PULL OVER (EPISODE 7)

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This is a long, chapter and it’s worth the read… let’s have a little truth or dare. I would appreciate your comments too. Thanks in advance.

Manir’s POV

Manir:

I am outside. Take your time.

I dropped my phone on the console and lean back in my seat. I should be at home, preparing from my trip to Dubai but I really don’t feel like it. I would just use one of my recent travel bags and add what I need; my body sprays and some snacks. I am always on the road, one state to another, one country to another. I live for the trips as I get to broaden my horizon, which in turn increases my creativity.

Andero Limited is a family inheritance from my father’s side of the family of which I am the sole heir. My uncle, Wole, is from my great grandfathers’ brothers’ lineage and has some shares in the company. I really don’t have many people from my father’s side as they are usually too busy to have more than one child, just like my father. The company has loads of interest in real estate, architecture, and construction. I fully function in the real estate segment although I run around everything. My cousins from my mothers’ side, the Joses were also shareholders as they had helped me with funds during the company’s downtime about seven years ago.

I smile as I remember our last get together during the last Christmas.

“Seriously Manir, you need to settle down. You are the only one left without kids you know.” Rayo had said as she stared at her husband, Richard who was coaching her brothers’ children before they began their football match which would later turn to handball. Because Rayo just married and is enjoying the bliss of marriage, she thinks everyone should join the train.

“Rayo, let it go. I am okay this way.”

She laughed and I know what she was saying was coming from a loving heart. “Which man would get tired of having different girls every day?”

“Definitely not me.” I sipped from my cup of blackcurrant juice. Having children around makes the adults take drinks they can put down easily and not having a drunk child in the house, Aunty Lilian made sure of that. The story of when Kieta was ten – Michael’s love child – and drunk due to careless placement of alcoholic drink still scares the family.

“You know Lagos babes are quick to jump into relationships without depth just to get out of debt and show off.” Morris, her immediate elder brother said. “I support Manny on this one.”

“See you rhyming, hah. Why won’t you?” Rayo responded in sibling banter.

“At least I am free from baby mama drama. Be happy for me.” Stating my course, I look to Morris for support.

“Slow down sis, he has to sample well before he settles now.”

I just looked on and smiled at the children antics with Richard and Majid. Michael was nowhere to be found. Thank God Morris stepped in and is now taking the lecture Rayo was doling out on the beauty of committing to one babe.

The vibration of my phone jerked me back to reality and I quickly pick it up. In the space of that short time, I have five messages and two are from Zoya. We really need to exchange phone numbers soon.

Zoya:

Where are you parked? 4:48 PM

Hello? 4:52 PM

Manir:

My hazards lights are on. 4:53 PM

Zoya:

Oh sweet. 4:53 PM

I unlock the doors and her refreshing presence filled the space of my car.

“What a day! I can’t believe we are seeing in the flesh and when I googled you, oh my …” Her sweet voice went on.

Okay, when I saw her at the office, all that was in my head was Man, you have hit gold, time to shine. But right now with her chatty self, immaculate body and what I know about her from our chats, I think I really like her personality.

“Manir?”

“Uh yes?” I turned to face her with a smile and she burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry.” She said in between laughter, “I got carried away, it’s just that I can’t believe it!. Arrrgggghhh”

Ladies…

“I really did not take you to be this type of babe Queen Zo.”

She cocked her head to the side as she glanced at me, “No more Queen Zo, my name is Zoya.”

Playing along, I mimic her. “Hello, Zoya.”

“No, scrap that, Ehizoya but you can call me Zoya.” Then she pulled out her hand to shake me formally which I obliged her.

“Nice to meet you Zoya. I’m Benedict in public but my close pals call me Manir or Manny.”

With a coy smile, she puckered. “Of course, Manny.”

“You just ruined it.” And I smiled. I ignite the car and set the gear to drive.

“Waoh, so here we are…How has your day been?”

“It started off annoying the –”

“But I apologized now,” Zoya said in a whiny voice. If I had not met with her at work today, I would have been irritated by her antics but she is fascinating so I continue.

“Calm down,” I flicked a glance at her while I continued driving into the Lagos after work traffic. “It started off annoying then later became exceptional. And before you ask, good exceptional.”

She giggled and I felt good.

I knew what she was going to ask because that was how we commenced our chats on most days.

“And yours?”

“It started off shitty aswear, but along came you…”

Four years of social media friendship can cause one to make crazy statements. Were I not interested in her, I wouldn’t have bothered, but we had made promises and dares that right now, I am more than willing to follow through.

