"Folawe?"
She gave a slight chuckle. The way he calls her name...she knew it was his accent but it still sounded funny to her. "President Mo, what is the saying...like minded people, think alike?"
It was his turn to laugh. A deep laughter could be heard from the other side. Folawe imagined if she were there. If she were to have her head on his chest, would it vibrate though her whole body? Would it cause vibrations in certain places? She was no kid neither was she a saint but she never knew the day would come when she would start to succumb to her inner beast.
She never thought she was that kind of person. But thinking about it now, boys her age never fascinated her and never made her feel this way. She waant lying to him when she said he was hr type. Her dangerous type.
"Why are you laughing?"
"If we got something wrong in the family, my mon will tell me my brother to go back to school and collect our fees. Folawe, shouldn't you do the same?"
Pouting her lips, she glares at the screen of the phone. "What do you mean? Are you saying my brain is fried?"
This caused him to laugh again. "Fried? By the way it is great minds think alike. Why did you want to say that?"
She made an 'oh' that he could not see. "Nothing, I was just about to call you too."
Mo Ambrose twirled in his seat. Facing the glass window that gave him a view of VGC, Lagos. The tall buildings reminded him of when be was in London. He missed his home in London. Without knowing it he began to think of taking Folawe with him to see the beach that surrounded in him London. If she would like it and if she would be willing to go.
"Is tha so? Folawe, do you have a passport?" He had asked before he even got to think about it.
"No I don't."
"Ok." Followed by a minute silence.
"Thank you for the bag." She finally says before her voice lowered by an octave. "Although it really wasn't necessary."
"If I dont spoil my woman, will I wait until other men to do it for me?" He slowly questioned.
My woman. Those words made her stomach do a funny flip and she laid on the bed staring at the old ceiling.
Was she his woman? Was this not just a pretense.
"Hmm...thank you once again."
"You are welcome." Mo Ambrose knew she would hang up if he didnt say a thing but wanted the conversation to last longer. "Have you settled your familys issue?"
"I am going home today to settle it." She responded in a monotone voice.
"Do you have plans after Christmas?"
"I will come back home and accompany my mom."
"Will you be free on the 26th?"
"Yes. Why? Is there something special going on?"
"Do you want to go on a date? There is a new restaurant that just opened under my brothers supervision here in VGC."
Folawe didn't give a response.
"Let's help him check it out." He added his heart thumping slightly.
"26th? VGC? I will think about it and give you the feedback tonight."
"Ok. Take care." He then hung up. Twirling his chair so that he was facing his laptop, Mo Ambrose rubs his face. What is he doing?
Asking her on a date?
He didnt know why but after he met Folawe that afternoon, he had started to act our of character. This was very unusual of him.
Folawe threw her phone into the pillow and released a deep sigh. Going on a date at VGC? With President Mo of all persons? Why would he ask her on a date? Was this not supposed to be nothing but pretense. Why was she starting to get the feeling that this was a normal relationship and not a pretense?
She picked her phone to call her mom.
"Bawo ni okomi? (How are you my husband) when are you coming home?"
"Mon, I have some issues to sort out. I wont be home on the 25th and maybe on the 26th too. I will send some money that I borrowed from my friend to your account so quickly pay Mr Ades money."
"Which of your friends borrowed you money? Folawe, you are not going around and doing bad things are you?"
"Dont you trust me? I borrowed it from Paul. You know his family is rich. He said he would let me pay it back little by little."
There was a long silence on the other end and Folawes armpit began to itch. Fearing that her mother would see through her lies. "Okay. Ko ba mi dupe lowo e oo (help me thank him). And why wont you come for Christmas? Do you have a boyfriend now?"
Her whole face started to heat up and her armpit began to itch and sweat even more. "Well..kind of."
"Ehhh..really? Introduce him to me later. Be a good girl. Dont throw away your home training oko mi jhoor oo. (My husband pls)."
"Of course you worry too much. I wont. Take care." She hung up and properly laid in he rbed. "Time to take a nap." She stood herself.
"Folawe, come over and sit on my lap."
Blushing, she timidly shifted over and placed herself in his lap. His strong hand gripped her waist and began to massage it, while his other hand sat carelessly on her lap playing with the flesh. As he watched her expression, she tried to not squirm against him.
"President Mo, isn't this too intimate?"
"We are in a romantic relationship, if this is intimate, what then would you call this?"
Slowly he leaned towards her face and Folawe instinctively closed her eyes, her heart hammering against her rib cage, her nipples growing hot and itchy and her thighs pressed firmly together. Finding some friction.