Opposites Attract

Chapter 26

    "Motun, you have hickeys, you have fucking hickeys." She yelled at the top of her lungs. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and her words muffled but she was still talking too loudly, Seb would probably hear us.

  "Please calm down." My hand was still covering her mouth but she was still talking. She finally stopped and I removed my hand.

  "Tell me every effing detail of it." She said her finger jabbing into my shoulder to make a point. "Wow," she muttered as she inspected my neck, "Mr D'Souza sure sucks like a vacuum." That made my face hot. "Oh my freaking gosh, did he pop your cherry already? Oh Motun did he take it real slow? Or too fast? What did he do? What did you say? Oh my God, did he get you pregnant? Are you guys getting married soon? Oh, I'll be your matron of honour." She kept bombarding me with question after question not giving me the time to answer. She was too excited. Sebastian would definitely make fun of me after she has left.

  "Hameedah," I screeched and she put her fingers on her lips in the keep quiet gesture. I regret my skin colour today again because if I wasn't too pale, she wouldn't see the marks on my neck. I helped her sit on a high stool and she impatiently waited for me to start her longs fingers tapping the glass table lightly.

  "Tell me already," she whined.

  "First, nobody's getting married." I quickly switched to my native language so Sebastian wouldn't understand even if he can hear us. Hameedah doesn't speak Yoruba very well but she understands every word of the language. "Two, sorry to disappoint you but he didn't pop any cherry," she pouted at that, "at least not yet." I added coyly.

  She didn't scream this time, "you mean you'd let him" and I nodded. She wiped non existent tears dramatically and whispered, "my baby is growing up." I wanted to tell her I wouldn't ever talk about my sex life with my mom even if she was the coolest person on earth but I didn't.

  "And I got these," I motioned to my neck, "this morning. And last night we went on a date, technically we didn't really go out because we were up in the terrace all night." I showed her the pictures I took and she gushed.

  "This dress is beautiful, it's a Versace dress. Seb is spoiling you," she chided playfully.

  "I guess we could say that," I remembered the pancakes I ate few minutes ago and smiled. "He fed me pancakes minutes before you came." I blurted and her already widened eyes widened the more if that was even possible but right now they looked like they turned from saucers to plates.

"Wow, he really is sweet." She added silently almost sad. But before I could comment on it, she changed the topic, "just be careful." Then I told her that I almost let him have sex with me this morning and how he stopped and what he said when I asked him about it.

  "I can understand," she said thoughtfully, "I get where he is coming from, from the way you told me even I felt it would have been wrong of him to just do what he wanted." I frowned in confusion and she explained further, "you're still not used to everything that is happening, you probably think he only wants your body," yeah that was partially true, "but it entails more than just that. It shouldn't be just about physical needs. Get to know him more, know what he likes his dislikes, don't wait for him to hug you first, hug him tightly, always be there for him."

  "Wow, I didn't know you have so much upstairs." I said jokingly and she lunged for me but I moved out of her reach.

  "I know he'll never hurt you, he loves you too much." I wanted to argue but she cut me off, "the guy looks at you with heart eyes." I didn't realize that. "And I know you love him too, you're just scared."

  I wasn't sure I loved him but she was right about one thing, I was scared. I already admitted that to him. She covered my hand with hers and squeezed gently.