Nosa will date any man for the right price. Find out why.
If at some point I thought Luke Chase was a player, not only playing his wife but playing me as well, then I can’t be more wrong.
Luke is not a player. Sounds ironic but, for real, he isn’t. I don’t see him like that, anyway. When he’s with me, he forgets everyone and everything. No one else matters.
I begin to notice this gentlemanly attitude after our first date. He didn’t even pick his calls. Several times during dinner, he will look at his blinking screen, and murmur, “I’ll call her later.”
At some point, I break my own code and talk about “the other woman” in his life. The phone rings to the end three times in a row, and he keeps murmuring the same thing.
So, I blurt, “Is it your wife?”
“No.” He smirks. “You don’t want to talk about my wife, I’m sure.”
“Huh huh, I sure don’t.” We both laugh over that and continue to enjoy the evening.
My code is to keep it as uncomplicated as possible. But for once, this particular date is what I want forever. In Ivy’s words, my fangs are out, and I’m sinking my teeth in this one.
After dinner, we go to the club where we met. His friends are there, and I’m surprised I didn’t notice he had good company then. It was my first time visiting the club and I thought it was his too. I was wrong.
Luke’s friends, at least six of them, come and go and he introduces me each time. They are all rich, none wearing their rings but I can swear on my father’s angry grave they are all married. Some have female companions, so don’t.
Ivy had told me this club was the place to be if you want a good catch and she’s been right so far. Paying for the membership hurt my finances but it paid off.
“Where do you want to go when we leave here?” Luke whispers into my ears.
“Where do you want to go?”
He bites the tip of my ear close to his mouth. “I want to make money. What about a casino?”
I laugh. “Okay. I’ll be your good luck charm.”
We enjoy a few drinks and after a couple of hours, we go to a casino he seems to know well. The staff and some clients greet him.
“If we win big, then I’ll know I should stake big on you. But if we lose, then I’ll accept you’re not the woman for me.”
I’m shaking from head to toe as the games begin, praying every manner of prayer of confession. Calling figures in my head, and mumbling like a psycho. If he ties his luck to this relationship, we had better win.
I grip Luke as the casino guy spin the wheel, and it stops right in front of our stakes.
Luke groans. “Just half a million.”
I scream. “It’s still a win!”
He laughs. “Sure. But it’s not big. So I’ll have to put only small hope in this relationship.”
“No, please. It’s big for me, you know.”
“Let’s play one more.”
“No, please. I can’t take any more of the pressure.”
He winks. “Okay, I won’t stake us to it.”
I shake my head. “Even though.”
“Oh, so we just watch?”
I nod. I can’t believe I almost wet myself with fear. I can’t wait to leave this place. I never liked casinos.
Finally, he agrees we leave. He collects the win, and until we drive out of there before I can breathe again.
The night is still young for me, just about two in the morning but Luke is a little tipsy, and I agree we shouldn’t go anywhere else though I had my eyes on another club.
“Take the casino money, do some shopping for yourself,” he says when he stops in front of my house.
I try to sound like it’s not a big deal. “Oh, thanks.” I pick the pouch of one-thousand-naira notes. “Come in, my flat mate is out.”
“I don’t do flat mates.”
Beginning of knowing Luke Chase. He prefers to make out in his car than in a house with a room/flat mate!
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