Synchronized Hearts

Chapter sixteen

Yesterday's night club outing was an experience that will remain evergreen in my memory. We tasted different expensive wine and liquor. We danced to the latest hip hop music, we played truth and dare, we cruised around Abuja and finally sealed the day up with a mind-blowing sex. I really don't know why I went on and on, having sex with Alex. But what I do know is that I enjoy it and I might have taken Harriet's advice to heart.

My boyfriend didn't call me and for the first time, I felt myself feeling comfortable with it. Mom called to know how I was fairing and I gave her all the gist and only excluding the almost death scene of the plane and how I now have sex freely with my boss. If there is one thing that is confirmed, Alex is not only a hot looking geek god but also a bad beast in bed.

Everywhere is boring with nothing to do so I decided to explore one of my hobbies. Cooking. If there is one thing Abuja should be praised for, it is the peacefulness and tranquillity of the state. The traffic isn't as worse as Lagos and you hardly find hoodlums dominating everyone. It is not as bustling and as crazy as Lagos. In Lagos, you need to be mad to survive. And if you are not mad, you definitely need to take a lesson or two from a friend to become mad if not, you will regret living there.

I just got back from a supermarket where I purchased the ingredients for jollof rice and chicken. The cost of living here isn't even as high as Lagos. Alex has been in his room sleeping all day, leaving me to myself to keep my company.

I set the ingredients on the counter and washed my hands first. The kitchen is huge and modernized with all form of latest cooking appliances like refrigerator, oven, gas cooker, heater and soon. The theme of the kitchen is purple and black making it look all the more inviting and easy to cook with the relaxing colours. For a five star hotel, I will rate it a five star.

I tied my hair into a messy bun and began seasoning the chicken after which I left it to marinate. I proceeded with blending the pepper. While I was turning the puree into a bowl, someone startled me, making me jump in fright.

"Sweet Jesus," I exclaimed and glared at the brown candy that is laughing his ass out.

"Why were you scared, I only touched your waist." He scratched his curly hair.

"How did you manage to creep in on me without my knowledge." I hissed and began chopping the onions.

"Well, that is your punishment for waking me up." He clicked his tongue and picked a glass from the cupboard.

"And your punishment is that you won't taste what I'm cooking." I stuck my tongue at him like a little kid and continued chopping the onions.

"Wow," he walked towards the fridge, "it's been long I ate home-cooked food, I'm currently craving one now." He poured his juice into the glass.

"Too bad you won't be getting any of this." I bent to pick a pot.

"Oyah, I'm sorry momma," he pleaded and touched my waist.

"Leave me alone." I pushed him off me and lighted the gas.

"Please aunty," he pouted his lips, giving me the cute look and to be honest, my inside melted.

I gave an exacerbated sigh, "on one condition." I raised a finger.

"Whatever it is I will fulfil, I can give you another style tonight." He bit his lip.

"As tempting as that sounds, there will be no sugar for you."

"Please now," he continued begging and began hugging my back.

"Fine, you will be my personal assistant in the kitchen. Is that understood?" I cocked a brow.

"Yes boss, as long as you don't punish me." He wiggled his brow playfully while I chuckled.