Monae's POV

"Oh gosh!" I cried out in pain as I gripped my head. I have been having this throbbing sensation at the left side of my head since I woke up minutes ago. It's hurting so bad I wouldn't be able to attend classes today.

I'll send a message to Mrs Farah Bin Mohammed, explaining my condition to her. I'm sure she will understand and permit me write the test we're having today.

Reaching for my phone from the night stand was a problem, I gave up and fell back on the bed cautiously. I rested my head on the pillow as I pulled the covers over my body and even my head and shut my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Maybe after sleeping, the pain will subside or vanish totally cause my head is throbbing like a bitch.

Though the pain was unbearable, I managed to allow sleep take over my body.

I woke up when I heard and felt someone tap me repeatedly. I groaned in annoyance, whoever it was has done me a great wrong, the pains shot back with full force as I opened my eyes and pulled the cover off my head to look at the person.

All my annoyance vanished when I saw who it was, it was the man who for some unknown reason has recently been disturbing my sleep all because he told me he cares about me so much. I've been giving so much thoughts to what he said on most nights that I lost sleep, I wouldn't be surprised that was the reason for the headache.

Michy crouched beside the bed and when he saw me, concern immediately rushed to his face. "Nae are you okay?"

Okay so we've started with the nickname thing, well he did after his outburst in his car weeks ago. He began addressing me as Nae and never Monae. I love it how it sounds when he says it and with the smiles and charming aura he adds to it. He never cease to impress me with anything he does and I'm beginning to think there's a reason behind him doing all that.

"No I'm not." I muttered, clutching my head as I tried to sit up in bed, the pains were getting too much. "I'm having this bitch of a headache right now."

He lifted his weight from the floor and sat beside me. Michy brought his hand to my head as he felt my temperature. "And you didn't find it necessary to tell me about it?" I could tell he was a little mad at me for that.

So I gave him puppy eyes, to calm him down and not get him upset the more. "It isn't that..I wasn't able to do anything so I decided to get some sleep hoping the headache will get better."

"And is it better?"

"It's still the same.. I don't know what is happening to me, I feel like this side of my head wants to explode." I told him, tapping on the left side of my head.

"Do you have a history of migraine?"

"Migraine?" I furrowed my brows, that wasn't a foreign word. I remember while back in Ghana I had this headache like this and the doctor we went to telling me it was migraine. It didn't happen again so I thought it was gone forever and that I wasn't going to experiencing it again. "Yeah I do, I had it only once."

He got up from the bed, making me look at him sharply though my head was still aching. "I'm coming, I'll be back." Was all he said before he left.I fell back into bed to wait for him.

Minutes has passed and he still wasn't back, the throbbing hadn't subsided either so I closed my eyes, falling asleep again.

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Slowly, my eyes flickered open, coming into contact with the light from the bed side lamp. It was intense than usual, I shielded my eyes with the back of my hand and turned to face the other side.

"How's your head?" Michy asked from where e was sitting at the foot of my bed. He closed the book he must have been reading from as he turned his attention to me.

How long has he been sitting here?

"Better than before." I answered him getting up from bed and sitting up with my knees touching, I rested my clasped hands on them. "For how long have I been asleep?"

"Probably six hours, I lost count of it when I got engrossed in this magazine."

So he's been sitting here for six good hours, it could be more since he said he lost count. Why would he be at home all day when it's a weekday,Wednesday, he has work and he told me he would go right after he feeds me and gives me the medicine his personal doctor prescribed for me. I fell asleep afterwards, the drug induced me to sleep so I didn't realize he didn't go.

Why did he even after his employees kept calling him when he was feeding me?

He cares so much about you more than you know. My subconscious answered me, oh yeah he does but it is too much. There's a limit to caring so much about someone who is just your friend if I'm not wrong, that was how he introduced me to that lady at the designer store and to Asabrewaa.

"Are you hungry? We could go have dinner right now if you are." He checked the time on his wristwatch.

Not a bit. "Nah not really, you can go ahead if you are."

He shook his head at me like I was a little girl as he got up and walked to me. He still looked at me in concern like he was on the morning when he came here. "Actually I am and I'm taking you along, you need to eat and take the rest of the medicine."

"But I don't like medicine." I whined and crossed my hand stubbornly on my chest. "And I'm not hungry either."

"Well too bad for you princess, you're coming with you and that's it." Before I had a chance to protest, he pulled the sheets off me. Michy carried me off the bed in bridal style as he maintained eye contact with me all this while.

I started hitting his chest hard. "Put me down!" I yelled at him playfully.

He didn't budge and smirked. "Not a chance."

I continued hitting his hard chest this time a little harder. It's either this guy is made of steel or I'm not hitting him that hard, he wasn't fazed, he only grinned but not for long. I saw his eyes travel from my face to my chest, I look down and found out I was in cotton camisole that revealed a little bit of cleavage.

Pervert much, huh?

"I don't see irises there Michy." I said, rolling my eyes boredly.

He looked away as he blinked nervously. Something flashed in his eyes, something that I can attribute to lust?

"Sorry if I creeped you out." He muttered lowly after looking back at me again.

I didn't get the chance to reply, we arrived at the kitchen. I wanted to tell him it was no problem, it was normal for him to do that. It's boobs we're talking about people, men are naturally attracted to them. But that doesn't mean I was okay with it though.

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I absentmindedly cut a piece of the grilled fish we were eating for dinner and stuffed it into my mouth. The food is delicious, Asabrewaa sure knows how to cook, that's why I employed her but I wasn't having the appetite for it.

Not after what I did minutes ago. I unconsciously stared at Monae's boobs and was embarrassed after she caught me. She must be thinking I'm a perv by now.

I averted my eyes to her and found her talking to Asabrewaa as she put down her glass of water, throwing her head back in laughter at something the latter said. It's not surprising how these two get along, they're both Ghanaians and have a passion for cooking.

As if sensing my gaze on her, she glanced at me. She stopped chewing as we maintained eye contact, her cheeks heated up and I sent a small smile her way before looking at anything but her.

I still fell ashamed for what I did but I can't deny the fact that they were cute, just the way I liked them on a woman. I'm imagining how they'll feel like and taste like as I swirl my tongue around them, sucking on them.

I breathed out heavily, running my fingers through my hair as images of my thoughts floated through my mind. I think I need a cold shower, someone is excited already. Damn, I need to get laid.

I haven't done that in a long time, two years. I haven't had any promiscuous affair for two years after I realized sleeping around wasn't going to help me, it was rather draining me and business as well as my reputation out there.

And now with Monae around me in this house and with my undeniable attraction towards her, those feelings I've had bottled up were rushing back to me.

"Excuse me." I quickly said and got up from seat, walking away from the dinning room.

Right now I'm torn between getting a cold shower and going out to get laid. After careful deliberation, I chose the former. I'd rather get a cold shower than go out there and hook up with some random stripper or escort for the night when I have feelings for another woman who is so oblivious to it.

What do I do to get her to see it?

I thought genuinely caring for her was going to make her see it and reciprocate those feelings but I thought wrong. She hasn't behaved in a way that shows she's attracted to me.

Sighing, I walked into my room and slammed the door shut.

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I managed to come up with this since my mind was jammed up but I'll edit it later and add more stuffs to it.

What should Michele do to get Nae to fall for him?