Lass of Lust #ProjectNigeria

Chapter 7

Fumnaya was let on a query since she was newly employed. She was informed that if she pulled any more stunts, she was going off the grid. Fumn was grateful to Ebitimi, she'd been expecting the worst. Nengi folded her arms across her chest and watched in excitement as Erica scolded her for her actions.

They were lucky that Mr Dele hadn't informed his father who was on a family vacation. If not, Fumn would have been in big pepper soup. Fumn walked over to a group of guys who were smoking shisha in a corner and placed their drink orders on the circular glass table.

The music was thumping loudly and other men with their female partners were grinding hard to the beat. Fumn unscrewed the bottle of dry Martini on request and shifted the ice bowl closer.

Fumn caught the eye of a lady in mini bottoms smuggled in between two guys as she straightened her back. One of them was groping her breast openly while the other rubbed the insides of her thigh.

The girl looked stoned. The dim club lights landed on her, highlighting her high cheekbones and golden ring piercing that fitted perfectly on her straight nose. Fumn thought she looked oddly familiar. She racked her brain, trying to recall where she'd the face when it came to her. It was her roommate's lover.

Fumn hurriedly washed some beer glasses in the kitchen sink and rinsed them off while Nengi continued her flirt with a rich man at the counter. She chewed on her gum and seductively twirled her box braids in her index finger.

She'd released two of her shirt buttons leaving her cleavage open for the men in the club to gawk at. Ever since Nengi resumed from her off duty, she became more irritable.

She shouted at Fumn for making little mistakes like not properly counting the drinks in the chiller or allowing the tray she used to balance drinks to slip from her grasp and clatter on the floor. Fumn knew she was no perfectionist but Nengi always wanted to outsmart her as if there was some unseen competition going on between them.

She was the lady men requested to serve them drinks. She was easy going and mostly dressed to fill their eyes. A few guys had approached Fumn to collect her number or talk to her some other time but she'd coldly turned them down. She didn't have the time to play nice. Fumn washed her hands with lemon soap and rinsed it under the running tap.

Thereafter, she wiped it on a rag and headed to where she placed her phone to charge. She slid a button across the lighted screen to unlock and checked on her call log. She had eight missed calls. Five from Ozo, two from her mother and one from her elder sister.

She furrowed her brows reasoning what could be wrong back at home when Nengi tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

"Can you deliver these to those couples over there?" She asked pointing at them and holding out a tray. Fumn narrowed her eyes to slits. Something she hated about working with Nengi was that she liked to be bossy and dish out orders while she casually relaxed on the back burn.

"Why don't you take those yourself?" Fumn slammed plopping tiredly on the chair. She'd been darting here and there, serving and jotting down sales in the account's book. She needed a minute to revive her lost energy.

Nengi huffed unbelievably.
"Are you doing reverse psychology on me? Can't you see I am busy with a customer?" Fumn's gaze fell on the alhaji that was arranging his cap on his head and watching them closely. She forced a smile and waved at him.

"See? I think he is comfortable sitting and waiting for you. I am not going to take that order. You better start doing things around here too and not leaving everything for me to handle."

Nengi guffawed and snapped her fingers in front of her before grabbing a napkin and heading off. She collided with Dave on her way and hissed as the glass bottle almost crashed on the floor. She caught it in time and sent Dave a murderous look. Dave didn't even acknowledge her, he massaged his sore elbow and signaled to Fumn who was sitting gloomily.

"What's up? Why do you look so down like somebody died." Dave had to raise his voice to be heard above the vibrant bass beats. Fumn sighed heavily and heaved herself up. Her problems were plenty.

"Do you really wanna know?" She asked mixing a shot of whiskey for herself. Fumn drank all of it and shuddered as the hot liquid burnt through her dry throat and warmed her chest. Just what she needed to clear her mind.

"Yeah. Anything to make your face look brighter." Dave whistled and drummed his fingers playfully on the marble top.

"Well, I am having issues with Nengi firstly. She is so domineering and wants everything done her way but she doesn't want to work an iota for it. I do most of the hardwork while what she's good at is flirting with the men who come clubbing. It's really sickening."

Dave nodded his head understandingly and shrugged. "Nengi can be overbearing sometimes I know. I think you guys have to sit yourselves down and talk about it. If this continues to go on, things might escalate to a fight one way or the other and Ebitimi is not going to have any of that."

"I guess so." Fumn mixed another shot and passed it to Dave. He politely declined with a wave that his head wasn't strong enough for alcohol.

"Really dude? You're missing!" Fumn said gulping it in one go. She shuffled about, making room for Nengi as she resumed her position talking with the older man.

"My roommate is also gay. Like I caught her in the act yesterday and it got me thinking. I don't want to stay with someone that inconveniences me at the slightest. Sure, she can be annoying at times but I definitely didn't see that coming."

Fumn blew out a breath. She could feel a strong headache brewing in her head.

"Like I said earlier, communication is key. Talk to her and you'll feel much better than bottling things up."

With that, Dave sauntered upstairs leaving Fumn in a distressed but hopeful state.

Fumn got home pretty late. It had been a very busy day at the club and her legs were sore. She kicked off her boots and collapsed on the bed beside Kevwe who was sleeping soundly. Fumn contemplated on waking her up for them to talk on how they were going to work things out but then, decided against it.

She wasn't in the right frame of mind to handle an argument. Fumn got up from bed, grunting about her body aches as she peeled her sweaty clothes away from her body. She got in the bathroom and switched the temperature of the shower from cold to hot.

Fumn took her time scrubbing herself as thoughts of the unanswered questions Ozo put before her filled her head. He'd confessed his feelings to her, feelings she hadn't earlier known existed.

Before she met Ozo, she was just getting out of a one year relationship. Her ex texted her on valentine's day that he could no longer continue being with her. After pretending to shower his love and affection simply so he could take her virginity.

Fumn was heartbroken. With a puffy nose and eyes red from the constant crying, she swore never to fall in love again. She put her mind, body and soul into him but in the long run, it was a catastrophic disaster.

Ozo came into her life at a point where her heart was sealed. She informed him before things got too heated that anything they would have between them will be purely physical. Ozo agreed hopeful that with time, she was going to warm up to him.

Little did he know that the pain and anguish of having her first dump her turned her into a lass of lustful desires.