Throughout
her time in New York, Ada never forgot the guy that had kissed her at the
party. She could still remember his well sculptured face and his haunting eyes;
piercing eyes that seemed to have their own touch. How could she forget such a
person?
How
could she forget such a kiss? It did not seem real; it was like something that
happens when someone is under a spell. The more she tried to erase him from her
memory, the more she kept remembering him.
Yet, she wondered what was so special about
someone she happened to meet on board a plane and became acquainted with. Well,
what was special was that she had allowed him kiss her on a first date. Just a
brief encounter and the effect still lingered on like the after smell of a
strong fragrance.
But
when she remembered how it felt when he gazed upon her, his delicious lips
exploring her expectant mouth, she knew why. Maybe she was just being over
reactive; a product of some hormones that might have been dormant for a long
time, but now were suddenly being excessively secreted.
Yes!
It has to be chemical. She had not been intimate with any man for a long time
since her break up with Bayo. Maybe it was natural to be reacting to an
association with the opposite sex the way she was doing now, considering that
she had been out of touch for a long time.
Though
she knew this was not a viable explanation for what was happening to her, it
served as a kind of assurance that she was still normal and nothing strange was
happening. Perhaps he had seduced her.
The
food was nice, she could remember, but the wine had tasted even better. The
wine had made her drunk but it was his eyes that had made her weak and
susceptible to his charms.
They
had eaten in silence. She was afraid she would say the wrong thing. After the
meal, he had stood up and eyed her with a mischievous grin.
“Shall
we dance?”
She
had offered a weak resistance initially but he had persuaded her. He had led
her to the dance floor while she followed like a sheep. They had danced slowly,
close to each other, feeling the rhythm of each other’s heart.
She
had inhaled the fragrance from his body; sweet like the scent of roses. She had
felt comfortable having him close, so close she could feel his breathe. Then he
had shattered the blissful silence with the prodding statement.
“Ada,
tell me about your life.”
There
and then, she had trusted him and thrown caution to the winds. She had told him
everything about herself; her family, her education, her past relationships,
her heartbreaks and sweet moments. He had held her close with her head lying
close to his chest and spoken soothing words into her ears.
With deep, sad eyes, he had beckoned on her to
bare all, to allow him share in her sorrow and help sooth her pain. She had
trusted him more, deciding to tell him all. She had told him about the lowest
point in her life, the most painful heartbreak, the love that had almost killed
her and what had brought her to New York.
She told him about the biggest secret of her
life, she told him about Bayo. He had listened all through without saying a
word, yet his eyes had spoken louder. His hands had rocked her like a baby and
consoled her. The memory of sorrow had brought back pain so intense she had
shuddered. She had clung unto him as if he was a lifeline. She had held unto
her as if he was there to save her.
Then
he had kissed her.
The
kiss had been brief at first. He lightly brushed his lips with hers. Then
chemistry had set in. He had kissed her again as she felt herself melting into
his arms.
She
had responded with equal fervour. She had tasted his lips, then his tongue, and
it had all tasted sweet. She had felt her lines of defence crumbling. Somewhere
at the bottom of her mind, something reminded her that she shouldn’t be doing
this. But reason could not prevail at that moment, not for her and not for him
either. As they kissed, he had put a hand behind her to support her. They soon
broke contact again as they sought to take breathes. Then the moment of reason
had set in for her. As he brought his mouth close for a third kiss, she had
mustered the last defence in her body and resisted. She had held her finger to
his lips and shook her head to stop him.
“Please
stop, we shouldn’t be doing this.” she said desperately.
***
The
ride back home had been silent. She had scolded and chided herself for allowing
it to happen. She had promised herself she would forget about him. She had not
known how wrong she was until now.
She
looked at herself in the mirror and realized she could not fulfil the promise.
She had to see him one more time. She picked her wallet and brought out his
complimentary card. She was going to surprise him this time.
As
she approached his house, she saw his favourite blue Porsche. But she also
noticed a shiny, black Cadillac, parked close to his car. Perhaps he had a
visitor. She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
The
door was opened and the sight that met her nearly shattered her heart. She
found herself looking into the face of young woman around her age, wrapped in a
towel. She was fair, pretty and sexy in a sophisticated way but she had on a
cold, arrogant smile that made her affluent background obvious. She looked like
someone that was used to getting what she wanted.
“Hello,
who are you?” the lady asked.
For
a while, Ada just stared at her, at the towel wrapped around her body and the
arrogant look in her eyes. Imaginations started flashing across her mind. She
finally managed to mutter out something.
“I...I...am
Ada. Pl....ease can I see Tunde?”
The
lady smiled again and eyed her like one would eye a pestering insect. But she
seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.
“Tunde
is in the bathroom. I am Debbie, his girlfriend, I just moved in yesterday. You
can come in.”
To be continued
By Pete Sunday
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