Entranced 18+

Thirty Nine

There was not much Ijeoma could to help him. She couldn't hold him up, he was double her size, if not more, so she stood with him and patted his back. Ahmed handed her a bottle of water which she helped Zubby sip. He rinsed his mouth and poured the rest over his head. Ahmed handed her a face towel next, the man seemed super prepared. Was he just good at his job, whatever it was or was this a common occurrence?

How had she never noticed something was wrong? Ijeoma wiped his face and tried to dry his thick hair with the towel before he straightened.

"Thank you," he said, his voice cracked. He pushed away from the pole and both Ijeoma and Ahmed rushed to help him. He shook their hands off and made his way back into the car. She got in from the other side and Ahmed started the car once again.

The ride to the house was quiet but Zubby remained awake. Should she try to talk to him now? Or was it better to wait until they were alone. When they got into his compound, Zubby ignored their help and walked in by himself while they followed. Worry was etched in their features, although Ahmed was hard to read, she saw how his eyes tracked Zubby's every move and how he walked closely behind him should he need to help out.

Zubby dropped into a chair with a sigh. "Ahmed, thanks for tonight. You can go home."

The man's brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's getting really late."

"Ok let me just make sure you have food in the fridge before I leave."

"Ahmed, I'm not hungry. I just need to rest, okay? Now go home, I'm tired of seeing your face."

Ahmed smiled before nodding in agreement. "I'm sick of seeing yours too." He met Ijeoma's eyes and gestured to her hand where she still held the pill bottle. "Goodnight ma."

"Goodnight Ahmed, and thank you for this evening."

He left, and the living room was plunged into silence. She stared at Zubby that was lying down with his eyes closed. Would it be too much to ask what was going on? He looked like he really needed to rest. She squatted in front of him and tugged his tie that was already coming undone. She opened the first two buttons of his shirt and Zubby's eyes fluttered open.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"Like there is something wrong with me."

"There is something wrong with you. You don't look good at all and you threw up in the middle of the road."

"Must have been something I ate." He offered her a small smile, undoing the rest of his buttons. He was wearing a white singlet inside and Ijeoma didn't know why the sight looked so sexy. Maybe she was the one that had something wrong going on with her, the man was sick and she was thinking of ways to undress him!

She shook her head, her thoughts circling back to their conversation. "You didn't touch your food at dinner."

"I ate at the wedding."

"That was lunch. If something was wrong with the food, you'd have felt the effects sooner. Stop lying to me."

"Like you lied to me?"

"What?" She fell on her ass, her legs spreading in front of her. "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, forget I said that. Can we talk about something else?"

She eyed him for the longest time. "I know there's something wrong because Ahmed gave me this." She grabbed the bottle that she'd dropped when she was removing his tie. "Antidepressants!"