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Funmi Dada Part 4

Funmi was a confirmed Cadet Inspector and had completed the Inspector Detective Course. She had a good annual performance elevation report. She had also concluded the Assistant Superintendent of Police II (ASP) promotion course, and all she had to do was to get at least a 60% pass in the promotional examination. There are ways around getting her promotion, especially being a female, but she is not that kind. Funmi believed in hard work, harder than the men, and respect yourself. And as a law enforcer, she did not believe in bending the rules. Unfortunately for her, she did not get up to the required score with a 52%. It was not surprising. She just never understood why is it always this way in her exams. Funmi studies hard, understands the course, even explains stuff to other students, but with the exams themselves, she hardly did well. Most times she gets a C and only gets an A or B in courses that the majority of the class are getting A's or B's. Leaving the office that evening, she wasn't happy. She just wanted to move higher, do something more meaningful with her life. It is more painful seeing those who she had coach end up doing better than herself. It has always been the case.

Just as she was walking out of the office building, she hadn't been looking up and so bumped into someone. She looked up to apologize and her eyes met those of the most handsome face she had ever seen. He was clean-shaven, not like he has ever grown a beard, square chin. The colour of his skin was a nice brown shade,not too light and not too dark. He was a tall man, 6,3. She almost fell but he grabbed her fast enough and she held on to him. This man was all muscles. He had a deep set of light brown eyes with long lashes, the perfect nose, and lips. He was perfect, a bit too perfect. Time stood still for her as she tried to take in all of this milk chocolate goodness. It has been long since she had been with a man, ever since her husband died, and no man so far has awoken her sexual desire. Funmi took in a whiff of his perfume or is it an aftershave, he smelt good. She was drawn to him like metal to a magnet. All she wanted to right there and then was to rest her head on his broad shoulder and kiss those lips of his. The sound of his voice woke her up from dreamland.

"Am sorry, are you okay?" he asked politely.

She jumped out of his arms, "oh I am sorry, it is my fault. I wasn't looking."

He was still holding her, not tightly, but enough for her to feel the sensation from her arm to parts of the body that have nothing to do with the arm. She felt a little uneasy, a little faint. She could not take her eyes away from him or break free from his hold. He smiled. Why did he have to smile? Are men allowed to have such beautiful smiles? She thought to herself. As if sensing her discomfort, he let go her of arm.

"I am Alexander but everyone calls me Alex and you are ......?" waiting for a response.

"Mrs. Ajayi, I am Mrs. Ajayi," she managed a reply.

Saying the word 'Mrs.' reminded herself she is a mother, and it served as a shield protecting her.

"Why don't you sit down, Mrs Ajayi, you look a little faint".

She sat down she indeed felt faint.

"Maybe we can call your husband to come get you if you are not feeling up to it," he suggested.

"Thank you. My husband is dead," she answered, feeling embarrassed. Why should she be embarrassed because of this stranger? She was angry with herself.

"I am sorry for your loss," he answered as he sat beside her. "I did not mean to upset you."

"You have no reason to apologize. If you will excuse me, I have to go home to my son. I am sorry I bumped into you. I was just upset about the results of my exams. Thank you, but I must go now."

"I do understand. And sorry about the results. I am sure you will perform better the next time around. Why don't you wait a bit and I'll drive you home?" he said with his smoky voice.

I wonder if he ever shouts; she thought to herself. I could listen to his voice all day and not tire from hearing it. Her 'spider' senses told he told her to flee, if she stayed one more minute with him she was sure she would not resist kissing him.

"Thank you, Mr.–." Trying to recollect his surname.

"It's Alex, call me Alex"

"Thank you, Alex, but I really must go now."

"I would like to see you again.... please. Take my card."

He swiftly brought it out from the pocket of his trousers and gave it to her. The tip of his fingers barely touched her hand, and it felt like a thousand volts of electricity went through her entire being. She had to run, run away from this man. Once she was broke free from his enchantment, she could breathe again, she was literally catching her breath. How is it possible that someone could exude so much sexuality? She could not understand how he could excite her and at the same time frighten her.

Funmi got home and made all effort to forget about the handsome stranger and focus on her son. They had a lovely dinner and were just enjoying each other's company. Around 2 am, Bankole woken up suddenly because he sensed a presence in the room. He could not see it, but he was certain it was the same as the one in the hospital. His mother was fast asleep beside him. Undeniable the same stench and it was suffocating him, rendering him immobile. Funmi was entrapped in a dream where she is making love to Alex. Overcome with pleasure and completely aroused she moaned out loud, her son heard her. She was about to have an orgasm, moaned even more loudly that it jolted her out of her sleep. Funmi was so ashamed of how loudly she had been moaning. She heard her son gasping for breath, forgetting for a moment her embarrassment.

"Are you okay, did you have a bad dream?"

Whatever it was, left the room. Bankole felt released, grabbed his mother, and cried. He was shaking like a leaf again.

"Yes, Mama," Bankole replied. "The worst part was, I could not move or breathe. It was horrible"

Funmi felt more ashamed. Her son was having a nightmare, and she was having sex in the dream.

"I also had a bad dream, dear."

Bankole wasn't sure he would call the sound he heard from his mother, one from someone who had a bad dream. He was a child, what does he know. Funmi never had sex in her dreams before. She remembered in school days girls would talk about it. They often referred to having sex in the dream as having sex with a spirit husband. This was no spirit. It was Alexander, a very attractive man. She is a young widow who is more lonely than she thought. 

The next day, Funmi got a letter from her father's lawyer asking her to come to their office to discuss her affairs. She hadn't been there since the day she went to give the lawyer a copy of her husband's death certificate and change the will. The shares her parents purchased had increased in value and the cost of housing has also increased so she had and now her son had some good footing financially. When she got to the office, she did not meet the old man but a younger man who looked so much like the old man. He was the old man's son. He told her that his father had passed away about two weeks ago. None of his siblings lived in the country or are interested in running the firm. They have sold off the firm. He is here to officially handover the firm and then inform his father's clients of the change. It is for this reason he had asked her to come. He gave her an old envelope addressed to her. He also gave her the complimentary card of the new owner; should she wish to transfer the management of her affairs to the new owner. When she looked at the card, it was Alexander's. He explained that if she does not wish to transfer her affairs to the new owners, then she must sign the termination of service of his father's company. He would have all her documents with the firm sent to any address she wants. At that moment, Funmi felt uncomfortable handing over her affairs to Alexander's company. She read to through the termination letter; it seemed okay, and she signed it quickly before she changed her mind. She just did not trust herself with that man; I mean; I was having sex with him in her dreams. It was definitely not a good sign; she thought to herself.