
Charles POV
Damn! Was she beautiful or what?
As I stood outside the large hotel waiting for her, I hadn't expected two things. One was the fact that she was early. Women generally took time to get dressed or dulled up and the other was my reaction towards her. I knew I was going to be awed when I saw her step out of the glass door, but I hadn't expected butterflies in my tummy as I stood tongue tired staring at her.
She wore a black white lace gown that showed off her beautiful shoulders but covered her long hands with black lace. The dress stuck to her body like a second skin but flowed to the ground like a waterfall. I couldn't help but marvel. Annabelle was beautiful, and every part of my being agreed with that fact, especially my cock, which was as hard as steel.

"Down boy!" I harshly whispered as she approached me.
She smiled at me, took the outstretched palm I offered her and stepped into my embrace. I took a whiff of her perfume and turned hard instantly. If it was even possible to be harder than the way I already was.
"Hi, " She whispered when I finally managed to release her.
"Hi, " I groaned, my voice clotted. "Jesus Annabelle."
She blushed.
"Can we go?" She murmured, using her hands to brush her hair aside as she bites her bottom lips. She was teasing me and she knew it.
Without a word, I went around my Ferrari and opened the passenger door for her. She neatly stepped in and I closed the door behind her, went to the driver side and started for the clubhouse in Lekki where the ball was to be held.
We rode in silence. She was conveniently looking out the window while fidgeting with her thumps, while I was gripping the steering wheel as if my life depended on it. I was trying very desperately not to touch her because I wanted to, needed to even, and I knew if I did, we would not make it to that Charity ball.
Hell!
I had no idea what was wrong with me. These feelings felt very strange and scary to me and I didn't like it one bit. I needed to fuck her soon. Maybe if I did, all this madness would be abated once I was sexually satisfied.
As we got to the venue, a chaperon opened the door for her and she stepped out into the red carpet and flashing lights. Annabelle just smiled at the camera as they took pictures upon pictures of her. This event was usually the biggest and richest event in the country. It was full of politicians, businessmen and stock up rich people which for me was a complete nightmare.
We went up the steps hand in hand, smiling at the camera as we did. As we stepped through the large doors, we were engulfed with glamour and lights and glitter. Soft music playing as rich people stood around chatting about mundane things like money and politics. I stole a glance at Annabelle, she was completely relaxed in her own skin, obviously used to this kind of crowd.
"Hey Charles, " I heard a familiar voice call behind me. I turned to find Eric moving towards us with a glass of wine in his hands and a woman in his arms.
"Hey man, " I snickered, sending him a smile. "Who is this beautiful damsel in your arms?" I asked with a knowing look.
"This is Laura, she's my date for the night," Eric said, with an excited look on his face.
"Nice to meet you, Laura, would you like something to drink?" Annabelle asked as she grabbed Laura's arms and gently pulled her away from Eric.
"Oh, of course, I would." Turning to us Laura asked, "Would you boys need something?"
"Oh no, we are fine," I answered, "Just take good care of my lady will you?"
Annabelle blushed.
"Of course I will." She smiled sweetly as they both went the opposite direction, probably to where the drinks were located.
Turning to Eric I asked, "Where is Paul?"
"He couldn't make it. Said he had something urgent to attend to." He answered as he took a sip from his glass.
"Oh really? He gets to avoid being here and I don't?" I asked with sarcasm lacing my voice.
But instead of answering me, I heard Eric say, " Oh Mrs Bola. Ever so beautiful."
That was when I noticed that my mum had walked up to us with a beautiful looking lady in her arms. But wait, I knew this beautiful lady. I had seen her in Abuja a few days ago. What the hell was she doing here?
"Oh Eric, flattery will get you everywhere my boy." Turning to me she said, "Charles, I want you to meet someone, " Gesturing towards the gorgeous lady next to her she said, " This is Amy, she is ---"
"We have met," I said, cutting her short. "Haven't we Ms Amy?" I asked, directing my question to a flushed looking Amy.
"Yes, we have Mr Charles." She confirmed. There was a clouded look in her eyes as she said, "Could you please excuse me?" And ran out of our presence. Hopefully to the ladies room.
"Who is she mum?" I asked, setting my piercing gaze at her.
"What have you done?" My mother asked with a look of horror on her face. That wasn't the reaction I was expecting actually.
"What have I done? I should be asking you what you have done. I heard--"
"Excuse me, Mrs Bola." I heard a sensual voice say behind me. Cutting my words halfway. Turning to look at who had cut short my emotional display. My blood turned cold as I glared at the figure smiling back at me.
"Meg?"
What the fuck?
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Meg's POV
I couldn't help but smirk at the look on Charles's face. This day just kept getting better and better. I could see him slowly studying me from head to toe along with the others in the group. He had not expected to see me here, let alone dressed as I was. Which was totally hot I might add.

I could feel three sets of fiery eyes looking at me. One with shock, one with curiosity and the other with interest. I ignored the ones with interest and shock and turned to Mrs Bola.
"I'm sure you are wondering what's going on?" I said sweetly to her, as I took a step closer.
"Who are you, young lady?" She asked, her eyes still pinned on me.
"Mother--" Charles started, but Mrs bola raised hands cut him short. I smiled in satisfaction.
"My name is Meg .W. Soyinka," I announced boldly.
That got her attention. Straightening my back with confidence, I continued, "Yeah, I'm one of his descendant's. My parents died when I was in London last year. I just got into the country actually."
The look on Charles faces turned from shock to anger.
"What the fuck?" I heard him mutter. "I so can't fucking believe this." He adds.
"Do you have something to say, Charles?" His mother asked as she picked a drink from a passing waitress.
"I meet this lady in Abuja not long ago mother, she is a wait-"
"That settles it then, you guys know each other. Perfect."
"Yes, ma'am we do. Quite well actually." I add with a smirk on my lips.
The guy next to Charles, who I assume was his friend was staring at me with so much heat, I could almost feel my cheeks burn. What was the guy's issue anyway?
I turned to Mrs bola and said, "It was a pleasure meeting you ma'am."
"Oh the pleasure was all mine my daughter, come let me introduce you to some friends of mine." She said, beckoning for me to take her hands. And I did.
"Mother, you don't understand, this lady is a--" Charles started.
"Oh, Charles, I've heard enough of our bickering today, can we not quarrel in front of guests?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
Wow. This was going better than I thought. Charles was about to say something sneaky but a familiar voice beat him to it saying.
"Am back. What did I miss?"
I froze up. Oh, no way. What the fuck was Amy doing here?