The Reunion (Nigerian Themed novel)

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Victor’s POV.
I had assisted Kemi in the kitchen, to chop the vegetables precisely. Something I never imagined i would do. I wasn’t the kitchen type but was more of a benefactor. I loved good food.

But cooking?

Count me out!

Where Kemi was a good cook, Sharon was a direct opposite and would rather prefer ordering from food vendors. Her busy schedules wouldn’t even permit such indulgences.

Infact, she was and still is, a favorite to food vendors and will be offered discounts. So basically we lived mostly on Chinese and Italian meals then on rare occasions local Nigerian dishes after much persuasion from me.

The sweet aroma of spices sifted across the room and I found myself salivating .  It wasn’t the first time I would be eating her meal but my anticipation heightened. So even after  she had displayed the meal on the dining table, my anticipation increased.

Or maybe I was just too hungry.

But damn the first morsel I had swallowed kept me licking my fingers like an toddler licking from an ice cream cone.

She was literally not a mere cook with just a tag.

She was good.

And yet the only thing that annoyed me was her nonchalant attitude. She was literally ignoring me.

And on purpose!

"I will quickly do the dishes then freshen up so we leave." She announced standing from her seat.

"I can help with the dishes. Why not freshen up then join me." I suggested. She blinked twice staring at me like i had sprouted a second head.

"That's not possible. Just wait here I won't take much time." She persisted.

"Stop been pumpous, time is not on our side."

"Pompous, really?" She hissed folding her arms on her bossom.

Something i had shamefully be staring at the whole time.

"Just suit yourself." She had replied rolling her eyes before she disappeared into a room.

Second time in just one day.

I envisioned my hands tightened around the soft curves of her hips. I wouldn't deny staring lustfully on the ripped jeans that hugged her thighs perfectly.

The roundness of her butt..

The waist bead I had noticed earlier, while she stood in front of that counter, was a big turn on. I hadn't known could have such impact on me.

It had drawed me mindlessly to her and so just like a magnet been pulled by a positive impulse, it was much more difficult avoiding the sight than submitting to it.

 This Kemi of a woman was touching strings that couldn't be merely forgotten.

The impact was huge.

Or maybe it was just me been lustful over another woman.

But teasing wasn't my form of expression for lust.

I was straight forward.

Yet with this one. I felt more at teasing her.

Her angry expression was sexier!

Kemi's POV.

Finally.

We drove back to the hospital and was now seated inside the car.

Waiting for what actually?

If you would ask me, i was sincerely clueless.