‘’I love that song,’’ she said coolly as R. Kelly’s Step in the Name of Love was buzzing through the speakers.
He smiled, drained the rest of his wine, and handed the empty glass to a passing footman. He stretched out his right arm. She grabbed it and they both move slowly to the rhythm. Most of the guests were now dancing.
He was a big fan of R. Kelly, and this particular jam was one of his favourites. Senator can wait. This lady right here craves for some stepping. Only one thing though, he wished Kels could change the ‘love’ in the title of the song to ‘no love.’ It was obvious Theresa was so into him, but he wasn’t.
On the far side of the floor was Kola and Nike. They both move awkwardly to the rhythm. No thanks to Kola. He was a terrible dancer and he knew it. He knew his cousin must have figured that out. Yes. This wasn’t football.
Then he remembered his friend, Deji. R. Kelly’s number one fan as he always calls himself. ‘’Ignition’ was his favourite jam whenever he was on the upbeat. Stepping to this particular song wouldn’t be a problem.
Kola needed his cousin to enjoy the event to the fullest. He wouldn’t bore her with his unwieldy moves.
’I’m enjoying this.’’ Theresa said with a radiant smile.
Of course, you are. Enjoy it while it lasts. Deji thought. He had always believed her to be beautiful, but now he’s starting to doubt his own belief after comparing her with Nike. Perhaps Nike was just a goddess. He was done for.
‘’That makes the two of us,’’ he said, forcing a smile at his dance partner.
Like Deji was a seer, Theresa’s moment was short-lived when Kola appeared with Nike beside him.
“May I please cut in on this dance?’ Kola asked in a cushy manner. ‘’The point of this event is to socialize. I’m beginning to bore my cousin.’’
Deji could not think of a reasonable way to turn his friend down. ‘’Of course,’’ he mumbled, releasing Theresa.
Kola had darted away with Theresa in no time. Deji was left alone with his very own first love—Nike. He turned to her. Ignoring her poker face, he stretched out his arm. She accepted it hesitantly. Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud was playing now. They moved with the rhythm like a real couple. Deji could not help but stare at her, while she kept her eyes downcast and refused to meet his gaze.
Was she nervous like he was? Deji spoke when he could no longer endure the awkward silence, ‘’How is Alani?’’
Nike could not believe it. After over a decade of seeing each other, they finally got to be alone on the dance floor and he couldn’t think of a better conversation other than this. Great, Deji. Just great.
Being shocked by the question didn’t stop her from replying him calmly. A trait she inherited from her mother, Awele. ‘’Can we not talk about that?’’ Her eyes still fixed on the floor tiles.
‘’Well, I just want to be sure I’m safe dancing with another man’s wife.’’
She stopped moving, freed her hands and looked him in the face. ‘’if you want to know if I’m married, you should’ve just asked.’’ She straightening her dress and added, ‘’enjoy the rest of the evening,’’ before walking away leaving Deji right there.
Nike headed to the bar and ordered for Cosmopolitan. A drink she fell in love with since she watched S£x in the City series.
A young man lean across the bar beside her. ‘’Hey bro,’’ he called out to the bartender who was backing him at the time, ‘’since I’m not on the set of S£x and the City, can I please have Rum and Coke?’’
He must have watched S£x in the City. Nike thought. It would have been fun talking about her favourite TV series this lovely night, but she clearly was in no mood for that. No thanks to Deji.
She quickly emptied her glass, dropped it on the slab and left the bar before the young man could make his next move. She didn’t bother looking his direction.
Peter was watching a lady he was about to start a conversation with walk away when another lady in a pink gown, this one chubbier, blocked his view. He looked up slowly to identify the figure. He needed not a telepath to tell him the damsel was related to the hostess. If she was not Mrs Williams’ sister, he was d–n sure she was her daughter. He smiled at her and quickly turned his gaze to the dance floor. No distraction. He said to himself.
Bunmi leaned across the bar pretending Peter was not the reason she came over. She had seen Nike left the spot in a hurry. Perhaps this dark, tall and almost six feet guy was hers. She has been single long enough. Bunmi’s ex-boyfriend, Raymond, a UK based guy had dumped her months ago, but she let her family believed they were still together. To her it was better for them to think that way so when she gets a new man she can make them believe she was the one who broke up with Raymond.
‘’Everyone seems to be on the dance floor except you.’’ Bunmi said with a sensual voice.
No. No. He was here for Nike, he wasn’t going to allow himself to be distracted. This lady beside him might be her sister. He immediately he titled his head a little to look at her, her see-through dress made him change his decision. ’’With you right here, I think I’m in the best place.’’
After few conversations that confirmed Peter’s guess about Bunmi being Mrs Williams’ relative, Bunmi led him to an empty bedroom down the hall. As she walked towards the room desire went through her body.