Chapter 55: Chapter 55

~Jade~

He motioned for me to wait a little. Then, he disappeared to a room and reappeared with a slippers. He dropped them in front of me.

'You should change into this.'

I stared at the big slippers before wearing them. They were big, way too big, that my feet got lost in them self.

'Is this your dad's?'

I blurted out without thinking. He smiled.

'Nah, it's my grandfather's.'

I made to hit him and he ducked.

'Mama, why are you this violent?'

'I'm not violent and besides, why are you slippers this big? Your feet are too big.'

I said, staring at his feet.

'They're not. It's your feet that are too small. Too tiny. Even Moji has bigger feet.'

I made to hit him again and he ducked, shaking his head before he started to walk towards the stairs. I stared at my toes in his slippers. They looked cute, way too beautiful in his slippers. I like how feet feel like in them. I tapped the floor, all the while smiling at his slippers.

They've gotten you, real bad.

When I looked up, Uthman was looking at me with a bemused expression on his face. Then he shook his head before gesturing for me to follow him.

When he opened the door to his room, I was momentarily surprised by how fastidiously neat and clean it was.

'Oh wow. Your room is so neat. I wasn't expecting it to be this neat.'

I said immediately I entered. He entered after me and closed the door.

'What were you expecting? You've never seen a neat guy's room before.'

I could literally feel the smile in his voice even without turning to look at me.

'At all.' I answered. 'My brother's room doesn't count. I've never entered Akin's room and Israel's own that I've entered is a no go area. It was no different from a trashcan.'

He did not say anything and I thought he probably did not hear me so I turned to look at him. His gaze was intent on me.

'So, you've entered Israel's room before?'

I nodded. 'Countless times.'

I did not think much of it before I answered but on seeing his expression, I had an inking on what it was all about.

He is jealous.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

'The two of you were alone in his room?'

I shook my head.

'Nah, his grandparents were in there with us. Abeg, where is the PES so I'd just break it and get it done with.'

I glanced around the room and my eyes landed on the flat screen on his wall. Messi's portrait was on the wall above it.

'So, this is my not so popular rival? Tsk tsk tsk. I can't believe I'm competing with this thing.'

I said, pointing my index finger at it. He smiled and moved away from the door.

'Should I turn it on and teach you how to play?'

I cocked my head to one side.

'Shey me? I'll rather pick rice.'

He burst into laughter.

'Come on, it's not that bad.'

I walked to his bed and sat down on it.

'It's that bad. It's the most boring game ever.'

'Oh oh. Wait till I teach you how to play it.'

'Not happening. And besides, you have your  male friends to play with. Wait, are you trying to get me to play so we'd play and have scores like 50-0. No way.'

He turned it on and picked up the two wireless pads. He walked to where I sat and sat down beside me, I instinctively moved away. He handed one of the pads to me.

'Let me show you how it works.'

I did not actually belive I allowed him to teach me but I did. I did not even understand singba. He asked us to play a round and after just 10 minutes into the game, it was already 8-0. You see what I was talking about. Most times, I won't even know the ball was on my player's foot. I dropped the pad.

'I'm not doing again. I can't disgrace my forefathers further.'

He turned to look at me with a smile on his face.

'You're just like Moji but the only thing that one is concerned about doing is changing Neymar's hairstyles. She would even spend hours doing it self.'

I burst into laughter. That girl na real character. My laughter trailed off as he picked up the pads and returned them to where he picked them. I swallowed. I was actually nervous about being in a room with a guy I like.

We are alone in the whole house self.

I glanced around nervously. My eyes fell on a shelf just above his study and I instinctively walked to it. The books on the shelf were basically science textbooks. I hissed silently and was about to turn away when my eyes fell on a row of books. I peered closer. It was really pacesetter books.

'Wow. Where do you get these books from? They're out of print now.'

'They were my mom's. I just arranged them here for arranging sake. I've never read any of them.'

It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed.

I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The  betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

Wow.

'See you smiling at the sight of books. Geez'

I did not turn to look at him.

'You don't know the priceless gems you have here. These books are out of print. You'd better keep them safe.'

He did not reply and I returned the book to the shelf. I glanced outside through his window and I was amazed at the sight from it.

The sight of brown roofs.

I smiled to myself before walking to the window, taking in the sight. When they called Ibadan, the city of brown roofs, they did not lie.

'How come we're seeing this far from your window? It's like using a binocular.'

He did not reply and I turned to look at him. He was sitting in his study desk and staring intently at me. He shrugged before standing up and walkng to me. I turned to face the window again and he stood directly behind me.

'I look out of this window any time I feel sad. It's unbelievable that it lifts my spirit to stare at brown roofs.'

I smiled.

'Probably because of the ancient whatever that's behind it and besides, it's artistry.'

He chuckled and I could literally feel his breath on my neck. I swallowed for the umpteenth time.

'I can't even imagine growing up elsewhere. Ibadan is always going to be that city for me.'

'Me too.'  He replied 'I can't imagine Trans amusement park not being in my childhood memories.'

