The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

03. Letting go

TIMINI'S POV

Upon entering the car, I took off my soaked suit and my tie immediately and dropped the wet items on the seat beside me.

I sighed deeply and looked at my driver Musa when he turned his head back to look at me from the driver's seat with a concerned look on his face. 'Oga are you okay? Se e o ri ojo?' [I hope the rain didn't drench you too much?]. He asked in Yoruba language.

Chuckling gently and grunting when I was finding it difficult to remove the bloody tie from my neck.
'I'm okay Musa. Thank you. Please turn off the AC and drive me home, I'm freezing.' I replied.

He complied and minutes later, we were back to my house. He pulled the car into the driveway and with quick strides I walked into my house. Musa carried my other belongings into my room just like he did every day and I walked over to the sitting room, removing the wet shirt clinging to my body and dumping it on the couch.

Eva was going to have my head for it but right now I just didn't really care. All I needed was a bottle of wine or anything hot.

Walking into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet and took outside the bottle of whiskey I saw. Grabbing a glass cup from the cabinet, I popped the lid off and poured a little amount of the liquid into it swallowing it down in one gulp.

I squeezed my face from the burning sensation it left on my tongue and pinched my nose bridge.
Thinking of Mrs Yetunde, I wondered how she would react to me still in my wet clothes carelessly drinking a bottle of whiskey in the middle of the kitchen. Chuckling, I really wished she wasn't around.

I sighed and relaxed my shoulder muscles. Today was one of those long and stressful days. From the long meetings, to making sure the transportation of the petroleum products was well monitored. And to add it I was drenched because I had to stop by the ATM to withdraw some money. It was just a terrible day.

All I wanted was a long warm bath, a nice home cooked meal and a long nap all by myself but Eva my girlfriend always had her way of weaving into my already stressful life and most times she was just here to add to it.
I loved her company and the sex every night was okay but sometimes she was just too much for me and I was too much of a gentle man to tell her that.

Speaking of the devil.

I felt two warm arms wrap around my waist from behind and her strong strawberry scent filled my nose. 'Hey baby'. She drawled with her seductive voice. I dropped my glass cup and turned to face her, smiling broadly and making sure it looked genuine. If I didn't, she was going to complain for hours of how I didn't miss her and how i just didn't care about her and that was the last thing I needed.

'Hey sweetie, how are you doing?' I wrapped my hands around her slim waist and hugged her. I wouldn't deny hugging her didn't feel good. She was warm enough for my cold body.

'I missed you baby.' She said and pulled away immediately when my cold shirt clinged to her body.
'Ew you're wet!'

I chuckled and placed my hands on her waist. 'im sorry love, I was drenched on my way from the ATM.'

She shrugged. 'Well, i was as bored as hell since and your house keeper wasn't helping matters.' Her face pulled into a frown. ' I caught her giving me these dirty looks and you know this is not the first time I'm telling you this babe. She doesn't like me.'

Here comes the drama.

'Eva Mrs Yetunde can't just decide to give you dirty looks. She was probably tired and she was just looking at you tiredly or something. You know how she gets when she's tired.' I replied pleading for this matter to die down if only for tonight.