Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Two

The car came to a stop and I pried my eyes open to see we were parked in front of a restaurant. I turned to the driver in confusion.

"You said you were hungry," he replied gruffly. "What would you like to eat?"

Why did he look like someone was forcing him to be nice to someone he hated? Did I ask him for food?

"Did my uncle ask you to get me food?"

"Is jollof rice okay?" he asked instead, pointedly ignoring my own question.

"Yes, but you don't have to buy me anything. I'm sure Aunty Nk made food for me."

Demola didn't say anything, instead he alighted from the car and walked into the building. I considered following him but he left with the keys so I had no way to lock the car doors.

After about ten minutes where I idled myself with a game, he came back with a take-away pack. "Thank you," I said as he handed it to me. He didn't bother answering me so I ignored him and focused on my food.

I had just finished eating and was opening my can of water when he pulled into the estate my Uncle and Aunt lived in. It took another three minutes to actually get to the house and by that time, all I wanted to do was sleep. Demola carried my two bags this time, while I carried my purse and the empty takeout plates. I dumped it in a trashcan before hurrying after him.

The door swung open as I caught up with Demola and I saw my aunt for the first time in person. She let out an excited squeal and pulled me into a hug. Or at least she tried to. Her pregnant belly made it almost impossible.

"Good evening aunty," I greeted, forcing a smile in place. She had been nice to me all the times we talked on the phone and video called but that didn't mean we were close enough for hugging.

"Evening Kosi. Come in, come in." She tugged me into the house while Demola disappeared upstairs, my bags in hand. "Demi thanks for bringing her, I know how busy you are," she called out loudly.

"No problem, NK." His voice came from somewhere above. Before I could get distracted about the two of them calling each other by such familiar names, my aunt pulled me to the kitchen.

"Wash your hands so you can eat. You must be very hungry."

"Thanks aunty, but Demola already bought me food."

"He did?" She looked at me in surprise before shaking her head. "He can be a grump sometimes but buried deep down inside him, he has a good heart."

"I heard you," Demola said then laughed. His voice was closer now, as if he was coming down the stairs.

"I guess I'll let Demi take you to your room so you can rest. You can come down whenever lets talk and just chill." She waddled over to a couch. "I would have loved to go up with you, but my legs are killing me."

"How much longer?" I stared at her belly and she rubbed it before smiling.

"A week, maybe two. We're hoping for a Christmas baby."

"That would be amazing, Aunty." I smiled at her.

"Go on up. I'll take a short nap before your uncle gets back. Let Demi know if you need anything."

"Thank you ma."

I was upstairs when I saw Demola standing in front of an open door. I came to a stop before him, hoping he'd move from the door but he didn't.

"Shift," I said after a few seconds of silently staring at each other. He did, but instead of moving away, he moved towards me. This caused me to take a few steps back until my body was pressed against the opposite door. What in the Hollywood was going on? What was this cliche 'backing into the door' movement?