Binary Hearts

64| Tangled in Desire 😳😩

Tunde woke up at Adaora’s place, feeling emotionally conflicted. The previous night’s warmth still lingered, yet the weight of the situation at Spark Technologies lay heavy on him. The growing scandal threatened to unravel everything he had worked for, and while Adaora's presence soothed him, he couldn't escape the anxiety gnawing at him.

He reached for his phone and saw the screen light up with several missed calls from Adeola. His chest tightened. Adeola had been calling him, and each missed call felt like a reminder of his responsibilities waiting on the other side of his fragile escape with Adaora.

The soft rustling of sheets caught his attention as Adaora finally stirred awake, her sleepy eyes meeting his with a gentle smile. "Morning," she said, her voice still laced with the softness of sleep.

“Morning,” Tunde replied, brushing his thumb over her cheek. In the morning light, he noticed how much more handsome she found him. Adaora, lying beside him, took in his taller frame, his dark skin glowing under the soft sunlight, and the veins on his hands that seemed more prominent. She caught herself smiling, inwardly crushing on him all over again, but kept her thoughts to herself.

“I should head out soon,” Tunde murmured, his voice deep and low. Yet, before he could move, Adaora gripped his wrist gently, playfully. "Are you sure?" she teased, as if trying to hold him in the calm before the storm.

Tunde escorted her to the bathroom, watching her brush her teeth as he stood behind her. His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes tracing the curve of her shoulders. When she finished brushing, he moved closer. The bathroom suddenly felt smaller as his body closed in on hers, boxing her into a tight space where she had no place to shift.

Adaora turned around slowly, her back pressing against the sink. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. His face hovered just inches away, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. He leaned in close, his lips brushing hers faintly, only to pull back as Adaora leaned in for more.

“Tunde…” she whispered, her lips parted, her heart racing.

Tunde smirked, continuing his playful game, teasing her with almost-kisses that left her wanting more. But when Adaora had enough of his games, she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer with sudden force, and kissed him. This time, the kiss was deep, intense, and filled with the yearning they both felt. Adaora’s hands roamed over his chest, feeling his heartbeat as she pressed herself against him.

But the moment was interrupted by the sharp ring of Tunde’s phone vibrating against the counter. Reluctantly, he pulled away and answered. It was Mide.

"Guy, where you dey? I’m at your place but you’re not around. There’s something urgent I need to talk about," Mide said, sounding slightly agitated.

Tunde sighed, already preparing to leave. He looked back at Adaora, who was watching him with a mix of disappointment and longing. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised.

As he made his way to the door, Adaora called out, “Wait! Can you help me with my bra hook?” She stood by the bedroom door, her back to him, wearing nothing but a black bra with the hook undone, and a black leggings that hugged her curves perfectly.

Tunde’s breath hitched as he approached her. He tried to act nonchalant, but his pulse quickened at the sight of her bare skin. He moved behind her, gently hooking the bra, his fingers brushing her skin in the process. The tension between them crackled like electricity. Just as he was about to finish, Adaora "accidentally" dropped her lipstick, bending down slowly to pick it up, pushing her hips back toward him.

Tunde clenched his jaw, heat rising in his chest. He could feel the heat between them intensify, but he knew better than to give in. Without warning, he scooped her up swiftly, causing her loose bra to fall to the ground. Adaora gasped as he lifted her, feeling a surge of heat rush through her body. Her bare breasts pressed against him, and she felt her heart pounding wildly.

“Tunde…” she whispered breathlessly, every nerve in her body alive with desire.

Tunde looked down at her, his eyes dark with intensity. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, his voice low. “But this isn’t the right time.” He gently set her down, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment longer before stepping back.

Adaora stood there, flushed and breathless, already wet with desire just from his words and actions. As he left, she felt a mix of longing and frustration, the air between them still thick with unspoken need.

Meanwhile, 30 minutes earlier, Mide had arrived at Tunde’s house. He rang the doorbell, and to his surprise, it was Adeola who answered, still dressed in her nightgown. Her light skin glowed in the morning light, her curves and long legs on full display. Mide was momentarily dumbfounded, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Adeola waved a hand in front of his face. “Morning, Mr….?”

“Mide,” he said with a grin, still mesmerized by her charm. “I’m here to see Tunde. He’s my friend.”

“Well, he’s not home right now. Maybe you should come back later or leave him a message,” Adeola said, folding her arms, her gown slipping slightly down her shoulder.

“Uhmmm… I’ll probably wait,” Mide stammered, still dazed. Adeola let him inside, and Mide sat down, fidgeting. His mind was racing. "Tunde… Tunde, what are you up to? Adaora is enough, now you’re adding this one? Omo, I’m finished."

Adeola left him alone in the living room, and Mide sat there shaking his leg in disbelief, still picturing her perfect morning face and curves.

Back to the present. Tunde finally returned home, honking his car horn to signal his arrival. Mide practically jumped to his feet and rushed outside, giving Tunde a big hug. “My guy, how far now?” he said, laughing unusually.

Tunde raised an eyebrow, noticing the odd behavior. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

Mide leaned closer and whispered, “Guy, who is that hot babe in your house? Abeg, no be Adaora, abi?”

Tunde chuckled. “What will kill a man is a woman, Mide.”

Mide's eyes widened. “Who she be?”

“My assistant,” Tunde replied casually.

“Assistant?” Mide screamed, causing Tunde to quickly shush him.

“C’mon, tell me why you’re here,” Tunde said, steering the conversation away.

Mide cleared his throat, his voice turning serious. “Actually, I wanted to talk about withdrawing my shares and selling them. The company’s not doing well right now, and I need the money.”

Tunde’s face fell slightly, stepping away from him. “So, you came here to break my heart?”

“No, no, Tunde. I swear I’m not selling anymore. We’re in this for life. That’s my mission,” Mide assured.

After Mide left, Tunde entered the house to find Adeola coming down the stairs, still in her nightgown. “Welcome back,” she said, her voice laced with jealousy.

Tunde cleared his throat. “Uhmm...that...please, stop wearing such revealing clothes around. It’s not professional or proper,” he added awkwardly, before walking to his room.

Adeola smirk to herself as she watched him leave. So, he does notice my body, she thought.