Caught

The disco lights were directed at Chima and Abby who were already standing on a stage that was built for live performance. Then Omah Lay's music 'You' started playing.

Their dance was a traditional tango that was in tune with the modern beats of Omah Lay. These movements started with a slow and passionate tango when it was just the beats playing, then it gradually builds up, with the music's slow rap.

Abby and Chima moved together like lovers who were made for each other, their moves were fluid and graceful, loaded with emotional sexy undertones.

He was gentle with her as a skilled lover. Her hips moved like they were made to sway, the sequins of her dress catching the disco ball light that twirls above, launching every shade of the rainbow into the darkness. Her movement was lithe and supple, even with the stilettos on.

The dance was filled with chemistry. It was sultry and dangerous at the same time, causing the atmosphere to turn steamy and it came to an end with them so close to each other, their lips were almost touching in a kiss.

Up in the CEO's one-way mirrored private lounge, the men were entranced, even till after the dance came to an end. They watched as the dancers left the stage together hand in hand.

"Wao!" Mide's voice broke the silence. "She's good. They are good together"

"I don't know... But why does she appears so familiar?" Tunde wondered out loud, his gaze fixated on the dancers as they walk down the stage hand in hand

"She appeared familiar? Josh looked at him and laughed "So you don't recognize your babe just because she's wearing a mask?

"That was Abby!? Lekan exclaimed, but his eyes were on Tunde who's expression had immediately turned hard and cold like ice. When he later excused himself to leave, Lekan immediately followed him.

"Leaving so soon?" Lekan called behind Tunde

"I just wanna talk to her"

"With such scary expression on your face? C'mon man, it was just a dance! Her brother wouldn't have disclosed her identity if it was such a big deal. If you love her then please don't build a bigger wedge between you two. Remember communication is key."

"Yeah thanks," Tunde said nonchalantly and left.

On his way to look for Abby, he met her coming up the stairs, mask still on, talking and laughing with her friends. He especially recognized the guy she danced with as the one she was holding hands with the day he broke up with her.

Abby froze when she saw Tunde coming down the stairs. 'Why must he always be at places that would put me at a disadvantage while doing things that would easily trigger his jealousy!?' She thought with frustration.

He came to a stop in front of her with a fake smile plastered on his face.

"That was quite a show you put up out there... Never knew you dance so well and... sexily too?" his voice had a tinge of sarcasm and accusation in it, jealousy oozing out of every pores on his skin.

"I think the word you were looking for is professionally... And not sexily." That word sexily was unacceptable to her since she wasn't dancing to arouse sexual interest in anybody.

Even though she gets paid for dancing, she was doing it mainly because she enjoyed it and also as a favor to Chima.

"Okay... My bad. If you're done dancing, then may I have a word with you?" He appeared cool and calm but Abby felt the chilling sensation from his voice all over her body.

Abby went to where are friends were standing, waiting for her...

"That's my boyfriend. He asked to talk... So uhmm... I'll see you guys later." She said to them and immediately left. She saw they had question looks on their faces but there was no time for her to explain further. She waved them goodbye then left with Tunde.

Inside his car, he put on the car stereo and 50cent's rap came blaring through the speaker, making conversation impossible between them. All through the drive to his house, Tunde's expression was blank like a slate that had just been wiped clean. He appeared neither pleased nor angry with her. They got to his house and he spoke just five words...

"Go ahead, I'll meet you."

He watched her leave. Her short dress might look good on any woman but it was too short for his liking. Half of her boobs were showing through the sheer organza holding the plunging neckline of her dress together and the back of the dress... Just bare it all.

He went in after her almost immediately, watching how her hips swayed and buttocks jiggled sexily under the nonsense excuse of a dress.

He just wanted to talk and settle things with her, but as soon as they entered his private living room he found himself suddenly pinning her to the wall, kissing her passionately while she also responded fervently.

He caressed her all over, pulled her shoulder strap down, and kissed her all the way from her neck to her shoulder, his kisses leaving a burning passionate sensation in its wake.

Then his jealous brain kicked into action and he started recalling how she fitted well with Chima on the dance floor, Chima's hands all over her body, how her boobs were firmly pressed against Chima's chest during the dance... And how guys turned back to give her a second look even while in the company of their own women.

Tunde knew his girlfriend was stunning and he always found it difficult to keep his hands off her, even when he was angry with her. 'If he Tunde, that had always prided himself on his ironclad and self-control around women could easily get this aroused just by looking at her. How much more other men."

His anger started rising... And then...

*ripped!*

A tearing sound was heard when he tore the sheer, silky organza, plunging neckline of her dress, revealing her braless, perfect boobs.

"What were you looking for dressed like this huh!?" He asked angrily, holding her against the wall, his eyes boring into hers.

"Are you looking for this!?..." His other hand reached under her dress, trying to pull down her panties.

"Tunde..." Abby whispered when she sensed the change in his mood.

"What!?... I want to know what you were hoping to get in this damn dress!?" He asked again, forcefully ripping her lacy thong and cutting one of her waist beads in the process, making tiny blue and white beads to rained down around them.

"Is it sex!?..." I can give it to you better than anybody else and you know that." By now he had pulled her dress up to her waist.

"Tunde stop!... Please!" Her mouth pleaded, but her traitorous body really wanted him. She yearned for his touch. The excitement was killing her as she was dripping wet."

"What!?... You really want me to stop huh?" He asked, lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapped around him reflectively. He placed her back against the wall, her full, luscious boobs jutted out towards his lips invitingly. He bent his head and sucked on a nipple hungrily till she started moaning out in ecstasy.

"Do you want me to stop babe?" He asked in a whispered. The anger in his voice had been replaced with hot passion

"No baby! Please don't!" She pleaded! Urgent need to have him inside her surging through her body.

Their lips met again in a wild kiss. He moved towards the bedroom with her, without separating their lips from each other till he placed her on the bed.

They struggled to take his clothes off and what was left of hers and they made wild, passionate love together, over and over and over again... They couldn't get enough of each other