Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge
Chapter 60: Ready to Leave.

Chapter 60: Ready to Leave.

Faith’s eyes landed on the coffee cup sitting on the table again.

"Is that Ladi’s?" she asked, looking up at Eric.

Eric barely hesitated. "Nah, that’s mine. Why?"

Abby and Faith exchanged a glance.

"Right... You just decided not to finish your coffee from yesterday and today, and they seem to be in the same level" Faith said slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Eric shrugged. "And? Maybe I felt like drinking it that way today."

Abby sighed. "Eric, please. If you know something, just tell us. We’re not here to fight, we just want to know if he’s okay."

Faith nodded. "We don’t need details. We just need to hear that he’s safe."

Eric rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to think. "Look, I haven’t seen him since Tuesday. But Ladi’s a grown man. You know how he is—he probably just needed some time to clear his head."

Abby didn’t look convinced. "If you do see him... or if he reaches out to you, tell him to call us. Please."

Eric nodded. "Yeah sure. I got you... I’ll call you guys and let you know."

"And you’re sure nothing happened at home? He just took his leave without saying anything to anyone?" Eric said.

Faith hesitated for a second longer, then sighed. "Uh, yeah... That’s what happened."

Wow, she just straight up lied. How nice is that?

"I see, anyway... I’m sure he’ll come home whenever he’s ready to, hopefully hesysafe wherevyhe is. I’ll try to reach him if I can." Eric said.

"Thank you so much," Abby said.

I listened as the door opened and shut, waiting for a few more seconds before stepping out of the cramped storage room. Eric was still standing there, arms crossed, staring at the door.

I let out a slow breath. "That was too close."

Eric turned to me, shaking his head. "Man, you owe me for that one."

He leaned back, rubbing his chin. "They looked seriously worried about you. Be honest—did you slip them a love potion or something?"

I let out a short laugh. "Bro, come on. Don’t start."

Eric smirked. "I’m just saying. And damn, man, those girls are fine as hell. Thick in all the right places too." He snapped his fingers like he just burned himself.

I shook my head with a grin. "Those poor girls were in here looking for me and you were busy checking them out, pervert. Can you be serious for once?"

Eric chuckled, throwing his hands up. "Hey! I’m just saying, man. You sure you wanna leave all that behind?"

I sighed, running a hand over my face. "It’s not like that. Faith and Abby... they’re good people. In their own way at least And yeah, I know they’re worried. But there isn’t anything I can do at this point."

Eric studied me for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I get it. Just don’t forget—whatever you’re running from, it’s gonna catch up sooner or later."

I exhaled sharply. "I know."

He clapped me on the back. "Well, at least let me enjoy the fact that you got two beautiful women out here looking for you like some lost prince."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "What the fuck are you saying?."

Eric walked past me and stretched. "Alright, enough hiding and sneaking around. Get your ass ready—we need to go shopping."

I frowned. "Shopping? Shopping for what?"

"Yeah, genius. You’re moving to Vancouver, remember? The weather there isn’t exactly like home. You’re gonna need clothes that won’t have you freezing your ass off the moment you step off the plane"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Right... right , that’s a good point."

"Of course it’s a good point," Eric said, already heading toward his room. "Now hurry up and get ready. We’ve got a lot to do."

We drove to a mall on the mainland, one of those places where you could find just about anything if you knew where to look. The plan was simple—get me clothes that would keep me from freezing to death in Vancouver. But with Eric involved, I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that straightforward.

The moment we stepped inside, he took charge like some kind of personal stylist.

"Alright," he clapped his hands together, scanning the stores. "First things first—coats, sweaters, boots. You’re gonna need layers, bro. This isn’t harmattan; it’s actual cold."

I nodded, letting him drag me from store to store. We picked out a few thick jackets, thermal shirts, hoodies, and jeans. I wasn’t too picky, but Eric insisted on making sure I at least looked good.

"Listen," he said, holding up a navy blue wool coat. "You can’t be walking around like some lost Nigerian boy in Canada. You need to look like you belong."

I rolled my eyes but took the coat anyway. It was nice, I had to admit.

After an hour of hopping between stores, I had a solid wardrobe ready for the move. A couple of sweaters, a proper winter coat, gloves, and boots that Eric swore would keep my feet warm even in a snowstorm.

"Alright, I think we’re good," I said, glancing at the bags in my hands.

Eric smirked. "Good? Nah, we’re just getting started. You need accessories. Hats, scarves, maybe even a new cologne. You gotta smell like success, my guy."

I groaned, but at this point, I knew resistance was useless. "Fine. Just don’t make me try on a hundred different hats."

Eric grinned. "Uhh... yeah sure but no promises."

And just like that, we kept going—store after store. At first, I was a bit reluctant, just letting Eric take the lead, but as the day went on, I started enjoying it. I’d never really gone shopping like this before, at least not on this scale. For once, I actually felt like the billionaire I was, and I had to admit—I liked the way I felt in that moment. Like I had just found out I had free will and I was going to do whatever I wanted.