PRISS

"Ini", a voice called, instantly I recognised it, that was my one and only Cliff's voice, the only person that called me Ini. After we had gotten back from the retreat, he had placed a call and I'd called me Inioluwa which was my third name, though he had called it wrongly and I'd laughed really hard bbefore correcting him. He'd decided to call me the name no one had called me saying it was special and that Priss was being called by everyone. Ever since then we'd both agreed on calling ourselves the third name, Ayonimofe being his own third name. We called each other that name everytime we were alone.

"Mofe", the moonlight found its way into the closet, looking up to see Cliff's handsome face, the moon shone brightly on his face. The world fell away, drained of all colours but him standing in the moonlight, I couldn't stop the huge grin that appeared on my face.

After taking a satisfying look at him in which he was on his stand with a charming smile. He didn't utter a word but instead he bent down to pick me up and carried me out of the closet in a bridal style with my hands around his neck and all I could do was admire his smile. He planted a kiss on my nose before dropping me on my bed gingerly.

"What was that for?", I questioned with amusement colored in my voice.
He sat beside me and I turned to him, his right hand found its way to my forehead as he brushed over the strand of the weavon that was sticked to my forehead.

"Why is the closet your favorite place?", his hand dropped on his lap as he looked into my eyes.
"You know the reason", with a baffled look from me, he continued,"Yeah, but what were you doing there by this time of the day?".

Then realization struck me as I looked out through the window, it was dark already, I'd gotten into the closet immediately I got back from MODUSOIL and with the look of things, I'd probably spent like two hours or more.

Turning back to him, I confessed, "I was in dire need of inspiration for that pharmaceutical ads".
Currently, we were working on a pharmaceutical ad at MODUSOIL and I must submit my copywrite by tomorrow, after trying so hard at office in which it only resorted to a boring stuff, I knew the closet would surely help me.

"Oh! that, so I guess you've completed it", he beamed looking at the papers with me. Cliff had been appointed as the new CEO and at such there was a new Art director who was somehow, he was a fine but strict man and everyone were scared of him. I didn't want to get on his wrong side and at such I was putting extra effort in the copywrite.

I nodded in agreement before asking, " Do you think it's okay?, you know Malik might get angry, I don't want him shouting at me", I asked curiously as Cliff took a good look at the copywrite.

"Where is the sharp-mouthed Priss I know? I'm sure if he shouts at you, you'll give him his piece", I smiled before he continued, "And Malik dare not infuriate my girl, I'll fire him instantly", he joked and I smiled.

"Who is your girl? And is that how you want to run your dad's company by firing someone?"
He squeezed his face.
"So why are you here? It's late already".

He smirked before responding, "Actually, I missed you and whereas you didn't kiss me goodbye".
I shook my head and pouted before rolling my eyes. Recently, we didn't really have time together except during lunch, Cliff was super busy.

"So you're here because of that".
"Apparently, so where is aunty Foyin and the others, I was downstairs for a couple of minutes calling out names before coming to your room only to realise you were in the closet".

Batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips, I explained, "Dad and mum are on a vacation, Grandma has gone back to Nigeria, Tenola didn't come home with me, she went out with her boyfriend, Davies, Kelly should probably be at his friend's and that leaves only me at home".

"Only us", he corrected, leaning back with his hands behind his head and his feet up.
"Hey, get up", I threw a pillow at him but he didn't budge, instead he threw the pillow back at me and the pillow fight ensued amidst giggles, we thre pillows at each other till the growl from his stomach halted it.
"You're hungry?"

CLIFF

Trying to catch my breath, I answered, "I'm famished".
She stood up quickly and I followed her as we descended down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"Well, mom told me you loved Ifokore when you were young, so should I prepare it?",she asked as soon as we got into the kitchen.
Oh! Ifokore, could I ever forget that food , I'd been craving for that food ever since aunty Foyin left. Chloe and I had really loved that food then but after aunty Foyin left, we were unable to have a taste of it again.

"That would be so nice", upon hearing that, Priss set to work, I tried helping her but she declined and at such I had no other choice than to sit on a stool and watch her.

She was in a pink tank top on a white bum short, it was really a ravishing sight as I admired her beauty. What did I do to deserve such a fine-looking woman? Then my eyes caught the scar on her left thigh.

"Ini, how did you get that scar?", pointing towards it, she looked down and then back at me before we both shouted in unison, "Feyikemi", we bursted into laughter before her face turned pale and sad.

"Ini, you don't have to think about it", I assured but she didn't say anything as she turned back to the cooker.
Sprawling to my feet, I approached her and hugged her from the back,"You are more than beautiful even with the scars", I mumbled into her ears as she flinched.

"Whenever I see those scars,my pathetic life just rush back", she lamented, turning her body so that we would be face to face, she looked into my eyes with hurt as I smiled reassuringly, "You don't have to worry over it and whereas your life isn't pathetic, you're not the only one with scars, I have one too", I kissed her forehead.

Her face lightened as her eyes narrowed with a raised eyebrow, "Really?",she gave me a puzzled look.
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded.

"Why didn't you mention it in any of your letters?", she turned to the cooker, opened the pot and closed it back.
"I had it before we became penpals".
Turning back to me, she snarled, "So why didn't you tell me? You have to tell me now!"

Clamping my hand over my ears to pretend I didn't hear what she said, I rushed out of the kitchen, trying so hard not to remember the ugly scene that brought about the scar.
Minutes later, she came out of the kitchen with our food.

"Wow, I missed this so, so, so much", I commented as my eyes feasted on the beautiful food on the dining. In a split second, I was sitted on the chair and my hand went toward the spoon, digging it into the food hurriedly.

"It tastes really nice", I commended, giving her thumbs up, she smiled as we ate the food quietly with me eating like a ravenous pig.
She opened her mouth to say something and I silenced her before she did, obviously, she wanted to ask about my scar but it wasn't in my plan to tell her tonight,maybe later but not now.
"Will you be my val?".

Ohhhhhh
Priss is really sharp mouthed ooooo.
Asewo oshi means an extremely bad prostitute,it's a slang in yoruba language used to insult prostitutes.
Well, who do you think is back?
A new drama is unfolding soon.
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