1 SMOOTH GUY

Chapter one

Tunde walked up to the lady sitting alone by the bar, she looked lonely and could use some company.

"Hello pretty, care if I buy you a drink?"

"I already bought my own drink and if I need a refill I sure can afford it" the lady replied him not looking too happy with his gesture, as she went back to doing whatever she was doing on her phone, before he interrupted her. He could she was really lonely but was only trying to hide behind the façade of being busy. Who comes to a bar just to get all busy on their phones? She needed to be rescued from her loneliness.

"Well I never said you couldn't afford to buy yourself a drink, I was only trying to buy a beautiful lady a drink but it seems I came to the wrong lady, so I would back off" Tunde said as he turned to leave.

"wait.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that"

Tunde turned to face her "it's fine, you are having a bad day I guess?"

"you have no idea" the lady replied as she downed her remaining drink and placed the empty glass on the counter "now you can buy me a drink"

"Okay, what would you like to have?" He asked as he sat on the bar stool next to her.

"same drink I just finished having, a martini" she replied popping the cherries from her previous drink into her mouth seductively.

"Can we have double of what the lady just had?" Tunde said to the bartender.

"I'm Tunde" he extended his hand to the lady, who took it in a firm handshake "Bola"

"Nice to meet you Bola, so what is a pretty lady like yourself doing alone all by herself in a bar?"

"when did it become a crime for a lady to come to a bar by herself?"

"I never said it was, but a beautiful lady like yourself is not supposed to be seen in such a place by herself"

"Oh really? So you think I can't protect myself if harm were to come my way? Why because I'm a woman?"

"no, but because those beautiful hands can be used for better things instead being used to ward off trespassers"

"And have who do the warding off for me, you I guess?"

"well if you would let me, why would I refuse? I mean what man in his rightful senses would?"

"Then you haven't met my ex"

After three glasses of martini and 5 different shots of vodka, Tunde had gotten to know that Bola's boyfriend just recently broke up with her simply because he thought she wasn't his soulmate and she was at the bar to mourn her broken relationship of two years.

Throughout all these, Tunde tried to seem interested in her, he maintained eye contact, gave his sympathy where it was needed and was creative in directing the conversation in an interesting manner. But all this time all he wanted was to take her home and get her laid. He had a bet with his stupid friends who had him bet his 2020 Range Rover Autobiography on her. If he couldn't take her home he would have to kiss his car which wasn't even up to a month old goodbye. That was his newest baby and he wasn't ready to part with her yet. His friends knew how crazy he was about his cars so they made him bet with it. How he managed to himself into such stupid games still baffles him. The bet will be won once they see him leaving the bar with the lady.

''thank you Tunde''

''for what?'' Tunde looked up from his drink which he has been nursing for over ten minutes, he didn't want to have another drink, the last thing he wanted was to risk getting drunk.

''for listening to me whine about my ex. not all guys would do that''

''well I figured you needed to get it off your chest and needed someone to talk to''

''thank you so much''

''you are welcome, I'm glad to be at your service''

They both kept quiet for a while, listening to the music playing and watching people vibe to it on the dance floor.

"hey Bola what do you say we take this party somewhere else?"

"like to your place you mean?"

"I was actually thinking a more calmer lounge"

Bola was immediately washed with shame "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking I…"

"no it's okay, if you would like to come know my place that's totally fine"

Who was he kidding? He wanted her at his place, naked on his bed. He was only trying to manipulate her into thinking her following him home was her idea and not his, in that way it lessens the guilt of him trying to explain to her the next morning why they can't be together because it was just meant to be a fling.

"No I think I will just go home"

"Come on Bola, you know you want to come, and I said it's okay, no biggie"

And that was all the persuasion Bola needed before she threw herself at Tunde and slammed her lips against his.

"hey I thought we were going to save all that until we got home?" he asked as he disengaged from the kiss and fished out his phone from his pocket , dialed his driver's number and asked him to come take them home.

Few minutes later, after Tunde had said goodbye to his three crazy friends, he was at the back seat of his Range Rover making out with Bola, who kept moaning loudly from every of Tunde's touch.

When they got to his place, he came down and opened the door for Bola who latched at him with her lips immediately she got down from the car.

"Hey easy, we have all night remember?"

"stop talking and kiss me already"

Tunde obliged her, they kissed as they walked to the door, which Tunde managed to open while Bola kept attacking him with her lips.

They couldn't make it to the bedroom before Bola stripped herself off the gown she was wearing. So they had sex on the couch, thankfully Tunde had condom in his jean pocket.

After different rounds of sex and talking late into the night; Tunde carried Bola into the bedroom where they had another round of sex before drifting off to sleep.

They say when your eyes are closed and someone was staring at you, you would know. This was Tunde's case, he opened his eyes to see his mother seated on the chair in his bedroom staring at him. He cleaned his eyes thinking he was in a dream but that only made her look clearer.

He quickly got up "mother?"

"you had better stand up from that bed before I pour you both this water I'm holding in my hands" indeed she was holding a glass of cold water.

Tunde quickly tapped Bola who was still sleeping, she stirred and tried to sleep again.

"young lady you had better get dressed and be on your way if you don't want cold water poured on you this cold harmattan morning" his mother advised.

The moment Bola heard the older woman's voice, she quickly got up and was embarrassed to find her seated in the room and staring at her.

"what... Tunde who is this?" she asked in confusion.

"His mother! Now you had better get dressed and leave before I call the security to throw you out"

A confused Bola looked at Tunde for explanation "I'm sorry Bola, just go I will call you later okay?"

"No he won't" his mother said

"Mother, do you mind?"

"I give you two minutes to get dressed and meet me in the sitting room" his mother turned to leave not without giving a warning look to Bola who was already scampering to look for her clothes which were in the sitting room so Tunde had to get dressed and go bring them for her.

"I'm so sorry Bola, I never meant for her to come in here"

"yeah sure, I understand your mum always comes to your room to check up on you every morning, for morning devotion I presume?''

"No Bola you are misunderstanding th.."

"Please spare me your explanation, the last thing I need in my life is a mama's boy" Bola stormed off immediately she was done dressing up. An angry Tunde followed suit to go talk to his mother in the sitting room.

"mother what was the meaning of that? How can you just barge into my house like that? How did you even get my keys?"

"Tunde Makinde, you won't be rude to your mother"

"rude? Mother you are the one who came into my house uninvited, you are the one who barged into my bedroom and almost caught me having sex"

"will you shut up that your stupid mouth, you think you are all grown and above spanking? Any more disrespectful word from that mouth of yours and you wouldn't believe what I would do to you"

Sometimes Tunde can't believe his mother, how she does something wrong and still ends up bullying you into apologizing for her own wrong is beyond him.

"I'm sorry mother" he said begrudgingly.

"That's more like it, now come sit down because we have something important to talk about.

"what could that be mother?"

"Your father asked you to get married or get ready to be cut off from your inheritance"

"what? Is that a joke or something?"

"no it's not and you have only 3 months or you will be left with nothing!"