Chapter 221 A Last Minute Call

A broad smile masked her pretty face when he confirmed her guess. "Do you even need to ask to know I would come when I am the first one who asked you out on a date?" She asked with her chin raised.

"That is good to hear," He replied while smiling back at her.

"I will go freshen up now. You know the nook and cranny of my home, if you need to freshen up, touched up your make up and changed into a different outfit, you know where to get it," He said meekly.

He spun and headed to his bedroom.

Joanna jumped up but with caution, the instant his bedroom door jammed.

[Whoa… I can't believe he asked me out on a date. I am so happy that I decided to make the first move in settling things between us. All my efforts didn't go to waste. This is great]

Joanna's radiating smile as she pace out was enough to brighten the day of anyone who saw her.

She patiently waited for him in the sitting room.

Inside his bedroom, Amos freshened up in the fastest time possible.

[I have kept her waiting the entire day. I can't afford to keep her waiting for me any longer]

Amos beamed as he stared at the brown door leading to the sitting room.

Without wasting time he spun and proceeded to his dressing table where his body lotion and other cosmetics were neatly placed. All his cosmetics and products were the best of the best which befits his title.

Amos ran here and there as he tried to get ready in the quickest time.

A problem occurred when it reached the time for him to choose an outfit for himself.

"Fuck! Why can't I make a choice on which clothes to pick," Amos muttered as he stared at the different sets of outfits neatly arranged on the racks?

"I haven't been so nervous about picking an outfit before. What is wrong with me now?" Amos complained. He reached out his hand to pick out the red shirt in the middle but only for him to retract his hand midway.

"The shirt looks way too formal. Besides, I haven't made up my mind about where I will be taking her to so the red shirt won't do," Amos mumbled. He was quick to find faults with the first shirt.

He extended his hand to pick the green one but he dropped his hand just when he was about to hold the shirt.

"The darker shade of green isn't suitable to wear at the night. What if we end up going to a dimly lit place, won't I be unnoticed if I wear this?" Amos frowned not satisfied with the casual green shirt either.

He went around criticising almost all the clothes he had in the walk-in closet.

After walking around the huge room he finally returned to his first spot. "I am not satisfied with all the clothes here, now what am I…,"

"I love that one over there," A lady's sweet voice interrupted him. In a flash, he turned to look at where the voice came from.

He was dumbfounded to see Joanna standing by his side with her hand pointing at his clothes racks.

"Which one?" He asked as his eyes followed where her hand was pointing at.

"The grey one," Joanna moved over to the closet. From Among the clothes hanging she picked out the particular shirt she was talking about.

"I love everything you wear but I particularly love it whenever you wear a grey shirt so I will advise that you wear this," Joanna said, extending the shirt to him.

"Today is a special day and since you are the one that choose this for me then I will definitely wear it," Amos smiled at her. He puts on the shirt without any hesitation.

"Today is a special day?" Joanna asked. "I remember your birthday is not today nor of the Queen Mother, did anything special happen on this day that I am not aware of?" Joanna added.

She started searching her memory for anything memorable that might have happened on this day.

"Yeah, today is the first day you asked me out on a date and this makes it a special day," Amos replied beaming.

"And wearing the clothes you pick for me will make it even more special so go ahead and pick all the accessories I am gonna wear," He added as he walked to the large mirror in the northern part of the room.

[So he thinks today is special because I asked him out?]

Joanna spaced out while grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you waiting for, aren't you gonna do it now?" Amos asked as he stared at her through the large mirror.

"I will do it," Joanna smiled and walked to the wristwatch section.

As she tried to pick the accessories she thought he needed Amos stood in front of the mirror arranging his hair.

Joanna picked every accessory Amos wore including the cologne he used.

After he finished he took a last glance at himself before he turned and faced the lady standing behind him.

"Let's go, Girlfriend," A broad smile appeared on his face as he offered his hand to her.

Hearing him call her Girlfriend made Joanna recall their first official date and the way he kept calling her Girlfriend.

She couldn't resist smiling when she remembered those moments.

"Sure," She replied and wrapped her hand around his.

In this manner, two of them left the walk-in closet. Amos was about to bend and picked up his car key from the centre table when Joanna's cell phone rang.

Grudgingly, she removed the cell phone from her black handbag.

"Today is my day off work so why is Mrs Parker calling me?" Joanna mumbled. She hesitated for a few seconds before she swiped the answer button.

"I really hope it's not what I am thinking," He muttered with a clenched fist as he watched her walk two steps away from him.

"Hello Joanna, where are you?" Here came Mrs Parker's first word.

"Hmmm…," she hesitated not knowing whether it was a good thing to tell Mrs Parker that she was with Amos when she is the one who wants Amos for her cousin.

"I am at home," Joanna lied as she stole a secret glance at the frowning guy whose gaze was concentrated on her.

"Ok, that is great. This means you can come over to the cafe right now…,"

"You want me to come to the cafe now?" Joanna shouted not able to mask the shock.

"Yes, why?" Mrs Parker standing at the counter asked frowning. "Were you doing something important?" She added in a suspicious tone.

"I was in the middle of something so if it's not something important I will…,"

"It's an emergency," Mrs Parker cut in. If only Joanna wasn't distracted she would have seen the murderous glares Amos directed at the cellphone placed on her right ear.

"I am not stupid to have called you on your day off if not for something important…,"

"But I was doing something…,"

"I will be expecting you at the cafe from this moment," Mrs Parker said sternly.

"Mrs…," Joanna was shocked to realise that Mrs Parker had disconnected the line.

"I was practically sitting idly here waiting on you so why didn't she call then?" Joanna bellowed throwing the cell phone in her hand away.

Amos thought he was the only angry person but hearing the smashing of her cellphone screen made him realise that she was angry.

Or should he say even more angry than him?

"Why did she choose to call this moment," Joanna lamented.

"There is no need to get so worked up. We will just go and hear what she has to say. We can go ahead with our date afterwards," Amos said in a bid to calm her down.

"Yeah, you are right," Joanna said. "Besides she never said she wanted me to work on my day off so that means we can still go ahead with our date," Joanna's mood changed faster than the hand of the clock.

He was a bit taken aback to see that the deep frown on her face was gone in the same way it appeared.

"Let's go. We have no time to spare," Joanna said as she walked towards the entrance.

Amos followed her closely.

…

At the cafe, Mrs Parker was seen using one of the cafe tables with three young people sitting around her.

"Since I have told you all that needs to be said, I hope you and Leah will support her to manage the cafe well during my five days absence," Mrs Parker concluded.

With sparkling eyes, Amelia turned to look at Amos sitting on her right-hand side.

"You once told me that you managed one of your family's companies all by yourself. I am sure managing a tiny cafe like this will be nothing to you," Amelia said smiling.

"I will rely on your guidance to manage the cafe well Amos ok," She added still maintaining her smile.