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Obi felt his blood boil, his eyes red as he charged towards Greg to add another bruise to his already bruised face when he heard a panicked voice say: "stop" almost hyperventilating.
As Ifeoma stormed out from her hospital room, she gasped in shock as Obi's fits almost made its way to Greg's face. "Stop" she shouted. She was almost hyperventilating.
Thankfully, Obi brought down his hands. She couldn't be more grateful. She wasn't prepared for another fight especially as Greg was yet to recover.
"Ify are you okay?" Greg asked with an exaggerated concern as he made his way towards Ifeoma who hasn't yet recovered from the shock of the fight that almost broke out.
"Lay you hands on her and you would be sorry" Obi said in a raising tone.
Involuntarily, Ifeoma stepped back. She hadn't meant to step back, it was just her reflex coming into play.
"Greg I'm fine" she said without looking Greg on the face. She bowed down her face as she said that. Maybe because she didn't want him to see the fear, concern and confusion plastered on her face. It was better this way because no one would get hurt.
Obi was silently foaming and sulking. Trying his absolute best not to loose control again. It was going to be a blood bath if he did. "We're leaving here now" he finally said.
"Yes yes" Ifeoma had already concluded to leave with him for his house. Not like she liked the hospital. She just wanted to think and maybe see Greg before she leaves. Guess everything is already settled in an awkward way. She thought to herself.
Greg was exasperated, disappointed, flabbergasted everything but okay. He had hoped to get some more time with Ifeoma for his plans to work. Coming to see Ifeoma now was also a part of his plan. He had gotten an Intel from his men about Obi's arrival and like he expected, Obi went berserk on sighting him. Ifeoma leaving was something he didn't see coming.
"I'll just get my bag and phone" Ifeoma made for the door without waiting for a reply from either of the men.
"Stay away from my wife" Obi said as he also made for the door to ifeoma's hospital room. As he touched the door handle Greg moved towards him and whispered in his ear: "your wife? Yea right. You think I don't know the circumstances that lead to this sham and phony-baloney of your marriage to her... Watch your back Mr Obi, because, I always get what I want" Greg chuckled before he walked away. Obi tightened his fits.
Inside the hospital room, Ifeoma sat on the bed, her palm on her face as she tried to comprehend everything that has being happening. She heard the squeak of the door closing but she didn't lift her head. She already knows to whom the fragrance belonged to. Her favourite smell.
"Are you reconsidering your decision" Ifeoma didn't even move a muscle nor make a sound. It was as thou Obi was talking to himself.
Obi moved closer, he made to touch her, to run his fingers on her breaded hair that cascaded down her back, some covering her face but he didn't, he just couldn't.
"Look I'm sorry okay. Shit! I know I've being an ass but... I just... Usually... I don't know what..."
"Let's go" Ifeoma said standing up. This recent Obi was all new to her. She patiently waited to hear what he wanted to say but it seems he also doesn't know what he wants to say. Already had enough, she decided it was better they just leave already.
Obi immediately stood by her side to help her stand but she shoveled him off.
"I'm fine on my own" she stood upright walking towards the door.
"At least let me help you with this" Obi said as he collected her hand bag. It was a nut move he knows. He didn't even know why he did that. Ifeoma didn't object but he could see the surprise on her face. Scrap it! He's done far worse since the supermarket.
They drove home in a broken silence and awkwardness. Each wanted to talk but didn't have the words. Silence became golden. It was better this way.
It's being three days since the hospital and the communication between them only improved by a percent. Like, Obi helping Ifeoma take her drugs. Asking about her health. Eating together and the most surprising; sleeping together. Yea right. After they came back from the hospital, Obi to ifeoma's shock tentatively moved to his formal room which Ifeoma have being occupying after their wedding.
Say shocked, was an understatement, Ifeoma was flamouxed. She even felt her baby dance in surprise when Obi showed up to her room that night. He didn't say a thing or utter a word. He just lay on the bed like it was normal, like it's how it's always being.
Not like she was not happy. She just didn't understand Obi's recent change. She was also scared of when he would leave her lonely again.
Currently, laying on the bed Ifeoma turns and tosses in discomfort. Her baby was really kicking her hard this night. She tried as much as possible not to disturb Obi who was laying on his back some inches away from her until 'thump!' Her legs hit Obi on his thighs just an inches away from his groin.
"Do you want to destroy my generation" Obi said snapping his eyes open.
"Hmm, I am so sorry, it was a mistake... I... Her words was muffled as Obi's mouth came crashing on hers. She could swear she felt the butterflies. Again, like before and always he surprises her with his fantastic taste.
"Are you okay?" Obi said as he pulled out.
"Hmmm... I just need to breath... I am surprised... You know..." Ifeoma tried to make a sentence as she gasped for air. The kiss was overwhelming.
"I don't mean the kiss. I mean you... Are you okay? You've being tossing on the bed" he had a look of concern and care on his face. He really hoped she was.
Ifeoma's face was as red as tomatoes. She hoped Obi wouldn't notice the brush on her face. After breathing in for the umpteenth time in just few minutes "yea, the baby..."
"Let me make you feel better" again he smashed his mouth on hers. Kissing, sulking, licking. He just couldn't get enough of her. He has craved her taste after their moment at the pool. He had imagined what it would be to be instead her again. This time sober.
The kiss wasn't gentle at all, he wanted her to feel him... He slurred his tongue into her mouth forcing her to open her mouth wider for him, to take him in...
"Aha" a moan escaped her mouth. This kiss was nothing like they've shared. She tried her best to meet up to his pace, she gave all she could. She wished she was a match for him but still she tried her best.
Soon they were both naked. Ifeoma didn't even know how. It happened like magic. "Aha" she moaned as Obi kissed, bite, licked on her thighs.
"Let's see how wet you're for me" Obi said as he teased her folds. She squirms in passion. "Aha you're dripping for daddy... Good girl" Obi continued to tease her folds with his fingers.
"Now let me give you a reward for being such a good girl" he knelt down and took her in with his lips.
Ifeoma felt an electric shock, the feeling was heavenly. "Aha... Omigod.." she continued to moan as Obi continued to lick and eat her.
He soon began to play with her clitoris as he licked and sucked. "Pour it all out for me baby... Let it rain... You taste so good..." He increased his pace with his mouth and hand and soon Ifeoma climaxed.
"That's it baby...." He licked her up. He soon came hovering above her and took her lips. "Now taste yourself in my mouth... Taste how great you are..." He captured her lips like he was in a haste. For Ifeoma, it was a whole lot to take in especially as he continued to rob his manhood on her entrance.
"I'll enter you slowly now. Tell me if it hurts" Obi said in a rushed tone. Ifeoma just nodded not like she could make a speech even if she tried.
Obi went in and out until he finally thrust into her. "Aha" Ifeoma cried out. Unshed tears stung on her eyes.
"You're so tight... Are you okay..?.Do you feel pain....?" He still haven't moved.
"I'm fine" Ifeoma said in almost inaudibly. Obi took that as the permission to go ahead. He let her adjust to his size before he began to plunge her. Slow at first to enable her adjust to his seize then his pace skyrocketed. "You feel so good. I'm going to take care on you" he smashed his lips in her right breast as he fondled the other.
The feeling was indeed a painful pleasure for Ifeoma. Again, they've become one. Flesh to flesh, breath to breath. Ifeoma continued to moan as obi took her to cloud nine over and over again.