An Unexpected Match

Areta Nwosu

Description

He's ended six relationships and broken off two engagements. It's her job to find him a new girlfriend but she wants him for herself. Big-hearted divorcee matchmaker, Farida Yusuf has a job to do. Find a match for her prestigious client: Kurt Achike, a half-Nigerian, half-German god with curly hair and a dimpled, bad boy smile. Kurt is of royal blood, first of the four heart-stoppingly attractive sons of infamous and controversial Zik Achike. There's no doubt that he is the kind of man most women would want. There's just one tiny problem. Kurt has a habit of breaking engagements. Nicknamed the Breaker of Hearts by the public, Kurt has broken off engagements to two women. And now he needs Farida's help. Farida has to find him a girlfriend, even though just the thought of him empties her lungs of air and leaves her breathless. But how will she ever be able to introduce him to another woman when she wants him for herself? Plus: adventures and scandals of the four infamous sons of Zik, a dog-napping, an illegitimate baby on the way, family secrets and a contract killer named Mr. Nuclear, a boat-trip to a drug kingpin's house... An Unexpected Match is a juicy, hard-to-put-down mix of drama, romance and suspense.

Sujets

• Nwosu
• Matchmaker
• Relationship
• Unexpected
• Engagement
• Match

Informations

• Publié par: Publiseer
• Date de parution: 18 avril 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 41
• EAN13: 9788828307969
• Langue: English

Extrait

An Unexpected Match
By
Areta Nwosu
Copyright 2018 by Areta Nwosu.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
A more than friendly feeding...
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Kidnapper kingpin apprehended in Nsukka
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Introducing the Sons of Zik
About the Author
A more than friendly feeding...

F arida dug out a portion of cake and lifted the fork to his mouth. As the cake pushed against his lips, his irises switched from light brown to dark green. Her belly flopped. Something was happening. This had gone beyond a friendly feeding.
Kurt ate the cake, his eyes on her face. Their gazes collided.
Farida felt heat in her solar plexus. Her stomach somersaulted.
Do you like it? To his ears, his voice sounded grittier.
What?
The cake... he smiled and leaned sideways, bringing his face closer to hers. The scent of her vanilla-perfumed skin assaulted his nostrils.
She swallowed saliva. Gosh. He was too near. She spotted the hairs in his close-cropped beard and the dimples denting his cheeks. And the muscle flexing in his jaw. Her pulse zinged.
Ye-es... she stammered. Was he about to kiss her? Was she imagining this? But, no. His mouth, with those gorgeous rose-pink lips, was racing forward to merge with hers.
Chapter 1

