Its been almost three months since i expelled Leo from my life and life had never been sweeter. Osas was a constant surprise; he had made her life so much easier. he took her any and everywhere as much as he could because he never wanted her to leave his sight. However, she had quite a tough schedule and he never really liked much the idea of her on night shifts especially with the threat of Leo still out there. he drove her there on such nights despite her protests. he wasn’t afraid of Leo because I knew that when it got down to it, I could handle him. What I couldn’t handle would be anything happening to Osas
I came clean to Osas on everything that happened between us but he found it hard to believe that Leo could be mentally unstable and constantly laughed at my “paranoia”. I knew Leo to be quite vindictive so I suspected that despite the fact that he had let me be for some time, I couldn’t afford to lull myself to a state of false security.
I had to change the locks to the house when I noticed a set of keys was missing and warn Abdul to never let him inside the compound under whatever pretext. he had asked me for my keys once which I had refused. Then he had tried other means, by leaving bits and pieces of clothing around but I made sure he took them with him. All attempts by him to make a camp in my house failed. After his first display, I had cautioned myself to keep him at an arms length and I did.
Sadly, Osas never understood why I was so cautious. he was a free-spirited guy who was determined to believe in the innate good in people. he was an incurable optimist; a trait I adored but not in this matter. Leo had given me really bad vibes and I considered taking drastic actions but what if he just made an empty threat? I laughed at myself. That was exactly what Osas would say.
I turned my attention back to him. There was a peaceful and satisfied
expression on his face as he slept. I dropped the tray consisting of a
plate of toast, fried eggs, orange juice and dessert on the bedside
table and sat down next to him on the bed. he was still fast asleep and
I didn’t blame him. Where the energy of last night came from is still a
mystery. It had started with the movies; both of us with Max and his wife, Debra who had just come back from the UK where she had just
completed her Masters. After a highly disappointing movie, we decided to
head to a karaoke bar where we decided that Osas could be the next big
thing in the music industry if he really cared.After a large number of drinks, Max and I parted ways at about 2:30am and the moment Osas and I got home, it was a race to see who could undress the other first. Our clothes formed a trail of bread crumbs to the bedroom where we fell into bouts and bouts of passionate love making till we fell into exhaustion-induced sleep. I had laughed at the thought of Hansel and Gretel when I saw the trail of clothes leading to the bedroom when I went to fix him breakfast.
I traced my fingers on his perfect body as I watched intently for any reaction. There was none. I sighed a bit disappointed that things weren’t going as I had planned it but there was always room for improvisation. I leaned over and kissed his cheeks. he stirred with a smile and drew me closer for a full kiss.
“I thought I was going to have to pour some ice water on you.” I said smiling.
“How come you’re up so early? What time is it?” he asked stretching and kicking off the covers and exposing his full body.
“I made you breakfast.” I said, handing him a glass of juice.
“Oh baby…” he exclaimed with a smile accepting the glass. “You do think of everything. I’m actually starving.”
“I knew you would be.” I said as I watched him sip. After he was done with it, I handed him a plate of toast and fried eggs. he took the first bite and savored it; it was good.
“Where’s yours?” he asked when he saw me just watching him.
“Mine? Oh, I’m good. I’ll have something much later.” I said.
“You sure? We could share. Its really good.” he said, trying to feed me a bite but I declined.
“Is it poisoned?” he asked suspiciously.
“Perhaps.” I said smiling mischievously.
he laughed and continued to eat while I sat with him, passing him the glass of juice between intervals. When he finished, he sighed with satisfaction.
“Darling, that was great.” he said kissing me again. I nodded and kept smiling.
“I don’t know why you’ve been staring at me. Do I look like a movie?” he asked, frowning. I laughed as he drew up the bed covers over his body.
“I’m just wondering if you just fed me now to have me for breakfast. The way you’re looking at me is predatory.” he continued with a hilarious expression on his face.
“That’s the plan.” I said giving him my most charming smile. “But you’re not done with breakfast yet.”
“Do you intend to over feed me on this bed this morning?” he asked, laughing merrily.
“Yes.”
he looked at the bedside table and saw the smaller plate with the contents covered.
“What’s inside?” he asked suspiciously again.
“Dessert.” I said.
“Yaayyy! I love dessert!!” he exclaimed but stopped short. “Is this a two course meal?”
“No. Three.”
“Three? I don’t see a third plate.” he said, looking at me with a frown.
“You’re talking with your meal.” I said grinning.
i couldn't hold it anymore, i rushed over to him, the day was pretty young anyways (winks)
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