Dating Mr Famous by Glory Abah

Author:Glory Abah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: clean romance, sweet romance, african authors, african romance, fake relationship
Publisher: Love Africa Press

MICHAEL

“When are you going to stop hopping from girl to girl and finally settle down, Michael? I am not getting any younger, and I want to carry my grandchildren before I die. Leave all these small girls alone and bring home a wife.”

My mom was on her weekly tirade, and as usual, I had zoned off, focusing on my PS5. It was one of those boring Saturdays when I had a free week until I had to be in Lagos for a shoot. Of course, I could make an excuse to end the call, but I hated lying to my mom. She had an uncanny ability to figure it out.

She must have been talking for ten minutes when I caught the last words and froze, my defender poised to take a goal shot.

“What did you say, ma?” I asked just to clarify.

“I said, I want to meet this new girlfriend of yours. Bring her to my seventieth. And please, don’t invite all your popular friends to my party. I don’t want them stealing all the attention and making my sensible friends go crazy with lust.”

She cut the call abruptly, leaving me sputtering. The thought of lustful seventy-year-olds did not sit well with my stomach.

It wouldn’t do any good to call her and decline on behalf of Meghan. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. Besides, I tried as much as I could to give her whatever she asked for. For a long time, it’d been just my mom and me. My dad died when I was six, and my mom had to earn a living on a government teacher’s salary.

I had seen my mom at her best and her worst. I saw her tears when my dad died and her struggles to give me the best she could, and I decided to do everything I could to keep her smiling.

So it was only because of my mom that I was calling Meghan, not because I missed her, not because I wanted to hear her voice, and definitely not because I hadn’t spoken to her in a week, eight days to be precise.

Why?

I didn’t like the giddy way I felt every time I thought about her or how thoughts of her continually interrupted me when brushing my teeth, trying to sleep, or hanging out with friends.

I knew what was happening. In high school terms, I was about to ‘like like’ her, and I would do everything to avoid it. First of all, Catrina. Secondly, Catrina. Thirdly, I didn’t need the drama. If Catrina caught a whiff of my special spot for Meghan, all hell would break loose.

I thought about just ending this up-and-down relationship with Catrina. First, she broke up with me publicly in a humiliating manner. That evening, we had been at an MTN publicity event when she began to raise her voice because she felt I was not paying her enough attention. Apparently, I did not grovel on time because the next thing I knew, she had poured a glass of champagne on my face, declared that we were over, and stormed out.

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