Twisted

7: Texts and Sneaking

"I am not asking you to be my girlfriend. Yet. But I'm saying, I want to take you on a date, soon. At least, we'll start somewhere."

I'm thrilled by how soft-spoken and intentional he is, but instead, I respond: "Tell me this when you're sober and sure, Deji."

"I might not be sober, but I'm sure," He says with a slight slur.

"Deji, be sober and we can talk about this... maybe tomorrow,"

He furrows just brows mischievously, his eyes hold mine. "You say my name a lot, do you like it?"

I pause for a few seconds, a smile on my face: "Yes, Oladeji, I like it,"

He returns the smile. "Great, now I know you'll have no problem screaming it,"

My eyes widened, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Mr man,"

He burst into laughter and I stare at him, astonished by his good looks, I can't help but smile.

He stops laughing and then says: "Even if I don't remember half the things I've said tonight... I know I wanna take you on a date,"

I cup his face in my palm and resume kissing him, tasting the alcohol on his tongue. The action throws him off guard but he's quick to catch up, letting me take the lead this time. My left hand swiftly feels his already erect member through the fabric of his trouser and he seductively groans against my lips, quickly wrapping one of his hands around my neck, slightly choking me.

It gets wilder by the second, his free hand respectfully fondles one of my breasts through the light material of my dress, causing an electrifying sensation to run through me. "Hmmm," I softly moan, continuing to tease him with my hand around his crotch, causing his breathing to get heavier and his grip, on whatever part of my body, stronger.

The kiss gets sloppier and the sound our lips are producing from how nasty it is, fuels my arousal.

"You should take that," He says in between the kiss after my phone rings for the umpteenth time.

"Doesn't matter, it's only rang like twice,"

He chuckles. "Nope, more than six times now. Must be important,"

I frustratedly exhale, breaking out of the kiss before reaching for my purse and fishing out my phone. As expected, it's Idia but before I can answer the call, it ends.

Eight missed calls now display on my lock screen, they don't phase me because Idia will call back again... the notification that throws me off guard is the one that says: zaydanjuma582 wants to send you a message.

No doubt that name is familiar and it doesn't fail to plunge my heart into a bottomless pit.

Before I process anything, Idia calls again. "Where are you?!" She yells when I answer the phone.

"On my way back to you guys. This club is big as fuck, I lost my way," I lie and Deji smirks.

"Did your phone get lost too, is that why you haven't been answering your phone?"

"It's loud, I probably didn't hear it ring,"

"Sha we're about to leave, so just meet us at the car!"

"Umm... okay,"

"And keep your phone close, what the fuck! You're not ten nau,"

"I've heard!" I say, ending the call and putting the phone back in my purse.

"You should've told her you were with me,"

"As what? Spider-Man?"

He chuckles. "No, I'd have dropped you at yours. You don't have to go back with your friends,"