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CHAPTER 23- AYO

I pray you find the love you seek
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Dedicated to @Rambling_Thoughts

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Sitting in my private jet, traveling with my kids at 11pm. Call me a bad father.
Simmer looked better than she had before. I almost shit my pants when she fainted on me. What I felt when I found her drunk yesternight didn't come close to what I felt earlier.
She sat away from me with Zion laying across her lap. Zion quietly singing Twinkle little star while Simmer typed away on her tablet. Zion said something and she bent slightly to listen and tickled him as he laughed in response. Ayo was already asleep before the jet took off.
As much as I try not to creep in Simmer, my eyes have a mind of their own. I pulled my headphone back and increased the volume, closed my eyes and made a mental note to ask my therapist how long a crush lasts. The next time I opened my eyes, Simmer was nowhere in sight but Annoying Martin was standing close with a camera focused on my face. I felt my front pocket for my glasses.

"Looking for this? Sleeping beauty," he teased.

"Where's Zion?"

"Saima is trying and failing to put him to sleep."

I chuckled. "Carry that camera from my face, Martin!"

"He's not sleeping!" We both turned to her and Zion pulled on her legs

"It's not in our job description, Saima," he said, shaking his head "but he pays us too much to complain."

"Martin, about what we discussed..." Simmer asked, standing in front of him. She was tall. I likeyyy!

"No, I'm not. No, I cannot!"

"She's this close" she gestured with her hand on her throat

"Ayo, can you help out with one of your mamas?" Mama meaning my children's mother and I only deal with them when my therapy session is the next minute.

"No..."

"See? Sorry, Saima."

"You owe me one, you know that."

"Yeah anything but those women," Martin replied.

"Those women mothered my children and I'm sitting right here," I pointed out.

I'm not even interested in whom amongst my Children's mother, I just have a feeling the Mama has an insane request. They always do.
"When do we touch down?" She adjusted the now sleepily Zion and placed his head on her shoulder. Her jean jacket moved. I am not a pervert but I couldn't pull my eyes away from shining stone on her navel.

"We are suspended in air?" Simmer's voice pulled me from Damnation. "Why?"

"We touch down at 7am. You should get some rest."

"We are in Lagos but not in Lagos."

Simmer looked at me in disbelief. I held her eyes because if I didn't, I would still be staring at her exposed skin.
She moved past us slightly shaking Zion as she moved barefooted on a blue jean jacket and Baggy jeans her hair this time in a black cute cap with a bow on top seconds later she stopped and reared back to check if Zion was asleep. He wasn't. I could see his grin from where I sat.

"Ayo freaking Deji! Please, no! I fucking know that look."

Oh, shit!
"What look?" I replied Martin, trying to look innocent.

"Jesus! You are backing the wrong tree."

"I don't know what you are talking about"

"You..." The words were lost as Simmer reached my side, slightly bending to pass me Zion.
"As of this moment, I can say I have done my best," she said.

I flipped a switch as the table and lounge bed enclosed to become a seat like mine.
"Guys, I will hit the sack now. Need me, I will be in my bedroom." Martin said, walking away.
Simmer sat opposite me trying to look everywhere but at me.
I wonder if these turtle necks don't choke her. This time, it's a net, a kinda flimsy material that makes you think you can see through but it's a freaking scam. Don't ask. I tried.
I closed my eyes. I refuse to be caught in her round big eyes. There was movement and then I felt her close as she sat beside me.
And the only thing I could think of was paying more to my PJ interior decorator that made it possible for a seat to accommodate more than 1 individual. is a mini lounge bed a makeshift bed

"Wizkid," She started.

"Ayodeji Ibrahim," I corrected and slowly opened my eyes to look at her. She was beaming.

"I'm sorry I eavesdropped. I shouldn't have listened in on your conversation. I shouldn't have said that to your uncle. I..." she faltered.

Fuck the apology! I was carried away by the insane feeling to touch her baby hair and trace the hair down to her side box.
"Just so you know, you know I will never tell a soul," she continued.

She scratched the cap and it slipped back a bit once again. I am tempted to pull it off.
I need help!!
"How can I trust you with my secret?" I adjusted Zion lying on my chest.

"I won't tell anyone."

"What you heard that day is worth millions."

"I..." she started, with furrowed brows.
A split-second later, she barreled into me. My breath was stolen away from me. Brain. Fucking. Explodes.

"His hair is tangled in your chain"
I closed my eyes to count to 10. I couldn't and like a frigging teenager, her hand swiped my throat and I'm at her mercy. Ruin me Saima!
"It's not coming out." Oh, dear. It is out and proud.

Her skin glistened under the light. I memorized how her eyes were hooked with concentration, her nose had an almost invisible hole. She had a nose ring. Her lashes buried her eyes. Her lip ached to send a man to hell.
I was drunk in her hot breath on my face that smelled like strawberry and then her tongue swiped her lower lip. She scrambled my brain!
I swallowed a lump

"Simmer?"

"Hmm?"

"Fucking pull it!" I gritted, pun intended.

"Pull what?"

There is one thing I would love to have pulled so bad but for now...

"The chain. Pull it."
She made an O with her pouty lip and moved and her scent barricaded all my senses.
I was caught in space of her neck covered in black and I wanted to nuzzle into her neck.
Finally, the chain came off and she untangled it from Zion's hair. She clasped the chain back.
"So we were saying?"
She must be fucking with me. It's by God's grace I remember my name. Words were buried in my throat and my head was blank. I couldn't form any word.

"Ehn, I am grateful and I'm sorry for what happened yesterday." My brain short-circuited to the memory of her rubbing on me and I groaned.
Shitttt!
She gave me her unflinching gaze.
"Please, put him to bed?" I managed to ask.

"Are you okay?" she looked at me askance.
I can't be okay!
"Get some rest, Simmer and goodnight." She stood up and walked away. When she got to the stair that will lead her to Ayo's and Zion's room, she stopped and turned.

"Ayo?"

"Hmm?" I turned slightly, she was smiling. Her white teeth gleamed sexily, I thought.

"Goodnight," she whispered and climb the stairs.
I laughed. Laughed so hard, I felt tears in my eyes. I continued laughing like I had lost my mind. Maybe I have a boner for a woman I have no business lusting after.
I ended up at the bar behind the counter and took a swig of the strongest drink right from the bottle.
Of all the scantiest dressed women I could fuck, I have a boner for one covered from head to toe.
And why does this bar's freaking Hennessy smell like strawberry? I sniffed my shirt.
Strawberry.
I am officially fucked.
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