Zack pulls up to my building, and my ride up isn’t any better with my thoughts raging between desire for her and jealousy charging through my bones.
In my apartment, I pull out a suitcase and start to pack like I’m moving in today, but I know it’s going to be a few days. I have my bags packed and ready to go. With the bags stuffed, it dawns on me that I’m back to non-stop thoughts of her and the fact she’s traveling to UK. I call the guys, and no one is available to hang out with me. I decide to go to the club to get the edge off. There’s no way that I won’t pop multiple vessels at the rate at which I’m going with wanting her.
I know the last time I tried visiting the club, I achieved nothing and came back miserable. But I can’t stay here. Jerking off in my bathroom hasn’t helped either. Now she’s flying across the ocean to another man, and I can’t stop her. All I can do is chase a fleeting distraction—someone who won’t come close to how she makes me feel but might quiet the ache of wanting her. Shutting the suitcases and leaving them by the door, I leave and grab the keys to my Maserati.
I drive to the club, hating myself with each mile. I pick a lady who is my usual. She moves above me while I close my eyes and try to feel something beyond the momentary release. I tell myself this helps and it’s what I wanted. But when she's finished and smiling down at me, I can't meet her eyes. One of us got what they came for, and I'm left with the same hollow feeling I drove there to escape.
I leave the club and drive home. In the shower, I’m fucking hard just thinking about her again, and the only relief I get is when I help myself. Whatever edge I thought I’d walked away from was a temporary fix because I’m now back at the edgeagain. I fucking need Anu. I might as well surrender to thoughts of her every day and every night.
I sleep better when I let all fantasy of her play out in my head. I awake to the unwelcome thought and jealousy surrounding her travels.
Soon as I make it to the office, I give the signed agreement to Patrick.
“I need a signed copy sent to Ms Kuti right away.”
“Do you have her email?”
“I’ll forward her phone number. Make sure you have it sent to her and get the security code to the building.”
“Security code, boss?”
“Yes, I’ll be moving in with her. I’m her new roommate.” He’s surprised though he tries very much to hide it.
I move past him to my office, realizing that I needed to hear her voice. I call her anyways. It takes three rings before she answers.
“Hello,” she sounds sleepy.
“Hi, Anu, it’s Daniel.”
“I know it’s you. Is something wrong?”
“No, I was going to have someone deliver the agreement.”
“I’m not home, but an email will be fine. I’ll text you, my email address.”
“Okay, I’ll have my PA send you the agreement. I thought you were getting your laundry done last night.”
“Yeah, we did, then decided to go out and returned to Nkem’s place tired.”
“Okay, hope it was fun.”
“It was, until some asshole thought my father gave him permission to grind my ass with his stiff dick.” I hold in my annoyance and try to sound neutral.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I informed him that I’m well trained in self-defense and very good at disarming unpleasant men by attacking their dick, or I could give him a double dose of pepper spray, if he didn’t stop being an asshole.”
I burst into laughter.
“What did he say?”
“He walked away fast. Case closed, counselor.” I’m laughing at the extent of her ballsy. She’s certainly very interesting.
“Are you well trained in self-defense?” I ask.
“Well, my brother thought it would be prudent for me to learn how to defend myself and not be a damsel in distress. Lord knows being an ambassador’s daughter made me an easy target.”
“Smart brother, and I’ll have to remember that you come ready to swing at short notice.”
