Chapter Two

02

You are allowed to skip the 'till death do us part' and dive straight into the party, but not here. There was barely any room to move as close to five hundred guests watched the bride and groom exchange rings.

The older women in the family ululating in celebration as the vows were being exchanged. I couldn't ask Dayo how they knew so many people as she was one of the bridesmaids.

My future invite list has only twenty people on it - that should tell you all you need to know about my family.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Dayo asks as she enters the bathroom stall.

"I am, it's just a lot of people. I didn't know I was getting invited to a concert."

"I told you it was a traditional Yoruba wedding," she chuckles.

"I know, but I expected only two hundred," I whine.

"Well you're lucky, last year I went to a wedding where there were over a thousand guests."

"You are not serious," I tell her.

"I sure am."

"When do the girls arrive?" I ask her.

"Tomorrow." She wipes her hands with a paper towel before throwing it into the dustbin.

"Have you and Basim spoken yet?" She asks, curiously.

"No, not really. I lost him in the crowd of people."

"Don't worry, it will be less crowded when the spraying finishes," she lets me know.

"What is that?"

"You know how rich ballers make it rain in strip clubs - it's basically that but instead of strippers, it's my brother and his new wife."

"That sounds so cool."

"I know. Welcome to your first Nigerian wedding," she squeals.

"I should get back before the alagas start speaking," she says.

"The what?" I ask, completely confused.

"The two MCs, Nurys. Come on, we both should get back to the ceremony."

Once the number of guests decreased, so did my ability to walk.

Yes, this is the part where I admit that I had a bit too much to drink.

"Not yet." Dayo pulls me to the dance floor just as I was about to sit my ass down.

It was as if I was on drugs, but no one seemed to notice. Bodies were pushing up against each other as the music continued to roar. I caught sight of Basim and lost it as someone wrapped their hand around my waist. I didn't let it bother me as I leaned backwards to lay my head on his shoulder.

"You smell good," I hum and he chuckles. I begin to push up against him, swaying my hips to the slow pace of the music. He groans in response which encourages me to continue. "You want to get out of here?" He murmured. I turn to get a glimpse of him - his face seeming oddly familiar but my head doesn't come close to wrapping its head around it as he grabs my hand, steering me in the direction of the door.

Dayo suddenly appeared before we could make our escape. "Are you sure you want to go with him?" She asks me, looking a little concerned.

"Why do you look concerned, Dayo? I'm not a stranger," he tells her, but I don't pay attention any further as I wave at Dayo, telling her that me and the young gentleman have business to attend to - the fun kind.

"We could go get a hotel or we could do it right here?" He suggests as we both sit in his car.

"How about a better idea, we start right here and continue at the hotel," I slur.

"That sounds like a much better idea." He leans in for a kiss but I draw out my finger and put it on his lips. "I want these lips down there." I gesture with my eyes.

I push the seat back so he can get better access. "Are you comfortable?" he mumbled, grabbing my breast as he lowered his face down.

"Shh." I push his head down, readying myself to be pleasured. It didn't matter whether I was comfortable or not, I needed to reach a high and this was the perfect way to get it.

I pull onto his hair as his tongue gets deeper. My legs give out as I return back from the high I was aching for.

"Round two at the hotel?" I ask him. I didn't expect him to answer, I wasn't going to take no as an answer.

"After you return the favor, babes," he tells me.

"Don't ruin the fun," I whimper. "You know I don't give blowjobs, I never did when we were dating and I'm not about to start now."

He looks at me dissatisfied and I shrug my shoulders. "I guess that's a no for the hotel then," I say, readying to leave the car.

"Stop." He grabs onto my hand before I could turn the car handle. "You know I want to, I've missed you."

"Well then, start driving."

"You're not even going to say you missed me too?" He asks, hurt.

"Just drive, Bryan."

It wasn't that I didn't miss him, I still do. We were like Angeline Jolie and Brad Pitt, but look how they turned out.

We made sense on paper, but in real life I wasn't meant to be his soulmate.

We arrived at the Queens Park Hotel a minute before midnight and my stomach decided to announce itself. "You want me to grab a bite for you?" I turn to look at him as I smile in appreciation. He always knows what I want without having to ask him.

We get to the reception desk and get the room key. I will go upstairs and freshen up while you get us some food," I tell him.

It was a beautiful little room with great lighting. I head for the bathroom to wash off my make-up. My phone suddenly pings in my purse. I pulled it out, finding a few too many messages from Dayo.

If you're regretting it, text me your location and I'll come pick you up _Dayo

Are you sleeping with him? _Dayoa

Nurys, don't be stupid _Dayo

If you don't answer then I will call you _Dayo

Fine, I'm just going to tell Basim then _Dayo

That was the last text she sent me. I roll my eyes as I ready my fingers to respond to her. Why is Basim being the topic of discussion all the time?

What exactly do you plan on telling him? I stare at the text message before deleting it. She can do whatever she wants, right now I'm having fun without a care in the world. I switch off my phone as I hear him enter the room.

"I hope what you brought me is a burger," I shout from inside the bathroom.

"They don't make burgers at this time of the night."

"What? What place doesn't make burgers? Never mind don't answer that, what did you bring me?" I ask curiously.

"A cheese and ham sandwich."

"Well I guess that will have to do."

"Are you almost done, in there?" He asks, his voice sounding nearer.

"You can come in." He opens the door, mouth agape as he witnesses my bare form. "Nurys," he mutters, staring me down.

"How long are you going to stare?" I ask him.

"As long as I can, I don't know when I'll see your breasts in full display again," he admits.

"Tomorrow," I blurt out. I wasn't thinking and it didn't matter. If I woke up without any regrets, I would be in his arms in ecstasy again and again until I didn't have any.

"You're drunk," he comments.

I move to unbutton his shirt. "You talk too much. Just kiss me."

He doesn't hesitate as he pulls me in, grabbing onto my braids. I moan in satisfaction. He moves his focus on my neck as he messages my breast. "Don't stop," I whimper as I feel his hand let go. He chuckles.

"Let's move to the bed."

I wanted to protest. What's wrong with doing it right here? But I don't say that, I needed to give him control so I nod affirmatively. He then leads me towards the bedroom. I fall back on the bed. Realizing I was the only one butt naked, I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Right." He starts unzipping his pants, eyes not leaving mine. As more time passes, the more impatient I get. I rush to remove his shirt and throw it to the ground.

"You're in a hurry?" he asks.

"Yes." I kiss his chest, making my way up to his lips. "I want you to-" I kiss him again, bringing our body to the bed. He places two fingers in my mouth, drawing out my spit before putting those fingers inside me. I gasp, adjusting myself to his touch. He watches me with lustful eyes as he begins drawing his fingers in and out.

"Don't stop, please," I cry, and before I know it, Basim comes to mind - shit.