Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY Episode 31

Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY………. Episode 31
 
”You’ve been avoiding me.” I heard Nike’s voice say.
“What?” I said looking up. She was wearing a grey skirt suit with a black blouse. Her short skirt gave a generous view of her light skinned and s₱0tless legs. She looked stunning as always.
“No, I’m not. Just got a lot on my mind lately.” I said. I was sitting in the cafeteria having a cup of coffee as I went through the morning’s paper. I woke up feeling chills and a bit slow so I figured some caffeine in the system would help. I was so engrossed in what I was reading that I didn’t bother to look up when I heard the clack-clack of her heels in the tiled floor until she spoke.
She pulled a chair and sat close, staring at me. I could feel her eyes on me but I chose not to react. When she saw I wasn’t willing to say anything, she spoke.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asked. I looked up from my paper.
“How?”
“You’ve been avoiding me…”
“I…” I tried to cut in but she wouldn’t have it.
“… And don’t say you haven’t. I know when someone doesn’t want to talk to me. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
I sighed and leaned back on my seat. It was a few minutes past 8am and the buzz of office activity was just picking up. I was hoping to get a few moments of quiet before attacking the files on my desk but it wasn’t to be.
“You promised me we’d hangout and I’ve been waiting for you but it seems you’re not interested any more.” She continued, visibly agitated. I remembered that we’d spoken a few times since she returned from Kenya and I only made the offer for us to hang out on the premise that she would head back before we had a chance. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to be heading back any time soon so unconsciously, I’d been avoiding her.
“Its not that.” I said.
“Then what is it? You’ve never even dropped by my office to say hi…when we’re at meetings, you totally ignore me…after such meetings, you disappear before I have a chance to recover…”
“A close friend died.” I said, cutting her short. I watched as her expression went from sadness to shock, then sympathy. I was even surprised how those words came out from my mouth. I had received word last week about the passing on of a former neighbour. We weren’t that close but he was a cool dude.
“I’m so sorry.” She said taking my hand with genuine care in her eyes. I gave her most solemn look as I nodded sadly.
“Were you close?” She asked, her voice laden with concern.
“Like brothers.” I lied, soaking up her sympathy greedily and putting up my most mournful face. She drew her seat and closer and car-ssed my back.
“I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? I feel so insensitive coming here complaining. What can I do to make it better?” She asked.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be ok.” I said unconvincingly.
“Come on, just tell me…I’ll do anything.” She insisted in the most sincere way that I found sweet.
I hesitated. “I wouldn’t mind a few days off. I’d like to travel to pay my respects. I took a few days off last month so I know it may seem awkward asking for another this month.”
“Done.” She said smiling and car-ssing my hands. I managed to smile back when on the in,side, I felt like bursting. She was a darling of the director and besides, she once headed the HR Department so she still had a lot of clout there.
“Thank you, Nike.” I said gratefully car-ssing her hands when Malik barged into the cafeteria.
“Dude, what are you doing here…” He stopped when her saw Nike and I holding hands.
“Morning Nike.” He said, his voice sounding a bit stuffed as he attempted miserably to hide a smirk. She withdrew her hands from mine immediately and stood up.
“Malik.” She nodded before left the cafe. Malik waited for her get out of ear shot before he spoke.
“Mickey, Mickey!” He said, grinning mischievously. He sat down where she had just left and leaned back and surveyed my smiling face.
“What’s this smile for? Was she proposing to you?” He asked, laughing.
“Nope. I just got a few days off.” I said, grinning from ear to ear like a satisfied Cheshire cat, totally impressed with myself.
“How? You took a few days off like a month ago. Director no go even consider you at all till next year, wallahi!” He said.
“We shall see.” I said smiling confidently. “Why were you looking for me?”
“There’s a guy who wants to see you. He’s been at the waiting area for the past ten minutes.” He said excitedly. “People are saying he’s that Nigerian basket baller who plays in the NBA.”
“Huh?” I was dumbfounded.
“Suzanne is all over him right now.” He said laughing. I didn’t believe a word of what Malik said but I poured what remained of my coffee away and rushed towards my office with Malik struggling to keep up. Would that dude have the nerve to show his face here, I wondered.
I got to the waiting area in front of my office but the long chair was empty, so was the rest of my section. I felt cold rage grip me. Did he enter my office uninvited? I didn’t even look back to ask Malik where he was. I opened the door with anger expecting to see his intimidating form looking around my private space and tampering with my property but my office was just as I had left it.
I sighed in relief because I had no idea how I was going to react. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to stop myself from smashing my fist into his face. As I took some time to calm and regain my composure, I heard his infuriating baritone call my name.
“Well, if it isn’t the non-dancing Michael Jackson where he ekes out a living.” He said with derision.