After driving for an hour through the traffic and talking about work, life, and every other thing we could stumble upon, I arrive at her neighborhood with her direction. Not a bad place and definitely not far from my crib. To think she stayed at Ikosi all along and she couldn’t make time out to see me or visit me. Zoya was one weird lady. Her latest excuse was that her boyfriend would not be cool with it but with everything she says about the guy, I don’t see him standing if I decide to step into the picture which I am considering.

“You know you owe me something right?” We are currently parked in front of her house and I know I can get what she was owing me under the cloak of the encroaching darkness. She had let it slip during our discussion that her dad was on his usual trip and her sister was in school, yet to return for her break.

“Naa… not in this life.” As she made to open the door, I use the central lock button to lock her in.

“Manny? Are you kidding me?” She turned to face me and I smirked at her.

“Naa.. not in this life,” I said mimicking her earlier response. I think I am getting used to her tilting and cocking of her head. “I really didn’t want to hold you on it, but you left me with no choice.”

“How?” She leaned her back on the door as if trying to get far away from the big bad wolf, which happens to be me. I really don’t mind.

I smiled at her, my hands encouraging her to go ahead.

“Manir, just because I sent you a kissing smiley and you said you wanted a real one and I said when we ever meet in person you can kiss me for all you want doesn’t mean I meant.”

“I believe you are a woman of your words.”

“Seriously Manir, flattery would get you nowhere.”

“But you are not leaving here until I get what you promised. After all, I didn’t ask for it.”

“Manir..” Haha, she sounded like she wanted to but didn’t want to. What is with ladies and keeping up appearances. This is the same lady who described to me in details how she gave her first blow job without throwing up.

“I have all night babe, a promise is –”

“You have to prepare for your flight for tomorrow.”

“You are not my PA, I would have taken you home to help with that.”

“But we just met…”

“I’m not asking you to have sex with me.” She rolled her eyes at that, “I am only asking for a simple kiss. I can remember another time where you said Christians should greet their brothers in the Lord with holy kisses.”

Her eyes went round like saucers and I surprised myself by laughing, “I was reporting my argument with my friend, that wasn’t me!”

“It’s just a kiss. Simple kiss –”

“What if I was just teasing you all along?”

“Truth or dare?” this was a game we played every time we were bored listing our daily routine and it had helped us know each other more.

“Truth.”

“Chicken.” She thinks she can escape her verdict but I’ll let her know two can play this game. “Do you have an excuse for a boyfriend?” that got me a glare but I was not backing down.

“Yes or no, Queen Zo?”

She let out air she had gathered, “Yes.”

“So you see, you have been sincere with me all along.” I wiggled my brows as I decided to be done with it once and for all. I leaned towards her, “It’s just a kiss between two longtime friends babe.”

“Okay, okay. It’s just a kiss.” She closed her eyes and puckered her lips. If only she knew that I had been thinking of this moment since I realized the naïve but sexy lady stepping into the conference room as her.

I smiled and let her hang there. My eyes traced her delicate features, her sharp nose that she once told me she was self-conscious about. I can’t wait to find out the patch of hair she said she had mistakenly cut off while loosening her hair months ago.

“Hurry up Manir, I have never kissed a stranger before. I would get to write this in my –”

Our lips touched and she shut up. Her warm breath fanned my face and I inhaled deeply. I didn’t do anything, we just remained that way for brief seconds. I don’t know if she was trying to moisten her dry lips but I felt her tongue graze my lips and that was when I quickly brought my hands to her face to deepen the kiss then withdrew back to my space.

She immediately opened her eyes and had the gut to smile.

“For one second, I thought I had to teach you to kiss.”

“Uhun…”

“Maybe you have just been teasing about your many conquests.” Then she laughed. I unlocked the door and she opened it.

“Thanks for the ride, have a safe flight.” One of her legs was already out of the ride.

“Sure, give me your phone please.” She handed me her unlocked phone and I dialed my phone number.

“Oh,” she said when she heard my phone ringing and I handed her phone back to her.

“We would see when I return?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Definitely.”

“Have a great night.” And I couldn’t resist it, “Say hi to Eric okay.”

“Get out!” She slammed the door and I drove off.

She had once said that she could not fathom how guys would have a girlfriend and still kiss, make out or have sex with another girl.

I like her.

PULL OVER (EPISODE 6)

Don’t you?

What do you think about the kiss? Way over the top? Why did he even force it?


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