I then met the guy again.

“Lady!” he said

“You again, what do you want?” I asked.

“I want you!” he said

”Me?, Do I owe you something?”

“Do you mind if I give you a lift?

“Yes, I mind, I don’t know you.”

“Don’t do that to yourself, hop in!”

I did and I asked him, “What do you really want from me?”

“May you please be my girlfriend?” he asked

“Ok, but only if you’ll stop following me,” I said.

“Okay I’ll drop you home…” he said

He drove me home and asked for my numbers. The guy was handsome but he looked like he’s older than me.

The following day he fetched me from school, while I was in his car he asked me a question: “How would you feel if I go with you to my house and show you something?”

I agreed. His house was so big and he also had three more cars in the garage.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he said.

My heart was pumping hard as I was busy looking up at the ceiling that was decorated.

I dated the guy for five years without telling Mom.

Until the day the guy got arrested for selling drugs.

I then realized what made the guy rich. Because he liked to me, he had said he was a builder and his father left some money for him.