𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

24 'TWENTY-FOUR'

Black slowly drove to a stop in front of the Faculty of Medical Sciences. The cars in the car park were scanty, as the school day had long ended.

"Her vehicle is here; she is around," Black turned to face Micah, who gave a nod in agreement.

Black asked, "Are you going to take time?" Micah snorted in response.

As he put out his cigarette and got out of the car, he replied, "Time, my ass.". He grabbed one of the bars of chocolate Jemima had handed him and tore it open, biting into it as he walked into the faculty.

"Is Professor Farida in?" Micah asked the secretary, who nodded her head while staring at him in a daze.

"Do you have ..." Micah walked past her and opened the next door, shutting it behind him before she could finish.

The young lady in the office shot to her feet, raising her head and flashing a look of surprise across her eyes. She appeared to be younger than twenty-seven, with her slender figure adorned in a pair of perfectly fitting cream pantsuits. The light application of makeup further enhanced her appearance. The ends of her braids fell slightly above her shoulders, tightly coiled into ponytails.

She excitedly said, "You did not tell me you were coming," almost giving Micah a hug, but he slid past her arm motions without looking at her and sat down, crossing and stretching his legs on her table.

"Of course, how would you know? I blocked your number," Micah replied, immediately dousing the older woman's excitement. Farida swallowed quietly, sitting down in the seat next to Micah.

Nobody dared to treat her this way in her office; nobody dared to enter without an appointment; and nobody dared to enter so uninhibitedly that they had to put their legs on her desk. If anything, it made her want him even more because he was the only one who dared to do so. Even though he was six years younger.

"I'm sorry I spammed you with so many calls". She said softly, hoping to get an advantage, "I did not know you did not like it." She continued. She knew he wouldn't look for her or seek her out on a whim.

"You aren't sorry at all, are you?" Micah responded, and Farida felt her spine stiffen. Micah's voice had taken a flat tone. She had only heard it once in person and a lot of times in stories told by other people. He was angry.

"Bugging my boys and asking for my whereabouts, who gave you permission to do so?" Micah finally asked, his gaze meeting Farida's. The latter froze, opening her mouth repeatedly and failing to say anything.

"I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. I." She kept repeating the same word over and over again. He would have her head in an instant, regardless of her feelings for him, provided she did not look for an excuse to follow his boys around and bother them. She couldn't have imagined that those boys would have told Micah or that he would be so protective of them. She had intentionally gone to look for Black at his faculty after her sources told her he was one of the fastest ways to get to him.

"I missed you!" she blurted out, proceeding to bat her eyelashes at him. She reached out and grabbed his free hand.

She said in a low voice, trying to gain sympathy, "I really missed you, but you would not even let me call you."

"Missed me?" Micah chuckled as he asked, and Farida nodded.

"I did miss you," she admitted.

"What part of me did you miss? My face? My dick? The sex? What exactly did you miss?" Micah inquired, and Farida stared at him, mouth agape. She didn't expect that Micah would be that straightforward.

"You aren't going to answer?" he asked again with a sneer at the edge of his lips.

"I missed everything about you. "The sex was also fantastic," she replied, choosing to be shameless until the end.