I closed my fist regretfully, wishing we could just settle this thing he had for me with our fists once and for all. I turned around and looked at him. Suzanne and Phoebe, both basketball afficionados were fussing around him, giggling with such adoration that I found extremely silly. Malik and a few other colleagues barged into my office snapping away with their phones, tablets and iPads.
“You have a very bad habit of popping in places where you’re not wanted, don’t you Kunle?” I said quietly as I str-de to my seat.
“Oh, I think I’m wanted here.” He smiled at Suzanne and Phoebe who both giggled foolishly. Malik who had been watching with surprise moved into the office and extended his hand to Kunle.
“I’m Malik. I’m Mickey’s friend and most trusted colleague.” He said shamelessly.
I shook my head in disgust. He was a star and those who had seen him on TV never failed to remind him what a star he was. He shook hands with Malik while he gave me a ridiculous look.
“Would you excuse your groupies now? I haven’t got all day.” I said, switching on my laptop.
He sighed regretfully at Sue and Phoebe and bade them farewell. They blushed and giggled like kids who just got candy; it was infuriating. As the little crowd exited my office, Malik stayed on.
“You too.” I said, nodding to Malik.
“Come on!” He exclaimed disappointedly. He headed for the door and stopped when he stood next to Kunle. It was the most ridiculous thing I had ever seen. Malik was about 5’7 and looked like a Lilliputian where Kunle stood.
“I’ll be honoured to give you a tour of the office when you’re done here.” He said in his most patronizing tone.
“Malik!” I called again and he skipped out of my office shutting the door respectfully. Kunle watched all this with amusement on his face.
“Interesting people you work with.” He remarked.
“What do you want now?” I asked exasperated. “You don’t seem to have an ounce of respect for other people’s privacy.”
“Aren’t you going to offer me a seat.” He asked.
“Sit down if you want to and get on with it.” I said impatiently.
“Why are you being so mean to me? Ok, I took Çhristy from you but not many guys do that and provide you with a soft landing cushion, eh?” He said, grinning knowingly, and sitting down across my desk.
I raised my eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”
He leaned forward and smiled. “I’m talking about Chloe my man! You think I dunno you’ve been hitting that?”
“Hitting what? Dude, some of us actually have to work for a living…not chase a leather ball around so if you don’t mind…” I said.
“Ouch!” He said leaning back. He looked at me for a while in silence. “Ok man, you win. Whatever I had with Christy, you’ve destroyed.” He said, sighing.
It was my turn to be amused. I was exceedingly glad at this but I told myself not to trust this dude.
“Boo-hoo. So you’ve come to cry to me.” I said with disdain. He smiled.
“You’re still mad at me. With good reason too.” He said.
“Oh, I’m overjoyed with you.” I said with sarcasm. He stood up.
“I won’t take up more of your time. She didn’t send me here but I know she still loves you.” He paused and looked at me. I was flipping through some papers without seeing them as my heart thumped like it was going to jump out of my chest. I was acting like I wasn’t interested in what he was saying but my ears were working at full capacity.
“I’m just trying to show good faith here. I care about her and I just want to be sure that you’ll treat her right…”
“Get out.” I said quietly, looking up at him. He stared at me for a few seconds, smiled and left. I leaned back on my chair and  smiled from the bottom of my heart in a long time.
I got my three days leave approved later in the evening, thanks to Nike’s persistence and influence. She made it known that I owed her and she was going to collect, seeing that it was a weekend. I was so glad that I didn’t mind. I decided to give her a treat by taking her to the cinema to see a movie on saturday but she wanted my friday as well. Malik was so jealous that he made no attempt to hide it. He even went as far as passing a snide comment about banging management to curry special favours. He could be such a douchebag at times.
Nike and I left the office separately some few minutes after 8pm after we agreed that I’d leave my car behind. I left first and went to a bar close by so she could meet me up there as my boss was still very much around. She met me up a “bottle of red wine” later. She insisted we head over to her place in Lekki which was not too far from where the office was and movement was against traffic. She wanted to freshen up for the evening. Luckily, I always had a spare change of clothes in my car so I agreed it was a good idea. I strolled back to the office garage and retrieved a small duffel bag I always kept for such emergencies and she picked me up outside the gate.
I knew where her place was as I had driven her there before but I had never gone in,side. I didn’t want to but now that we did, I was impressed. She stayed in one of those expensive gated estates that had massive security protocols. She got me through the first without so much as a question from the heavily muscled, mean-looking guards that would have intimidated me any day. In fact, they were so deferential to her that I even detected a little awe in their faces when they looked at me. She was indeed the iron lady.
