I swallow hard as I try to move away from him and shake off my thoughts, but my bad! I forgot that my back was pressed against the automobile.

Forget the city's aforementioned features and beauty. Did I mention that this city has ghost-related myths as well? Real ghosts, yes. I am skeptical if that is a real or not, but the stories are all over, and one always gets warned of them every time they are coming to this city. However, what if it is actually true and one is standing in front of me right now in this terrifying night? They reportedly wander freely at night, I also heard. They roam freely at night. Why is he the only creature on this deserted road, huh? God, oh God! I didn't flee from my ghost fiance only to run into a bonafide ghost, did I?


"Miss? What are you doing by yourself in the middle of the night? Do you need help?" Once more, his voice softly echoes, cutting my scary imaginations short.

I blink countless times after realizing that I have been peering at him the entire time. Nevertheless, despite the anxiety that is eroding my bones, at least I dare to gape at him. Mental eyes roll! I cannot afford to do that physically. I am having trouble controlling my breathing at the moment; such dramas have no place in me, but his hold this look that want to swallow me and bury me deep into their bottomless bottoms.

"Y...o...u? What...are you doing by yourself at this hour of the night?" I finally find my voice and the strenth to uuter something amidst all the fear engulfing me, stuttering like a toddler learning to speak.


I managed to earn myself a smirk and a raised eyebrow from him. Then, as he raises the corners of his mouth to speak again, his countenance abruptly becomes flat. "I should be resting in my house a few metres ahead if you weren't blocking the road."

Shit! So, he is human? No, actually, a walking charm, to say the least.


His demeanour confused me to a point of forgetting that my car stopped in the middle of the road, and his limousine is obviously too large to fit in any of the remaining tight spaces left on the sides. Makes me wonder why did I veer off my line that much.

His gaze follows my motions as I draw my back away from the car and stride away both from it and from him, as I muster the courage to speak to him for the first time. "Fuel. I...accidentally ran out of fuel," I say, averting his bewitching eyes, and trying to point my car at my back, hopefully, he can shift his gaze and stop tormenting me with it.

"And where were you headed to?" His voice resonates again in theb lull of the street.

"Ah..." My mouth hang agape as soon as it opens.

Ahem! Ahem! Yes, where was I going to, again? I mean, I should have looked around for a hotel to check into the minute I entered the city. Or I should have even taken care of it before embarking on this this journey. Or at least when I noticed darkness dominating the light. How could I have been clamsy? Am I really this messed up? Did my rage and confusion have to drive me so deep all the way here? In the middle of nowhere and without a destination?

"You might swallow a fly if you don't close your mouth."

Shit! I shut my mouth, looking away from him for a moment.

"I... I was... Just driving along. Yeah!" I lie. You should see me trying to smile to make it look more convincing, but no smile leaves my lips.

He looks around as though questioning my statement, then settles his eyes on me when he is done. "Oookay!" The way he drags the word, huh? "Your car will be safe here for the night. I mean, the station is kilometres away from here. However, I can't leave a beautiful goddess like you here all alone. The angels will not allow me to rest."

Beautiful goddess! Accentuate that. Whether he is flirting or not, that kinda hits in an endearing way. I would be melting at his flirtatious 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-eater jerks. You know, these sex-obsessed morons whose third limb jerks with ecstasy at the sight of every opposite gender that crosses their path?

"How about I drive you back to your place and I will have your car delivered to you in the morning. Is that okay?"

Shit! My home is back in Nairobi, a freaking seven or eight hour drive from here. I wont ask if he can drive me there, but I don't want to go back there.

Damn!

What happened to, ‘you can sleep over at my place just for tonight?' He said his house is just some metres away, dah! Wait, what am I thinking, huh? Good grief! He may not be a womaniser also, but a hot guy of his charisma must definitely have a wife or a blonde bimbo to warm his bed every night. Sigh!

"So?" He implores when I take forever to respond.

"So?" an arc over his eyebrows denotes just how much of a fool I am making myself look to be. Shit! Blink! Blink! 'I don't have a place. I just got into the city and well, I ended up here, in this mess. And in the middle of nowhere," I mumble.

"Okay. To my house then? Let's..."

"Huh? Excuse me?" I query with a racing heart, cutting him off, or so I thought, because he cuts me off too.

"You have no choice because I am not taking a no for an answer, Gorgeous. As I said, I don't want the angels to haunt me tonight," he speaks again since he seems to be the one with a voice here.

Hold on!

I can not possibly top up all the madness that has transpired in less than 48 hours with this one, can I? A cold winter night in a strange city and in a pant-wetting stranger's house? No hell of a freaking way!

I open my mouth to object, but...

"What did I say?"