Chapter 91

***Levi.***

***Monday, Four days later***

I finished with the assessment of the construction site. Giving the leader of the team my preferences for the project. It was a large scale project. We demolished an old, obsolete building a few months ago and now we were converting it into a parking lot.

My phone rang in my pocket, a call from the mayor. When I answered it, he thanked me for the works I was doing for the homeless folks. Building houses for them at no charges, ensuring they had meals sent to them every day.

"It's not an issue, Philip. I am happy to help. It's our duty as humans." I reminded myself more than him.

He acknowledged my words and even promised to attend Kenya's dance school reopening.

When I finished the call, the air suddenly felt stifling. Memories of how helpless mum and I had been in those days, suddenly stirred within me. I loosened my tie and just went to sit on a bench, watching the city.

Every person had a chance to contribute positively to the world. A collection of acts of kindness here and there, could help erase the brokenness that existed in the lives of every one out of ten people in the world today.

It took me Kenya to return back the feelings of joy and ecstasy that used to be my identity. A me that was lost when dad destroyed us. And an act of passion from a woman, who I had hurt, comforted me.

In the same way, these homeless people weren't asking for love. They wished for a chance to heal, to find comfort in living again, just like I did. A chance to see the rainbows and colors in the world.

Picking up my phone, I texted Kenya.

***Me: Hi Baby. At work thinking of you. Let's have lunch 🍔. Pick you up in a few.***

I slipped the phone in my pocket, the air already feeling better knowing that I'd be seeing her soon.

My phone buzzed.

***Kenya: Okay, will be waiting. Just finished setting up all the offices. They look great, I think😥.***

Smiling at her humor, I inhaled a shaky breath. My insides calming.

She was my oasis in the middle of the Sahara.

A few minutes past noon, and my car parked in front of J'aime. I was already down to my white shirt, navy blue slacks. My jacket and tie, gone earlier.

I walked in through the doors of the school, halting. A complete transformation. Looking like it was out of a home décor magazine. I took the moment to admire the beauty of the place and I had to confess Kenya got style.

Walking in, I heard her voice in one of the halls, slowing to admire her. Beautiful, intelligent. She was everything I ever wanted. In denim shirt and slacks. Her black sneakers clicking on the shining floor, as she moved around with a painter.

"Hi Mr Ruthford." I heard behind me. Turning to see Andrea, holding a pink tablet, smiling tentatively.

"Hi Andrea." I smiled. "And please call me Levi." I urged, seeing the unease in her expression as she watched me.

She hesitated a little. Since that day we encountered each other at the hospital, we hadn't had a chance to be alone. And since I'd be seeing more of her now in Kenya's life, I might as well become better acquainted.

I saw her nod and I guess a silent understanding passed between us.

"How do you like the decor?" She asked, smiling. I looked around, appreciatively.

"It's magnificent. I have people already asking me more about intakes." I smiled, watching her blush.

"You should smile more. It suits you." She complimented, shyly; walking away. I chuckled at her remark, knowing that I had one woman to thank for restoring my lost smile.

"Hey you." I heard Kenya say, as she finally saw me. She approached, a wide smile gracing her beautiful face. I let my eyes fall on her wide hips as they swayed. My heart jumped. Kenya was my joy.

We kissed when she reached me and she stayed in my arms longer, seeking my warmth.

"Hungry?" I asked as I kissed the top of her head. She nodded, tilting her head backward to look at me*.*

*I could stay in this position forever, just having her adoring eyes on me.*

She grabbed her purse and we set off.

While I drove, I took her hand nearest to me in my free hand. Kissing inside her palm, she giggled. I liked the sound. *Did I say that before?*

As we drove past, my eyes caught sight of a sleek white coupe SUV on display at a car dealership. I slowed down, making a turn. Parking in front of the dealership.

"What are we doing here?" Kenya asked me, her brows raised.

"Come with me, let's go shopping Baby," I said playfully.

"Shopping?" She asked, bewildered*. "For cars*?"

"Mmmhm." I nodded. I climbed down the car, coming to pull her out.

"But we're already in a car?" She continued, eyeing the place. I ignored her, tugging her along. We entered the place and were greeted by enthusiastic salesmen.

I ignored them, heading straight for the white coupe SUV. It was marvelous. The sleek, sloping roof. The smoothness. It reminded me of my Porsche as an adolescent.

"Your birthday is February the 8th right?" I asked, eyeing the car.

She answered, her eyes equally glued to the car. I could already see her fascination and I imagined her in it. Driving our cute baby inside. Something painful tugged in my chest. Pure anticipation.

"Happy belated birthday." I turned to her, a smile tugging my lips. She looked at me, like I had grown hundred heads. Perhaps I had, for her.

"My birthday was months ago." She muttered. I closed the space between us, tilting her head back. Staring into her eyes.

"I wasn't your husband then."

*Kiss*