I exhaled sharply, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Or maybe I was just trying to hide the growing erection in my fitted jeans.
Faith, to her credit, didn’t say anything right away. She just looked around, as if she were genuinely interested in the towering containers or the scent of saltwater and engine oil hanging in the air.
"So... this is where you work?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.
I let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah... Sothing like that."
She nodded slowly, then turned her gaze to . "You’re mad at ."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "Mad? No... I’m not mad, That’d an I still care."
Faith sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Danladi, I—"
"No." My voice ca out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t correct it. "Whatever you think you need to say, don’t. It won’t change anything."
For a second, she looked like she wanted to argue. Like she had sothing important to get off her chest. But then, she dropped it.
"Fine," she said softly.
Another mont of silence stretched between us. I leaned against the car, arms crossed, my gaze drifting over the endless rows of cargo containers and the occasional crane lifting shipnts in the distance. Faith sat on the hood, legs crossed at the ankles, absentmindedly fidgeting with her nails.
"How’s your jaw?" she asked suddenly, still not looking up.
I turned my head slightly, caught off guard by the question. My fingers brushed against my jaw instinctively. The pain had long faded so much that I hadn’t even thought about it since Ken punched .
"It doesn’t hurt. Not anymore," I muttered, looking away.
"Are you sure?" she pressed, finally eting my gaze.
I shot her a look, my brows pulling together in mild irritation.
She exhaled softly. "Right... Sorry. I just wanted to know."
Silence settled again, heavier this ti.
"Why are you here?" I asked, the words leaving my mouth before I even had ti to think about them.
She glanced at , confused.
"You’re clearly not here for this," I gestured at the massive ships. "So?"
She looked up at then, really looked at , and for a mont, I forgot what I was even asking.
The sun frad her in just the right way, catching the highlights in her hair and making her skin glow. The breeze lifted a few strands, brushing them gently across her face before she tucked them behind her ear. Her lips, soft and slightly parted, looked like she was about to say sothing but hesitated.
There was sothing about the way she looked at that made my chest tighten. My pulse picked up, an unspoken sexual tension creeping in between us. She shifted slightly, adjusting her posture, and the movent was subtle yet it was sexy as fuck.
I swallowed, forcing myself to break eye contact. What the fuck. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Faith tilted her head, a small crease forming between her brows. "What?" she asked softly.
I blinked, clearing my throat. "Nothing."
Shit that wasn’t nothing, I think I just fell in love.
Or is it just the idea of Faith that I’m in love with, honestly at this point I don’t know. All I know is that I didn’t want to continue treating her like this anymore.
I want to kiss those lips again and sar that lipgloss, I wanted to touch her, know what her skin felt like against my fingers again.
No, after everything that happened with Ken. I should not be thinking like this. Whatever she ca out here to do, it’s clearly working and I can’t let that happen... I shouldn’t let it happen.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, my dick was fully erect now and I had to hide it. So I open the backseat door and got inside the car, stylishly turning away so she couldn’t see my hard-on
Faith remained sitted on the hood while I tried to distract myself with different thoughts, anything to make my hard-on go away. I thought about my grandma, i thought about stale bread... Anything. But it wasn’t working.
And just then, as if the universe had heard my silent plea, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Grateful for the distraction, I pulled it out to check the screen.
The brief surge of relief vanished the mont I saw the na flashing across it.
Eric.
A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Nothing good ever ca from Eric calling unexpectedly—especially not two days before our appointnt with Mr. Savage.
Whatever this was, it couldn’t be good.
I answered the call, pressing the phone to my ear.
"Hey, Eric," I greeted, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Morning, Ladi," Eric’s voice ca through, unusually brisk. "Listen, sothing’s co up. The eting with Mr. Savage has been moved up. It’s happening tomorrow."
My heart skipped a beat. "Tomorrow? That’s... that’s a day earlier than planned."
"Yeah, I know. But it’s fine. We’re ready for this."
I swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. The whole extortion plan was Eric’s perfect project. He had orchestrated every detail, convinced that we could pull it off. But ? I wasn’t so sure. The idea of confronting a powerful politician like Mr. Savage, demanding money to keep quiet about his son’s assault... it felt like we were playing with fire.
"Eric, I... I don’t know about this man," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we should back out. This could blow up in our faces."
"Relax, Ladi," Eric replied, his tone calm and reassuring. "I’ve thought this through. We have the evidence, and they have more to lose than we do. Trust , everything will be fine."
A cold sweat prickled at the back of my neck, and my heartbeat thudded erratically in my chest. The enormity of the sche lood over , casting a suffocating shadow.
Suddenly, a gentle touch on my shoulder jolted back to the present. I turned to find Faith standing beside , her brow knitted with concern.
"Is everything okay?" she asked softly, her eyes searching mine.
Shit. This is bad.
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