Chapter 25 UP

SEGUN

"You know your ass is on lockdown, right?" I glance at him over the rim of my glass.

"Naah man, I'm not. My wife knows my weird quirks." Femi quips, dragging on a dying blunt in his hand.

"For real? She know you like threesomes, man?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Man, fuck that shit! Don't remind me of my past indiscretions, I'm a new creature, a changed man now. She made an honest man out of me, bro."

"I hear you, but I don't see it," I say, jerking my head towards the females sitting not far from him.

"Naah, I'm not starting nothing with them, they're just there for me to admire, but you on the other hand..." He shakes his head from right to left. "... are a fine one to talk Segs, yo black ass been too scared to move from your seat all night. Worried Eve won't give you some, later?"

I sigh and sip some more hennesy. "She's not my woman." Yet.

"But you want her to be, yeah?" He pitches forward and stares me in the eye.

"What the fuck does it matter?" I take a glance around the club. It's filling out preety quickly. Friday nights are always the best time to hang out at club zero.

"Nigger, It matters, though, because your head is so far up Chioma's ass that you can't see a good woman even if you're blue in the face. Abeg! Man up already joor, and claim her before some other lucky dude does." He lights another blunt, puts it to his lips but doesn't drag on it.

First, Dipo, now Femi?

"Calm your tits, bro, I don't need advice from you, Eve's got a man already." I turn to face him fully, waving my hands for emphasis. "And I sent Chioma straight to hell with her clingy ass."

Femi laughs riotously. "Since when does a woman having a man ever stop you?"

He's right!

I've never given a fuck if a girl has a man, 'cause if I want her, I'd definitely get her ass into bed. But with Eve... I feel extremely handicapped because my feelings are involved and that's new for me.

I honestly don't know how much more I can take...

The waiting.

The anticipation.

The thought . . . oh the thoughts.

It's all exciting, yet tasking as hell!

My nerves are stretched to the limit, almost frayed thin because of her.

I told her I'd seek her out after clearing up the mess with her ex at the awards night, but, what's the point? She's got a man and that's that.

No need to rock the boat.

Unfortunately my body doesn't realise that.

Thinking of her alone gives me a boner.

And what red - blooded man wouldn't feel this way? With a body and face like her's, it would be pretty difficult not to. How many times have I woken up sweating from a vivid dream of me thrusting inside her hard.

And that's exactly what I want to do... again and again...

... and again.

I need to fuck her so hard; she'll forget her toy boy and never leave me. I smile to myself, imagining it.

Yeah princess, I'm going to have you, at least one more time - get you so senseless that you'd be the one clinging to me, begging me never to let you go.

Dipo comes in just then, snapping me out of my reverie and surprise surprise, he's with his new found girlfriend - Eve's best friend. I hug it out with Dipo, nod courteously at his girl and watch as the V.I.P area fills up to bursting point, making some space for them as they both plop down beside me.

I notice Femi idly rolling the blunt between his fingers and inspecting the legs of the female sitting beside him, so I snatch it clean from him as it's begun to shed it's tip onto the floor, and stick it into my mouth.

Dipo orders what they'll drink and turns to me. "Fancy seeing you here, the king, thought your head would be far up inside Eve's skirt." He turns to Eve's friend and they both giggle.

Does he actually think that shit - joke was funny?

Dipo walks over to Femi and they strike up an animated conversation.

"Hello Segun, how are you doing?" Eve's friend - I have to stop calling her that and start remembering her name, moves close to me.

"Hey!" I incline my head and drag on the blunt, squinting, as smoke clouds my eyes upon exhaling.

An awkward silence descends between us as I bob my head to the beat of the music, ignoring her completely. She clears her throat noisily and wildly shakes her legs that are crossed on top of each other.

"So... what's up with you and my friend?" She peers at me as she says this.

"Er... who's your friend?" I ask, playing dumb, a confused look on my face.

"Look here mister, you don't get to act dumb when it's my best friend we're talking about. So if I ask you what the fuck is up with you two - you'd best tell me." Her eyes blaze with anger.

Woah! So much spunk in one small body.

I sigh, pick up my glass and take a sip, offering her some when I'm done, but she declines with a shake of her head. "So?"

"So nothing, alright, your friend and I are just . . . " I shrug, letting my sentence hang.

"Are you actually going to make me play the guessing game, cause it's getting really old and lame, too. And don't just sit there and tell me she means nothing to you because you and I both know you'd be lying through your teeth."

Dipo comes back, plops into the seat beside her and pokes his head out. "Need help, boo - boo?"

