"Good. Now go and get some sleep, there's
someone I'll like you to meet" he patted her
shoulder and retired for the night.
Ife had invited her over for dinner and she
was going to go. As she drove towards his place,
she thought about Iman's words. Iman had not
known Ife for long and had no right to judge
him like that; her friend's behavior had pissed
her off and she deserved the tongue lashing
she had given her. Narissa hissed angrily as the
memory of what had transpired between herself
and Iman came to mind.
She wasn't sorry, she had no regrets for the
things she had said to her, all she yearned for
was Ife's love and that wasn't a crime.
She thought about the way his hands had
brought her so much pleasure on their first
night together, the way his lips had felt on
hers; her heart fluttered as she imagined
spending more time with him. It felt foolish
and a bit fast but she had a feeling she had
fallen in love with Ife.
She pressed the car horn as she arrived his
mansion. He was the perfect man, the kind she
had always wanted: Strong, independent and
classy. The ringing of her phone distracted her
for some minutes, she decided to take the call.
'Hello,' she answered, she had not bothered to
check the caller identity.
'Narissa, you'll have to come home tomorrow so
you can meet your husband-to-be'
'Edna? How the hell did you get my number?'
She hissed angrily as she realized her
stepmother had called.
'Your father wasn't strong enough to deliver
this message, I am only doing you a favor.
Make sure you're here for dinner' she said and
ended the call abruptly.
'Bitch of a woman, such nerve!' She cursed and
drove into the compound.
She thought her father had been joking when
he had told her about his crazy marriage plans
for her; who arranged spouses for their kids in
this twenty-first century, she wondered.
'Hello darling, how are you?' Ife joined her.
'Ife...' all her anger melted away as she stared
into his eyes.
'What's wrong? You don't look too good honey'
he pulled open her car door and slid in.
'Nothing. Can we go inside?' she forced a smile
not wanting to ruin their dinner with her
personal life.
'No, tell me, talk to me' Ife seemed eager to
know what bothered her.
Narissa was not a complicated woman, he had
no feelings for her and didn't plan to, he just
got close to her to win the bet he'd with Ekene.
To make their relationship seem convincing to
her, he needed to appear caring and
interested in her life.
'Okay, if you insist' she shrugged.
'I had a terrible argument with my friend
Iman, that's not what's pissing me off now. My
father wants me to get married' she gestured
with her hands.
'That's not a problem; if I had a daughter, I
would love for her to be married. You aren't a
feminist, right'? He asked.
'Nah, feminism isn't my thing. I'll love to get
married to the right person too but my father
has already chosen a man for me. Can you
imagine that?'
'Now that's crazy, why would he do something
like that? You are an adult and your choices
need to be respected' Ife shook his head.
'Exactly, I would never grant him his wish
though' she shrugged and let the matter die.
'You look beautiful by the way, can I kiss you?'
His voice was low and seductive.
'Why, thank you. You are free to kiss me; my
lips are all yours' Narissa felt sparks of
pleasure tickle her skin as she gazed into his
dark eyes.
'Come here' he drew her head closer and placed
his lips over hers. The kiss was a long and slow
one; Ife was an expert kisser and knew just
how to buy any woman's heart.
His hands crawled from her back to her neck
then downwards to the swell of her boobs.
'Can I?' He paused, then dipped a hand into
his pocket and pressed the button of the mini
recording machine he carried with him.
'Yes, I have never done it in the car' she
winked.
Her permission was all he needed before ripping
off her clothes; he could feel her breath, she
was hungry, hungry for him.
'Hurry' she whispered as he unclasped her bra
and her breasts fell free.
'I will make you enjoy this' he parted his lips
and swallowed one swollen nipple; a soft cry
escaped her lips.
'So you live alone?' Iman inquired as she took
a seat on his bed.
'Not really' he shrugged and joined her.
'Why are the apples still here? Don't you have
friends or neighbors?' She rolled her eyes and
fetched one from the basket.
'I do' Obinna avoided her eyes, how could he
tell her about the drama that had taken place
earlier in this house?
'Hey, you can talk to me, I had a bad day too;
maybe sharing mine will cut loose your tongue'
she dropped the half eaten apple and faced
him.
'You remember the beautiful light skinned
woman you saw with me earlier?' Iman raised a
brow.
'Yes,' he nodded.
'Narissa is a celebrity, we have been best
friends for three years but now I fear we would
never be that again' Iman sighed as she
remembered her friend's scathing words.
'I know Narissa from my sister, it's a privilege
to have someone as beautiful and talented as
your friend. Why do you think your friendship
would end?' Obinna searched her eyes.
'You know when you feel certain somebody is
going to make a mistake and you try to warn
them beforehand and they turn you away?
That's what's happening, I advised her
concerning something she likes but she got
pissed off' Iman tried explaining.
'I understand you, I had a similar experience
today' he shrugged.
'Tell me about that, release your pain' she
reached for his hands.
'I had a fight with my siblings earlier today
and my girlfriend broke up with me; they all
termed me a failure' his voice was shaky.
'Failure? You don't look like a failure to me'
she moved closer. From the moment she had set
eyes on Obinna, he seemed like the perfect guy
for her.
'Are you sure about that? You know next to
nothing about me' he scoffed.
'I know nothing about you but I feel deep down
that you are special and anyone who doesn't
see that is a fool' she replied.
'I graduated four years ago and I haven't
been able to find a good job, isn't that a mark
of failure?' He asked.
'Not at all. Being unemployed isn't tantamount
to failure' she reassured him.
'Are you sure?' He stared into her eyes, she
seemed to believe in him.
'Yes, I could swear it. You are built for
greatness' her eyes ran over his chocolate
complexion, Obinna wasn't just a humble man,
he was handsome.
'Thanks, Iman' he inhaled sharply as their eyes
met. Her gaze was a flame that burned his eyes
yet he couldn't look away.
Iman licked her lips nervously, she leaned
forward and pressed a soft kiss on his lips;
she'd had the urge to do that since she walked
into his house.
Obinna was shocked as Iman kissed him but he
didn't push her away; her kiss had brought him
warmth and he didn't want to be left with that
emptiness, so he returned her kiss.
She moved her body closer to his, his lips tasted
sweet and burned her with more desires. Her
hand found his and led it to her breasts.
'Iman...' Obinna pulled back as she led him to
her breasts.
'You don't have to be afraid, I want you to
touch me Obinna, maybe this could take away
your pain' she rose to her feet.
To be continued....
