Mel got to the door just at the end of the second round of knocking; She swiftly turned the key and pulled the door open. The smile grew slowly, bringing her face to life. Dozie had texted her the day after he returned to Abuja and she invited him over immediately; what was the use pretending she wasn’t glad he was back?
“Good to see you Dee, come inside please!” she accepted the hug he offered, and locked the door after him.
He looked around her living room, taking in the decor as he got comfortable. Finally looking at her, he said “It’s really nice. Better than you described”.
“Eh well, maybe I was being modest with my words. Would you like a drink? I have…”
Mel rattled off the contents of her fridge; she grabbed a beer for him, and half full bottle of white wine for herself.
He asked her about how she was handling work and school, she asked him about being a professional pilot. They talked about everything they didn’t talk about over the phone. As they caught up on the basics, time seemed to melt away; it could have been just another day spent together prior to his trip.
Dozie was the proverbial ‘one that got away’ only in this case, he went to school. She, a strong believer in close proximity relationships, suggested a break. Mel believed they’d find their way back to each other if the universe willed it. However, that belief was slowly debunked as time passed and her attention was pulled in new directions. Her hand flew to her choker again, causing her heart to flutter briefly.
Would he come here today? He mentioned he was driving, when she tried to mention Dozie’s pending arrival. He never got around to giving her his permission and she didn’t want to hesitate with Dozie. The brat in her did what it did best and now, she struggled to keep the delicious trepidation at bay.
Dozie was saying something funny, she laughed along knowing she didn’t hear a word of what was so funny.
“Ever the class clown”, she said getting up, “would you li—
She was interrupted by her phone; the ringtone caused her stop in her tracks. Her hand nervously toyed with the o-ring at her neck as she answered.
“Hello Sir. Well thank you. No. Yes I am. Lunch, yes. Okay Sir. Did y—”. Mel’s eyes blinked rapidly at the suddenness with which the call ended.
She got Dozie another beer and followed instructions immediately; smiling nervously, she began to strip. Her unsuspecting guest was equal parts shocked and pleased with the unexpected turn of events. “Ummm……Mel…I…”
She shook her head, gesturing he be silent and that everything was fine. She got on her knees, feet touching at the toes, she reached sideways for a towel cleverly stashed beneath the single seater. Holding it firmly in her left hand, she crossed her palms at her lower back and waited, watching the door, muttering words without making sounds.
Dozie was still trying to make sense of what was happening, when the lock of the front door gave way.
Someone had a key, and clearly, free access to the house.
Someone who wasn’t Mel, the occupant he was familiar with.
He realized too late, the person—a tall man dressed in all black— walked in. He got in, shut the door and waited, right before where Mel knelt. Close enough for her to touch but not without some effort; Mel bent face down, wiping his shoes with the cloth in her left hand. She cocked her head to the side and kissed the front of his shoes.
“Mel… who is this?”
Her Owner was glaring at Dozie. She could feel her vagina grow heavy from fear, and a slick feeling of need. She had done it now.
Candid. Real. Me. 