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CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
Felicitation!
I dragged my attention from Kylian as we were engaged in a discussion when I felt the car slow down. I looked around myself and I saw heavily armed security men pacing around. One of these men came to the car and the wind screen of the driver’s side came rowing down the day talking to the driver who drove us. As the security man exchanged words with our driver, I looked front trying to gauge where I was from owner’s corner where I sat and I saw a monumental gate with four ionic order columns flanked by walls topped by a balustrade. I have never seen a gate like this in my life
Where the fuck am I?
The car started to move as the gate slowly opened, I looked at Kylian and he didn’t look bothered. I guess this is not his first time coming here. If I thought that outside the gate was heavily guarded, the other side of the gate was double the level of security. I looked out the wind screen as we moved deeper into a really large rounded courtyard and finally stopped.
I gasped at the mansion that was wide spread in front of me. It was constructed like those royality palace in fantasy movies.
“Where are we?” I asked Kylian who smirked at me because of my reaction
You are acting like a village girl
Please and please, kindly shut the fuck up
“Elysee Palace” he said
“The French white house?”
“Yes” he nodded
“We are here to see the president”
OMG! Waoh!
Of course, the president has to be someone he had the upmost respect for
“Am I qualified to see him” I panicked. In my defence, he is the president
“Of course, he is not going to bite you”
The door was opened for both of us and we walked into the mansion hand in hand. We were directed into a really large living room, as I took my seat next to Kylian, I looked around marvelled at the interior decor of this place. The designs were out of this world
“How do I act, what do I do? Is there a special way to greet the president” I mumbled anxiously
“Just be yourself” Kylian assured me with a smile on his face. Suddenly, his smile got brighter and I turned to look at the source. The President came in with his lovely wife. I rode up as Kylian did but stayed back as he exchanged pleasantries with the President’s wife
For a man of his age, the president looks so good and though older than he is, he and the first lady looks so good together. After the greetings, their attention diverted to me
“Et qui est cette belle femme, ta copaine? (And who is this beautiful woman, your girl friend?)” The president asked Kylian
“Non, ma femme, (No, my wife)” Kylian corrected him
The president and his wife looked at Kylian in surprise and then smiled at me
“Salut (Hi)” I greeted warmly
“Vraiment? (Really?)” The first lady asked Kylian again
“Oui, nous marions dernier ans. Vous etes le premier personnes saveir (Yes, we got married last year and you two are the only ones that knows apart from our families)”
“Bien, feliciation! (Well, Congratulations)” He focused on me this time around “Qui est ton nom? (What is your name?)”
“Bewaji”
He said he few words and looked at me waiting for an answer but I just looked on like a moron
You didn’t get that, did you?
How do I say I don’t speak French fluently?
Thankfully, Kylian came to my aid, guessing my predicament
“Elle n’est pas Francaise, Elle est Nigerienne. Elle ne parle pas francais bien (She is not French, she is Nigerian, she doesn’t speak French well)”
“Oh! I am so sorry, for assuming you are French” The french man apologized as he came closer to me with his wife by his side
“It is fine and it is an honour to meet you sir”
“I am Emmanuel Macron and this is my wife, Brigitte Macron” he introduced himself and stretched his hand to me in greeting
“I am Bewaji Bendel, please call me Bewa”
“Nice meeting you, Bewa and I have had the opportunity of hosting your president sometimes ago
“President Tinubu, yes, I read about it on the news”
“And how are you finding France?”
“It was shaky at first but now, I like to say I have adjusted” I stated looking at Kylian with a soft smile saying that
“Alright then, but before we go for dinner, how about my wife take you on a tour of this place while I speak to your husband” he informed me
“That is alright sir” I retorted
The President turned and start to walk away
“I will be back” my husband informed me and followed the president
“It is just us, girl” The first lady retorted. I turned my attention to her
“Yes, Ma’am”
“Enough with the ma’am, please call me Brigitte”
I nodded making a note never to do that, I mean she is the First Lady of France and like 50 years older than I am. That will be an insult
And what is it with the French and first name basis, don’t they have a bone of respect in their body.
Ignoring my nosy inner self, I walked side by side with the first lady as she tells me the history of Elysee palace while she showed me each room in the beautiful palace. At one point during the tour, she started telling me about herself and children, soon later, she started asking about me
“So how did a French man meet a Nigerian woman”
“Our parent introduced us and we clicked”
Nice! Keep it simple
“And how is married life treating you?” the elderly woman inquired again
“Good, of course, there are up and down there and here, like any other marriage but we are good” I replied with a smile on my face thinking of all the drama from last year
“So, what do you do before you married Kylian”
“I worked at a university, I taught students for a living”
“And now?”
“I am just a farmer”
“A farmer?” she blurted out with amusement and astonishment“You don’t look like one”
“Well, all I do is just command my staffs on what to do and yell at them when they are doing the wrong things”
“Spoken like a true boss” She chucked “Which area of agriculture are you into?”
“Fish farming”
“Nice and how is business?”
“Not going well at the moment” I sighed
“It is to be expected, you are just starting, keep at it” She advised
“I was not planning to”
She chuckled and we continued our tour
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Kylian asked as we left Elysee palace
“Yeah” I nodded my head with a soft smile “The first lady was pretty cool”
“Yeah, she is” He confirmed
“And the food was good too” I added and he chuckled loudly, then silence envelope us
I wonder what he talked about with the president
Don’t ask, let him tell you himself
“You can ask me” Kylian cut into my thought
“What” I blurted out in surprise
“I know you want to know about my meeting with the president… am I lying?”
I smiled, I can’t believe this man know me so well
Well, you are not that hard to read
How about you shut the fuck off
“So, how did it go?”
“He was just asking about my well being”
“Oh really?” I said
“And I told him was okay and just needed space. He was very happy to know I am coming back”
“That is great…. you know you have been good to me today”
He turned his focus back to me and arched his eyebrow as I went down on my knees between his legs
“What are you doing?” he said with excitement obviously having the idea of what I was about to do. The space between his leg and the front seat was small but I was able to fit myself into it…. barely
“I want to say thank you and also sorry, for leaving you hanging hours ago” I moved to unbuckle his belt but he held my hand and I gave him a what look
“You have never done this before”
“There is a first time for everything”. I muttered as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him
“The driver is here”
“Oh god!” I groaned “Shut the fuck up, Kylian, you are fucking up my vibe”
“But the driver…” he pointed to the man in front who is trying his best to concentrate
“He is welcome to watch” I shrugged not giving a damn about who is watching. I freed his throbbing dick from his sport pant
“Felix, find a place to park and get out…. oh fuck!” he moaned as I rolled my tongue around his tip.
Thank God, that will shut him up
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY 9.00 PM WAT
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