I entered my room, all joyous. He was like a dream come true. I then sat and started imagining how our love life would be like, if he was going to be a kind boyfriend or a violent one, because my last relationship wasn’t a good story to talk about.
So later in the night, he called. I was so excited to receive his call. He was speaking so nice and romantic. He inquired how my night was going and what I ate that night. So I told him. We talked at great length like people who already known each other for a very long time.
We did not even run out of topic. We kept talking about so many things, including the country, the economy, politics and how Buhari’s government was affecting the youths. That the youths should rise and look for any means necessary to fend for themselves, that the government has failed and won’t be providing any job for them.
He enjoyed talking about politics, but I wasn’t so much interested, I only wanted him to continue talking in the romantic manner he was talking before he jumped into politics. When he noticed that, I wasn’t flowing, he then asked me to pardon him, that he forgot that I’m a woman and that women hardly get interested in political talks.
So, I told him that, it wasn’t true, that I like discussing about politics. And he said ok and then said he almost forgot the main reason he called.
He invited me to a party of one of his friends and asked if I would be interested to come.
Like seriously, why wouldn’t I honour such an invitation, when I have been longing to have close moments with him. So I told him yes without even allowing him finish his sentence. And he laughed softly and said, Ok. He asked if I have a very nice outfit I would wear, I told him yes.
And he said ok, but he would like me to wear a new one for the party.
He asked for my account number and I forwarded it to him.
This guy sent 500k and asked me to use it and buy a very nice cloth, expensive one, jewelry, pair of shoes, hand bag and a beautiful hair, that will be explicitly worn for the party. That he wants me to look the best and standing out.
This his one gesture is something that keeps cracking my brain anytime I remember it. If he was really planning something terrible with me, why spending such huge amount of money just to have me look good for the party? He wanted me to look beautiful more than his friend’s girlfriends.
The next day, he called and requested that I should be ready before 7 in the evening, that he will be coming to my lodge to pick me up.
So I did as he requested.
We reached the party around 9.
There was something that got me uncomfortable that night.
When he came to my lodge to pick me, we hugged warmly, but when I tried to kiss him, he removed his mouth and immediately opened his car for me to enter. So I started questioning myself, wondering why he refused to accept my lips into his. I checked my breath, to know if there was a bad odour, but my breath was cool.
Ok back at the party, it was a very lavish one. All his friends were also rich, I mean stinking rich. They were busy popping most expensive wines and pouring it on the air, they even washed their hands with them, splashing it everywhere, some on themselves.
And how stupid I was, it still didn’t occur to me to wonder the source of their wealth and why they were all rich at that very young age. And I still didn’t even ask him the kind of business he was into. I was so carried away with everything.
While the party was going on, they asked we, the girls to form a circle and start dancing. That they have a particular ritual they don’t skip in every of their parties. That the intention was to beautify their girls with money.
Women love it when money is being mentioned.
And we rushed, gathered in a circle and started dancing. And they started spraying huge money on us. They asked us not to bend down and pick it, that we should concentrate on the dancing. We did as they instructed and they continued throwing money at us.
Chai! How we got carried away with money not knowing that, something was actually happening.
Hmmm.. After the dance, we were then permitted to pick the money. And you really needed to see us, rushing the money, fighting to pick the highest amount. And these guys, they were 15 of them, sat comfortably, watching us, smoking and drinking hard.
After the party, we slept in the hotel. They booked the rooms ahead of the party.
I expected us to have a very beautiful moment that night, but nothing happened.
I already made up my mind to do whatever he asked of me that night, not minding that we just met. Because, he already spent huge sum on me, so no need of being stingy with my body.
But he didn’t do anything. We didn’t even engage in any romantic tangle. I tried engaging him, pushing my body tight into his, but he withheld himself. He understood my body language and then held me and asked me to go to sleep.
We were right there, under the duvet like two strangers. Yes, he cuddled me, but he was looking like a stranger to me. I was ready to do anything with him that night in order to solidify the friendship, but he seized himself.
The weather was cold, the Air conditioner was on, I was into his arm, but he still didn’t feel anything.
Men hardly resist this kind of temptation, no matter how strong they are, but yet, Oteme didn’t do anything, not even a kiss, a touch, nothing nothing.
I really felt bad. I was wondering that, maybe I was not attracted to him. He took me only as a friend and nothing more. He rejected to allow me kiss him and also rejected to return my feelings. Otemife doesn’t see me as his lover, but a friend. These thoughts kept playing in my head as I remained awake.
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