Love rivals

"Would you like to come with me to a party at the Night Owl club?" Omolade asked Emma when they've finally gotten all the mushy and sentimental talks out of the way.

"Yeah, why not? I've been studying all day and I could use a break." Emma replied with a smile.

Even though it's the eve of her internship interview at the Salvadorian empire, she could still manage to stay out for a couple of hours.

She understood she and Omolade needed to do something fun together to catch up on lost times and bring good vibes between them.

"So what kind of party is it?" Emma casually asked.

"Two of my dear friends are getting married to each other. So we the committee of friends organized a bachelor cum bachelorette kinda party for both of them."

"Cool... Lemme quickly go shower then. Be right back." Emma got up and moved towards her bedroom then turned back again.

"Oh, I've not introduced you to my friend. Lemme go get her." She called Abby's name as she walked towards her room.

"Abbyyy!... Come meet my sister."

Emma was surprised at how easily the word sister rolled off her tongue. Abby was right, after all, her heart felt lighter, since she has unburdened some of the negative energies she abhorred towards the members of her family.

Abby walked out of her own room, and Emma immediately took her arm as they walked together towards where her sister was sitting.

"Abby meet my elder sister Lade... Lade, my best friend Abby"

After the introduction has been done, Emma left Omolade and Abby to chat with each other before going to her room to shower.

In the shower, Emma couldn't help the sweet, tingling sensations that were slowly brewing inside her as her body reacted to the loofah she was using to gently scrub all over her wet, soapy, and slippery body.

She recognized those sensations so well. She was getting turn on. She watched as her nipples hardened in response as she used the loofah to caress her chest down to her belly, thighs, and other erogenous zones that would usually get ignored whenever she helped herself get sexual relief.

While she was caressing herself all over, a name suddenly popped out of nowhere into her head and slipped out of her mouth...

''A.D.E.M.I.D.E''

'Where did that come from?' She wondered in her head but couldn't be bothered to think further about it as she was already getting consumed by the flame of hot passion that was coursing through her veins.

Eyes already closed, she leaned against the marble wall with legs slightly apart. One hand was busy twitching and rubbing on her nipples in a circular motion while the other hand slipped into her pussy.

She then started playing the scene of the hot kiss that made her lose control in her mind. Nothing else mattered to her at that very moment other than the pleasure she was experiencing.

She will surely go back to hating the bastard after he has fulfilled the purpose of helping her to satisfy her sexual need.

Two fingers glided in and out of her pussy, slowly rubbing on her most sensitive area, up and down and in a circular motion. As the pleasure she was feeling intensified, she increases the speed at which she rubbed her clit, moaning the unfamiliar name softly to herself in pleasure.

When she was almost at her climax, she quickly grabbed for the pulsing showerhead, spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, and aimed the spray directly towards her clitoris.

"Holy fuck!... A-D-E-M-I-D-E!..."

She unconsciously moaned the unfamiliar name loudly as she felt her pussy clenched and clitoris throbbed uncontrollably with the orgasm that finally convulsed through her whole body.

Still in a state of euphoria, she rinsed the soap residue off her body and began to wondered about what came over her.

'Why would she scream out an unknown name in pleasure with the picture of her arch-enemy in her head?... Why?'

The Night Owl club was also one of the numerous night club owned by Lekan Beckley. Just like the others, the Night Owl features many private lounges, each with its own distinct musical experience and a large, spacious dance floor on the ground floor.

The Night Owl was also perfect for a corporate event, networking function, regular weekend night, and bachelor/bachelorette party like the one Emma was invited to.

Even though Emma likes partying, and she answered with 'cool' when her sister invited her to the Bachelor(ette) party, deep down she wasn't really cool about the idea.

She had only attended two bachelorette parties in her life with Diane back in New York. Things that happened at both parties made Emma cringe with disgust even as wild as she was back then. When you combine youthful exuberance with alcohol and stupidity, it's a disaster waiting to happen.

