The Yoruba Demons [SAMPLE]

7. Bent

Ama above....

Femi POV

Ama didn't know when she willingly entered the trap I had set for her.

The first time I talked to her, she made me nervous. Something no woman had ever been able to accomplish EVER! I couldn't sleep afterwards because I was thinking about why I felt so drawn to her. She was gorgeous but she wasn't just that. She was pure gold and I couldn't let her slip through my fingers.

I knew then that I had to get my charm back on. My original cocky, non challant Damon Salvatore attitude. I wanted to make her try to figure me out. Twist her senses to the point where she was completely and utterly confused. That way, she would come closer.

Tactics.

That's what brought us to where we were. She was standing in front of me in my living room asking for my forgiveness and wanting to do anything I want to get it. Of course this was after I purposely appeared naked before her and stalled her for almost two hours, now I had her where I wanted her.

"So, aren't you gonna say anything." She said, standing akimbo. I chuckled making her frown. I felt the urge to laugh at he demeanour but I held it back. My plan to frustrate her was slowly coming to fruition. She hadn't seen anything yet.

I relaxed in my chair and folded my arms, staring smugly at her. "I'm starving" I said acting like I just notice the emptiness of my stomach. Despite the fact that I was actually hungry, I wanted to force her to cook for me. Knowing her, she wouldn't like the idea but she had to. That's what I loved about the situation.

"So?"
"Cook for me." I demanded lazily.

"I'm not a fucking chef Femi. Can't you cook for yourself?" She asked folding her arms, mirroring my position. This girl was a handful.

"As a matter of fact, I can. I just don't want to so cook for me" I said with all seriousness, trying to intimidate her. It wasn't working though. The only time that intimidation ever worked on Amarachi was when I was naked. After that, she was back to the 'I run the world' attitude.

She gave me an 'are you serious right now?' look and I wanted to smile. Everything she did was cute. She was a ray of sunshine even in our current situation.

"What? You did say you'd do anything I want." I reminded her. This made her face fall and he shoulders sag.

One word. Trapped.

"What do you want to eat?" She said, walking over to the kitchen area.

"Amala and Ewedu." I said. I knew the meal was a bit bogus but I wanted to frustrate her into coming closer to me. That should do it.

At my response she turned around and gave me the stink eye. I smirked. She just turned around and kept walking to the refrigerator. I wanted to laugh. Nothing was in that fridge. Not even stew.

"Why isn't there anything in here." She said after looking in the fridge.

"Haven't gone shopping." I explained casually.

"Guy you must be really high on something. How the fuck am I supposed to cook without food stuff? There's literally nothing that could help me right now."

"Babe chillax. We'll just order from food trolley."

"And I'm sure you can order Ewedu leaves online too" she retorted sarcastically.

"Actually we can."

She rolled her eyes and brought out her phone from her trouser pocket.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I have to cook stew, ewedu and Amala for him. This is 4.30pm." She murmured a little too loudly, or maybe I have very good ears.