C4 Eye to Eye.

I nodded.

I am sharp at memorizing navigation and location. His house is located in Bellarue, a very swanky estate. The last time I was in that neighborhood was to drop off a bratty little boy who would stop reminding me his parents were celebrities.

They weren’t even actual A-listers but Z-listers who did a movie that had the worst rating.

My new boss’s office is in the busy parts of the streets of Devonté Avenue. This guy must be stinking rich to have an office there. First, I have to pick him up from the airport and then ferry him to his home.

I pray to all my ancestors that this man was not a nuisance.

“He’s rather cold and slightly scary, so don’t let him get to you,” he asserted. I get intimidated a lot in this business, practically because I am young and petite.

I keep my cool and let it slide. Occasionally, I visualize punching some clients on their faces. The thought of an assault lawsuit makes me not dare try to relive that fantasy.

Mr. Robin’s phone rang. He picked it up hastily. Judging by the beads of sweat forming on his temple; it was clear my new client was the devil himself. Mr. Robin made it clear he only fears the devil. Today must be the day I finally see the devil.

“Yes, okay, “he mumbled and ended the call. He nodded at me and led me to the parking lot. Whoa! A midnight black Matt Black Range Rover Sport!

I haven’t driven one in my entire life... Most of what they allocated me to drive were Mercedes Benz, Limos, SUVs, and Land cruisers. It’s certainly my lucky day. God, I know it’s you.

Mr. Robin opened the door for me in the driver’s seat. I fastened my seatbelt as I took off my heels. Taking a deep breath in and out, ready to do this.

“Andre is Mr. Sanchez’s bodyguard. He will guide you if you need any help,” Robin stated.

I didn’t notice the cute guy in a suit standing next to the door of the car. I shook his hand. He looked so darn serious. I put on my black hand gloves.

“All the best, honey, “Mr. Robin wished.

“Thank you, sir, “I retorted. Andre sat in the passenger seat next to me. I started the car and drove out of the building.

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The car was a baby, so steadfast and comfy that the seats were so godly. The fragrance of luxury kissed my nostrils. Ample silence, far from the noisy surroundings, was all I needed. This car delivered exactly that.

The company usually offers the car options to the clients. You have to be very lucky to drive the client’s cars.

So it’s my first time driving a client’s car. I am excited, anxious, scared and all kinds of emotions I could imagine.

In a few minutes, we arrived at the airport. Andre instructed me to drive to the right exit and park at the designated spot.

His (my new boss’s) plane had not yet landed. When the plane touched the runway and stopped meters away from where the parked car was, I stepped outside the car. Opening the passenger’s door ajar.

I tried to picture what he may look like, maybe old? Seventy years … Or way too young in his twenties. But I doubt he was young. Old men are known to have this kind of vast wealth. Or maybe he is the son of a billionaire.

I placed my hands to my front. My dark heels were so clean I could see my reflection.

After what felt like an eternity, a gentleman walked down the staircase with his eyes on his phone. I was so flabbergasted he was so attractive! Was he the son? Friend? He was all alone.

Brown-headed hair silkier than my purple bonnet, a chisel-like strong jawline. He had the face that stopped you in your tracks. So perfect.

He had a well-endowed body physique beneath the suit. He wore a blue suit and a white shirt with no tie, and unbuttoned the first two buttons.

He didn’t look up after he entered the car; he was so drawn to his phone. On his finger, he wore a golden wedding ring, certainly married, but I couldn’t be so conclusive.

I wear a ring on my ring finger, yet I am single; I wear it to keep off some creeps, so they know I am taken by a man I damn well know doesn’t exist, but since I wear gloves, he can’t see the ring.

He appeared to be one who had learned the look of confidence as a survival skill.

I fastened my seatbelt and took off my heels. Andre closed the door on Mr. Hunk’s side. Afterward, he sat next to me. I started the engine and drove out of the airport.

My brain was working overtime with endless questions. Pondering who he could be, is he standing in place of his dad or something? If this is my boss, my work is about to get spicier.

Perhaps it was too early to show my perverted bird thoughts. His grand, sentimental cologne scent filled the car.

He wasn’t wearing just any Cologne, it was fucking Clive Christian Majestic Imperial. It is packaged in a Baccarat crystal canister with a five-carat white diamond and an 18-carat gold piece around the neck of the cap. A bottle goes for 400 thousand.

It has a cedarwood, tanka beans and Mandarin orange scent. I know it from anywhere. I am a scent enthusiast. Good lord! How rich is this guy?

I shot a few glimpses at him. His eyes were glued to his phone. He was desirable up close as he made a phone call.

When his call ceased, he tossed his phone aside on the vacant seat next to him.

He let out a sigh of weariness. Finally, there was heavy traffic. A sheer chance to have sufficient time to adore his features.

Luckily, my sunglasses were midnight dark and slightly oversized. He couldn’t see my eyes peeking at him.

Lia, my daughter’s nanny, constantly told me I had captivating eyes and dramatic arc eyebrows. I got a lot of compliments about my eyes while I was still hustling doing odd jobs before getting the chauffeur job.

The nuns and sisters used to say I have wicked eyes, that they would entice any man into sin. Such weirdos with retarded thinking!

Whenever I took walks across the street with my daughter, people gave me looks. A few people would stop me just to glare at my eyes and take photos of them.

At some point, I felt uneasy and had to buy sunglasses to avoid too much unwanted attention. It was a day to spend with my daughter, not to entertain some scrutiny.

He looked ahead at the rearview mirror. Our eyes met momentarily, and he was stuck there, although my eyes were still in my shades perfectly hidden.

He gawked a very doubtful gaze, His arched eyebrows lowered to an amused frown, and slight irritation flashed across his face. He leaned forward as his brows furrowed. He could not believe what his eyes were seeing.

Busted!