He was sitting on the bed while she knelt behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Although he couldn't see her face, he remembered her fragrance so well. Jasmine... The fragrance that has assaulted his senses since the last time they saw each other.
"Ayinke?" He called questioningly to be sure he was not mistaken about who the person that was kneeling behind him was.
"Yes, baby..." She whispered into his ears. Her sultry voice messing with his brain, making him go gaga with his wants for her. He wanted to bring her over his shoulders, unto the bed, and make slow, sweet love to her.
Very slow and sweet torture kind of lovemaking that she wouldn't be able to forget for the rest of her life. He felt cheated when he couldn't remember their first time together. More reason why he wanted to ensure that this one was special and memorable for both of them.
Before he could bring her over his shoulders as he had thought, she moved from where she was to his front and straddled him. He saw she had on a red, see-through lingerie set that leaves nothing to the imaginations.
He gulped down the imaginary lump inside his throat and thought to himself...
'God, she is perfect! More perfect than Aphrodite the so-called goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality.'
Her golden caramel skin tone glows under the overhead light. Her thick nipples were dark and protruding towards him, begging for his touch. He wanted to touch her so bad but couldn't. He felt as if he was restrained.
"Leonard Ademide..." She whispered his name while looking into his eyes. He was entranced by her. Spellbound.
"Ayinke..." He couldn't help but whisper back in return.
"A.D.E.M.I.D.E..." She drawled out his name "...Meaning 'my crown has arrived'"
"A.D.E.M.I... Meaning 'my crown'"
"Your name speaks volumes about me..."
"You... My crown. My soul tie. My husband." She whispered with her smokey voice that warmed him all over.
"I want to touch you... To feel how warm your skin is under my palms... Why couldn't I though? Why am I being restrained!?" He asked. His frustration apparent in his voice.
She smiled sadly, holding his face with both of her hands.
"I also want that baby. I want to feel your hands all over my body so bad, but..." She hesitated and lowered her gaze like she didn't know how to continue.
"But what?... Tell me why I can't touch you!... I'll do anything for you... I will..." He was talking with frustration and desperation before he was silenced with her finger placed on his lips.
"Shhhhh!... Listen to me carefully Ademi... You wouldn't be able to unless I have your heart."
"My heart?..."
"Yes! Give your heart to me... Love me, Ademi! Please baby..." She lowered her eyes and a single tear trickled down her face.
"Don't cry... Ayinke please don't cry..." seeing her tears was heart-wrenching. He felt unexplainable pain in his heart for not being able to hold her in his arms and console her. He tried to raise his hand, to hold her but they felt as if they were being weighed down by tons of bricks.
"I will love you... I promise I will..."
"Stop talking already and kiss me! Jeez!" An angry female voice suddenly said forcefully. Turning the one on his laps into a mirage that rippled before it began to fade.
"No, no, no, no, no!... Don't go! Please don't leave yet! Wait..." He pleaded, but it was all in vain. She vanished into thin air and he couldn't do anything to stop her. He was helpless.
Her fresh jasmine fragrance was replaced by a mixture of different kinds of expensive perfumes. The perfume was so strong, he was sure it would trigger his migraine if he didn't get away from it.
Leo suddenly opened his eyes to find Fola forcefully kissing him. Her strong perfume was overwhelming. Almost choking the life out of him.
"Get the fuck away from me... Are you fucking crazy!?" He said angrily, shoving her so hard, she yelped and fell by the side of the bed. He got up to hastily opened the windows and door.
He was angry. Not entirely because she nearly choke the life out of him. It was partly because she interrupted the sweet dream he was having.
"I'm sorry..." She whined like a child. "The perfume was a mixture of yours and my favorite perfume. I thought you would love it and..."
"Well, you thought wrong... The fact that it is my favorite perfume doesn't mean you should drown yourself in it. Especially when I've told you several times about my fucking migraine!"
He said standing near the window, hoping the fresh air would cleanse his olfactory sense off her smell.
"I'm sorry nah!... But you didn't have to push me that hard. What if I broke an arm or hit my head on something?"
"Sorry I pushed you... But what were you expecting when you forced your tongue down my throat like that... A cuddle?" He asked sarcastically with a raised brow.
"Yes, Leo! A cuddle from you wouldn't be such a bad idea because I'm your woman" Fola said painfully. She was hurt by his strange attitude towards her today. She knew Leo didn't love her but it wasn't this bad to the extent of being violent with her.
How could he suddenly changed drastically just when she was praying and waiting for him to change and love her back in return.
"My woman?" He asked and scoffed.
"And what's that suppose to mean?" She asked fearfully. Dreading what he would say next.
"Take it however you want, I don't care... I'm just surprised that your stupid friend has not updated you about the new development in the family already."
"Update me on what?"
"Ask her..." He said curtly and suddenly change the subject.
"Whoever told you, you look good in red lied to you... It looks garish on you." He said with disdain. The dress looks good on her actually but because Emma wore red in his dream, he instantly dislikes the color on her.
"You bought this dress for me as my birthday gift just yesterday!? How could you now say it looked garish on me Leo!?" She whined, hurt by his statement.
Leo felt a little guilty.
'God, why am I suddenly finding her voice very annoying when I've tolerated her for such a long time. Is it because of the dream? Because of a girl that killed my father? Something is wrong with me. I Must talk to grandpa as soon as possible before I go crazy.'
He made a mental note to inform his secretary to stop buying her sexy lingeries for birthdays. Better still, she should stop getting her gifts on his behalf since he's didn't want to keep her around for much longer.
She has served her purpose and getting married soon is the perfect opportunity and excuse to get rid of her.
"And you promised me we would celebrate my birthday today with our friends at the Night Owl... Do you remember that at least?" She asked, hoping that he would make good on the promise he made to her.
"I'm sorry I couldn't anymore. Something urgent suddenly came up and I need to talk to my grandpa about it"
"No now Leo! I already invited all our friends. We couldn't just cancel for just no reason..."
Leo sighed heavily. 'Was she even listening!?' He thought with frustration.
"I just told you something urgent just came up..."
"Why are you suddenly cold towards me!? It's my birthday for goodness sake and you're doing your best to hurt me, today of all days!? Is it because of her!?" She asked with tears in her eyes.
"Her!? Who do you mean by her?"
"The person you were begging not to leave you in your dream. Ayinke or whatever!?..." She screamed at him in anger.
"Here I am, begging for you to love me while you're begging some bitch not to leave you... Irony of life, right?" She laughed dryly with tears in her eyes.
"What kind of stupid name is that anyway? Who named their child Ayinke in this day and age? How could you pick such a backward person over me? What happened to taste and class?"
"You don't know what you're talking about and I definitely don't have time for your nonsense right now." He said as he casually walked towards the bathroom like all the emotions she just displayed wasn't about him.
"Excuse me. I need to go shower and meet grandpa"
"Leo wait, please! I'm sorry I screamed at you. I don't know what came over me. Don't do this to me, please. I won't question you ever again, please. It will be shameful if I don't show up at my own birthday party with my boyfriend!..." She desperately begged. Almost groveling on her knees.
"Okay, okay... We can go after I finished discussing with my grandpa..."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you..." She didn't allow him finish his sentence before cutting him off mid-sentence in relief.