Lagos Babe (Love & Pain Book One)

05

Cynthia Okoli

The week rolls by fast and soon it's Friday. My week had been pretty uneventful and hectic. Aramide left for London on Tuesday and I'm already missing her. I can't wait for her to finish university and move back down her permanently, which would be next year.

The one thing I have been looking foward to all week is dinner with Ricko. We had been in constant contact, calling and facetiming each other at every available moment. It's crazy. I can't remember the last time I spent so much time speaking to a guy before and with him, it's just so easy. He makes me crave talking to him when he's not there and when he is, conversation isn't forced or such. It's like like we have a never ending list of things to talk about.

I'm looking through my closet for something to wear and I'm so frustrated. Nothing is right. I need a dress that makes a statement. A dress that screams 'I'm classy but also sexy and tonight I won't mind being fucked' because that's exactly how I feel. If Ricko made a move tonight I don't think I will be able to say no. The last time I had sex was over a year ago which is kinda pathetic, but I had sworn off one night stands and over a year ago was the last time I was in a relationship which was also the last time I had sex.

But for some reason I was down for that with Ricko already. I had to pause and think, what made me any different from those girls who strives for his attention even for a minute.

He actually wants to give you his attention, Cynthia. That's what.

Maybe that's it. Or maybe it isn't. I don't know.

I shake my head and go back to looking for a dress. Finally, I decide on a navy blue fitted dress which has only one hand and doesn't show much cleavage. It's knee length and has ruffles on the left side.

It's formal but not too formal and also sexy. I pair it with black peep toe stilettos and a black clutch.

I make my make up light with red lipstick and overall I look damn good.

Ricko said he would pick me up, so I had sent him my address earlier.

I sit in the living room and stare at the clock which is on 7:25. I feel myself begin fidgeting. What if he doesn't like the dress? Or my hair? I had gotten a sew in earlier today. It's long and wavy and I brushed it too the side but maybe he wouldn't like it.

Maybe it will be the way I packed it. Shit I knew I should have put it straight down my back.

I hear a knock on the door and I'm immediately nervous. I breathe a sigh to calm myself.

You can do this, Cynthia. You are an independent woman, no man can make you feel any less than you are.

I walk to the door and open it with a bright smile on my face.

I'm blown. Literally. Casual Ricko is handsome and sexy but formal Ricko is a million bucks in human form. He looks so fucking sexy that for a moment I regret inviting him to my apartment. I just want to devour him and with the look he's giving me right now, I can tell that he wants to do the same to me.

"Wow." He says. "You look even more beautiful than I remember, Cynthia. How is that even possible?"

I feel myself get hot suddenly. Walking out, I close the door behind me. Say no to temptation.