I now know the definition of complication. Complication can be defined as when you are in love with the brother of a guy who raped you and killed your father.
Dilemma is deciding whether this affects what you feel for him.
Daniel was quiet. Disturbingly quiet. I had told him everything and he had turned cold afterwards. It was scary. We walked back to the party in silence. I wish I could read his thoughts.
We got into the party and he excused himself. I saw Linda waving to me so I walked up to her.
“You, where you waka go? Na so Oga dey look for you.” Linda said.
“Wetin do your eyes? You go smoke gbana?” Now I started to laugh.
“Anyway, Oga introduced me to his cute brother; he wanted to introduce you too”. I stopped laughing.
She pulled me towards Femi and that rapist.
“Sir, look who I found.”
“Oh! Hi, Shalewa. I was starting to think someone kidnapped you.” He smiled and continued. “This is my brother, Gbolahan Williams.”
I looked into his eyes. There was no hint of recognition. Impossible!
“Hello Shalewa! My brother speaks highly of you.” His British accent had not changed.
“Oh! Were you the guy that got punched at the bar?” That was what came out of my mouth. God saved him. I would have called him Willie-Willie and thrown him off balance.
He smiled and whispered something to his brother and walked away. He asked Linda to go to the bar with him. I wanted to scream “Noooooo!” to Linda but I held back.
I caught Femi staring at me. “You don’t like my brother?”
“Not that, I’m just tired. Sorry.”
“You can go back to the hotel if you want.”
“Thank you. Goodnight.”
“I’ll take you to your room to make sure you are fine. Who knows the kind of people that are in this party?”
I laughed sarcastically. If only you knew.
I looked around for Daniel but didn’t see any sign of him. We got to my door and I looked at Mr. Oga to say goodnight.
“I’ll tuck you in.” He said with a straight face.
I laughed. We entered and I shut the door.
“I’m actually just looking for an excuse to get away from the party. I’ve had enough of socialites and celebs for one day.” He collapsed on my bed.
“You’ll break it.” I said, grinning.
“Do I weigh that much?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, let’s find out.”
He pulled me and I fell on the bed. We both started to laugh.
“Ok so I’m about to put my weight on you.”
“Nooooo!” I attempted to get up.
“I’m kidding; I wouldn’t wanna crush those cute bones of yours.”
The silence that followed afterwards was soothing. It was the best time of tonight.
I had a plan in my head. It was not fine tuned yet but I had a plan. I laid my head on his stretched arms. He didn’t say anything. I closed my eyes for a while. I opened my eyes and saw that his eyes were close. I got up slowly so I would not wake him.
I backed the bed and started to unzip my dress. I reached for my robe that was laid on the chair at the same time.
“I’m not sleeping you know.”
I jumped. He laughed at me. I started to zip back my dress. I was too embarrassed to look at him. I heard his footsteps as he approached me. As he held me from behind, I started to melt. He kissed my neck and trailed his lips slowly to my back.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.” He said as he ran his tongue on my earlobe.
“You shouldn’t,” I managed to whisper.
“Tell me to stop.” He said as he made me turn to look at him.
His eyes were filled with passion. They were sexily dilated. If I let him go, this may never happen again. My entire plan will be messed up. I was not done drawing the plan, but I had laid the foundation. This was the only way to get Willie-Willie to admit to what he did. I wanted justice. If this is the price to pay, then so be it. I had to be sure of what I really felt. I loved Femi very much, but bringing Willie-Willie to ashes was more important to me.
I felt a rush of guilt as the thought of Daniel rushed into my head. I ignored it and made my decision. Revenge and love: can they be managed separately? Maybe!
“I can’t..” I said weakly.
He put his lips on mine. Nothing has ever felt this good before. Not even cold stone could taste or make me feel this good. I bit on his lower lips and he moaned. We moved slowly towards the bed with our lips locked. He gently placed me on the bed and began to stare at me.
“One question..? He said.
“Daniel.. I saw you two leave together.. things are complicated as it is already. I wouldn’t wanna..” He paused to suckle on my lower lips. I was in heaven. I moaned shamefully.
When he stopped I managed to answer, “He’s just a friend.. a close friend.”
“Can I kiss you?” He asked.
I started to laugh. “After how many kisses..?”
He laughed and continued. “Oh! You have a dimple!” He kissed my cheek.
“So how did you find out about your mother – step mother rather?” His face had turned serious again. His brow formed a perfect arch each time he wore a serious look.
“You are frowning, you know?” I said.
“No I’m not.” he grinned.
I told him how I found out and my fears of my father’s will. He advised me and said I should seek counsel from my father’s family to find out the truth. That would mean a trip to Akure to see my father’s sister.
“I can come with you if you want.”
I looked away shyly.
“Was it you?” I asked. I needed him to admit it was him at the club.
He smiled. “I gave the shoe to my mallam.”
I started to laugh.
“Did you know it was me when you interviewed me?”
“Yes – before you start thinking you got the job because of this reason, you got it because you are a smart lady.”
“A smart lady I really really like. I know this is complicated and we should talk about it before we make a mistake. I want you, not because I wanna get laid or something but I wanna get to know you.”
“So, I’m going to go now and we’ll talk in the morning.” He got up to leave.
“Wait!” I rushed to meet him.
“What about Miss Agedo?”
“She’s just a friend. Goodnight, Shalewa.” He pecked me on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Mr. Williams.”
“..Femi” I corrected myself.
“Say it again.” He whispered.
“Femi..” Our eyes locked for some seconds before he walked away.
I went back into the room and brought out my diary. It was time to draw out the right plan to get my revenge. “I will hunt you down Gbolahan Williams. Scouts honour.”
Omoshalewa Benson: Tales of a Lagos babe is written by Tobilola ‘Bella’ Agoro (@tobiagoro)