O nly five years ago , she had been completely certain that she and Yomi would be together always, would grow old together. Just like hundreds of other blissfully happy couples in Lagos. How could she have guessed that her life would turn out this way?
Farida Yusuf gripped the steering of her 2010 Honda Accord CrossTour and pulled in a deep breath. Her gaze skirted off the patch of lighter skin around the ring finger of her left hand and returned to the stretch of the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway ahead.
She sighed. It wasn t only his fault. She d noticed the cracks in their relationship a long time ago. She d just refused to acknowledge them.
Farida glanced through the windscreen. The pale rays of the early morning sun washed over the stream of cars and trucks heading into Lagos.
Her gaze landed on a silver 2017 Range Rover inching forward through the traffic. What a beautiful car. If only she could afford a ride like that. Maybe some time in the future, hopefully after the launch of her reality show, the news about One Plus One would spread everywhere and pull in more clients.
Farida eased her car forward, allowing a comfortable distance between her Honda and the Range Rover.
She was grateful for a lot of things, though. The main one being the fact that she was doing what she loved to do, something she was great at, and earning a good income in the process. How many people could say that? She had attended a wedding in Ibadan yesterday, had been the Guest of Honour. Both the groom and bride had been her clients. She had matched them together and soon after, they had started dating and now only eight months later, were married. She could do it for others. How come it was so difficult to do it for herself?
If only Yomi would just give her some breathing space and stop pressing her about the money she owed him. She d promised to repay him. All she asked him to do was give her some time.
She squeezed the steering wheel again, impatient to get to her office in Victoria Island. She should have left Ibadan yesterday evening instead of waiting till this morning. Heavy traffic into and within Lagos had become default. Every day of the week, especially weekdays. Bumper-to-bumper traffic. Ugh . She should have left the wedding reception early. She should have-
A trailer s horn blared, interrupting her thoughts. The horn screamed again and again.
Farida scowled. She glanced to the lane parallel to hers, going the opposite way. A rickety truck lumbered along the road, slowing the progress of the impatient, horn-pressing trailer behind.
She shook her head. What would sitting on your horn do, for goodness sake? Would it make the decrepit old truck move faster?
And then her eyes widened. No, no, no...
Without warning, the trailer swerved out from behind the offending truck, straight into the path of the silver Range Rover.
Farida tapped her foot on the brake and swung her car to the right.
Up ahead, tyres shrieked. The Range Rover veered to the right, a sudden, sharp motion, aiming to avoid an impending face-to-face collision.
She watched, open-mouthed, as the trailer zoomed onto her lane, its horn still bellowing. The Range Rover edged away, right on time, out of harm s way, into the tree-lined roadside. The trailer bypassed the truck, returned to its lane and sped off.
Farida s heart pounded. Oh my. Thank God. She glanced toward the other car. It had come to a stop by the trees.
She didn t stop to think. Farida pulled to a stop behind the Range Rover. She rushed out of her car toward the parked vehicle, stopped and then glanced into the window of the driver s side.
A man sat in the seat, head forward, lips moving. His hands on the steering wheel were trembling. What was he saying?
Farida rapped her knuckles on the glass.
His head twisted to face hers. He frowned but then the window eased down. Yes?
She gazed at him. Gosh, he was handsome. With lead actor good looks. OMG. It took her a moment to reply. I... I only wanted to ask if you re okay.
I m fine. Thanks for stopping to ask. Kurt Achike unglued his shaky hands from the steering wheel of his car and stared up into her round face and warm, caramel-colored eyes. Nice of her, whoever she was, to come over. Good too that she hadn t been able to hear the curse words that had been spewing from his lips just moments before.
He gulped air into his lungs, willing his heart to stop banging like a drum. God help that stupid maniac, the trailer driver. That man deserved a broken jaw and a night in jail. Scratch that. Many, many nights in jail. Maniac.
I was behind you... Farida mumbled. Now you can see he s fine, go back to your car , her mind advised. But his hazel eyes, a mix of light brown and dark green, kept her there.
I m good. Kurt said, dropping his hands to his lap. Surprising that she didn t seem to know who he was. Which was great. He was tired of being recognized everywhere he went.
She tossed a glance inside his car, at his ring-free hands on grey trousers, a grey jacket on the front passenger seat. Okay. Bye, then.
She moved toward her car. No wedding ring on his finger didn t mean he wasn t married. And even if he wasn t, a man like him tended to date only models and superstars. Anyway, the traffic was easing off. It was time to continue her journey.
Farida entered her car and started the engine. In front, the silver Range Rover slid back onto the road.
Chapter 2

T wo hours later, Farida stepped into the lobby of her office. The receptionist, Esther, behind the dark wood reception desk, sat up. On the lime-green wall at her back, the name One Plus One was emblazoned in white.
She grinned. Good morning, Farida.
Good morning, Esther. Farida glanced over at the young woman and caught the blue in her eyes. Esther loved wearing contact lenses, the more distinctive the better. The guy in the Range Rover had hazel eyes. Were they contacts? Probably not. His skin was fair, the color of toffee. He was, most probably, mixed-race.
You have two calls. The manager of Fever Pitch night club, Mr. Osita Osondu. He says he s been trying to reach you on your phone. He asks that you call him the minute you get in.
Farida blew air out of her mouth. She reached into her brown leather handbag and pulled out her phone. I ve been driving. I haven t had a chance to check my mobile. She glanced at the screen. Sure enough, there were missed calls. Okay. I ll call him back. Who else?
Your father. He also mentioned that he s been calling your phone.
She shook her head from side to side. Gosh, again? Everything was an emergency with him. And it almost always involved money. I ll call him later. Thanks, Esther.
Just doing my job.
Farida smiled at her. Still... thanks.
Don t mention it... boss... Esther grinned.
Farida laughed and walked into a corridor and through