam!" he hailed, grinning as I approached.

"My oga!" I laughed. Despite being my driver, Nonso was also a good friend.

We became close after my breakup with Ebuka—a past lover who had cheated on me. I had caught him with another woman, and when I confronted him, he insulted me, calling me crazy. Nonso had been the one to drag me away from the scene, take me to Domino's, and surprisingly, he had paid for my meal. That was the start of our friendship.