7. That man had it coming

In the previous chapter , I wrote Andre's POV is next, I mistakenly deleted his POV chapter due to confusion on my part this chapter was published before his POV that I re wrote. So for better understanding of this chapter, please read chapter 8 before.

Thank you 😊.

He slammed my door, going out in rage. He's felt just the same way he made me feel that day, anger. It's unlike me but that man had it coming.

Being rude to me and coming into my room to brush his fingertips on my face. The strawberry scent in his hair when I greeted him downstairs invaded my nostrils when he came into my room.

I got up from bed and check my face in the vanity mirror. My make up is still intact. Great!  I have to head down to the ballroom, is it time to eat yet? I'm famished already.

I take my phone from beside me and go through my day taking the flight of stairs. There's no one in the living room. They must all be in the ballroom, great news dinner is ready.

I head to our family table when I get to the ballroom. There's an empty space between El and jerk. I groan, I have to sit beside him. I hope he'll keep his rude remarks to himself this time around.

I push the chair back and take my seat. He looks away tensing up, he's still angry. "Whatever" I mutter to myself. My food had already been dished out. I wait for Uncle Richard to say the grace before digging in.

I kept quiet and ate my food as I listened to the conversations being made around the table. Mostly Uncle Richard and Andre's father talking about the stare of affairs of their businesses.

From the conversation I get to know, Mr Theodore and his family are into real estate and own chains of hotels across the country and in France, their motherland. Uncle Richard who has sent up the American branch of our family company here in New York furnishes the houses and hotels.

They try to drag to once in a while engage Andre into their conversation. He only gave a curt reply and went back to toying with his food.

"Anniella, how's studies ?" Mrs Archambeau turned to smile at me and sipped her wine.

"It's great ma'am." Studies is great, I'm not slagging behind even though I came a little late.

"What are you studying?" She asked again seeming interested in whatever I was studying. Andre turned to give his mother a look like what's with the questions. She either ignored him or didn't see, waiting for me to reply.

"Broadcast journalism." I put down my fork, turned slightly so I'm facing her. Ready for all her questions, I'm actually happy she's interested in it.

Her eyes twinkled when I answered her, "You know I also studied broadcast journalism but then I changed to print, I found out writing magazine articles and novels are my calling." She smiles at the last part, her eyes glowing. It shows how passionate she's about it.

Mr Archambeau chirped into our little conversation looking at his wife proudly, "Now she's one of New York's bestselling authors and has her own magazine company, Bold and Dare."

I'm impressed, writing a novel is not as hard as getting the right people to understand your work and being a bestselling author that's another bomb. "Impressive." I couldn't help but say.

"My husband here helped me become who I am today and your aunt too. They made me realized I always wanted to reach out to people through my writings, letting them know I also relate to their problems, situations and interest."  She looked adoringly at her husband and Aunt Bertha. Gratitude also in her look. "I  pray you get a man who's going to motivate you and help you become your best and above all cherish and love you like an egg among rocks."

Andre shifted in his seat and took a quick glance at me. Eyes not being bold enough to look at me intensely and non  stop like  they previously did.

"Thank you ma'am."

"It's alright dear."  Her husband takes her  hand in his asking for a dance. So romantic, they're fairly young but look so in love. Their eyes doing the silent talks.

Elisa was long gone from the table, after she'd received a call from Darrel now it's just Andre and I sitting together looking over at the dance floor as couples exhibit their dance skills to their partners.

Andre kept turning his face to look at me but looks away as if contemplating talking to me and ran his fingers through his hair. When he could no longer resist he finally turned to look at me, "Can I get a dance."

Turn him down, you can't even dance. " Yeah sure." Shit is about to go down. He takes my hand in his ushering us to the dance floor.

He held my waist with both hands and I instinctively throw my hands around his neck. Initially my steps faulted but as time went on and with the guidance of Andre, we perfectly danced in sync looking like a real couple crazily in love with everything perfectly fine in their world.

