Korede
I woke up sprawled beside Ewatomi on her deep red sheets. Sun rays threatened to take my eye sight as I looked at the window. Ewatomi there beside me- naked, chest down, exposing her flawless back.

Did we make love? What transpired between us overnight? I struggled to understand my situation. I had a tormenting headache that threatened to ruin the left side of my head. I wanted to stand up and pick my clothes up and just leave but I didn't want Ewatomi to look like a prostitute. I was tired of women, I was tired of everything that to do with them, maybe I should become gay. I guess if I slept with men, we could relate with each other properly.

But damn, man loves a good vagina.

I rubbed my head vigorously as if it was going to take away the headache and stepped out of bed but Ewatomi had other plans. Immediately I put my left foot on the cold tiled floor, the pulled me back.

"Baby you woke up already." She said seductively, turning back up, exposing her breasts. Those boobs. I remembered wanting to fondle a woman's chest then Ewatomi showed up, and that happened. I couldn't really remember what transpired after.

I took a deep breath as I thought about what I was going to say to her. I didn't want to get her hopes up or anything, she was too beautiful to be a with an asshole like me.

"Yeah, I think it's best I leave now." I said, picking my underwear up from the flowered tiles. It felt extremely awkward picking my stuff up and leaving her after what must have happened but sleeping with Ewatomi wasn't what I really needed.

"What do you mean leave?" She asked me, looking crossed. She sat up even more, supporting her back with the bed. "Korede you're not going to leave me after we made love."

"Correction baby, we had sex." Her face fell immediately those words came out. she licked her lower lip that still had some signs of the red lipstick from yesterday slowly and purposefully, her eye lashes batting at quick intervals. I didn't know where it came from but damn I had to say it, I didn't want her thinking we were boo'd up now or something like that.

"And the difference is?" She asked calmly. I knew Ewatomi well and that was just the calm before the storm; soon enough, she was going to erupt and fill my life with hot, burning lava.

"Baby."

"No don't baby me." She yelled at me. Damn, here it comes. "You're a complete idiot, get out of my room." She pointed at the door, her brown eyes a bit darker due to anger.

"Don't you dare touch anything." She yelled again when I made attempt to gather my clothes under the bed, starting from my underwear. Her eyes moved away from me and landed back on the door, it's shade growing even darker. Fury was evident in the dark balls and I knew she was hurt.

"But Ewatomi how am I going to-"

"Shut up and get out," She cut me short. "before I scream rape and get the guards to shoot you right in between your legs."

Ye!

I stood up immediately, not wasting anymore time; my palms moving to cover my manhood instinctively. She will shoot me there ke? I was tempted to look back because I felt her eyes on me, I felt her gaze and it burnt my back but then there was the little problem. Shoot me where?

If it was any other girl like Leila or Nosifat, I'd have walked out of there without looking twice, not even once sef. Those ones were built to give men pleasures, like a kind of sex machine.

I placed my fingers on the cold steel door knob. They were trembling furiously from the thought of anybody catching me in this state. A party was held here last night and of course, a few family members and friends must've stayed over.

Imagine a teenager strolling by Ewatomi's room and the poor child sees me naked.

I finally gathered the courage to turn the knob after I thought of other possible solutions but nothing came.

I placed my left foot outside and peeped through the door to see if the coast was clear and it glorly be to the heavens, it was. I immediately placed the right foot out; like a toddler just learning how to walk and after that body movement was completed, I was finally at the mercy of any passerby.

I closed Ewatomi's door behind me as silently as I could to avoid digging my own grave by alerting somebody.

Okay, left or right.

I've been here before and I knew the stairs were closer if I walked towards the right but the right side housed her parent's bedroom while the left side was for the really important guests.

I took a deep breath and started walking towards the left. I made sure to walk on my tippiest toes to avoid making any sounds.

Oh what have you gotten yourself into this time Korede. I mentally face palm myself and make an equally mental note to never get drunk and sleep with a rich girl.

All the lights weren't fully turned, only the star shaped chandeliers on the spotless white ceiling gave the room light and for some reason, that made me feel safer.

My heartbeat continued going at a fast pace despite the fact that I was almost at the staircase, my chest threatened to explode due to the period of time I had held my breath.

"Uncle." I heard a small voice behind me as I was about to turn for the stairs. Oh I'm screwed. I'm screwed I'm screwed. I paused and hoped the owner of the voice would just leave but she didn't so I turned around.

"Sweetie how are you?" I said, making my voice as low as possible. A pin dropped at that moment could've been heard at the White House. I was met with a young girl probably about five or six, holding a rainbow lollipop in hand. Her dark hair filled her head in curly wisps and she smelt so earthy; like coconut oil.

I tightened the grip around my sensitive part that was exposed to prevent scarring the girl for life. "Uncle were at your clothes?" She asked me quietly, curiosity evident in her gaze. Her dark eyeballs stalked me in such a cute manner, waiting for me to enlighten her on my lack of clothes. She had a slight accent, which made her Uncle sound like ankle.

"Sweetie go back to your parents." I whispered desperately but she didn't budge. She stared at me intently, lips pursed. She completely forgot about the candy she was holding in between her fingers which was surprisingly painted a hot pink- surprising because African parents usually feel their kids are not old enough to use nail polish till they are legit. This little girl was more interested in the naked man standing in front of her.

"My pawents uh stew in bed." She said, rolling her eyes as if I was supposed to know that. Sassy.

"Look hankle, yew bettuh tell me buhfure I go tell my pawents, mama says we should alwis wear clothes." She threatened me, taking a long lick of her lollipop.

"Okay sweetie,"

"Don't suguh coat things, I'm no sweetie." She retorted.

"Fine, what's your name?" I asked her. Maybe she could be the solution to my problems.

"Nnena Cynthia Oyenma." She said, sass dripping like thick heavy gravy. "Just call me Cynthia." For somebody that had an accent, she pronounced her name really well.

"Okay Cyn,"

"No pet names." She shunned me, looking me straight in the eye. What kind of small girl is this one now?

"Okay Cynthia, can you help me get a pair of pants from your mummy and daddy's room?" I tried to sound as nice as possible because that child was like a little devil.

"And why wewd I dew thut?" She questioned me, not breaking the eye contact. She was so bold for a young child and low key, I was afraid of her. Her accent plus that childish voice made her seem so cute and lovable. As time went by, I was feeling less cautious of myself but I still kept the tight grip around that area.

"Becauuuuseee you're my little spy." I didn't know how those words got out of my mouth but it seemed to do the trick because a small made it's way to her lips. "We're on a mission to give clothes to the world and I just donated mine to a prince that needed it. So would you like to contribute?" I made sure to smile from ear to ear to convince her.

"Why weud a pwince need clothes?" She raised her hand to her non existent hip and pursed her lips. The conversation was already taking too long and I needed to make her get me those trousers.

"Sweetie just help save the word." I retorted, running out of things to say to her.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes before turning to the door she came out from.

"Good girl." I muttered to myself. All I had to do now was get the pants and go home.

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Hey y'all, this is the beginning of the new chapter of Anjola and Korede's lives. I hope you enjoyed :)