Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5
*OUR SWEET MOMENT *
After a while, he broke the wall of silence and we chatted and laughed for quite a long time.
I decided to question Jeff about his younger brother.
“Did he resemble you?” I asked.
He responded, ” A little bit but he was more handsome than me and still schooling. My brother want to become an actor like Ramzy Noah or Majid Michel.”
“Oh, I see.”
I realised he said he has only one sister but he told me earlier that his younger brother was staying with him. Could he be telling lies? Maybe I should ask him for clarification.
“You told me you have a younger brother but now you said you have only one sister. I don’t understand.”
Jeff laughed out loudly and said, ” it’s true I said that. What I was trying to tell you is , I have a younger brother but I also have one sister, meaning I wished my parents will give birth to another girl but for now , I have an only sister in addition to my younger brother, the only girl among us two boys. She was staying with my mum.
Ok.Ok. I got it. So in all you are three. Two boys and one girl?
That’s right, Caro. He said.
After settling that issue, we watched a Nollywood movie titled “MY TRICKY HUSBAND
In the movie, Stella had an issue with her husband whom she suspected to be cheating on her.
She bought a new SIM card and created another account and called herself Lucy. She then sent her husband a friendly request on an online dating site.
As expected her husband accepted the friendly request because she used another lady’s picture (Mira
belle) as her Displayed Picture.
They started chatting on the dating site and eventually arranged to meet in order to formally know each other in real life. She told Marcus to meet her in the Golden Tulip Hotel the next day at 8.00 p.m. Stella made an arrangement with Mirabelle to meet her husband so that while they entered the hotel, she would catch them ‘ red handed.’
That evening, Mirabelle went to the hotel to meet Stella’s husband.
Stella waited for 15 minutes before entering the hotel estimating that if they use 5 minutes to kiss and fondle, then within the next 10 minutes they might have gotten closer to the ‘real game.’ She was full of smile, imagining how her husband will be shocked when she caught him in action.
She went to the hotel and was rather shocked. Her husband had not turn up at the hotel as scheduled. Did Mirabelle warn her husband? She doubted it.
Disappointed, she went home only to see her husband watching TV. He was laughing at her. Stella felt embarrassed.
she was been beaten at her own game. Then it ended with the couples living happily ever after.
There is a popular saying that appearance can be very deceptive. Jeff was a very handsome guy but was he deceiving me about his family and his own profile? The more I questioned myself about Jeff, the more my skeptism about
him deepened but my love for Jeff had superimposed any logical deliberation or meticulous analysis of the handsome guy in front of me. Come to think of it. Is it by coincidence that the movie we watched had been titled ” MY TRICKY HUSBAND?”
Could my Facebook boyfriend be a tricky boyfriend?
Watching that movie made me sad and happy at the same time. I began to wonder which type of guy Jeff would be; carefree, friendly or wicked. Then Jeff said,” Marcus is very tricky.”
I kept looking at Jeff and asked him, are you like Marcus?”
He answered, ‘ C’mon, babe , give me some credit. You know I’m not. I mean look at me. Do I look or sound like Marcus?”
I answered, “No, but how come a cute rich guy of 25 years is still single.?”
He sounded emotional, “Mmm, it’s because of you ladies of nowadays.
Jeffery: You don’t keep one guy. That’s why I’m still single. My last girlfriend broke my heart.
Me: I’m so sorry to hear that. By the way, what is her name?
Jeffery : Yes. Is there anything wrong with the name?
Me : Not really. Just that the name sound odd to me.
Jeffery : Why?
Me : I’m sure it’s not a Ghanaian name.
Jeffery : No. It’s not.
Me : Where From Her?
Jeffery : Senegal.
Me : Senegal? Why did you decide to date a Senegalese girl when you have an thousands of “Female fishes” in the the bachelor ocean of Ghana.
Jeffery: Mmmm. The Ghanaian female ‘fishes’ are very greedy and dangerous.
Me : hahaha.
Jeffery : Look. I dated some girls from Ghana. I realized dating a Ghanaian girl is like taking care of an orphan. Everything must be taken care of by you.
Me : Is that your worry?
Jeffery : No. I can’t take care of any girl. My worry is, this girls don’t really love me. They are in to spend my money and go.
Me : ummm. But you also taste their “feminine pie” before they go?
Jeffery : You see, that is the problem. If You give me that “thing” just because you want my money, what does that make you? A prost******?
Me: Plssss. It’s ok. So what do you want from Me?
Jeffery : Wrong Question. It takes two to tango. The real question is , what do we want in this relationship? Not ” I” Always remember the first person plural when taking about relationships.
Me : Yes, Marriage Counsellor.
We laughed out so loudly that I didn’t know how I found my head lying on his masculine chest.
He stared at me too. Our mouths locked in kisses. I drew very close to him and said , “I love You, Jeff.
Jeff also said, “I adore you, Carol, I value you so much.”
That sounded reassuring to Me.
So now that we finish watching the movie, what else are WE going to do? I asked. He looked at me and said, it’s time to sleep.
“Sleep?” I asked.
“Yes, Sleep. What else do you want us to do.” He asked.
I said “nothing.”
Secretly, I was asking myself, “is this guy really going to prove
the law of attraction wrong?”
He looked quite amused, and said, “Don’t worry, I will give you what you desire in your heart. Tell Me, what do you desire?
I was quiet for a few minutes and then said , ” I kept quiet because you have asked the wrong question. The right question should be ” What do WE desire?
He laughed and said, I see you are using my own words against me now. Don’t worry. I surrender.
He pulled me towards himself and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. Then there was a chain reaction. He moved from my waist to my bootylicious ass to caressing the back of my plump thighs to changing direction to the front and advancing towards the ‘soft spot’ between my thighs.
I knew exactly what he was targeting. When he reached his target, he unlocked the gate of paradise and passed it down to the abyss of joy until he reached the temple of pleasure. After a few minutes of ‘sexploration,’ he catapulted me to the acme of o----m.
In that gleeful moment, the two of us became one unified being, totally cemented in love, one body, one sound, one spirit, one mind and one heart.
It happened live in the confines of the hotel room, witnessed only by the walls and perhaps, Cupid the God of love who may have been awoken when we knocked on his
temple of pleasure. He became the final arbiter to the eros he had implanted in our hearts.
Exhaustion crept in as we expended our energies.
Beads of sweet broke on our skin, an evidence of what had just happened between two young hearts. We sprawled on the bed naked as the day we were born.