The moon dotted generously and flattered the New Ritzy spot, the marble columns seemed to glisten as the moon poured down graciously on them—it was a beautiful place. The fact that it was an open space with the evening zephyr coming at intervals made it all the more sensual. To Chioma’s eye this place was much too grand for her and the waiter who obviously had more flamboyance than she did appeared to have agreed with her.
“Are you waiting for someone?” she asked with a condescending smile.
“Yes I’m meeting someone” she said confidently meeting the waiter’s gaze.
She sipped her bottle of cold soda, freed her feet from the shoes she has been wearing all day, wiggled her toes and savoured the cool breeze as it swept between them. She looked around at the people covering the huge space. Some couples were on the dance floor moving with the rhythm of the slow music in the background while some were indifferent to the rhythm; however, for both groups, couples could not keep their hands off each other’s bodies. A few were seated and deep in conversation—it was a love nest. She was the only one sitting alone.
One of the president's cars pulled up in front of New Ritzy and Muhammad took a deep breath; this was the first time he was driving himself in over four months. His Baba would feel betrayed had he known what he was here for. He looked himself in the car mirror, put on his black puma cap and got down from the black Lincoln.
The air was soaked in his cologne and only she had noticed. Only she was aware of the energy that came with it. Chioma found it hard to explain—even to herself—exactly why she gets so intoxicated by the smell of him. All she knew was that it filled with warmth a place within her that nothing else could.
There were high class vehicles and people in the place, making it very clear that low lives were not allowed. The building itself blew that horn. Muhammad turned to face the beautiful girl sitting before him. She looked exceptionally beautiful tonight under the generous moonlight, she takes his breath away. He wished he could take her right there.
"You're looking beautiful tonight."
His voice had a pleasant finality that makes her insides leap towards him.
"It's been four months" she said without looking at him. "Why do we have to keep doing this?" Her voice came out helpless.
"Because I can't betray my Baba." He said looking around like he was being watched.
"Chioma I love you" he continued and her insides leapt again.
She did not know where their relationship was headed, she did not even know what kind of relationship it was. Chioma felt bad for this but she was consumed by the beguiling love of her father's boss. She needed to distract herself.
"I like this song." She said suddenly, moving her head to the music.
Muhammad Maga's eyes followed her as she got up and approached the dance floor. She swirled a few times and turned to face him. She had passion in her eyes.
"Dance with me." She invited but Muhammad shook his head slowly and deliberately. He could not risk being found out.
He sipped his drink as he watched her swing her slender waist to Runtown's mad over you. She was dancing so well and it was so sexy. He thought silently as he bit his lower lip, he could easily get a suite in any hotel he wanted. He wanted to hold her all night and wake up to her beauty.
Muhammad's eyes widened when he saw a young man dancing over to her. Before he could hold her waist, Muhammad snuck between them holding her waist instead—he would not let anyone near her.
She turned to face Muhammad and her insides leapt towards him again, this time she leapt too, wrapping her arms around his neck as she continued to dance.
"I thought you didn't want to dance" she whispered into his right ear just before she saw a good-looking young man that seemed to have been ogling her for a while. She smiled into Muhammad's face and whispered to his left ear "motivated by jealousy I see."
People were starting to look at them.
"You're so possessive Mallam" she said, still dancing.
"And you seem to be having fun nwata-nwanyi" Muhammad whispered huskily into her ear.
Chioma laughed, throwing her head back.
"I have a suite nearby, we could spend the night together" Muhammad whispered into her ear again when she recovered.
She nodded.
He pulled her from the dance floor, put a few thousand naira notes on the table and placed his glass over it. She was tired and he knew. Muhammad gathered her into his arms taking her by surprise but ignored her and took her to where he was parked. He placed her in the passenger seat and got into the driver seat.
"I really love that song." She pouted invitingly as the music faded.
Muhammad removed his cap and tossed it to the backseat. "Chioma" he whispered before he crashed his lips into hers; kissing her again after four months.
Chioma kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. He tasted so good. He bit her lower lip crashing her tongue with his. He pulled away and started the car.
"Mm-hmm" she moaned and relaxed into the chair.
***
Muhammad drove in and pulled up at Glee hotels after a silent 11 minute drive. He retrieved his cap from the backseat, went round to help Chioma out. He sat at the reception and stared at the television, it was 9:57 pm; the National Television Authority (NTA) was doing a recap of the 9:00 pm news headlines. He caught the last headline—“the price of petrol in the country continues to rise as the president continues in office without a national executive council.” He smiled at the beautiful news presenter before turning to Chioma who was going to confirm their reservation.
Chioma walked straight to the receptionist whose smile appeared more genuine than that of the girl at the bar.
“Welcome to Glee hotels, how may I serve you?” she said pleasantly. Chioma knew the statement was rehearsed but it was effectively uplifting.
“I have a reservation.” Chioma said returning the smile.
“What name?”
“Chioma Onochie”
The girl clicked away on her computer and came up again after a few seconds to announce with utmost surprise—more of an exclamation than a confirmation—“a suite.” Chioma could not decide if it was a question or a confirmation, she merely managed a “yes” and the girl’s eyes bulged a bit.
“Suite 045 is upstairs, I’ll get someone to take you” the girl said with a bit more courtesy.
She pressed a button on her desk and a young man dressed in the same uniform—white and black with an ill-fitted bow tie—promptly entered from a door behind her.
“Take her to suit 045” she said without turning to look at him. His eyes bulged too, more obviously.
“Enjoy your stay ma”, she said as Chioma turned to follow the young man. Chioma continued reflecting on the girl’s “ma” as Muhammad followed her and the young man into the elevator.
***
She was amazed at how luxurious the suite was even though she had been to three others almost like it, courtesy of Muhammad who always made the reservations in her name. It took him quite a while to get the correct spelling of the name committed to memory.
She went around to admire the place. “We could stay the weekend” she joked.
“Yeah. We could” he said, rolling his eyes at her.
She gave him a sulking look which immediately turned serious, “our relationship is a messed up one” she said honestly, and I’m going to get the worst of it if things go wrong. We should talk about it.”
“I love you. It’s simple, I want you today, tomorrow and everyday” Muhammad said as he walked over to her. She stepped back nervously and her leg hit the king-sized bed, she slowly dropped to the bed as he came closer. She lay there and he propped himself over her, his arms on each side of her body, her heart was beating hard and fast. He kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes, “I’ll go and have a shower” he announced and went straight to the bathroom.
Muhammad came out of the bathroom in his briefs; leaving the rest of his athletic and perfectly toned ebony body for Chioma to stare at. He walked towards her with a mischievous grin on his face as she stared on. He stopped a few inches from her and she reached behind his head to bring his lips to hers, she kissed him more ferociously than she ever had.
One of his hands slipped under her dress; pushing it up and that made Chioma moan against his mouth as they dropped to the bed. His mouth left hers; he kissed down her neck. She moaned again, arching her back. She wanted him, he was good. Nothing else mattered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his erection. They made love all night.
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