“Hello, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was there. Are you okay?” He says, trying to check me gently all over for injuries or anything. And even in the dim lighting, I can see his soft smile.He’s probably laughing at the stupid girl who’s been looking at him as if she could swallow him all in one piece. All of a sudden, my bitchiness reappears. I’m angry because of everything and nothing at the same time. “I am okay. Thank you,” I say as I snatch my arms from his hand angrily.“Maybe next time, you should watch where you’re going very carefully though.” I turn to leave, happy that I was able to find my stupid voice to at least has said something.“Alright. I’m sorry again. I was so distracted. Please, let me buy you a drink,” I try to look at him more carefully but he only smiles more and says, “Please? Just take me to your table. I’d buy just one drink. I feel really bad, please?”And I could say that’s what did it. Well, not just the gesture but the stupid dog grin al
When we step into the room, it’s as if a sudden spirit comes over me suddenly, and it takes my whole confidence away. I don’t understand it, I swear. All night, I’ve been so confident in myself. And even when I knew we might end up here, I never thought twice.But that first step I make into the wide room makes me shiver. I honestly don’t know why. I think it’s because we talked for hours and I didn’t get his name, or where he works, or anything else that can make me know him after today.This room is simply not a room–it’s too big to be called one. If he wasn’t stinking rich, I don’t know how he’d afford this. And of course, I don’t even know if he’s a serial killer or something. And even though my mind says otherwise, what if he lied to me about himself? I don’t have any more time for what-ifs. Because he moves over to me with apprehension on his face.“Hey, everything is okay, right? If you’ve changed your mind about this, there’s no problem. We could go back downstairs and continu
"Tess, are you okay?" it's my best friend. Since we got home after that night, she's been unusually weird and she said it's me that's being weird. How?Well, maybe because we usually talk about everything yet I haven't said a word about what happened the other day and she hasn't asked. It's just crazy but everything will be fine. I just don't want her to fret that I had the best sex and time of my life with a handsome nameless stranger. And trust Josephine to be really scared at that. She knows that no matter how bad bitch I am, I'm still a softie and a traditional lover girl at heart. However, I have to make sure she doesn't worry. Not that I won't tell her, but not yet. I honestly don't know what I'm waiting for, maybe to be sure it's not a dream since but I guess it's not cos dreams have never been so happy for me. And that was way too vivid to be a dream. But then, I also think that if it were a dream, I wouldn't have wanted to wake up so soon because why would life be that perfec
"Content Writer" for X'Development, a marketing agency. That was what the application form stated when I applied. I didn't even tell Jose when I applied because she'd warned me that in the bid not to be desperate, I shouldn't apply for every single job I see. And honestly, I understand that.When I think of it, it's funny how I studied Accounting yet my source of income is from Writing, a talent and a skill I honed. Getting out of the university and seeing that there was no job anywhere was tough. I applied to places that my CV resonated with, yet I wasn't able to get a decent job with decent pay. Everyone everywhere else said it was better to get a skill and I almost laughed at that, at first. You mean I spent four years and then some in a university only to come out and not see a job and then get a skill to get one? Why then did I disturb myself with the university process when I could have easily sat at home to learn a skill after secondary school? I asked myself that question a mi
"Girl, you're definitely kidding!" Vera laughs hysterically, making Jose join her."No, wait. Common! The man hit on you? Like continually? Guys, don't laugh. Stop now, don't laugh," but Tolani keeps on laughing as she's talking. And since I dropped the bomb, Kaisha hasn't been able to say a thing, she's been too busy laughing. She only asked if he was indeed bald and then fired up her laughter. I do blame myself for springing it up on them. I was just going to mention it like a passing thought since what I actually wanted to tell them was Jose still working at the school. And now, in our once-weekly or whenever-we-can virtual meeting, they're all laughing."Guys, stop. I trust Tess to hold her own against any bald lover-man, or boss," Jose chokes out and they all go another round laughing. But she continues, "Y'all, I wanted to tell you something else. Something sweet. You see, our girl here has a loverrrrr boy." She drags out and I groan and start walking to the room but Jose pulls
I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering why the hell life is so twisted. On the outside, I have the perfect life. Multi-billionaire before 30. Engaged to the perfect woman (perfect woman my ass. If I had the chance, I'd run so far away from Clare). Son of a dragoness, as the press call her, but it's not really like that. It has never been and never will be.I just need some peace, is that too much to ask for? I slide my eyes to the wall clock next to my bed frame and my thought wanders to her. Tessa. The woman who has not been able to leave my mind ever since that night. Damn best night of my life. I'd forever be grateful to Lucas for making me go to that place. He doesn't know I've gone back there. In hopes that I'll see her. All fire and ice. Hot and beautiful, supple and sweet. Tessa. I can still remember what it felt like to have her under me. The arch of her back, the numerous sweet little moles she has on her body and how I'd take my sweet time to kiss them all
Rnnnng rnnng… rrmnnnggggOh, fuck! I hate alarms. And why do I even have an alarm on?? Last I checked, I was jobless. Oh my God! Oh my freaking!!! I jump out of bed and grab my phone to check the time. Oh my God! 8:00 am! Damn! Why the fuck did Jose not wake me?I see my answer as I slide my eyes over to the next room where I see Josephine snoring her ass off. Her boss will kill her, I think, as I almost laugh but I run over and smack her instead. It's crazy because even on weekends, this has never happened. So why does it have to happen on a Monday? My first day of work for fuck's sake?Jose rushes up and runs to the bathroom. I join her immediately and in five minutes, we are both out, still not saying a thing because we don't have the time for words. Before 8:30, we are both out of the house.Yes, it's my first day and work resumes by 9:00 am, but the steely-eyed Rachel –the receptionist–had told me to come early so she could show me around. And she didn't seem like she liked me, n
When I get into the house with a last glance at the back to be sure he didn't actually follow me, I see Jose sitting and looking weary, but I'm too immersed in my own problems to note that something is actually wrong. So I plop down on our three-sitter couch and start explaining my day, but I stop halfway when I notice that she's not really responsive."Babes, is everything okay? Or wait, your boss gave you hell for coming late, right? Nothing serious nau, cheer up abeg, let's get pepper soup, I'm stressed," I say, hoping to make her feel better, because pepper soup always does that to her, and for me, it's ice cream, but that's hardly the point, so I scoot closer to her and see the tear streaks which makes me freak out massively. Josephine is anything but a crybaby. In fact, since we've been best friends, I can count how many times I've seen her cry. "Baby? Josephine, what happened, please? Is it from home? Did you kill anybody? Where's the body so we can bury it, you'll hold the to