Running Away From My Betrothed

of the road. The engine wouldn't start despite my chronic exertions to restart it. I glance at the fuel gauge on the dashboard with hea

seat. Heck! My longest solo drive so far has probably been an hour. And now, since I fled out of the office, how long have I been driving? My watch reads ten minu

els were shut down during that time in honor of the engagement party. Everyone was invited, and they were all anticipating the grand grandeur event.

fice wondering whether I was ready for this. Thirty minutes after everyone had departed, I hopped in my car and after making a few laps on Nairobi's clogged, bustling roads, I took a U-turn and

dous cities in this country. In the south it borders Tanzania and is on Kenya's outskirts. Heard of the vast Indian Ocean? Well, this city serves as one of its shorelines.

side f

t dimly. The street is perfectly clear, more kind of deserted. No single soul is roaming around except me and my baby here. Not eve

rumble as I furiousl

them on. I can not risk the chance of my father locating me and hauling my ass back to that grotesque fiance whom I don't want to ever lay my

ne has ever challenged him this way. No one dared to defy him this way. so I can only visualize how a defeated, humiliated, and

ight, and as it is, there is nothing I can do at the moment. I doubt there is even a petrol s

. I give up trying to get inside and instead stand at the door with my back against it, staring at the approaching huge machine with its agonizing lights threatening to impair my v

ed help

tremor erupts in my body, a piercing chill cutting through my spine and I refuse to open my eyes. That voi

in, and now I feel the urge to co

ld have impaired me, but not now when a breathtakingly Greek god is towering over me bleeding only God knows what. I am not sure what is more perplexing. Is it his stupendously physical

ey

tiful curls of his soft

nd shake off my thoughts, but my bad! I forgot

ries are all over, and one always gets warned of them every time they are coming to this city. What if it is actually true and one is standing right in front of me right now on this te

of the night? Do you need help?" Once more, his voic

ring at him the entire time. Nevertheless, despite the anxie

the moment. I can't stand the alluring beauty of his eyes even for a second. Such dramas have no place

?" I finally find my voice and the strength to mutter something amidst

the corners of his mouth to speak again, his countenance abruptly becomes flat. "I

int of forgetting that my car stopped in the middle of the road, and his limousine was obviously too huge t

muster the courage to speak again, "Fuel. I...accidentally ran out of fuel," I say, averting his bewitching ey

o?" His voice resonates agai

hangs agape as

have even taken care of it before embarking on this journey. Or at least when I noticed darkness dominating the light. How could I have been so clums

a fly if you don'

th, looking away fr

You should see me trying to smile to make it lo

ay he drags the word, huh? "Your car will be safe here for the night. I mean, the station is kilometers away fro

us gestures if I did not have a sixth sense though. He might not be a ghost after all, but rather he might be one of these badass women-eat

ace and I will have your car delivered

or eight-hour drive from here. I won't ask if he ca

a

dah! Wait, what am I thinking, huh? Good grief! He may not be a womanizer either, but a hot guy of his charisma must

s when I take fo

look to be. Shit! Blink! Blink! "I don't have a place. I just got into the city

y house the

cing heart, cutting him off, or so

Gorgeous. As I said, I don't want the angels to haunt me tonight

ss than 24 hours with this one, can I? A dripping cold winter night in a str

Beautiful. I am sure you also don't want to pass the night all alone out here,