She drove into a brilliantly lighted mini-city with trees decorating the streets. This was one of the things that constantly surprises me about Lagos. I know what the state is capable of but it still surprised me a lot when I came to such places. The first thought that crossed my head was that this was an ideal place to raise a family. I wondered how much it would cost to own a house here. I needed to up my game!
“We are here.” Nike said cheerily jolting me back to the present. She had just driven into a flowered compound that held two parking spaces. Her new SUV, a BMW X6 was still under the tarpaulin. She had told me about it when she returned from Kenya but had never used it. The Toyota Camry went to the empty space.
“Nice place to live, this estate.” I said with admiration.
“You like it?” She asked smiling.
“I do. Very much.” Stepping out of the car, the air smelled different. It was scented with the pleasant aroma of all sorts of wide flowers. Very unlike the densely polluted Lagos air I was so used to.
“I hear one of the houses here will be coming up for sale real soon.” She said as she searched her bag for her keys.
“Really? Any idea how much?” I asked.
“I’ll find out. You want to buy?” She asked quite surprised.
“Wouldn’t mind if I could. ” I replied. “Just want to have an idea of how much it. Some of my friends may be interested as well.”
She opened her doors and led the way to a tastefully furnished apartment that any man worth his style would be proud of. From her exquisite leather seats, thick rug, pink-flowered curtains that matched the sparkling chandelier that hung on the ceiling, larva lamp, aquarium, ceramic urns to her monster HD TV screen.
“So what can I offer you? I remember you have an affinity for Jack.” She said, smiling coyly referring to last encounter.
“Jack is good.” I said smiling back, knowing at that point that we wouldn’t be going out anytime soon. She brought out a fresh bottle and handed it to me to break the seal. When I had done that, I poured a shot in,side the two glasses she set before me. She swallowed hers in a gulp and made a funny sound that made me laugh.
“I felt that! Now I know why you take it straight.” She exclaimed laughing.
“Its not the best every time though. Especially if you’re having more than a couple of shots.” I said, sipping on mine. There was a curious gaze on her face as she observed me.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked, mildly surprised.
“Nothing. I’m just glad you came with me. I had the idea that you never wanted to visit me here, especially as you made clear that you didn’t want me to visit.” She said.
“Well, you know why.”
“Yeah. Your girl…or is it girls?” She winked mischievously.
“Whatever.” I said laughing. I finished my drink.
“Let me show you around.” She said sweetly. She could tell by this time that I liked what I saw.
“Ok.” I said, shrugging. She took my hand and led me to the kitchen. You know those kitchens you see on MTV Cribs? Hers was straight out of it. A well-stocked double fridge attached to the wall, cabinets of polished hærd wood, sparkling utensils that seem to never have been used, marble floors and walls…it was all too much. What young, hustling man wouldn’t feel intimidated by all this. My respect for her skyrocketed.
“So what do you think?” She asked.
“What do I think? I’m amazed…overwhelmed. You’ve got mad style and you certainly know how to live it up.” I said sincerely.
She smiled shyly looking very pleased. “I don’t get to cook much though. I wish I had the time…or someone to cook for.” Her voice dropped as her face did.
A strong wave of emotions gripped me. It was a mixture of pity and sadness at how empty and lonely her life must be. She was an independent woman; strong and successful on the outside but yearning for something deep and passionate behind her shell of corporate success.
I held her face in my hands and k-ssed her. Her response was instantaneous; it was like she expected my reaction to her words. Her tongue was on fire as she took over the initiative and stung my l-ips with hot k-sses, violently probing my mouth and s-cking at my tongue, leaving me breathless. As I held on to her back, she acrobatically jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my wa-ist with automatic precision. I held on to her while k-ssing her l-ips, her neck line, nibbling her ear lobes, k-ssing the fleshy part of her chest while she mo-ned.
As things fired up, she tore at my shirt ripping off two buttons in the heat of the moment. The light sounds of the buttons as they bounced on the marble floor made me realise how quiet the house was. The rest of my clothing came off with ease as I struggled with hers. I was stark unclad with my c*ck hærd and throbbing while I struggled to get her off hers. She laughed at my urgency and assisted me in undressing her as bare as I was. Our hurriedly dispatched clothes was a blight on the tidy kitchen.
I ravished her br-asts with my mouth as she somehow continued to stroke my hærdness, making me lose my mind. I lifted her to the polished wood and when I entered her, she was well lubricated and shuddered with delight as the wh0le of me slid into her with minimal interference. As our synchronized movements became feverish and more animalistic, I felt the pressure build and withdrew immediately, eager to deliver a sterling performance on away ground.
I lifted her from the table and told her to point the way to her bedroom. She giggled and showed the way. We both knew that this was our destination all along…
 
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