“I know about you and my nephew. I know he is your ex-fiancé who got married without properly breaking up with you.” He revealed, I just remained silent and ashamed.
Was this the end of me?
“But listen,” he said and cupped my face. We were just alongside the road waiting for his car, “I have you now; maybe that’s how we are supposed to meet, so I please request you stop talking to him, and if he does, let me know. Promise?” He looked desperate, so I touched his hands from my cheeks.
“I promise.” I said, meaning it. I was done with Jade. But I was not going to fall in love with Clinton—not after my experience with Jade.
“I registered you this morning with a law firm; you’ll just attend for months, then you can get your qualification. I don’t need to ask you to quit your job, as I’ve al