I burst into laughter. That park was legendary then. It's still legendary though, just not like it used to be.

My laughter trailed off when I realized his hand was on my back. That single contact and I felt my skin jumped. I swallowed just as he turned me around. My right hand instinctively pressed against his chest. His hard chest that I was ogling just hours ago. I want to know how it feels to run my hands over them.

But without clothes on.

Jadeshola Badmus!!!!

I exhaled and kept my gaze on his chest. His right hand was still on my lower back and he used that to nudge me closer. Oh Geez. I can't breath. I kept my gaze on his chest because, I don't even know why. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest or it was probably his. I couldn't tell. I shivered when his left hand touched my chin, raising it and forcing me to look at me.

I swallowed again as my eyes met his. They were dark and unreadable. We maintained eye contact until his eyes dropped to my lips. It lingered there for a minute before he  looked at my eyes again. I looked down at his lips too and I could see his Adams apple bubbling up and down.

His gaze dropped to my lips again and I involuntarily part them. He titled his head to one side and started to bend his head. Our lips were just an inch away from each other. I could feel his warm breath of my mouth, on my nose, on my face.

He pressed his lips against mine.

I don't know why my inside jumped and melted instantly. We've done this before. Why does it feel so foreign? Just when I was about getting lost in the ecstasy of the feel of his lips on mine, he pulled away, putting a small distance between our face. His eyes met mine for the briefest seconds and I heard him cuss before his lips met mine again.

My left hand immediately fisted around his top as he teased my lips apart so my lower lip was in between his lips . I don't where that sigh or moan came from but it sounded like it was from me. His hand on my lower back nudged me even closer and the one on my chin moved to cup my face. I could feel his tongue on my lips and my toes curled in excitement.

Oh my God! Why did I derive myself of this for this long?

My left hand rubbed against his chest before inching up to his shoulder. All the while, he was sucking and nibbling on my lips and I was making this low sounds I didn't know I was capable of making. My hand that was fisted around his top made its way to his shoulders and I joined my two hands together behind his neck. That gave him the freedom to pull me even closer. I did not even we could get closer than we were before.

He parted my lips again and flipped his tongue over my inner lips. I gasped, feeling weak at the knee. God! I'm going to faint. I copied what he was doing and nibbled on his lower lips. His hands on my lower back monetarily fisted and he froze against me. I took that as an invitation to kiss him like he had kissed me earlier. Pulling, nibbling, sucking and biting his lower lips.

I could have sworn I just heard him growled.

I don't even know what I was doing or how I was doing it. His hand cupped my face harder and he pulled my lips ever so slightly that I moaned. My moan met his own groan before he continued what he had been doing, nibbling and sucking and alternating between my lips. I pulled him closer with my hands behind his neck and he groaned again.

Oh my sweet God!

The sound of thunder made me jump from him. But the jump was just enough to put a small distance between our faces. His hand was still on my lower back and mine were intertwined behind his back.

When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me with a look so intent and his eyes were unreadable. I swallowed and when our eyes met, he smiled. I smiled too.

'Wow. How did you get so good?'

He asked with his beautiful smile plastered on his face and he dropped his hands from my back. I was still smiling as I dropped my hands from his neck. The air in the room became chilly and I glanced outside, it had turned 10 shades darker and it was evident it was going to rain anytime soon.

'OH shit! I have to get home. The driver.'

I said, panicking as I walked to the bed. My bag was on. I reached for my phone just as it started to ring. It was the driver and I picked it up. He told me it was already raining hard at home and he would only be able to come and pick me up after it finished raining.

'What did he say?'

I relayed what he said to him and he smiled.

'That means we still have time to spend together.'

I nodded.

'Do you want to watch a film? Should I get you something to eat?'

'Yeah. We should watch a film but I'm not really hungry.'

I sat on the bed and he picked his laptop from his study desk before joining me on the bed. It had already started to rain. The rain making loud sound against the roof. He  turned the laptop on and while it was booting. He turned to look at me with a smug smile on his face.

'What film should we watch?'

The laptop already finished booting and I clicked on the videos, searching for a suitable film to watch.

'Should we watch Fifty Shades? After? Kiss and kill?'

He asked and I turned to look at him. He had a mischievous glint on his face and I matched his expression.

'Really? You don't have Kòtò Ayé? (A legendary yoruba horror  film)

He raised his eye brows with a smile on his face.

'Tsk tsk tsk. You're such a killjoy.'

'And you're such a manwhore.'

He busrt into laughter and I turned back to the laptop, searching for a suitable to watch. I finally picked All the Bright Places.

'Why that emotionally excruciating and sad film? Let's watch something romantic Joor.'

Romantic ko, romantically ni.

I crossed crossed my legs under my knees and settled to watch the film.

'Instead of watching something that'll definitely make you cry, let's just cuddle, it's raining, it's the perfect weather for cuddling.'

I smacked the back of his head before I could stop myself.

'Go and cuddle that thing.'

I pointed to his PES as he grabbed the back of his head. It's tempting, the idea of cuddling. How would it feel to have my whole body wrapped around him?

