Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 6

‘I have a feeling you like me. You’re scared of falling for me.’ He moved closer to her.

Eno giggled, ‘Fall for you?’ She couldn’t believe her ears.

‘If you aren’t attracted to me, why did you run from the waiting area?’ Sam asked.
‘I didn’t run. I left because my flight was being announced, so don’t flatter yourself,’ She returned.

He shrugged, ‘If that’s what you want to believe. I don’t know you, but you seem like you are running away from love. You don’t want to lose yourself in the arms of someone that truly cares. I wonder how long you’d keep running.’

Before she could say anything in her defense, Sam leaned forward and planted a brief kiss on her lips.

‘I’ll be seeing you around Eno Benjamin.’
Just in time, Eno felt the plane descending and when she turned back to scold him for kissing her like that, she found his seat empty.

‘How did he know my name?’ She wondered, before touching her lips, the place where he had kissed and left his indelible mark

‘You are welcome…your majesty,’ Tamar rushed to welcome the young regal who’d just stepped into the house. The atmosphere was immediately distorted as more guards poured into the house. This was supposed to be a small welcome dinner for her daughter, but the King was making it a very big deal.
Tamar knew her daughter didn’t love crowds, she had a feeling Eno wouldn’t be happy about the King’s presence, but what could she do?

‘Where is my wife?’ Yemi barked, after running his eyes disdainfully over the unfitting environment where he had found himself. He wasn’t used to this sort of ordinary and simple place. He was a King and not a commoner.

Cassie was awed by the imperial presence in the room, she had admired the attractive King who wasn’t more than thirty six, but the moment he opened his mouth, her admiration for him ended at once!

He was uncouth and arrogant. She would never advise anyone to be with a man like that. Suddenly, his handsomeness faded before her eyes, and all she saw when she looked at his royal robe was a beast in white.

‘She hasn’t arrived yet. Please take a seat…’ Tamar rushed towards the trapezoid glass table and began pulling out the glassy chairs that had accompanied it. She had recently gotten the new set of furniture knowing the King could visit her home sometime.

Yemi’s dark brows gathered together in disgust, ‘You insult me woman!’ He snapped at Tamar. How could anyone keep the King in waiting?

‘I shouldn’t be the one to wait for your daughter. You trained her poorly.’ He grumbled.

Cassie struggled with the desire to tell the King to his face that he was nothing but an arrogant fool, but when she remembered that Eno was indebted to him, she kept her mouth shut.

At first, she had imagined Yemi to be a very homely person and this was the reason she had agreed with her mother to convince Eno to marry him. But now she saw him for who he truly was, she’ll not be a part of her mother’s evil plan to plunge her sister into eternal unhappiness.

‘Please, do not be angry with me…’ Cassie watched with disdain as her mother fell to her knees, pleading with the King to wait for the return of Eno.

She explained that a lot of things could have happened.

‘My King, what if her flight is cancelled? Surely, you cannot blame her for not being here. I know my house is an unworthy place to be, but just for the sake of the woman you love…take a seat.’ Tamar pleaded with the king.

Cassie couldn’t stand it anymore, so she decided to join her younger sister in the room. Her mother’s actions were shameful, and they had to come up with a plan to rescue their sister from the hands of the evil King.

All the while, Yemi had noticed the slender light skinned woman in the room. His anger towards Eno’s absence had prevented him from calling her out for her rudeness. But now that Tamar had pacified him with her kind words, he was ready to face the rude maiden.
‘Hey!’ Yemi called after her.

Cassie felt he was calling one of his guards, but when her mother joined in the call, she paused in her steps and swirled round.

‘Yes?’ She wondered why the woman was calling her.

‘Come and kneel before the King.’ Tamar beckoned to Cassie.

Yemi felt insulted that she would walk out of his holy presence without a word in recognition of his majesty. He hated disrespectful women, and he was certain that his bride to be wasn’t like this.

‘Are you kidding me?’ Cassie scoffed and crossed her arms against her chest.

‘Don’t test my patience!’ Tamar yelled.
Cassie was quite sure that her sister would never be with a guy like Yemi, so what was the need of paying respect to a man that would never be her brother-in-law?

‘I don’t have time for this, excuse me.’ Cassie kissed her teeth angrily and ascended the stairs.

Yemi had never felt this insulted by anyone since he was born. His guards were about chasing after the rude Cassie when her mother’s pleas intervened on her behalf.
‘You failed to train your daughter, is my bride like this?’ Yemi held his breath, hoping she would give him the answer he needed to hear.

Tamar was so terrified of what would happen should Eno walk into the room. Cassie was the most cool headed of all her daughters, but if she was acting this way, it meant Eno would never agree to the marriage between herself and Yemi.

‘I…I tried my best my King. You know that I am a single mother and it hasn’t been easy to train all these girls on my own…’ she was about to give more reasons to the behavior of Cassie when the door flew wide open, and a confused looking Eno stepped into the house.
She had arrived in her family house in high spirits. But one look at the congested driveway which was full of expensive looking cars and mean looking guards depleted the excitement in her.

At first, she had wanted to ask if she was in the wrong house, but one look at the purple hibiscus in her mother’s garden reminded her of Elena’s favorite flowers.

‘What is going on here?’ Eno found it difficult to get her eyes off the dark handsome guy that was dressed in kingly robes. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that he was from a ruling house.

Though she had stayed away from Nigeria for long, she still could recognize the peculiar dressing styles of each tribe. The man before her was a Yoruba regal, and it made her wonder what he was doing in the house.

She noticed the house was decorated with balloons and ribbons. Christmas trees stood at each corner of the enormous living room, while a broody carol rumbled in the background. Where were her sisters? Where was her dad?

‘Is everything alright?’ She searched the man’s face and then her mother’s, as both remained quiet.

Yemi was stunned by the beauty before him. Her eyes were little pebbles that would glow even in the darkest night. She was very natural, and that was what had attracted him to her photograph in the first place.