He called her number again,this time he could hear it ringing inside her flat,he wondered what kind of person leaves their phone at home in this age.He needed to see her.Hell,he needed her,the admission got him slamming the buzzer outside her door.
Ademola is never the one you will catch outside one of his staff house in the evening of a Monday ,he wasn't the one to mix business with pleasure.He didn't get to where he is today by having affairs with his staff.
He was 20 when he started The Tribe with two of his friends in Boston and eleven years later his company is one of leading brand company for teens and young adult in Lagos, Nigeria.
He has had his own share of girlfriends and lovers but he has never seen anyone like her.
Her,Demidun with her gowns and heels and great smile.She has the perfect height and body size for him,of course,she is perfect in every way and even at her work.She is one of the best graphic designer he has ever seen, always knew what to do and how to do it perfectly.He knew he liked her right from the first day he saw her two months ago when she came for the interview. And he wasn't going to do anything about it.
She is a perfect kisser too, you are probably wondering how he knew.
You will be surprised, yeah,he kissed her on Friday night.He 'Mr Don't mix business with pleasure' kissed her!
All he knew was they were alone in the office on Friday night working on the advert of the new jeans for teens.She was looking fucking perfect in her jeans and Ankara top,now he remembered she was looking stressed and surprised too.
He kissed her and dropped her home without any explanation.He spent his weekend reminiscing about how her perfect lips molded perfectly with his one,how her tongue stroked his,her sounds.He wanted to kiss her again and again and again.It was wishful thinking,he knew,he still doesn't mix business with pleasure.No matter what happens.
You are wondering why he was in front of her flat,yeah she was absent in the office today, that's why. She called in sick.He missed her,her laugh and he should have just called her and send her flowers and get well soon card, right? That's what he did except that he brought the flowers and card himself and obviously wherever she went to she left her phone at home.
He's been here almost thirty minutes and he is starting to feel like like a fool just standing there and slamming buzzer.The gateman has been looking at him suspiciously. He decided to go and drop the flowers with the gateman.
Then the gate opened.
She came in looking perfect in shorts and a top carrying a small shopping bag. She haven't seen him. He took that privilege to check her out,her perfect legs,the right amount of hips,her stomach,her chest, her neck,those lips he'd been dreaming about,her pointed nose and her eyes which met his.
He gulped,she came nearer and stood in front of him almost coming up to his shoulder without her heels. She smiled and he smiled back. 'Good evening sir' she greeted. He replied her and ask after her health.
'It was just malaria and stress.I am okay now'she said opening the door. 'I must have been keeping you waiting sir, please come in.' He knew it was a bad idea but he entered a small sitting room.
