Boyfriend For Hire: Chapter Thirteen

“So, are you an Oxford graduate?”

“Princeton actually. First and second degree in Business management. It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my parents wanted the best for me, so I didn’t complain.”

I gawked like a fish, opening my mouth and closing it. “You’re an Ivy League graduate? Holy Shit.”

“Aunty Deola please don’t swear. And since when did shit become holy?” Dotun piped from the backseat.

Boyfriend For Hire : Chapter Twelve

He sighed loudly before dignifying my curiosity with a response. “It’s Ebhojie.”

“And what’s so difficult about that, I mean, it’s not like….” I suddenly caught sight of the signed form on the open file beside me on the bed. “Wait a minute, you are related to the owners of the African Oasis?”

“Yes” His voice was almost a whisper, but I could hear him clearly.

A lot of things suddenly made sense