All through the dance, Andre kept his eyes on me. I couldn't stand the gaze of his emerald eyes, I blushed and looked away. I can't risk falling for those eyes or it's owner.

"You two look good together !" Mrs Archambeau gushed over us.

Andre was embarrassed by her comment. I shifted uncomfortably, blushing also embarrassed, "Can I go now?" I have to get out of here before he sees it and gets ideas in his head.

He doesn't let go off my waist so I brought my hands from around his neck to his broad shoulders trying to push him off me.

He jolts at my touch and his hands go off my waist he cleared his throat, "Uh I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Okay." And with that I turn on my heels ready to leave for my room. The party is almost over, it won't hurt if I'm not around. Besides I'm exhausted from waking up early to help Carmen from dawn to late afternoon and walking  around.

I got back into my room and slipped out of my dress and headed to the bathroom after putting a shower cap on. I prepared a warm bath and allowed it to relax me, my aching toes and body melted, the warmness of the waiter getting to me. My mind was on Andre, his eyes, how he didn't want to let go off me and how his gaze got me blushing. My anger from what transpired in my room long forgotten as I got out of the bath and dried my body with a towel and took off my shower cap tossing it into the laundry basket . I have to  send them to the utility room tomorrow and do the laundry.

I rummage through the sleepwear section of my closet and threw on a baggy white tee and a boy shorts. I nearly screamed when I saw Elisa sitting comfortably on my bed, I didn't hear the door open or her footsteps. Was I that lost in thoughts of him? Nah I don't want to think so, he's a jerk! A cute one though.

"Took you forever to get out." She patted a space next to her on the bed, "you look like you've been thinking, is it about Andre?"

Is it that obvious ?  I wanted to ask her but decided against it I don't want her getting ideas and teasing me, "no why?"

"He asked about you ."She said cooly, "I figured maybe you've met."

"What did he ask about, we've not met ?" I'm interested in whatever he asked.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "Why are interested if you've not met him before."

"Because he asked about me El, that's reason enough."

She smiled calmly, "I know you very well to know when you're lying, spill the tea."

"There's no tea to spill." I chuckled.

"I felt the tension between you two and the way Andre kept glancing at you at the table , you gave him a mad look when you sat beside him, that's proof enough you two have met so spill it." She winked at me revealing to me  her observations.

I sighed and made up my mind to tell her. "We met one morning, we crashed into each other in front of our coffee shop and I spilled my coffee on us ."I left the others out.

"Was that the day you came home smelling like coffee?"

"Yes it was."

"That's why I didn't buy your story, you were upset telling me and then?" She persisted.

"What do you mean by and then?" I asked like I didn't get what she means.

"Didn't you two apologize to each other?"

"I did but you know what? He yelled at me to use the eyes I have to watch where I'm going and that I should keep my apology and hand to myself m!"

"Rude, but why were you being handsy m?"

"I tried wiping the coffee off his shirt."

"Oh okay I get that, so now you have a bad perception about him that he's rude I'm I right m?"

"Very correct, detective El." I mock her.

She rolled her eyes and then continued, "He's a good guy, far for what you think about him, did he try to apologize today?"

I shake my head no, I don't remember him apologizing.

"Or is it you never gave him the chance?"

What's with El and these questions.

"I yelled at him too and called him a jerk when he came in my room today.

She face palmed, "Jerk, that's shallow of you to call him something he's not, what is he wanted to apologize? If I were him, I'll be mad and get out of here."

"That's what he did sis but he was a jerk to me that morning." I whined.

"I know Andre and I know he's not like that, so give him a chance to apologize the next time you see him, what is he wasn't in a good","how will you feel when someone spills hot coffee on you when you're already pissed?"

"I'll sure to be mad even more."

"Good, so until he tells you his reason, don't judge him to be something he's not. He's a very great guy." She concluded and got off my bed.

I think  about what she just said. She might be right, I need to give him a chance. "Thank you, I'll keep it in mind."

"You ought to, Goodnight babes." She yawned and left the room.

Should Anniella give Andre a chance ?