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My Muse 29


*My Muse*♥️☺


*_Chapter 29_*


*_Natasha's POV_*


"A surprise?" I asked and he nodded.

"Oscar, are you even real? Sometimes I feel like God just sent an Angel to comfort my previous broken heart. If you're an Angel, please reveal yourself and stop this joke", I said, folding my arms and he laughed.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment☺☺. You've not yet seen the surprise and I'm already an Angel. Wait till you see it and you'll call me the Messiah😌😌"

"Oscar, please tell me what it is. Don't do something that will blow my mind. I can't handle it😩. Being with you is already more than a dream and then there's something else? Oscar "😩😩

"Now you're really making my head grow big. Relax it's not something that will blow your mind completely. It will blow a bit"πŸ€ͺ

"Mmm, I'll wait then".

He drove for a long while and pulled over in front of a big house.

I was surprised and wondered what we were doing here.

"Uhmm, Oscar, where are we?"

"Wait and see", he said, winking and we got out of the car.

This house was really big. I would have guessed that it was a hotel or resort if it didn't look homely.

We walked to the door and he pressed the doorbell.

After a short while, someone opened the door.

"Lionel Roman!!!!!" I yelled.

"Is this real?!" I exclaimed and the old man smiled at me.

"You are Natasha right?" He asked I nodded in excitement.

He knows my name. Oh my God. Lionel Roman is one of the best know psychologist in the country and he's written a lot of books too. He's my role model. I've always fantasized on meeting him and here he is in front of me.

How did Oscar do this? He's hidden his location. People don't really know where he lives. I honestly don't know how he did this and I also don't know how he knew that I loved Lionel Roman. Oscar is indeed an Angel.

I turned to face him and he was grinning really hard.

"Come in?" Lionel said and we walked in.

"Woah", I said when I walked in.

Inside his house looked like a museum,  art gallery and Library combined. And the furniture and everything in it, looked antic.

We went to the living room and took our seats.

His home was really lovely. I wished I could stay here forever.

"So Natasha, Oscar has told me a lot about you and I'm really pleased to meet you", he said, smiling and I grinned like an idiot🀣🀣.

"Thank you sir. I'm also pleased to meet you. I've always wanted to meet you but I never got the opportunity. You're so amazing. Your books really I inspire me", I said.

"Thank you😊. I heard you're a writer too. Oscar gave me one of your books to read. The one you wrote with your dad. It's great and really inspiring too", he said and I smiled so widely.

"Thank you so much sir".

"He also told me that you've stopped writing".

"Yes sir. Not had the motivation and time to write one".

"He said that too".

Now I was really confused. How did Oscar know this man and how come he had the time to listen to Oscar too especially when he spoke about me.

"Well, I've got great news for you", he said and I sat up.

"I'm going to write your next book with you", he said and I jumped up on excitement.

I know it's unlike me, but this news wasn't something that I had to sit down for.

"Oh my God. Are you serious?" I exclaimed and he nodded.

"You know when your grandson asks for a favour, you can't turn it down and you've got the talent too, so I'm not losing anything", he said smiling.

"Grandson?" I asked, surprised and Oscar nodded.

Okay, it's not a joke anymore. Can someone please wake me up from sleep?

"Natasha, meet my mum's dad Lionel Roman", he said, grinning and I was lost of words.

😧😧😧😧😧😧

"Close your mouth, Nat.  Flies are going to get in", he said but I was still like that. This news was really shocking, I needed time to process it.

"I can't believe this", I said and they both laughed.

Lionel and I spoke more on the book that we were going to write together.

He offered us drinks and cookies.

I was really full, so I ate just a little and Oscar consumes everything.

That boy has got four stomachs.🀦🏽‍♀

It was really getting late, so we took our leave.

When we got into the car, I started bombarding Oscar with questions.

"Oscar I can't believe what happened. How did you know that I liked him and how come you never mentioned that he was your grand father?"

"Easy easy. I saw his pictures in your instsgram page and then I spoke to him about you. I never said anything about him being my grandad because I was planning this", he said, winking at me.

"Oscar, I don't know what to say to you. I can't find the words to use to thank you".

"Just a thank you is fine"😌.

"Thank you Oscar. I love you so much", I said, pecking him on the cheek.

"You're welcome, princess"πŸ˜‰πŸ˜Œ

The drive back home was a quite a distance. When we finally arrived. I hugged him, thanked him again and said we said our goodbyes.

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Oscar has really been surprising me ever since we got close. I felt like I had to do same.

So, I closed from work really early. I went home and prepared his favourite food.

It was really a struggle getting the right recipe.  My mum wanred to help but I didn't allow her to. She's the reason why I can't cook properly.

When I was done cooking, I packaged it nicely and called April to drop me off at his house.

I was so excited when I got to his house. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out that I cooked his favourite food.

I pressed the doorbell and waited a while.

My excitement dropped when the door was opened and it wasn't Oscar who opened it.

"Mabel?" 😳😳😳😳😳

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