Omolade is thirty-five years old. So it's safe to say her circle of friends wouldn't be as stupid and careless as those Emma moved with back then.

The lounge they were ushered into was huge. It had about ten women sitting and standing around while chatting and laughing merrily with drinks in hand.

"Finally she arrived," Somebody noticed their arrival which made the whole guests turned towards them.

"You are late Lade!" Another person accused...

The women crowded around them, each saying her piece while her sister continually apologized for her tardiness.

'I thought this was a bachelor(ette) party... Where are all the men?' Emma thought to herself.

As if Omolade could hear Emma's thoughts, she asked the same question.

"Where are the guys?"

"They've gone off to do their thing. They'll meet up with us later. The bride replied. "Now that you're here, let's get the party started."

Partying with her sister's friends was more fun than she had expected it would be. Instead of the typical rowdy club scene she knew, bridesmaids vs groomsmen sports showdowns were organized.

Amongst the groomsmen was Dr. Dave Arinze who almost made his team lose the game because he couldn't concentrate. He had his attention focused on Emma all through the game.

"Will somebody please get Lade's sister out of here so this guy can concentrate!..." The groom jokingly shouted and the whole guests burst into laughter.

The games were fun and Emma also had fun, even as a spectator. Games over, the couples amongst them went to the dance floor, moving to the slow music the DJ was playing.

Emma was sitting by the bar, sipping her drink. Her mind was back to thinking about the name she moaned over and over in the bathroom. She couldn't for the life of her understand why she would moan out a strange name while climaxing.

'Exactly who is this Ademide? Or is that his name?'

"Fancy seeing you here Miss Da-Silva" Dr. Dave interrupted her thoughts. He sat on the barstool beside her and signal the barman for a refill of the glass he had in his hand.

"Yeah fancy that Doc. since I never figured you as someone who knew how to have fun." Emma replied and smiled.

"Really?... You think I don't know how to have fun? He asked in amazement and chuckled. "Whatever gave you that ridiculous idea?"

"I don't think Doc. I know" Emma said with certainty.

"How could you have known when you don't even know me?"

"Well, I saw the look on your face when I said I had sex with an unknown man so..."

"Commooon woman! What look are you talking about?" The way and manner with which he threw his hands up like he was frustrated made Emma laughed.

"Got you!" She said and laughed out loud even more.

"Eh?..."

"You really don't know how to have fun Doc... I was only messing with you and you fell for it," Emma said while Dave just watched in wonderment as she laughed.

"Good one..." He said and laughed along with her.

"Please call me Dave, not Doc."

"Hmmm..."

They chatted and laughed together, enjoying each other's company. When it was time to leave, Dave offered to drop Emma off in school while Omolade left with her fiance.

+++

It was just an hour into Fola's party and Leo was already fed up. He was fed up with her lifestyle. Fed up with her brash friends. Fed up with her way of constantly clinging to him like a leach and also fed up by her constant whining.

He wanted to end things with her immediately but his grandfather advised against it.

"Keep her around for a little while more. You will need the distraction from the Jezebel we have on our hand." Aderinsola said when Leo told him about his dream.

He thinks because of the dream Leo had, he might end up falling in love with the girl.

'Like seriously!?... How could he think I will fall in love with a girl that helped killed my father just because of some stupid, meaningless dream!?' Leo wondered to himself.

Leo could see from where he was sitting that Chris was also tired of all the shenanigans going on around them. He saw how he tried to control himself when one of Fola's friends staggered and fell on his laps in a drunken stupor

"Let's go get some air" He texted Chris and got up when he saw Chris gets up after checking his phone.

The Night Owl had two spiral stairs that linked the dance floor to the lounges and other rooms upstairs. Leo and Chris were both leaning on the railings overlooking the crowded dance floor below when he saw her.

The woman that had managed to turn his life upside down just within hours of meeting her. The most painful thing was she was holding hands with another man.