Chapter Seventeen

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The restaurant was packed full with the upper class of the city. There was a chandelier that was suspended from the artfully decorated ceiling, lighting up the painstakingly made up faces of the women who were all dressed to kill. Elegantly dressed, handsome waiters and waitresses glided from table to table with heaped trolleys of the best food money could buy on the Lagos Island, depositing their burden on the tables of the patrons and their painted trophy women who would have to pay a hefty sum for whatever food they had chosen to eat there.

The swinging doors of the entrance opened, and two women stepped in, and for a moment, the air around the room seemed to cease for moment. Adamma looked breathtaking, dressed in a light brown sheath dress that accentuated the color of her eyes and dramatically heightened the lightness of her skin, showed off the shocking blackness of her hair which hung down to her slim shoulders in artful disarray. Her eyebrows hung in a full arch above her wide, light brown, luminous eyes which had been touched up with frosty dark eye makeup; her lips was outlined in red, a color that went with the thigh-length Jimmy Choo boots which she wore, and her leather Prada clutch bag.

Beside her stood Amanda who had assembled herself into an all-grey ensemble that looked breathtaking on her and which she'd worn to show off her new toned body which she'd gotten after five weeks of grueling physical punishment her fitness trainer had doled out to her after the birth of her latest baby. She looked lovely, though she paled into insignificance beside Adamma who seemed to radiate some kind of inner light that rendered her so ethereal and magical and had the richest men falling over themselves to please her.

The two women moved to their reserved table, with all eyes following their progress, and Obinna watched them too. He just couldn't stop himself; she was too beautiful, too magically irresistible for him not to look at her. In his own twisted way he was very proud of her and all that she had achieved for herself. He watched her sit down with her friend and flash a dazzling smile to the older couple who were seated to their left. They ordered their food, and Obinna waited for a few minutes for them to get settled before he downed his glass of wine, stood up, and then went over to their table. As he pulled up a chair to sit on, he was aware of the fact that the two women who had been chattering away like schoolgirls on a lunch break had shut their mouths up.

'Hello, ladies,' he said in greeting, and with a flourish he signaled a waiter and placed an order for a plate of crab soup. He looked straight into his wife's eyes and smiled at her, and he was lost for a moment in those shocking, mesmerizing eyes that had trapped him forever when they had held him in their depths all those countless years ago.

There was no emotion there, no shock that he had disrupted the meal between two close friends all simply because of the fact that he wanted to see his wife who had sworn to be completely inaccessible when she was needed. He realized with a pang that tonight was the very first time he was seeing her in a very long time; she had only dominated his thoughts and his mind due to the fact that her face was everywhere, that beautiful, devilish face that had sworn to haunt him forever.

Adamma smiled at him after they had held each other's gaze for very long moments, to the exclusion of every other thing that were around them. At that moment, when their eyes had locked together, it was as if electricity had swept over her at the sight of this handsome, impossible man. A lot of feelings had swept over at the sight of him, but they had all been too brief for her to be able to analyze them fully as they had flashed through her mind. And then came the avalanche of questions: what was he doing here? How did he know that she was going to be there? But there was something about him now . . . what was it?

'Darling, what a surprise,' she said in her best hostess voice. She was not a public figure for nothing; she knew how to work a room, and she was not going to give these hawks who were all straining their stupid necks to hear her conversation between her and the man she'd separated herself from the satisfaction of seeing her fall apart. Oh no, that would make the frontline news of the early editions of tomorrow. So, the charm had to be there.

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