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the soft leather
furniture and beautiful paintings. She did not need to ask this
time around; no one but a professional interior decorator could
have perfected the colour scheme and the furniture arrangement that
she had seen so far.
    Akeem
smiled as he watched her moving around. "Glad you like it. That's a
plus, since you're going to be spending a lot of time
here."
    "Are you
sure about that?" Yemi teased.
    "Remember my threat in London?" he growled, coming closer to
her. "My ancestors didn't waste time in those days. They carried
off their women and sought parental consent later."
    "Somebody help me!" Yemi said playfully. "But like I
told you then, I'd be such a willing captive that my parents will
be thoroughly ashamed of me."
    "They
will get used to it." He touched her cheek lightly with his finger.
"Drinks, or do I show you around first?"
    She
linked her arm through his. "Let's go around first."
    "So
how's the Prof and his wife?" Akeem asked as they made their way
out of the sitting room.
    "They're
good."
    "I'll
take you home this evening, so hopefully I can see
them?"
    Yemi
hesitated. She knew her family and had no fears that they would
like and accept Akeem, but she did not want to just spring him on
them like that without any prior notice.
    "Let's
do it this way," she said, as they climbed the wide spiral
staircase, "I'll speak to my mum about you, and then you can meet
them at another time."
    He
appeared to think about it and then nodded, "All right, but I want
to register my presence in your family." He pulled her close for a
moment. "And all those Unilag boys had better not come anywhere
near my girl!"
    "There's
no competition." Yemi giggled at the possessive look in his eyes.
"They could not get me interested in the four years that I've been
there, and they definitely aren't succeeding now."
    "Good to
hear that, but I'm still not letting my guard down."
    "What if
a lady gets ideas about you?" she asked. "Come to think of it, how
am I sure that there aren't loads of them hanging around you all
the time?"
    "To
borrow your words," Akeem said, looking down at her, "there's no
competition."
    Yemi
looked into his eyes. She loved him, and that included trusting
everything that he told her. "Then there's nothing for either one
of us to worry about." She linked her arm around his. "Come show me
the rest of this beautiful house."

Chapter
3
     
    Yemi
heaved a sigh of relief when she finished the assignment she had to
hand in the following Monday. She was going out with Akeem later
that day and wanted to have as little work to think about as
possible. She packed up her laptop, gathered her books, and walked
out of the library.
    There
were two girls walking in front of her, but her eyes were drawn to
the one dressed in denim pants and a cropped top. She had such a
great figure—a proper mannequin. Yemi found herself mentally
dressing her up in couture and then in smart casual gear. She
wished she could sketch down the designs right there and then but
grinned to herself as she thought of the weird looks she might
attract.
    Her eyes
were still focused on the girl when she heard her name being called
from across the street. It was her course mate, Ada. She looked
excited and was waving madly at Yemi.
    "Whoa,
Yemi, aren't you a dark horse!" Ada exclaimed as she made her way
across the street to meet Yemi.
    Yemi
looked at her curiously. "What are you talking about?"
    Ada grinned. "You, my girl, are one lucky chick!" She
rummaged in her big bag and brought out a magazine. "I saw this
picture in the new edition of City
Buzz , and my eyes almost popped
out!"
    Ada
flipped hurriedly through the popular magazine to the centre page.
She turned the page around and jabbed her finger at a picture at
the top. It was of Yemi and Akeem. Yemi just stared at it. She had
attended a party with him the previous Saturday, but she had no
idea that they had been photographed.
    "You're
going out with Akeem Kadiri!" Ada continued, looking at her