Forced Love✔

Chapter 14

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Yussy, happy birthday to you!" The sound of Masoud's singing woke Yusrah up.

   She opened her eyes and squeezed them shut, blocking the rays of sunlight creeping in from the window with her palm.

   "Wakey wakey sleepy head, breakfast is ready." Masoud said, putting a plate of waffles and cream on her nightstand.

   "Good morning Masoud." she yawned, sitting up on the bed.

   "Morning babe, happy birthday." he smiled, sitting beside her.

   "Thank you. And this?" she pointed to the waffles and cream.

   "I ordered from Wafflestop." he smiled sheepishly.

   "And here I am thinking you made it from scratch." Yusrah chuckled and got up from the bed.

   "I have to brush before eating." she told Masoud when he looked questioningly at her.

   "Sure, just don't let the ice cream melt or I'll use it for something else." he winked.

   "Shut up." she blushed and hurried into the bathroom.

   When she was done, she came back and put the plate between them.

   "This is nice." she moaned, closing her eyes. "I know right! They make the best waffles." he agreed.

   "True. Where's my gift?" she asked, licking on the ice cream.

   "Surprise surprise! We have a lot to do so get ready." he answered her.

   "Tell me." she looked at him expectantly. "Nope." he replied, popping the p.

   "I hate surprises." she groaned. She didn't really hate surprises. She hated the suspense that came with it.

   "Liar, you just want to know what I'm up to." he smirked.

   "Fine, don't tell me." she huffed, spooning some ice cream into her mouth.

   "Awww, come on babe." Masoud cooed, pulling at her cheeks.

   "Fine, but it better be worth it." she said, trying not to smile.

   "It is, trust me." he grinned.

***

   "Why do we have to leave so early? It's 12:00pm." Yusrah groaned as the make-up artist applied some mascara to her lashes.

   Masoud had called in a makeup artist earlier because his wife needed to be glowing and he wanted her highlight to be seen from Mars.

   "We have a lot to do." he winked.

   The makeup artist used a glow from 'beauty glazed' on Yusrah's face when she was done with everything. Yusrah looked in the mirror and squealed.

   "I wasn't even this beautiful on my wedding day." she said, hugging the make-up artist.

   "That's what you get when Hanifa plays with your face." Hanifah, the makeup artist winked.

   "Thank you so much." Yusrah smiled.

   "Anytime B." Hanifah returned her smile.

   Masoud walked over and pulled Yusrah into a hug. "You look beautiful babe." he said, kissing her forehead.

   "Careful not to ruin my make-up." Yusrah laughed and pushed his face away.

   "Ouch." Masoud held his chest, feigning hurt. Yusrah smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

   "Happy?" she asked in a playful tone. "Happy." he replied and turned to Hanifah.

   "How much is this?" he asked. "Twenty five thousand naira, sir." she replied.

   Masoud brought out his phone and asked for her account number. He transferred the money into her account and she beamed.

   "You sent thirty thousand sir." she said.

   "Yeah, thanks for making my wife look beautiful. You know, she's an ugly ass." he smirked at Yusrah.

   "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill him." Yusrah said to Hanifah.

   "Because he's your husband. Don't want to be a widow now, do you?" Hanifah laughed.

   "Good point." she smiled. "I'll be on my way now, have fun. And happy birthday." Hanifah gave her another hug before leaving.

   "Where are we going?" Yusrah asked. "I don't know, just dress up in a trouser and sneakers." he grinned.

   "Sure." she replied and went through the clothes she bought the previous day.

   She took out a blue high waist denim pant, a black crop top and black sneakers then she tied a turban on her head.

   "How do I look?" she asked after putting them on. "Perfect. Let me get my keys." he said and disappeared into his room.

   He soon came back and took her hand in his, leading her outside to their car. He held the door open for her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before shutting it. Then he jogged over to the driver's seat and got in.

***

   "The Trukadero Place? I should've guessed when you asked me to wear trousers." Yusrah beamed.

   "Sit while I open your door." he smiled at her. He walked casually to her side and pulled the door open, then took her hand in his and helped her out.

   "You know, I feel like a princess." she smiled. "You're my queen." he said, returning her smile.

   "What do you want to do first?" he added, leading her inside.

   "Is that even a question? Let's go bowliiiiiing!" she said excitedly.

   They went to the bowling lane and bought their tickets then changed into bowling shoes.

   "Do you know how to play?" Masoud asked her, handing her a ball.

   "Watch me." she smirked and walked to the fowl line, aimed the ball and released it.

   "Strike!" she jumped as all the pins went down and wiped her hands.

   "Wow! How did you know how to play?" he asked in awe.

   "I used to play with my cousins when I visited them abroad." she replied then added. "Your turn."

   Masoud released the ball and all the pins went down, then he gave Yusrah a wink.

   "Strike!" she grinned.

   They played for about thirty minutes before heading over to play some other games. When it was 2:30pm, the walked into Marcoriano Chinese restaurant.

   They went through the menu and Yusrah ordered a medium bowl of shredded chicken in peanut sauce while Masoud ordered Wonton soup.

   They ate in silence with a few moans of satisfaction from Yusrah at intervals. Each time she moaned, Masoud stared at her with a smile on his face.

   "Thank you so much, the food was so nice." Yusrah said when she was done.

   "Shhh, no thanks." he replied. The waitress that served them brought their bill and he paid, leaving a huge tip for her.

   "Thank you Sir." she said gratefully. "It's all good." he replied and got up.

   Yusrah got up and walked to him, taking his hands in hers. Together, they walked out to the parking lot and got into their car.

   "What now?" she asked. "Trust me, you won't see this coming."