The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

14. Breathless

Debbie's POV

I still couldn't feel my legs as they carried me into my bedroomoom. I felt like I was floating on the air and the only thing that seemed to be working in my body was my racing heart.

How I got here from their mansion to the amount I paid the Uber driver was all a blur.

I closed the door behind me and took shaky steps to my bed, sitting down gently at the edge and exhaling deeply. I sunk my face into my hands and my braids fell over covering my face to my lap.

He was going to call me tonight.Tonight! I picked up my phone and tapped on the screen twice to open it. On the screen, the time read boldly 5:25pm and my heart trembled.

What was I going to say? Was this all a dream or- was I still asleep?
Pinching my cheek, I flinched and robbed the aching spot with a frown. I definitely wasn't asleep.

Then how did everything go from me planning on stealing the number of one of the most successful and handsome men in the entire Lagos to him asking for mine. How? And why?! And did he keep staring at me like— like that.

Remembering the heat deep in his eyes as he stared at me, I shuddered.
Nobody had ever looked at me like that and it made me feel different. Made me feel womanly things that I never felt before.

Biting my lip, He kept walking closer to me and— how he touched me. Was he also attracted— I shook my head. No he can't be.

The smell of his expensive musk was still present around me. Closing my eyes, I breathed it in and let out an involuntary small moan.

The door to my room suddenly jerked open and I saw my mum standing there wide eyed, looking at me with a combination of fear and shock and also there was our frying pan in her hand.

I almost laughed at the expression on her face but knew better than to,
'Mum?-'

'What is wrong with you?!' She yelled with her eyes blazing I'm anger. 'Do you want to give me an heart attack you this girl? You came in and walked straight to your room without coming to my room to greet me first and I got scared and thought it was a thief that had entered our house.'

I watched her as she stood by the doorway yelling and her palm tightened on the handle of the pan like she was itching to beat me. Oh Lord!

My little brother peeked his head in and when she saw the angry stance my mother was in, he scurried away from her and came into the room to sit beside me.

'I called and called and called your name, but you chose not to answer me abi! Scaring your mother to death like that.' The dangerous tone in her voice made my already numb body come back to life in an instant and I stood up from the bed, my eyes carefully moving from her face to the pan she was clutching in her hands.

'Mummy i- I didn't hear you when you called my name. I didn't hear anything.'

'You didn't hear me calling your name? With the way I was yelling 'Debbie is that you? Debbie is that you? You didn't hear abi? Your ear is not working well or what?' She spat angrily, making me bite my lip in regret.

What was I going to tell her? That it wasn't my fault? That it was the most intense and handsome man that I met minutes ago that made my mind preoccupied. And yes! Will I also add that he literally touched me. He placed his warm, rough hands on my skin and moved close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my face and his masculine cologne filling my nostrils making me light headed.

But when i felt my brother tap me gently and my head snapped up to my mum narrowing her eyes at me, I knew that would be the worst idea ever.

'See the person I'm talking to. Are you ignoring your mother? 'She walked closer to me in a threatening manner.