She told me her name was Samantha or so. I didn't care to know if it was even true or not. You know how you ladies are!." Alex frowned.
Alex was still trying to explain further, when the bar man approached us with a menu in his hands. Alex quickly placed his order for a chilled bottle of small stout and a plate of cat fish pepper soup for the both of us.
I didn't want to spoil the euphoria of the moment that we were both trying to enjoy. And so, I tried really hard to fight my angry feelings off. This was my first time going on an outing with Alex. His past life didn't really matter. I felt so foolish asking. I wonder what prompted me to ask such questions.
In a bid to calm my emotions, I drank several bottles of alcoholic wine. I felt my head suddenly spin. I could barely even open my eyes or even stand straight. I was drunk to stupor.
"Take me home Alex. I want to go home." I muttered in his ears.
Alex helped me up from the chair, and held me firmly around my waist as we both staggered out of the club.
Alex drove the car that night, while I slowly dozed off. I only remembered lying down on a bed. I could not remember anything else until this morning, when I got up to find myself naked on his bed, and in his own house
I clenched tighter to the steering wheels, wondering why Alex didn't take me home? Why did he have to drive me to his own house? Alex should have told me that he had another motive hidden somewhere in his heart. And that was, a plan to have sex with me, and have me all through the night to himself. I pulled my handkerchief from my black bag and wiped the warm tears that cascaded down my eyes in tiny rivulets.
I stared at Temi's gate for hours. I was patiently waiting to see when Dayo would drive out of the house. If this was what I thought it was, then Temi was going to pay for it. If she was the reason Dayo broke up with me, then I was going to do everything possible to make sure the rest of her life turned sour and bitter. If she was dating and sleeping with Dayo behind my back, I was going to pinch her where it really hurts.
Hours later, Temi's gate pulled open. I could see Temi standing with a short flowery wrapper which stopped above her fair laps. She was struggling to cover her breast with the edges of the wrapper which was loosely tied.
Dayo's car drove out of the gate and parked right in front of her. He stepped down from the car and walked towards her. Dayo planted a tight hug on her chest and kissed her passionately on her lips, before turning to walk back into his car. I watched as Temi smiled sheepishly. She waved him like a clown as he drove off, before walking back through the gates.