I feeling an incoming headache because of what is happening and my strange reactions towards it. I look up to see Malachi still looking at me. He looks like he wants to laugh but he is fighting it.
Fucking ass. I glare at him and he bursts out laughing.
First big emotion I have received from him. He looks absolutely beautiful when laughing.
"you should see your face dude." He gasps.
"what? What's wrong with my face?" I tap my face feeling self conscious. He successfully swallows down his laughter.
"nothing. You're good." He says.
"excuse me." The cursed waiter returns with our drinks. She puts down our order and leaves, but not before throwing a wink at Malachi.
He picks up his drink and takes a sip before turning to me. "do you really think I should hook up with her?" he asks, looking as if he is fishing for something.
Deep down, I don't feel good about the idea of him going after the girl so I go for the truth. I will digest that bit later. "no I don't think you should." I say, feeling ashamed at my admission.
He nods and keeps on drinking without asking why I said no. Maybe he knows I didn't have an answer to the why.
"so what's happening? How's business going?" he asks after a while.
I take a sip of my drink before responding. "work has been going smoothly. How about you?"
"yeah, work is excellent. Just me and my brains."
I laugh. "yeah that's true." I wait a bit before asking. "why are you more sociable today. The first time we met, you were a literal brick wall."
A small smile paints his lips. He just shrugs without answering.
"are you seriously not going to tell me?" I ask, exasperated.
He only laughs.
"so, are you in a relationship?" he ask instead.
"no I'm not." I say wondering why he's asking. Honestly, relationship isn't for me. The few time I tried dating, the girls always seem to complain about my bluntness. They said I am very rude and hard to relate with.
"why not?" he asks, looking confused. "you're incredibly good looking, wealthy and sociable. You should have girls all over you."
Jesus Christ. The compliment sends blood rushing to my head and to my um cheeks too. I'm glad I'm dark skinned or else he would have known. "um, yeah…. There are girls." That's all I can say currently. Its as if I cannot make out proper sentences anymore. This is far from the first time I've received a complement from someone, but this is the first time I had a visceral reaction to it
"wow, there are girls. Good to know." He says, sarcastically.
I glare at him. "well, what about you?" I throw the question back.
"well, there are girls….. and boys too." He says. His hand moving to rub his jaw and my eyes track the movement until my mind catches on what he said. My mouth drops open.
"huh? What do you mean boys too.?" My mouth feels dry.
"what don't you get? Do you want me to spell it out for you?" he asks before moving closer a bit. "i meant that I like to fuck both girls and boys."
My mouth drops open again. He's bisexual? He says he fucks boys too. I mean I shouldn't care about his sexuality right? I shouldn't care about where he chooses to stick his dick into but here I am, imagining him doing sexual activities and unfortunately for me I start feeling hot. Shit.
"do you have a problem with it?" he asks with confusion painting his face.
Thank God, his question snaps me out of the dirty pit my mind is at. "what? No. not at all. Who ever you choose to fuck is not my business." I quickly clarify.
"are you sure? You almost look horrified there for a second." He asks looking cautious. "if you are disgusted its okay though, we'll just have to stop this friendship with immediate effect. I don't hang out with homophobes."
"no dude. I promise. I wasn- I am not horrified. I honestly just thought of something else." I say because I feel far from disgusted. Very far its actually worrisome.
"okay then. It isn't me related?"
It totally is. "not it's not."
"okay." I have a feeling he doesn't believe me.
I watch him drink and my mind wanders back to what he just said. He's bisexual. Wow. I look him over and I just have to say he's the most elegant person ever. Just so classy. My phone beeps and I look down at it to see I've received a message from the girl Gabe connected me with. She's asking why I didn't come with Gabe. Seeing as I am not going to reply her, I put my phone on silent before resuming my obsessive staring.
Malachi's gaze is questioning so I reply. "its just a girl a friend of mine set me up with."
His brow raise higher. "then why are you here instead of having a good time with her?" he asks looking amused.
"I am having a good time." I say defensively.
"are you sure?" he asks as he swirls his glass. "I think you would have enjoyed spending time with her more than with me."
"that's for me to decide."
"true." He nods. "so, I've heard about you."
My heart skips a bit. "what? What have you heard about me?"
He chuckles. "hmmm. That you're the second child of the Adesina's family."
"yeah-"
"that you're incredibly rude and obnoxious."
Jesus. Is that what people are saying about me? That's horrible. Its not as if I'm that bad. "no. where di-"
"I saw it in the reviews on your business page." He says looking smug. "though, I find it quite fascinating how you seem so different from the way you are portrayed online."
"hey, that's not true." I argue.
"what's not true?"
"what those people are saying about me."
"so, you weren't the one fighting on those clips posted on social media and some news articles? There are even some pictures of you with cuffs on you."
"oh um. Yeah that's…. me." Shit. My first impression has gone to shit.
He laughs. "bro, its okay. I'm not your father." He looks at me intently before saying. "you just seem so different from all that."
"I'm usually not like that all the time. Only when angry." I defend weakly;.
"so you have anger management problem?"
"not really. I know how to manage my anger just fine."
"so why do you always get into so much trouble?"
I shrug. I get into so much trouble because a lot of people are shitty and self-centered. They always seem to care about themselves. Why should I permit other peoples flaws when they'll be quick to crucify me if I do the same. That's why If anyone gives me a dirty attitude, I double and send back. I don't say all that though. "I don't know."
"you do know. You just do not want to share."
I laugh. "well yeah. You're right. I don't want to share." I say while downing the rest of my drink. I check the time and its almost eleven o'clock. And I get disappointed because the night is almost over.
"its late. I should be heading home now. I've got work tomorrow." Malachi says while waving that same waiter over.
"You works Saturdays too?"
"yeah, I work on Sundays too sometimes, depends on the patients I have."
"that's really impressive. I could never."
He laughs at that. When the waiter comes he tries to pay for our drink but I refuse.
"I drank more, so I should pay." He says confidently.
"okay. You win then. But I'm paying next time." I say while withdrawing my card.
He pays and we both get up and walk out the door towards the car park.
"it was absolute refreshing hanging with you today." He says while heading to a car. A fancy ass sleek black car.
"yeah. It was." I say while drinking him in. He really looks good. I really need to get myself checked out. Why the hell I'm I ogling a man for Christ sake.
"see you some other time Tobi." He says while getting into his car before driving off.
I stand there watching his car drive into the street and I just have a feeling that his presence will definitely change something big in me.