Binary Hearts

94| Tension in the Night 🌉

After playing a few rounds at the game center, pairs began to naturally form. Mide was already out the door, having confirmed his official date with Rachael earlier that afternoon. They had clicked almost instantly at the first meeting at Tunde's house, and now, Mide couldn't wait to see where things went. The energy between them had been exciting yet comfortable, a feeling that told him their night would be special.

Meanwhile, Paul found himself vibing with a girl named Sonia. She was playful and bold, and their chemistry was undeniable. Conversations between them flowed quickly, a constant back-and-forth of teasing and flirtation. It didn’t take long before Sonia suggested they grab a drink somewhere quieter. Paul, never one to miss out on fun, agreed, and the two soon found themselves heading to a nearby hotel. By the time they arrived, the tension between them had escalated, and they wasted no time getting into a heated embrace.

As Sonia teased him, their connection only intensified. It wasn’t long before Sonia made a bold move, calling her friend Eva to join them, hinting at a wilder night. Eva, eager to join in, didn’t need much convincing. Soon, the trio found themselves in the middle of a passionate moment, Paul caught between both women, each of them taking turns to enjoy the night, a threesome. It was everything Paul hadn’t expected, but it was a night he wasn’t about to forget either.

Back in the sienna, Adeola joked with Tunde as they drove back home. "Our friends didn't even make it home. They probably paired up and are having their fun right now." She laughed, glancing over at Tunde.

Tunde chuckled, leaning back into the sienna as they drove back home. He felt relaxed, and the playful atmosphere between them was enjoyable. But Adeola had something else in mind. She’d been watching him closely throughout the day, and she was determined to create some romantic tension. Yet, every time she tried, Tunde would subtly shift their conversation back to friendly banter, making it clear, even if unintentionally, that he wasn’t looking for anything more.

As the evening wore on, the game center began to clear out, but Sam and two of the remaining girls stayed behind, engrossed in their final round of games. They laughed together, making the most of the moment as the sound of the arcade machines echoed in the mostly empty space. Sam, always the easy-going one, seemed in his element, enjoying the company and the lighthearted banter that flowed between them. The tension of the day had melted away, leaving behind a sense of camaraderie among the three, who were in no rush to leave just yet.

The remaining girls cheered each other on, challenging Sam to one more match. Despite the late hour, the energy between them was lively, and the competitive spirit kept everyone engaged. It felt like a perfect end to the night—a fun, carefree way to unwind before they eventually called it quits and decided to head home but Sam suggested they branch at a restaurant to eat first.

At home...

"You're too relaxed," Adeola teased, reaching out and pulling at his arm, trying to get him to loosen up. "Come on, the night’s still young. Why are you chilling when the others are out there having all the fun?"

Tunde smiled. "I think I’ve had enough fun for the day. You know I’m not the dancing type."

"You don’t have to be good at it," she said, switching the music to Fireboy’s "Scatter." The heavy beats filled the deck, and Adeola began to sway her hips, moving toward him with purpose. "Come on, dance with me," she urged, trying to pull him out of his seat.

Tunde waved her off, shaking his head. "I’ll watch. You dance. You’re good at it."

But Adeola wasn’t about to give up. The music played louder as she danced closer, teasing him with every movement. "Let’s make it a game, then," she proposed, her voice laced with a challenge. "A ‘Do Not Touch’ dancing game. I’ll dance, you sit still. Don’t move, don’t get teased."

Tunde raised an eyebrow. "Do not touch? What’s the point of that?"

Adeola grinned, already moving closer. "It’s fun! You just need to sit there and resist, simple as that."

He didn’t think much of it at first, agreeing to play along. "Okay, but if I win, you don’t try anything funny," he said, making sure to add his own rule.

"Promise," Adeola said, but she knew in her mind, winning wasn’t what she had in mind.

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As "Scatter" continued playing, Adeola began to pour her energy into the dance. Her body moved flawlessly, hips swaying and waist whining to the beat. Tunde watched, amused at first, but it didn’t take long before her movements began to feel more… intentional. Her dress rode up slightly as she twerked in perfect rhythm with the music, and Tunde, holding onto the rules of the game, tried his best to keep still.

The heat in the house was rising, and Adeola took things further, moving closer and giving him a lap dance that pushed all boundaries. Tunde felt his body respond before he could control it, and a curse escaped his lips as she ground against him.

"God… Adeola, stop," he managed to groan, feeling the tension rise. But Adeola, sensing she had finally broken through, kept going, ignoring his pleas. Her body pressed harder against him, her chest now flush against his, and she could feel him getting harder by the second.

Tunde clenched his jaw, trying to fight the rising urge. He was getting lost in the moment, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Adaora’s face flashed before him. The realization hit him hard—he couldn’t do this, not like this.

"Enough!" Tunde barked, trying to grab Adeola’s shoulders. His voice was strained, full of an intensity that made Adeola pause, her eyes wide in surprise. She had expected him to give in fully, but instead, he was pushing her away.

"What’s the matter?" she asked, frustrated. "You were obviously into it. Why hold back now?"

"It’s normal to feel something, but it’s not happening," Tunde replied firmly. His mind was clear now, and he knew he couldn’t let it go any further.

The tension in the air shifted awkwardly, and Adeola, feeling embarrassed, untied him quickly before storming back to her room. Tunde sat there for a moment, heart pounding as he took deep breaths. He regretted how he stopped the fun, but it was better this way—better to stop than to do something he would truly regret.

Meanwhile, at Chidi's house, Bam Bam sat waiting, but frustration was building. She has decided to link up with Paul instead since Chidi didn't show up and dialed Paul's number multiple times, only to get no response. Little did she know, Paul was caught up in the throes of passion, too lost in the moment with Sonia and Eva to answer. Bam Bam, tired of waiting, sighed heavily. She changed back into her clothes and, with a sense of finality, locked the door behind her as she left Chidi’s place.

Elsewhere at Ikeja, Hannah finally arrived at Mr. Okoye's house. She greeted him politely, and his warm reply made her feel instantly at ease. "My child, how are you?" Mr. Okoye asked, his voice filled with the comfort of familiarity.

Hannah also greeted Mrs. Okoye, Chidi’s stepmother, feeling a strange connection to this family she had known for years. "I wanted to hang out with Chidi," she said, her voice wavering with frustration. "He promised he'd show me around Lagos, but his phone's been off. It feels like he's blocked me."

Mr. Okoye thought for a moment, then Adaora's name came to mind. Casually, he mentioned, "He's probably with Adaora."

"Adaora?" Hannah's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the name. "The senior UI/UX designer at Paystack?"

Her mind raced with jealousy. Adaora was the very woman Chidi had once praised as the most valuable worker at his company. And now, Hannah's mind began to turn, plotting ways to deal with her newfound rival.