Chapter three

Alex

We had been at the bar for the past two hours and Bolu had been talking non-stop despite the loud disquieting music blaring from the speakers. I wasn't interested in what she was saying because I didn't like talking.

She had arrived at my house that evening when I was in my study. Clad in jeggings, jacket, boots and excessive make up on her face, insisting we go grab some drinks. She had had a hectic day at work and wanted to spend sometime with me.

She ordered for soft drinks while I ordered for beer. She was on her third bottle now, while I was still on my second. I was tired of her ranting and was getting irritated.

Bolu and I had been dating for two months, and the damn woman couldn't understand my person. Had no idea that I despised it when people talked non-stoppingly. She was not a talkative, no. But when it came to her job, she could talk all day.

I felt the sudden need to leave. Because how irritational everything around me was growing. The atmosphere, music, people dancing and grinding each other, groping or either getting manhandled at some corner. Plus the smell of sweat and cigarette.

All I wanted was to take my jacket, head straight home, freshen up and get into bed.

But Bolu seem to be having a good time, sipping her glass of drink and nodding to the beat of the music.

Although, Bolu was very beautiful, average height, brown skin, curved legs and a nice body any man would die for. And least I forget, the daughter of Mr Seyi Afolabi, head of Judiciary Lagos State. Who I oftenly worked with, I wasn't interested in her, wasn't interested in any woman.

Ever since Maureen, my fiancee died in a car crash, that part of me that loved women without reservation died too. I was a playboy, cheating on her. I loved her dearly but couldn't help cheating because I loved women! skinny, chubby, young, old, tall and petite. Their uniquely wonderful femaleness pulled me to them.

Although, Maureen was aware I was a big cheat, but never confronted me about the it. She carried on being the loving fiancee.

She was returning from a friend's wedding when she got involved in a fatal car accident and died at the spot. And our wedding was three weeks away.

When I learnt about her death, bitterness and guilt ate me up that I held myself responsible for her death and vowed never to forgive myself.

I thought about her and blamed myself alot. She was such a nice young lady, beautiful inside out, and owned a pure innocent heart. I wasn't faithful to her but she kept on loving and caring for me, even wanted to get married to me when she knew quite well I was a cheat. But death snatched her away from me.

"-ex, Alex." Bolu's voice rang out shoving me out of my thoughts. I glanced at her.

"I've been calling you, you've been mute for a while now." She said brushing a strand of hair away from her face with her index finger.

"I..uh, I've been thinking about the lady I'll defend in court tomorrow. Her dad assured her the case is in good hands but I always see doubt and unbelief in her eyes wherever she looks at me." I told her, which wasn't a lie.

"Awwwn, come on. You and I know you're haven't lost any case before. This is not gonna be the one you're gonna loose. And oh..I think I'll have to meet her, to tell her she's lucky you're her lawyer, that you're the best lawyer, ever."

"You don't have to, she'll see after the case is being dismissed."I replied looking away. My eyes captured a lady who was grinning and winking at me. She was with a guy though, who had his back facing me.

I stood up when I felt the sudden need to urinate.

"I'm off to the restroom." I informed Bolu then headed out.

I was washing my hands in the sink when a lady came into my view, with a self confident seductive smile on her face. I looked closer and realized it was the lady who was winking and throwing flirtatious stares at me. Yes, it was her.

Why was she here?

And then it dawn to me that the female's restroom was opposite the male's.

Ignoring her like she was some ghost, I went about drying my hands.

And then, I felt her take a step closer to me.

"What do you want?" I barked angrily, but was a little bit curious. I wondered what she was up to.

She abruptly placed her hands on my waist, and started drawing circles on my hard stomach.

"Can't you stay and talk for a moment?"

"Talk?" I inquired, removing her hands from my waist before turning to stare at her. She wasn't bad looking, but was busty with a tiny waist.

"Yes, you're not afraid of me. Are you?" She asked in a husky voice, rubbing my back and spinning around me so I could smell her sweet floral perfume. I closed my eyes, grind my teeth together in frustration. "Why should I be afraid of you?"

She chuckled, then replied "My point exactly. I mean no harm. Quite the contrary because I know how to make a man feel good, really good." She stood on her toes, murmured something into my ear, then pressed her little body to my back, that I could feel the lush flesh of her bountiful breasts.

I knew her type, a long time ago I would've gone for her type. But I wasn't interested in women. Dammit! Why would they keep throwing themselves at me?

"I'm staying at the bar's hotel tonight." Her invitation was crystal clear.

I used my strength to hold her away from me then told her in the calmest way as possible."There was a time I would've gone for your type, but frankly speaking, I don't want what you're selling." Before gently pushing her away.

She groaned in frustration, stomp on my foot, called me an idiot before leaving.

I stayed in the restroom for a while, about a minute or two, staring at the mirror on the wall.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked myself, staring back at my reflection.

Walking out of the rest room and making  my way past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor, I made my way towards Bolu.

I barely sat down when she whine about being tired and had the sudden urge to leave.

"I'll drop you off at home." I said reaching for my jacket.

"I am going with you Al. I'm spending the night at your house."

"What!" I froze when I heard that.

"I'm spending the night at your house." She repeated.

"Why?"I asked uselessly.

"What is wrong with me spending the night at your house? For God's sake am I not your girlfriend?" She opposed, narrowing her eyes at me. I knew she was upset.

What the hell was her problem? She was kidding she had it all planned, that I'd share the same bed with her. I'd rather sleep in my study. I muttered under my breath.

"Alex!" She yelled through the music.

"Fine." I gave up. Putting on my Jacket, I paid the bartender the bills, we walked out, with Bolu trailing after me.