It's three in the morning, Omolade who should have gotten enough rest, if not for the vigorous exercises she indulged in with Akin now felt bone tired. She wanted to use the few hours left before daybreak to rest and be mentally prepared for the task ahead since she knew it's going to be another busy day at the office.
Problem is, her mind won't allow her body the much rest it needed when it refused to shut down for the meantime. Instead, it kept thinking about Akin who has long since fallen asleep with his head resting on her laps while her fingers comb through his locks.
The man had just given her the best sexual experience of her life and it was mind-blowing! Now she couldn't take her eyes off his enthralling handsome face. She couldn't stop thinking about the way he kissed her, his gentle touch, his soft caress all over her body. She didn't blame her mind for not being able to rest. Which woman on earth would experience what she just experienced and would be able to forget in a hurry?
Omolade couldn't help but smile when she remembered that she didn't even know his name yet. Neither of them cared about introduction in the passionate heat of the moment. Her smile soon slowly slipped off her face when she remembered the last statement he said to her before his body succumbed to sleep.
"In all the twenty-nine years of my life, no woman has ever made me feel this great," he said.
Hearing what he said about what they just had made her feel excited and happy. It was the same experience for both of them after all. But learning that she was older than him knocked the happiness out of her entirely. Just when she was all ready to take things further with him. When she was already planning in her mind, how she would tell Emma not to bother picking her up again.
She would make up a story for him about her ride not being able to pick her up again just so he could offer to drop her off himself. Which was a perfect opportunity for her to get to know him better, thereby creating an opportunity for them to see each other again.
She already had it all planned out. Even though he admitted to being a player, it still doesn't matter to her. She just wanted sex from him anyway. In her entire life, she has never had an orgasm through coitus and he just gave her what no man had ever been able to achieve with her.
'He's twenty-nine and I'm thirty-five... That makes me six years older than him!'... Not one, not two years, but a whole six years! Oh god, this is so embarrassing. It's not right. I can't continue sleeping with a younger man... Why would he like an older woman when he could have his pick of young and beautiful ones?...' She thought and carefully eased her laps from under his head so she wouldn't wake him up. '
She watched his handsome features for a little while longer, resisting the urge to comb her fingers through his luxuriant locks again. She couldn't help but lay beside him, looking at him for a while before kissing him longingly for the last time. Then she left his bed for the room assigned to her. Now she prays Emma comes quickly before he wakes up.
Some hours later she was awakened by the buzzing sound of the phone vibrating against the bedside table. She picked the phone up and saw it was Emma calling her.
"Hello..." She answered with a voice still groggy with sleep.
"Hey, sis. I'm parked outside the gate."
"Oh, okay... I'll be right out," Omolade replied and yawned tiredly. She stepped out of bed and immediately walked towards the bathroom to pee and wash her face. When she was done, she looked around the room, inside the drawers and wardrobe for her clothes, and couldn't find them anywhere. Not even a fresh shirt and sleepers that she could borrow.
But there was a pen and paper inside one of the drawers. Maybe she should just leave him a note? She thought and scribbled some meaningless words down. The message was not entirely meaningless though, it wasn't just heartfelt. She sat on the bed for a little while with the note held in her hands. She felt an ache in her heart like she had just been heartbroken.
This is senseless Omolade! A man you've been with for five years was in bed with another woman, and you recovered this quick and immediately started lusting after a player. A much younger player! There's no way you can continue sleeping with him because you would eventually fall for him and he would surely break your heart.
She sighed sadly and neatly made the bed. She placed the note and phone on it before she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her. She glanced at his door for a second or two before making her way towards the stairs.
She checked the time and saw that it was almost 6:30 in the morning. Thank God she thought as she walked towards the huge gate. There's still enough time for her to shower and fix herself up for work since she usually resumes work by 8 am.
"A Bugatti Veyron!?" Omolade exclaimed excitedly when she got outside the gate and saw Emma waving at her through the car window. She opened the car door and sat down in the passenger's seat. "Wao sis!... When did you get this?" Omolade exclaimed.
Emma rolled her eyes upward at Omolade's questions. Instead of answering her question, she raised an eyebrow with a questioning look at the way her sister was dressed in an oversized t.shirt and no shoes on.
"I'm just a poor student who planned parties on the side for people sis! How could I ever afford a car like this!?"
"Yeah true, so where did it come from cos I know grandma would never buy this kinda baby" She asked, running her palm with appreciation all over the car's dashboard
"Well, it's a long story which we can't discuss right now... So what happened to you? You didn't pick any of my calls all through yesterday only to call with a strange number in the middle of the night. Now I can see the reason why..." Emma smile teasingly
"My sister came out of a house that is not her fiancee's, wearing a man's shirt with obviously nothing under it. Hmmm... I sure can guess what you've been up to but I'm going to wait patiently for the gist. Even though I badly want to know why you chose to run out of his bed instead of cuddling up to him all night and...
"Oh yeah?..." Omolade cut Emma off mid-sentence, laughing. "I thought you could wait patiently for the gist?"
"Well it's obvious I won't be getting the full gist right now, time is limited... And I don't want to think about it all day."
"Of course I understand. What a busy body you are!" Omolade smiled and then sighed deeply, forgetting about the Bugatti for the meantime. "It's a very long story, one that we need to discuss over a bottle... No, a bucket of ice cream. No more liquor during the week for me again... I don't know how you do it, drink all night and still be able to function properly during the day"
"Neither do I..." Emma smiled. "Since we both have long stories to talk about, when do we meet?... I have to be at the Salvadorian Empire, I'm resuming work today."
"Hmmm... Omolade nodded her head knowingly with a smile "Does this car by any chance belong to your fiance?"
"Yeah. Where else do you think I could have gotten it from? Like you said, Grandma would never buy such a sleek and powerful baby..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Now I'm no longer interested in the car... That smile on your face though... You slept with him again didn't you? Omolade asked incredulously while Emma continue to smile sweetly
"Omg Emma! You should see your face. You looked like a new bride..." Omolade laughed "But how?... We saw each other yesterday morning... How did you both manage to do it this fast?... Is there maybe some kind of magnet on you that attracted him..." Omolade trailed off while they both laughed.
"I'm a fine one to talk..." Omolade said when their laughter died down. "He's going to be your husband anyway but me?... I just slept with a man that I know nothing about, not even his name."
"Well, I'm not surprised... I guess it runs in the family." Emma replies and they both laughed again