The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

17. Saying Goodbye.

TIMINI'S POV

It was night time and i was currently sitted in a well hidden corner at a cozy mini bar located around the outskirts of Victoria island. My dark shades were fixed properly on my face, disguising my appearance from the eyes of the people scattered around in the bar.

Still clad in my work clothes, with the sleeves of my shirt rolled up and few top buttons of my shirt were left opened, i knew I looked tired and a bit out of place. Especially since i was the only one putting on dark sunglasses indoors. The last thing i needed was someone coming over, demanding for a selfie with me.

But that was the least of my problems, I thought with a sigh. Looking around the bar at most of the people who were almost flirting and drinking lazily from their cups, some were business men sitting alone sipping from their drink and some taking puffs out of their cigarettes, looking comfortable like they were in their parlour.

Pouring a little content out of the bottle of scotch in front of me into a small cup, i threw it back into my mouth, gritting my teeth at the burning sensation it left down my throat.

I twisted my wrist back to check the time on my apple wristwatch and it read 9:38pm. I already texted sharon on my way here from work that i was going to be back home late and she shouldn't bother waiting for me and she responded with a cold 'ok.'

I knew she was going to stay mad at me for probably two to three days so I was here to let her cool her steam off and i also come to a conclusion earlier, one that was going to be very difficult and i was going to very much regret later.

I was going to have to not talk to Deborah anymore from now on. No calls, nothing.

I thought about that when my sister left my office this afternoon. With what she told me about my pervert gate man to how she did not tell me it had been going on for so long and then my last thoughts were on Deborah. In fact, i thought alot about her.

And with the gnawing sense of guilt growing deep in me earlier, it only intensified now. Especially whenever i thought about how young and innocently alluring she looked. If she knew half of the thoughts of her that filled my mind, she would run for the hills and hide herself from me forever.

For her safety and my conscience, it was the best thing to do, I thought.

The things i wanted to do to her. The way i wanted to pleasure her body and watch her writhe under me, her nails scratching my back, screaming my name in pleasure..

The erection I had earlier from thinking about her started to feel pretty uncomfortable in my trousers as I grew harder. Groaning, I poured myself another shot and threw it back my throat, slamming the cup down with an amount of force that shocked me.

Even though i just met her for the first time yesterday, i knew very much she was still very young and pure and i wouldn't in any way dare to kill her innocence. I am not that type of man and would never be. I also have a sister as young as her and i wouldn't want any other man bearing any type of illicit thoughts of her.

Doing what was best for her, that was to let her be. Or the beast inside me won't be able to hold back from staking my claim on her. And it would only ruin the both of us. Especially me. I won't let her go forever.

Scrolling to the text messages logo, i pressed it and proceeded in texting her before changing my mind.

If I called her, just hearing her voice sounding so soft and sweet as ever through the speaker of phone was going to make me change my mind and never let go. Never. I would be putty in her hands.

Sighing deeply, i removed the dark sunshades covering my eyes and dropped it on the wooden table in front of me. With my finger hovering above the screen of my phone, I had no clue on what i was going to type. If i wrote out all that was on my mind, i wouldn't be able to stop and i was sure it would worsen all the whole thing.

Shit, how much i want need that girl. I knew it was above mere lust. I wanted her. I crave her so goddamn much even though i met her just yesterday. There was something special about her and i can not place my finger on it yet.

At first i thought it was her innocence and beauty that was driving me but with the overprotectiveness i feel for her, i know it is more than that.

How bad i want to study every inch about my beautiful angel. How the sound of her laugh sounds in real life and not from the speakers of the phone, how she looks like when she is speaking. How she looks like when she is angry or frustrated. How she looks like when she smiles, especially at me. Her likes and dislikes. her high school crushes. The trace and curve of her face down to her mouth watering body. The taste of her red lucuious lips. That little angel must have placed a spell on me to be making me feel like this.

If I don't let her go, i would definitely get rid of any fucking small boy or man that even glances her way. And that was not healthy for any of us. Even the thought of my gate man's eyes all over her body is enough for me to want to rip his fucking eyes out.

Growling lowly, i took another shot and dropped the cup on the table again with a force enough to break the cup. I turned my wrist to the back to reveal the face of my wrist watch. 10 minutes had already passed as it read 9:48 on the screen of my Apple watch. I was supposed to call her tonight by 10pm and the thought of not talking to her anymore made me almost regret the fact we met yesterday. Almost.

The pain in my chest was growing really disturbing..

Thinking deeply on the proper way to lay everything out to her through a text message and after a few while, i decided to just be myself and write down everything i genuinely felt.

'Hello Deborah...' Pausing a bit with a small frown, i shook my head and erased it. That sounded too formal.

'Hey Deborah. Its me, Timini. You probably have stored my name already so im sure you know that already lol.'

Cringing openly, i pressed down on delete again and shook my head in despair. I didn't want to do this. To her especially because she was only starting to warm up to me but i had to just do it. It was very impulsive but it was for the best i was sure of it.

Taking a deep breath, i began to type again. 'I am so sorry for what i am about to say to you Deborah, I hope you forgive me. I don't think it would be wise if we talked tonight. Or any other night. I have a lot to explain and i am an asshole for telling you all these through a text message especially when we only just started talking yesterday but i promise you that i have my reasons and they are enough to stop myself from talking to you. Even though we met for the first time yesterday, letting you go is going to be the hardest thing i am going to be able to do. And know that it's because i genuinely care about you i am doing this to you. I hope you take care of yourself and don't question yourself for all this. All of this is totally on me and I'm sorry. Please i would love if you didn't call back because hearing your voice would change my whole mindset. Take care.'

I immediately pressed the send on the screen and with the whispers i was getting around me, i raised my head looking at few people staring at me in awe and fascination. Some ladies dressed in skimpy mini dresses, sitting down by the counter pointed their fingers at me, giggling and whispering.

I quickly downed the remnants of the scotch in the cup and then put my shades on. I try to lower my face as i gathered the suit that i removed earlier in my arms and then sent a quick text telling Musa to bring my car to the front of the bar to pick me up.

After a while, i walked out of the bar with a heavy heart and a little sway in my steps, the effect of the scotch taking in.

I heard the sound of my name behind me as I walked out but I ignored them all, too boozed and not in the mood to wave at anyone.

My instagram was going to be filled with tagged pictures of me tomorrow judging from the flashing lights of camera's around me but I just didn't care now.

Half an hour later, my car was rolling into my drive way and not for one second had my mind drifted off from Deborah. I wonder how I'm going to survive the other days to come.