Nosa will date any man for the right price. Find out why.
Ivy calls me this morning before light. She sounds drunk and scary. What am I going to do with this girl? I don’t even know where she says she’s at and I can’t imagine taking my new car to go get her. Puking in my car!
I check the time. 6AM! Not as early as I thought.
“Ivy, see! Are you in your house?”
She gives a slurred response I don’t understand. I only wish I can throw this girl away once and for all. But when I first came to Lagos, and my boyfriend at the time dumped me, she accommodated me and showed me around town. Even this exclusive club where I met Luke is thanks to her.
“You know what, just go to your house, I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay,” she says.
I hang up and get into the bathroom. One habit I formed since I was young; I can’t leave my house without taking a bath. I pick my car keys from inside my wardrobe, and step out just as Femi approaches.
This early? I arch an eyebrow but the look on his face, his swag, the tilt of his sensual lips melts me down.
“Good morning. I wanted to catch you before you leave. Sorry for being so early.”
All in one breath, a combo of his voice and appeal.
“Well, I don’t go out so early normally. Come inside.”
Oh yeah, I invite him in, instead of asking him to come back later. For a moment I forget all about Ivy. How does this guy do it?
We stand awkwardly in my parlour gawking at each for several seconds. Then I straighten, trying to shake this lovestruckedness, if ever there is a word like that, off my shoulders.
“I’m going to see a friend, I think she got into trouble.”
His voice softens. “Trouble? Do you need me to come with you?”
My mouth drops open. “Huh, isn’t that too much stress? I mean, I was going to leave you to finish up the sink—”
“Actually, I finished it yesterday. I cooked up the story to get another opportunity to see you.”
This is the exact minute I should shoo him away. I can’t have anything to do with him. But my lower lip sags and I stare at him as though he is cupid or something.
He steps toward me. “Nosa, there can’t be anything between us. I—” he licks his lips. “I took time to think about this. We’ll only hurt each other.”
So he’s being the adult because I can’t find my senses. At least, someone is thinking.
He runs his forefinger over my cheek and yes, it’s what I thought would happen. I’d like his touch.
“You’re so beautiful, and successful. And I know someone like you will have a boyfriend.” He drops his hand from my face. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
I nod. I need to get my voice back, and my act together. “I do.” I drag in a deep breath. “You’re right.”
“Huh!” He runs his hand over his head. “What am I going to do? I want to see you again.”
“I don’t know Femi.”
He pulls me into his arms. “I know it’s going to be tough on you but—I don’t know. A boyfriend! I shouldn’t have come here today.”
He shakes his head. “And I’ll have to meet your boyfriend?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I’ll take friendship with you over nothing.” He lowers his head.
My phone rings jarring me out of this foolishness, and a first kiss with Femi. “Ivy.”
He frowns. “Ivy?”
“My friend in trouble.” I hurry to the door. “You can finish up the sink before I return.”
I’m out of the door before he answers. Before I remember he said he finished the sink yesterday. Before it dawns on me he’ll be there when I get back because he won’t know what to do with my keys even if he locks the house.
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