The next morning, I got ready for the day. All dressed up in a fine outfit. It's not like am on duty today but I just need to pretend that I am – though am not dressed in my uniform.
I can't withstand another nonsense when I know he doesn't have class today.
Just look at him, seated on the couch smoking on one hand and writing something down on a book on the other hand.
Am sure those are new lyrics because he's mouthing words while reading something on the notepad.
I should be getting prepared for a house slash studio concert at the time I get back later.
If I like I don't return. I owe no one an explanation. It's my life. Today, am gonna make sure I find a good house.
No matter the amount of rent, I'll pay and live in it alone! Am rich. I can't be stingy to myself.
Since there's nothing to eat, I'll just grab a cup of coffee and cookies from the caffeine down the street.
At least, breakfast after somebody had drain my fridge.
I head for the stairs. I notice his presence in the living room but I just pretended like I didn't see anyone.
After what happened last night, I found it hard to sleep.
I was almost getting to the door when I heard...
"Anything can happen, if what happened last night happens again." He lifted his head from the notepad and straight at me. "I mean, the sleepwalking thing."
Shit me!
Did I sleepwalk again? How could I have forgotten how to lock my door with the keys? I usually sleep naked and that signifies that he actually did saw me naked last night when I was thanking God for saving me the opportunity of a kid not seeing my ass.
It's normal I wake up the next morning and find myself sleeping in the bathtub like a dead body in the casket. But this morning, I found myself sleeping peacefully on my bed and covered with the sheets.
What happened?
'Painful exit or gone so soon' would have being a better hashtag on my obituary postal if he had stabbed me than having this kind of embarrassment.
I flap my hands to my sides. "Great! Now that you have seen an older woman's nude, am sure your instincts are satisfied. It pulled out a show, didn't it? And it'd made a good impression. So, how was it?"
He rose his brow In a quizzical manner. "Pardon?"
"Come on, the sex of course?" I knew something might have happened while I was sleepwalking. It's obvious he touched me after what almost happened last night. "It was an opportunity for you to grab since it couldn't happen while I was sober."
I witnessed his lips pressed into a thin line and he stood up abruptly. "Look, Vagina…."
"Virginia." I corrected and cross my arms. Am not scared of him anymore, if he could finally get hold of my body while I was unconscious.
"Whatever you call your name. You were naked, yes! But I didn't touch you. What almost happened last night…."
"Wasn't a mistake, mhm mmm." I shook my head.
"Can you at least let me finish?"
I like it now that he has zero space. The least I expected him to do is to strangle my neck with a rope and I'd didn't care anyway if not for my daughter am living for.
I threw my little designer handbag on the couch next to me and fasten my sleeves open. I notice the gullet in his throat moving like he was gulping water after seeing my cool boobs in my bra.
"Should I go on?"
"Stop…"
Aww. Is his voice dieing down for just an ordinary boobs? Haven't he seen too much already last night? Let me just give him a free VVIP ticket to feed his eyes more.
"Don't worry…" I walk majestically to where he was standing.
I observe he was strickling like he'd be murder shortly.
"Vagina….. I closed my eyes when I took you upstairs to your room….."
Oh please, save it, dumbass.
He is probably just lying so I could stop undressing. He is pretending as if he wasn't the one who pushed me to the edge first. He is acting like he didn't purposely strip me half naked last night on the couch.
And finally, I got out everything I was wearing – leaving just a pair of navy blue bra and lacy underwear.
I place my hand behind my upper back and carefully unhook my bra without taking my gaze off his. I let it to fall to the ground and that made his wide eyes move from my face to my chest where my boobs were.
He look so much like a frightened rabbit. Why is he pretending? He is used to this type of show, isn't he? He is a professional. He is worse while I am better.
As I reach for the hem of my underwear, I felt a sudden pull from nowhere and I landed on the couch.
It was him.
He knelt on the couch, pinning my body down. My chest raced so fast like ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.
We stare into each other's eyes for what seems like hours. I hope he can read the things he sees in my eyes.
HATE. ANGER. DARKNESS. DISGUST!
Because I can only see one thing in his eyes and that is…..DESIRE.
"The next time you strip naked in front of me like this ever again…..I don't know what I might do. But one thing am sure about is….. fucking you till you bleed!"
I spat on his face and he tilt his head aside. "You're nothing but an imbecile. If not for the time of life, I could have had two of your mates as my kids by now. Bastard!"
The next thing I expect should be relating to what almost happened on the couch last night but it didn't.
He just stood up, grabbed his notepad and head for his room right away.
I also got up, changed into my outfit and dashed out of the house.