Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Three

The next morning, I was the first one to make it downstairs, or so I thought before walking past Demola in the dining room. He had his laptop in front of him but his head was on the table as if he was sleeping. I tried not to wake him as I made my way to the kitchen.

After searching for the gas lighter for a few minutes, I finally found it atop the overhead drawers. Cursing my height, I tried to reach for it and failed miserably. I was about to give up when I felt a warm body press against my back. I already knew it was Demola. The smell of his cologne had been ingrained in my brain from the moment I met him and I was the type of person to never forget smells.

He grabbed the lighter and slowly lowered it to me, yet he remained pressed against me. What was this? I counted to ten and he was still there. The lighter laid on the countertop in front of me while I tried to control my breathing. Demola's hands held on to my waist for a few seconds before he pushed away.

I turned to look at him but he was busy filling the kettle like nothing had happened.

"What do you want with the lighter?" he asked. Did I imagine this entire scenario? Did he or did he not just grab my waist?

"Cook." My voice sounded strange in my ears so I coughed to clear my throat.

"Press that bell beside the door and the chef will come take your order. Your aunt and uncle wouldn't like you to stress yourself."

"Chef?" Who were this people that had a chef on the premises?

Demola moved to the door and pushed the button, within minutes, a young man walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning Sir, good morning Miss. What would you like for breakfast?"

I blinked in confusion. "Anything please."

"Your Uncle and Aunt wanted spaghetti. Should I make that for you as well?" he asked.

"Um? Yes, Mr..."

"Uche. You can call me Uche," the chef replied.

"Thank you." I smiled at him but remained standing beside the gas cooker. Demola grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen.

"You can sit here while he cooks." He pointed to one of the dining chairs. I immediately pulled my hand away and glared at him.

"What were you doing just now?"

"I brought you out here so Uche can have space to work," Demola said.

"Before that. In the kitchen. What were you doing?"

"Getting the lighter."

"You grabbed my waist!"

He cocked his head in confusion. "I was trying to not fall, sorry if I was misleading you."

"What?" I repeated the question in my head. What was wrong with this guy? He was pressed against me for way too long and he grabbed my waist!

"I can smell breakfast," Aunt NK called happily as she made her way downstairs, succesfully interrupting us. I heard my uncle chuckle from behind her.

"Good morning Aunty, good morning Uncle," I greeted as they walked towards us.

"Good morning dear. Good morning Demi." She smiled brightly.

"Kosi, how are you? When I came home, I was told you were sleeping," my uncle said, eyes on his beautiful wife. Seeing them standing together, the age difference was quite clear. My uncle had married late and while he was forty years of age, his wife didn't look to be past twenty six.

"Good morning Uncle Mike," Demola greeted. "NK good morning."

"Morning boy." Uncle Mike turned to me. "How was the journey yesterday?"