Chapter 8

• He was in a haste to leave the gym so he could tell Mrs Laura what had happened that had made him canceled all meetings and leave the office hurriedly yesterday so he could hear her thoughts on the issue; he had come to trust her judgements over the years. In his haste, he didn't see the water that had been spilled on the tiled floor.
• He had not seen it and he was walking entirely too fast so there was no way he could have been been able to balance himself properly so as to not fall on the water. One of his legs drawed forward; he tried to exert force on the floor to gain his balance but the spilled water reduced to a great extent the friction needed to do so. Therefore his other leg crumbled into two. And so hard on the wet floor landed his butt which immediately sent sparks of pain to his brain.
• Oh shit, he thought in dismay as he closed his eyes and groaned in pain. The week was turning out to be week of nightmares giving him with series of unpleasant surprises consecutively.
• First, it was a child of nowhere coming to disrupt his life for good. Now it was water from nowhere that had been spilled on the damn floor to cause so much embarrassment and pain. What else would come for him? Shit.
• "Shit. I am so so sorry." A throaty female voice said.
• He opened his eyes looked up and saw the most striking green eyes he had ever seen.
• At first, what had registered in his brain was that ' wow, this was one hell of a stunner' and that he couldn't wait to see how she would looklike in his bed with her black thick hair spread like a fan around her. He looked at her red rosy lips and wonder how it would taste like in his mouth. He was sure that she would feel as good as she looked in his arms.
• One minute, he was thinking about that, the next minute he was reminded of the pain in his butt and what had caused it. It was then he noticed the empty water bottle in her hand and realized it was the water from the bottle that had spilled on the floor causing him to fall.
• He became angry immediately. Forget that he had wanted to sleep with her before if he could but now, he was so filled with righteous anger. That coupled with the frustration he had been feeling since he had gotten the news of his child and he was ready to pour them on this young woman no matter how kissable she was looking at the moment.
• "Hey, what are you doing, woman? What the fuck is it are you doing?" He said menacingly in a low voice.
• "I am so sorry." the woman answered."I didn't know what I was doing. I was just thinking."
• "Fuck your sorry. Now, my butt is bruised and I have one hell of a headache all because you can not watch what you are doing or where you are going."
• The woman was in middle of uttering another apology when she clamped her mouth shut in a thin line and narrowed her green eyes at him.
• "Okay, Mister. I know you are angry. I am trying to apologize here. I have hurt you. And I am so sorry but still that doesn't give you the right to be such a jerk. What is it with you and the coarse words, uh?"
• "What?" Jacobs said widening his eyes. Who the hell was this young woman l talking to him like this? Who was she and where had she come from? She was beginning to act as if she was the one that had slipped, fell on the floor and had been so embarrassed instead of him. How dared her talk to him this way?
• "Who fell on the floor? Who the fuck is sitting on the floor?"
• "Well, you choose to remain on the floor. Other people would have quickly stood up by now but no, not you, Mister. You chose to feel comfortable on the floor while cussing out a woman you have never met before. Who raised you up, Mister?"
• Okay, this young woman was mad, John thought as he stood up from the floor, with shame blooming red on his face.
• "Who the fuck are you?"
• "Whoa, I see you are not ready to clean your tongue. If I could have a dollar for every single swear word you have told me since you slipped, I would be able to renew my gym membership card when the time comes. You grew up in the ghetto or something? You don't look like it but I would not been surprised if you did. You have a ghetto like manner of expressing yourself, mister."
• "Okay. Whoa. Now you are insulting me? Now you are saying I am from the gutter. That I am crude. This is wow." John really did not know why he was behaving like an ass at this moment. If his foster parents or sisters or Mrs Laura had caught him speaking the way he was to this strange woman at this moment, they would talked his ears off. They would be highly disappointed at him.
• He didn't know why he was like this, really. Perhaps, it was because he was really intrigued by the woman before him; by her long thick hair he wished to lost his fingers in ; by her green eyes that seemed to sparkle with every word she spoke; by her soft kisssble red lips that seemed to tempt him to plant his lips on her and taste the heaven he was sure that lie inside.
• Damn, he thought in self disgust. Why was he acting like a horny teenager of fifteen, Godammit? He was twenty nine and had just realized he was a father in the last twenty four hours. Will he never learn? Really, will he not?
• He glared at the stranger woman who had planted her hands on her waist and was returning his stare with an angry one of her own.
• Okay, are they in a staring competition now?