Jadeshola Badmus, lemme catch you.

I sat up straighter. That was my dad's voice in my head. Oh my God! What was I thinking.

I pressed play and the film started. I've actually read the novel before and I knew where it was going to end. Almost 35 minutes into the film, it was at that scene where Finch was telling Violet that she is all the colours in the bright places and I felt myself starting to tear up. Why did he have to kill himself at the end? Just why?

'You see, I told you not to watch something that'd make you cry. Now, you're starting to tear up.'

He stopped the film and played another one. Maleficient. It was still raining outside. Infact it was raining harder. I checked the time on his Laptop. It was almost 6pm.

Maleficient was a film I've watched over and over but no matter how many times I watch it, it never get boring. We always look at beastly-looking creatures as evil whereas it's the ones that look serene that are actually evil. Just look at the Queen and Maleficient.

'Do you really think Maleficient is evil?'

I asked him and when he did not say anything, I turned to look at him. He was not looking at the screen, he was looking at me and I know that gaze all too well.

His eyes met mine before they dropped to my lips.

Oh wow.

I swallowed just as his lips met mine.

God, no matter how much we kiss, I can't get use to this utter bliss.

He parted my lips with his tongue and one of his hands moved to cup my face. The other one moved to my waist and I felt myself being lowered until my back met his bed. He hovered over me, our lips moving in synch with each other. He nibbled on the lower lips and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

Oh. My. God. This definitely get better.

I felt his hand on my hair and he loosened the bun, running his hands in them.

I melted. Geez. My sweet Lord.

My hands moved around of the volition to the nape of his neck and I played with the hair on his lower head.

I don't know how long we kissed for, alternating between lips, pulling, nibbling and sucking each other's lips.

All my thoughts were turned to mush when his tongue slipped into my mouth, flaring against mine. My eyes flew open at the intensity of the pleasure that brought.

Holy Freaking freak.

My lids started to lower when his tongue flapped against mine and I moaned so loudly.

God! I'm going to kidnap Uthman so we'd do this every day.

I don't know how he was doing it but he was moving his tongue against mine so expertly that it was invoking all kind of sensations in my body.

Oh My God!

My hands pulled him closer to me and I felt my body move beneath him.

He stilled against me.

My eyes flew open just as he raised his head to stare at me. He was looking at me with a look I've not seen before. He stared at me for a little while longer before he pressed his lips against my forehead. He then stood up from the bed and walked out from the room.

What was that?

I sat up, trying to comprehend what just happened. I heard him pacing in the hallway and I stilled, waiting for my ears to hear. I heard nothing. Even the pacing had stopped. I stood up gingerly, my heart still racing in my chest and walked to the door. I opened it and he was in the hallway, doing press up. I crossed my arms over my chest.

'Uthman, what are you doing?'

He stopped for a moment without raising his head to look at me.

'Press Up.'

His voice was 50 shades deeper than usual and I leaned against the door frame.

'I know. What I don't understand is why you're doing press up right now.'

'Unplanned press up are the best. They bring the maximal effect.'

I rolled my ears at the irrationality of his words before entering the room and slamming the door behind me. I walked past the mirror on his wall to go and sit on his bed and I saw a stranger instead of me in the mirror. I retraced my steps back to the mirror.

A mad lady stared back.

WTF? Why do I look like this? My hair was disheveled, my lips swollen and bruised. My lipstick was snarled all over the space between my lower and upper lips.

I look like someone they just kissed the life out of.

My dad would definitely disown me if he should see me like this. Hell. I'll disown myself too.

I took my handkerchief and I looked for my rubber band on his bed. I found it, returned  to the mirror to get rid of the lunatic there. Minutes later, I was done when my phone started to ring. Uthman entered at the same time I dropped the call. It was the driver and he was already downstairs.

'That's the driver. He is around.'

I told him and he nodded. I picked my bag from the bed.

The door to the sitting room opened immediately we got there and his mom entered with Moji drapped over her shoulders. She was sleeping.

'Ekaabo Ma.'

Uthman and I greeted in unison and she nodded before laying Moji on the couch. She muttered incoherent words and pursued her lips in her sleep. I smiled. See vixen that has boyfriend oo.

'Oh God! I'm so tired. The rain was so heavy. Everywhere was a mess. Traffic was mad.'

Thank God for the rain sha.

'Mom, I want to see Jade out. Her driver is already outside.'

'Oh. Alright. Take care dear. My regards to your mom.'

Her eyes were closed and it was evident that she was tired. I curtesied even though she couldn't see me.

Once outside the main house, Uthman moved closer and intertwined our hands. I smiled. The driver was outside and Uthman gave my hand a small squeeze before letting go.

'See you in two days time.'

He said as I started to walk to the call.

'Don't miss me too much.'

I rolled my eyes but I smiled anyways. I knew I was going to miss him.

Way too much self.

I entered the car and waved at him. He waved back with a sensual smile on his lips.

My favorite part of him.

Oh my God!

I'm such a goner.