Desperate love

Clara's pov My name is Clara peter, the first child of Mr John peter and Sarah peter. I was currently 28 years old and I had a younger sister who was currently 25 and was in her final year in the university. I woke up very early in the morning feeling sad like always to prepare for work. My life was very boring and lonely as I stayed in a three bedroom apartment alone. I wouldn't say I was rich, but I was doing well for myself. I was born into a Christian home, but I wasn't serious with all those churchy things. Even though I went to church from time to time to get prayers for my relationship life. I worked in a famous fashion designing company that paid their workers well, and I was the directing head of the designing team which meant higher pay. I lived a low-key lifestyle and had only two friends,Marie and Racheal. Racheal was an artist who was always in and out of the country to deliver her paintings, she also had a fiance who whenever she wasn't out of the country was with him.so she wasn't always around. So most times we just facetime each other. While Marie was a detective who was married with kids and rarely had free time due to the nature of her work. I didn't have a man in my life due to many failed relationships over the last two years. I was desperate to meet someone who will love me and get married to me before I turn thirty. I felt pressured by people around me, especially my friend who were the same age group as me and were either in a serious relationship or married. I got up after spacing out for a while, and saw I was almost late for work. I rushed into the bathroom took my bath and quickly prepared for work. I got into my car and headed for work. On arriving the office I saw a cup of coffee placed on my table and i figured it was my secretary Rose. Rose was a beautiful young dedicated lady who was in her mid twenties. She was loyal, punctual and always knew what to do at the right time.That was part of the reasons I loved her. I drank my coffee and started my work. Few minutes later I heard a knock on the door and Rose came in. "Ma, the manager wants to see you in his office". I was surprised, because Mr evans was someone who if summoned by him, meant trouble. "Okay Rose thank u". I dropped what I was doing and headed to his office. "Clara i don't like the designs for this year's fashion show, I want something simple yet elegant. I want something that will blow the minds of people". "This once I see, are just not it". "Sir but my team and i put so much effort into this sir,and it's already close to the end of the year. I didn't want to have to re_do those designs again. "Sir the designs are not that bad, but if u want something different, we can touch up a few things". I tried to convince Mr Evans, but he wasn't just having it."Miss Clara that's the difference between me and u. I am the boss, you are under me and u will do what I ask u to do now. "Okay sir". I left his office and ordered a meeting with my team. I really didn't want to stress them all over again, but what could I do?. The meeting was brief and we decided on the type of styles to redesign. We got to work immediately having in mind that Mr Evans wanted something simple yet elegant. I finished all I had to do for the day and checked the time,it was already past six. I didn't even notice how late it was, as I had missed lunch due to pile of work on my table. I arranged my table and headed home. On my way home, I decided to stop by a nearby pizza hut to get some, instead of going home to order. After placing my other they packaged it and I was about to remove my bank card to pay when I heard someone say "let me pay". I turned to see who was talking and I was blown away by his handsomeness but also surprised because I didn't know him from any where, and I wasn't the type to forget things so easily. "Please let me pay" he said again. "No it's okay, those are my things so I should be the one to pay for it". It's fine, just consider this as my "I will want to know you more gift". I looked at him from head to toe. He was my kind of guy, tall, dark, handsome, and had a nice physical appearance. "I bet he works out" I thought to my self. I also wanted a God fearing man, but ehhn that could be known as time goes on. I allowed him pay for my pizza. "I'm David dipo by the way, Dave for short and you are?" "I'm Clara peter". "Nice to meet you Clara". "Same here David". I invited him to my house. We ate the pizza together with some drinks and we got talking. I got to know that he is Yoruba by tribe from Lagos state. A state in the western part of Nigeria. I always wanted to marry a Yoruba man since I was Igbo, he loves to play basketball and gyms from time to time. He works in an oil company and is thirty years old. Since my parents always told me to marry a God fearing man I asked him if he was a Christian. "Yes I am" he answered. I didn't even bother to ask what church since he looked to responsible to lie. I told him about myself and we chatted about random things. Around nine o'clock he left and I retired to bed with him on my mind. So far I hope y'all like hw it's going?. Please don't forget to vote, like and comment. Thank u.