Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Thirteen

My arm felt tired from holding the tray. It wasn't really heavy, but I'd feel better with it put away. Sparing Ademola one last glare, I kicked my door shut behind me. I'd not thought much about relationships and caring for someone in a way that was more. I didn't even want to be in that situation.

My mom and dad had once been in love, but they'd gotten married and then their love had turned to a weapon. I remembered how much they'd hurt themselves all because of one silly emotion. I remember how nasty their fights got recently and how dad always left and didn't return till days later. Mom would cry most of the time, her anger easily transfered to me. Love had started all that. So feelings, they were not really my cup of tea. What I felt for Demola was attraction and a heap full of lust. It didn't help that he was my first, but I'd do well to not let things escalate.

My door opened, slamming shut almost immediately. I uncovered the tray, intent on keeping myself busy. I was not interested in what Demola had to say.

"Or do you already have feelings for me?" he asked. I could feel his heavy gaze on me, but I refused to look up, concentrating on chewing my food.

"I don't feel anything for you Demola," I finally responded when he kept on looking at me. 

"Are you sure? Because that would be a big determining factor."

I took my time, biting into the beef and chewing before I answered. "Factor for what?"

"For whether this continues."

"What?" I poured water into a glass on my nightstand and then drank, careful not to let my curiosity show too much.

"I like you, Daniella. But I don't want to complicate things. I'm not looking for a relationship at this point in my life so I feel this should be discussed before going forward."

I laughed at that. It was cheeky of him to assume because I'd had sex with him once, I would want to continue it. But you want to, a wanton part of me whispered and I immediately shut it up. "What makes you think that I'd want to continue?" I looked up at him, immediately getting distracted by his nearness. That wanton part was dancing, excited at the thought of him this close.

"You don't want this?" He accessed me, his eyes traveling over my body, noting how I looked away from his face.

I do.

"That's not what is important, Demola." I spooned more food into my mouth, taking time to chew properly, while hoping that I find something to say, something that should be more important than what he was asking.

"Then what is?"

"I don't want a relationship either and I definitely don't have feelings for you. But that doesn't mean I want to keep having sex with you. You're a fantastic lay, but this can't happen again."  I mentally patted myself in the back. I'd clearly stated what I wanted like an adult. It would be unwise to get any deeper than this. In less than two weeks, I'd be gone and the memories of this morning would remain just that; a memory.

"Why?" He walked further into the room, his voice soft and silken. I could feel my insides twisting up as I tried to focus on finishing the food on my plate. "Are you scared you might end up catching feelings?"

"No," I retorted, already glaring at him again.

"Each time you look at me like that, I want to do wicked things to you, Dani."

I glared at him a lot of times and I couldn't stop my mind from wondering about how many times I'd done that and what wicked things he'd thought about doing to me. "If you're not worried about growing attached to me, why are you refusing. You'll be gone in a few weeks so why can't we have this?"