Mysterious Night Stand With A Pimp Turned Mogul by John Rice (novels to read in english .TXT) 📗

Chapter 27

She had barely taken three steps when she turned back, "get the money it in three days time." She then faded out of her sight.

 

Tears dropped from Ida's face as she watched her mother walk away. Her mother had no iota of love for her at all. Until today, she doesn't know why. It was her sister that her mother loves with passion. Her mother spoilt her sister with all the good things in this world but as for her, all she got was hatred.

 

Her mood this morning was elated because of Beau that she slept and woke up with, she had come to work in the same high spirit but after her mother's appearance, her mood deflated.

 

Ida walked inside her office dejectedly. She was sad all throughy out the day. The colleague of hers who was trying to make friends with her try to play with her but she noticed that no matter how she tries, Ida was just off.

 

When Ida got home in the evening, her mind was still sour. She didn't eat lunch when she was at work and as a matter of fact didn't have the strength to cook dinner now, talkless of eating.

 

She just sat on the couch dispiritedly, while thinking of the possibility of getting half a million dollar in three days, a knock landed on her door.

 

She stood and walked over to open it, when she opened, she was stunned to see Ben.

 

"Hey!" Ben was the first to greet.

 

"Hi," she said dully.

 

Ben noticed the dull expression on her face. From his office, a couple of hours ago, he had noticed how she walked out of B corporation to where she was going to take cab dejected. She looked totally off.

 

"Can I come in? " He asked.

 

"Sure," she said and lead him to the living room. She sunk hard on the couch and sighed.

 

Ben sat gently and asked, "why are you sad?"

 

"Am I?"

 

"Drop the pretense. I ask why you are sad?" His icy voice came hard.

 

Is this how to be concerned about people? Ida thought. Anyways, maybe that is who he is. He barely even smiles. Ida then answered," it's personal."

 

" I see... I beleive you have taken dinner?" He asked.

 

Ida wondered why he was acting like he cares,"No."

 

"If you are not happy, how can my son be? Beau will soon be here, what can I do for you to cheer up?" He asked.

 

Ida smiled, the way this cold man was acting like he cares amuses her. It was already in the contract that she shouldn't expect love, care nor attention from him, yet now, he was acting like he cares or maybe she was just seeing it from the wrong perspective.

 

"What you can do for me to cheer up ?" Ida asked to be sure.

 

"Yes," his response was brief.

 

Ida thought and looked around the room, when her eyes landed on the keyboard, she turned back to him and asked, "can you play the piano?"

 

" Will that make you feel better?"

 

"Yes."

 

Actually, getting the half a million dollar is what will really make her feel better but seeing him play the keyboard will go a long way too.

 

He stood and walked over to the keyboard stand, he then sat and placed his fingers on the keyboard, Ida was standing right beside him.

 

He asked her, "what song do you want me to play for you?"

 

"Anyone that comes to your mind will be fine by me," she said and he fortunately began to play one of her favorite song.

 

Ida hummed along, her mind calmed and she felt happy at the end.

 

After thirty minutes of playing, he stood and asked, "I guess you feel better now?"

 

"Very much better now, thank you. I don't know you can be this sweet."

 

"I'm not sweet,"he said with a frown and began to walk towards the kitchen.

 

Who told him he's not sweet? A man that plays a song for a woman during her depressing time is sweet.

 

"What are you going to do?" She walked after him quickly and asked.

 

"Didn't you say you haven't eaten?" He asked and Ida freezed.

 

So? Did he wants to cook for her?

 

"What's your favorite food?" He asked with his usual straight gaze.

 

"If you can smile then I'll tell you." She said.

 

"I'll go to the kitchen and cook whatever I feel like you like and you dare not to eat it," he said sternly.

 

Ida furrowed her brow, didn't he want to cook for her cause he cares? Yet he's sounding like he was threatening her.

 

"I will cook myself, don't worry," she said.

 

"Okay," he said but remained standing.

 

"Why are you still standing?"

 

"Didn't you say you will cook yourself? Then go inside there and cook, I'll stand by and monitor you," he said.

 

"Why?"

 

"Cause I need to ensure you eat," he said.

 

Ida laughed, although his face was cold, he finds his act adorable so she nods and walked over to the kitchen.

 

As she cooked, he watched her simply without saying a word.

 

When a dish mistakenly fell from her hand, he was quick to catch the dish and then handed it over to her, "be careful."

 

Ida looked at his handsome face for a couple of seconds and smiled, she said, "thank you."

 

Ben took steps back again and watched.

 

Ida turned to him a couple of minutes later and said, "well, the food is on fire now. I would have to wait for some time before it gets done."

 

"Okay."

 

She walked outside of the kitchen while he followed.

 

After they had both got to the living room, Ida asked him, "will you wait here until the food is done?"

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