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Hey hey! Another delectable story ! You loved the first one so, I had to keep it coming😉
This author, used to be “my novel and writing friend”, that was basically the beginning and end of our friendship😩😂 way back in school people usually queued up to read her stories to fill the empty void of loneliness and boredom that only people who attended an only girls’ school would understand. I always got VIP treatment though because we exchanged our stories. I am happy and grateful Hun that you came through on short notice, you still have the fire😉 By the way, this is going to be a series, please do comment if you love and stay tuned, same time next week!(PG16)🙃
About the Author
Memshima Igba has always had a way with words from an early age. She believes storytelling is a portal to another world due to early influences from books like Mothers Choice and Passport of Mallam Illiya. When she’s not writing or making characters in her head she’s watching anime with her favourite walkers chips. She loves hearing talk about her stories so don’t be shy to compliment or critique her.
“It’s supposed to be my birthday goddamit!” I screamed into the phone before ending the call, not feeling sorry to the receiver of my wrath. Some patrons at the establishment spared me a few cursory glances but tried not to look so concerned…like I could care any less!
I’m finally 24 but it doesn’t feel like a big deal. I live really comfortably and work even harder. So I mean it won’t hurt to unwind on your birthday right?? Unfortunately I had just used the last 10mins to try and convince Femi that our relationship didn’t need a break. Just thinking about the jerk brought back many emotions, bothering mostly on anger and revenge. At 24, if I must say, I look literally like a video vixen, with my crop bustier top which was doing little to conceal the breasts that were almost spilling out from their confines. My shorts also did nothing to hide my toned thighs and ample “booty”. The heels I had on were anything short of simple with pure silver chains engraved with rubies inside the links. I knew I was drop dead gorgeous, I mean that was the look I was going for when Femi had suggested the night out to celebrate. Thinking back now I still did not get a reason as to why we broke up, just that he said we had differences! …Differences that didn’t matter to him when I went down on him or came alive to his numerous fantasies. This is one hell of a birthday present! Sitting on the high barstool I concentrated on the screen of my iPhone somehow hoping it would show me a slideshow of how pathetic my romantic life is and what to do about it. One thing I know for a fact is that most of the guys I end up with always had a hidden motive for getting close. Sighing I placed my hands on my head trying to block out the beautiful memories of 2 whole years I had shared with Femi, the tears threatened to fall.
Thoughts of Femi’s hands caressing my back sent a shiver down my spine. Remembering his lips on mine immediately stoked the heat down below. Femi was going to be the death of me. He was the most skilled lover I ever had. The way he trailed kisses from my neck to my collar bone to my breasts all the way down to my navel…but the excitement and anticipation always came when he ventured lower with his mouth. “This is not good” I muttered under my breath. It was going to be tough to get over Femi. He made me feel alive in ways I thought was reserved for erotic books. Just thinking about the way he tended my girlie parts made the heat down there more unbearable. This is going to be one hell of a night I told myself sighing.
“seems you need this” said the bartender sliding a short glassed filled halfway with an amber coloured liquid. “Henny?? ” I asked hopefully and the nod of his head confirmed the drink choice. “Thank you” I whispered suddenly feeling weary of the sudden niceness.
About an hour later and an almost empty bottle of Hennessy, I felt ready to conquer the world or at least the journey to my car. Halfway to my car I heard the muffled sounds “Ray!!! Ray!!! Ray!!!”
Shouts of my name pierced the thick fog caused by the liquor but it could also be my imagination right? Yeah right your imagination my brain seemed to say. I turned so abruptly that I hit the person running towards me with so much force I lost and balance and crashed into the ground. Shit if I wasn’t so tipsy I could have easily sidestepped the individual and still been prim and proper about it.
“What the hell are you about to do Racheal?” I looked at the guy speaking. Who is he? How did he know my name? most importantly because only close people got to call me by my full name. Who exactly is this person?? The more questions I had the more I cursed my self for drinking so much and then in turn I was reminded of Femi. What a f*cking vicious cycle. “Sorry do I know you?” I tried to ask with the last shred of dignity I had as I rose slowly using the nearest car for support ignoring his outstretched hand. He smiled. Oh my days he flashed what I assumed has to be his best smile ever. Not that it was doing any good to me. It felt really familiar and hot at the same time. Had to be the liquor making me feel some type of way. “Give me your phone” he demanded. Even his voice sounded sexy as hell. Who in heavens name is this person in front of me. “Um why would I do that I don’t even know you and you want my phone. Abeg be serious“. Yeah the very Nigerian part of me I kept locked away was coming out in its full glory. Thanks to you Hennessy. All he did was laugh and grab my purse to fish out my phone and start to make a call when I realised I should really have put a password lock on my phone. While he was on the phone my eyes could not help but wander across this buff man in my front. Yeah it was definitely the alcohol moving my body today. I was certain of this because I had the strangest urge to kiss him and run my hands down his hard looking chest… As if on cue he broke my thoughts “so your taxi is going to be here in 3 mins if you’ll be patient” he said flashing one of those smiles and my brain was mush. True to his word the taxi came right on time and I figured that was the last I would see of that buff man outside the bar…
….To be continued