Priscilla's POV
I sat in the departure lounge of the airport, flipping through fashion magazines with barely contained excitement. The CEO of the firm I worked at had just assigned me a three-day trip to America for business meetings, as their head financial analyst. It felt like a dream.
"Make these people answer person fast. Where the plane we suppose fly?" a middle-aged man grumbled.
A young woman nearby snorted. "Sir, we're about to leave Nigeria. Please speak proper English and not that rubbish. Don't be daft. And by the way, it's not we flying the plane."
I looked up, startled. For a moment I thought the sharp perfume scent drifting around must have been an advertisement, but I soon realized it came from her. She stood two seats away, chewing gum noisily. Everything about her was simply too much.
"You could correct him respectfully, you know," I said. Several people around us nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with disdain for her attitude.
The woman rolled her eyes. "Anything that makes you all sleep"
"Young lady," another woman chided, "we are about to leave Nigeria. Behave yourself and do not bring us shame."
She hissed and walked away.
I whistled softly at her retreating back. "Good riddance to bad rubbish."
The man she had insulted smiled gratefully and gave me a thumb-up. I returned his smile.
"That was brave," a voice said beside me.
I turned to see a man with a brilliant, cheeky smile.
Shrugging, I lowered my gaze back to the magazine. "I just dislike disrespectful attitudes."
"Admirable," he said. Then, leaning closer, he whispered, "I'm attracted to women who fight injustice. Are you interested in a quickie with me?"
I froze, staring at him. He was still grinning; lips curled upward in shameless amusement. I managed a calm smile. "I don't do quickies."
He chuckled. "Maybe you just haven't met the right man to convince you. Trust me, you'd like it."
I shook my head. "I don't need convincing. I'm a child of God, and my God doesn't approve of quickies."
"Well," he said, still smirking, "mine doesn't mind."
I nearly laughed out loud at his ridiculousness. "I don't think I've met your God."
"I could introduce you," he teased. "But first, let me convince you why a quickie is worth it."
"My mind is made up. Nice attempt." Laughing, I stood and headed toward the restroom.
Honestly, the things one encounters these days. Strange people everywhere!
After washing my hands, I pushed open the restroom door, only for it to swing back against me. I stumbled but quickly regained my balance. Embarrassing myself here was not an option.
I looked up, furious, and there he was: the same fine man from earlier who wanted a quickie.
"Really!" I snapped.
He frowned. "Excuse me?"
I blinked in disbelief. Just minutes ago, he had been propositioning me, and now he was acting offended? What arrogance.
"I should excuse you? That's rich, playboy," I shot back.
"Playboy?" His frown deepened. "What are you talking about?"
I laughed bitterly. "So, you're not only a womanizer but also a liar."
"Hold on…" he began but stopped as another man identical to him walked out of the male restroom and joined him.
"Thanks for waiting up, bro," the newcomer said casually.
My jaw dropped.
"Oh my God… there are two of you!" I gasped.
"Hey, pretty," the newcomer winked, flashing the same cheeky grin.
DANIEL'S POV – At the Washroom
I sighed as I caught David winking at the young woman across the lounge. She was staring at us with wide, startled eyes, and before I could stop myself, I smacked the back of his head hard enough to make him flinch.
"What was that for?" he shouted, spinning toward me with a confused glare.
"Did you hit on her?" I asked, my voice sharp.
He only shrugged, a careless grin tugging at his lips. "She's pretty. A man had to take his chance."
I groaned inwardly. My twin could be such a pain.
"You don't hit on every woman you see, David," I chided, lowering my voice.
The lady blinked, still looking a little lost. "Wait… he's David? The one who hit on me is David?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry about that," I said quickly, forcing an apologetic smile in her direction.
David, of course, wasn't done. "Daniel, I'm not sorry for noticing a beautiful woman," he retorted boldly.
I rolled my eyes, gripping his shoulder firmly and turning him back to face forward before he could make things worse.
"I apologize again, miss," I told the woman. Then, leaning close to my brother, I muttered, "And as for you, David, I'll save you again." With a shove, I steered him toward the airport gates before he could cause any more trouble.