“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 also did it. And I don’t even like dogs. But I tell myself ‘what harm could it be?’ So I simply point to the seat right at our front, and say, “Here’s my seat, Mr I was about to take my seat before you shoved me. But it’s alright, you’ve apologized. Everybody is okay; after one drink though, you can take your seat back.”
That was all I said, just one drink. But my God, interesting and beautiful conversations are the best, right? Even when Jose was coming back and she met my eyes, she gave me a wise grin, mouthed something like I must shag this one or something, and ran off to dance, leaving me with the mighty-fine-looking stranger.
As much as I love Jose, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. So many men, or so many people never even have the time for honest conversations. And, surprisingly, I met someone who has more than that at a bar. We seamlessly switch from topic to topic all night, and I swear I laugh more than I have in a very long time. Probably forever.
There’s one thing though, I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know mine. For a reason, that’s funny. Because we’ve talked about everything or almost everything. I know that he has two sisters and just his mother and that he loves them wholeheartedly, no matter how much they frustrate him. I know about Lucas, his best friend, who mistakenly ate dog shit one night when they were drunk. I know that he’s terrified of cats and has a big dog named Luke. I told him so many random things about myself as well. But neither of us has asked for our names, where we live, or our numbers.
All at once, we both stop laughing at one silly thing he said, and simultaneously, we stare at each other, as though it’s the first time we’ve seen all night. I completely lost sight of Jose, though she did text me to meet me later, and that I should have the fun of my life with “Mr Hunk”. Only God knows where she got that.
When I finally find my voice again, I say exactly what is on my mind. Life’s too short to pretend otherwise. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“If what you’re thinking is that we go upstairs, or somewhere better and fuck both our brains out, then I’d very much like that. But if not, we could skip that and continue this great conversation we’ve been having.” I smile as I stand and take his hand, conveying my answer to him without words. I sure didn’t expect him to use such crude language but I love it, I wouldn’t even lie to myself.
On the way up, I try to put on my big girl pants and not run away, because I havee never done this before. Sure, I lived with girls in school and most times they'd come back home in the morning waking the "walk of shame," yet, I'd never done it. Never considered it in fact. It was just a scary prospect all together.
All my life, and I don't think because of what happened to me, I've always considered sex a sacred thing. Mind you, I'm not so holy. But the mere idea of being with someone that intimately, it scares me.
Mixing body fluids and what not, baring our hearts to each other, the whole prospect just scares me. And I am about to do it with someone. Thing is, I am not been about to back out. Life is too short not to do things you never thought you'd do. So I indeed put on my big girl pants and get ready for the next stage.
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
So we take the rest of the day to get cosy and discuss business plans. Not only is she a pastry chef, but she also cooks intercontinental dishes, so we agree that starting all might be too much and stressful to handle, and after much deliberation, she decides to start with pastries and desserts first. We draw up a business plan, create our buyer persona, and note that her target audience is brides-to-be or events and we decide to get in touch with an events planner to make everything better. Then she remembers that Tolani has a friend who does event planning, so we make a note to tell her after we break it to the girls. "And by the way, babe, they'll be so pissed at you for taking the fun away from them," I laugh because that's so apt, "Don't worry, I have the girls in my palm. I'll handle it, and there's still a lot more to discuss, and a lot more to do, but I think we've done so well for one night. Don't you think?" And then she looks teary again so I quickly bark at her to not get