contract - Season 1 - Episode 50

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 50

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If you let me seat down, I’ll move.” He
said.

“Someone is seating here. Sorry.” She said
through gritted seat.

“You know, when I walked in and I saw you.
God! You took my breath away. And I
wondered, what is a beautiful woman like
you doing here all alone?”

Abena opened her mouth to reply but
someone else did that for her.
“She’s not alone.” Tobi said casually, folding
his arms angrily across his chest. “Now
excuse us.”

“And you are?” The man asked, offended.
“Mr. Tobi Ademi. Would you like further
introduction?”

The man became pale almost immediately
and began to stutter.

“Just leave. I don’t have time for this.” Tobi
said wearily and the man left quickly.

He sat down and turned to Abena. “You
seem to be catching the eye of every man
in the room.”

“Ew. I don’t catch eyes. Their really slimy.”

She joked and he just laughed and rolled his
eyes.

Runtown came up the stage to perform.
Then Tobi stood up and smirked at her.
“Would you like to dance?”
…

“I didn’t know a pregnant woman could
dance so well.” Tobi slurred.
Abena had to drive them home from the
club, because Tobi had drunk too much.
“I didn’t know you could be so useless.”
Abena replied, leading him towards the
house. “Keys.”
He fished out the keys from his blazer
pocket and gave them to her. She opened
the door, and let him walk in before she
walked in after him. After locking the door,
she turned around to see Tobi staring
intensely at her.
He stumbled towards her and placed his
hands on both sides of the door, trapping
her in the middle.
“Tobi? What are you doing?” She asked in a
whisper, ignoring her heart pounding
excitedly against her chest.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said in a husky
voice. He had leaned in, and was whispering
in her ear. “You’re always beautiful. So
perfect. I wish you were mine.”
Her heart quickened as he stared at her, at
her lips. She licked her lips in anticipation,
then remembered something.
He was drunk.

He wasn’t in his right senses and he
wouldn’t remember anything the next day.
He was already leaning in to kiss her, their
breaths already mixing. She interrupted the
moment with a nervous laugh, which caused
him to stand upright.

“Do you need help getting upstairs?” She
asked and he shook his head, acting like
nothing happened a minute ago.
She nodded and forced her legs to walk
away from him and towards the stairs.
But all she wanted to do that moment was
run back and kiss him senseless.
…

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” Tobi muttered to
himself as soon as Abena disappeared up
the stairs. He rested on the sitting room
door and buried his face in his palms.
Of course she didn’t want to kiss him. She
didn’t even like him.
The good thing was that he was tipsy, and
so she would think that he did it because he
drank too much.

He remembered her lips, and how badly he
wanted to kiss them. He would have done it.
He hesitated.
If it was another woman he would have
taken the chance, kissed her. But he knew
Abena wasn’t just any other woman.
She was far more than that.
…

The next day, Abena was in the kitchen,
making sweet potato porridge for lunch
while Tobi lay on the couch watching a
football match.

He had refused to go to work, even after
Abena tried to convince him that she was
fine. He had been working from home.
The doorbell rang.

“Abena!”
She hummed in reply.

“Get the door. It should be Chinwe, the
cleaning lady.”

She rolled her eyes at his bossy attitude but
went towards the door anyway. She didn’t
bother to check, but opened the door to
greet Chinwe, but it wasn’t her.
An elderly woman stood there, elegantly
dressed and behind her was a chubby young
woman who looked rich and overfed.
Abena’s heart raced and her palms became
sweaty. The resemblance was uncanny.
“Abena? Are you okay? Who is it?”
Tobi walked up to her and looked at the
woman. A broad smile appeared on his face.
“Mama. You didn’t tell me you were
coming.”
…