She smiles at him, shakes her head "No honeycombs, I got this." And she turns back to look at me.

Oh fucking hell! Fucking pet names are driving me fucking crazy!

"What on earth do you expect me to say, hmm?" I suddenly lash out. "How do you expect me to date someone who already has a boyfriend? Riddle me that, Eve's best friend."

A smile creeps up on her face as she stares intently at me. "So you want to date her, huh? And who told you she's got a boyfriend?"

I make a disgruntled sound at the back of my throat. This discussion has gone on long enough, so I make to get up, but she puts a firm hand on my lap.

I feel absolutely mortified. "Look here lady, I don't like you that way. Let Dipo tend to your needs, he's definitely trying in that department."

She throws her head back and laughs gaily. "I would have been offended if I didn't know the type of man you are, but never mind. I'll let your statement slide. For the record - Eve doesn't have a boyfriend. Dee, that bastard was her ex and of course you know there was no love lost between the two of them."

"So who the fuck is the guy that keeps hanging around her? She told me they were dating." I try, but fail miserably to sound uninterested. Actually, I sound jealous as fuck. My heart beats hard against my rib cage as I wait for her answer - It's extremely important for me to know.

It could mean the beginning of something meaningful for Eve and I.

"She's been hanging out with a guy?" She looks just as confused as I, so I decide to paint her a verbal picture.

"Average height, slightly buff, clean shaven, bald head, pretty face. Ring a bell?" It feels distasteful, describing another guy that Eve hangs around with.

Eve's friend sighs and shakes her head as recognition filters into her eyes. "And here I was, thinking you were really intelligent. That pretty face as you put it, is Eve's cousin - Tom. She played you, Segun, and you fell."

I stare hard at her, wondering if she's playing me now.

"That can't be true!" I stare disbelievingly at her, some more. "I saw them kissing at the strip club."

"Go figure, Sherlock Holmes. Don't expect me to feed you any more bait. You want her, you're going to have to figure out a way to get her." She takes the blunt from between my fingers, takes a hit on it and hands it back to me, then turns to Dipo and begins chatting with him, dismissing me in the process.

I absentmindedly drag on the blunt, contemplating her words, when she turns back to me. "And the name's Ebere, you'd better remember it this time."

"Yes ma'am!" I reply, smiling at her. She smiles back and turns once more to face Dipo who clasps the back of her neck and draws her close to him for a lingering kiss. By the time they pull apart, they're both panting hard and I honestly can't believe I watched them for that long.

Sad!

When I turn to look at Femi, he's got his hands on the shoulders of two women that are sitting on either side of him.

Well ... his abstinence didn't last very long!

I become pensive as I recall what Ebere - not going to forget her name in a hurry this time, said.

Eve lied to me about her cousin being her boyfriend?

Shit!

So I got played.

The player turned into a playee - whatever that means.

Oh Eve, princess... I'm so coming for you, baby.

I pick up my phone from the table and put her number on speed dial, clicking on it immediately after doing so.

When I get an automated switched off response, disappointment licks through my entire being.

I become momentarily distracted when Femi shouts. "See uku (bum bum)," his two hands are on his head in awe as he watches a girl twerking to the thong song, by Cisqo. The DJ is all about 90's songs tonight.

I shake my head in disappointment and swivel my head to the right, only to see Ebere and Dipo still locking lips without a care in the world. "Guys, break this shit up and get a room. Some of us don't want to be scarred for life."

Dipo pokes his head out and smirks. "Stop with the jealousy man, doesn't suit you."

"Hey Babe! Know where your friend is right now?" I ask Ebere. She turns round to face me and I notice her lipstick has been wiped clean off her lips.

"She should be home, but I'd advise you see her in the morning instead, you know, when you're clear headed." She jerks her head at the blunt in my hand and then down to the hennessy bottle on the table.

I nod as she turns right back to Dipo and continues their kissing excercise.

Damn!

I want to see Eve now, envelope her in my arms, feel her soft body and kiss her senseless.

No sex yet - that can wait till she's ready.

Wait...

That's gotta be illegal!

Let me rephrase that a bit...

I don't mind begging her for sex, don't even mind being her lil' bitch for it, either.

I must be going soft in the head.

I sink my head in my hands and yelp as heat singes my ear.

Flinging the blunt to the floor in anger, I notice my phone lighting up, and a text box appearing at the top as I pick it up from where it fell onto the floor. Luckily the screen isn't broken - Samsung phones are strong like that.

But as I unlock my phone, shock spirals through me, jolting me up from my seat as I stare at the message in shock.

What the hell?