"Sara, come let's go. I don't want to be late." Judy chided, stomping her foot impatiently as her bestfriend and neighbour, Sara Amadi, hurried up with her dressing. They were going to a party, an expensive one with the alcohol and the loud music and the toasting from rich guys. It was not the sort of thing you'd expect girls raised up by strict religious parents to attend so they were sneaking out instead.

Judy was wearing an ankle-length flowing pastel gown with matching scarf. Sara was in a knee-length black gown with long sleeves and high neck. There was also a scarf for her hair. To their parents, they were going for the church's friday night revival midnight service, so they dressed the part.

Earlier in the day, Judy had managed to convince her to come along and she had reluctantly agreed, having never been to one of those parties before. Her elder sister, Eve, told her all about her escapades but Sara had never found a reason to go. Today, however, Judy had manufactured one for her.

"You know, Martin, my boyfriend. Well, his friend is hosting this party cause he just made a lot of money recently and Martin asked me to bring you along. He wants to thank you for saving him the other time he came to visit." Judy had explained, grinning mischeviously at her.

She was skeptical. Her mother's famous words that men were cunning come up in her brain at that moment. "But it's a party, and there will be alcohol. I don't want anything bad to happen to me," she had remarked thoughtfully.

"Nothing will happen to you as far as I'm there. We have VIP passes because it's Martin's friend. Don't be a baby. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity and you need to start living life already. You're nearly 30."

"I'm 21 this fool," she clarified but nodded nonetheless. Judy would be there, so what's the harm?

Later, she and Judy stayed over in her room to plan their movement. Their friends from church -Veronica and Toke, who were also their neighbours- were told to meet them there. Since it was youth revival, thousands of youths would be present. They could sneak out before the crowd increases and sneak back in before dismissal. No one would notice and no one would suspect. They hid their short Jean skirts and spaghetti strap tops together with their makeup kit in Judy's handbag. Since Sara's bag was bigger, she carried their heels instead.

Done with rubbing her lipgloss, Sara stood up from the bed and admired herself in her mirror.

"Stop with this foolishness. You'll have time for that later," Judy stated, pulling her along as they exited the room.

Eve was visiting their aunt who was sick and Tonya was helping their mother at their provision shop in the market. Things were getting pretty hard for them recently with inflation rates, unstable income and three grown up daughters, hence the need for a miracle. Which was why her mother was more than eager to let her go for the revival since she was the only one interested in church activities. On the other hand, her mother would kill her if she heard anything about this party.

Together, they left the house, walking quietly out of the compound as though the whole neighborhood would realize what they were up to if they increased the sound of their footsteps. They followed the small crowd heading towards the church street but made a quick detour on the left junction just before they reached the church ground. Judy took her to the back of a closed shop where they were fairly hidden from searching eyes. There, they quickly changed into their party clothes and stepped into the road again. Sara was confused by the change in plans but said nothing until they got to the major road that connected with the Lekki expressway and stopped.

"I thought we were supposed to leave from the church, not before."

Judy smirked. "Sorry, babygirl. I thought about it and realized it wouldn't work. The ushers will see us and then follow-up questions will appear. I cannot deal with stress this evening, abeg."

Sara nodded, agreeing that this was best. "Why are we here then? Who are we waiting for?" She asked, looking around her worriedly.

"Martin and his friend. They are supposed to come pick us up. VIP passes means free ride to and fro."

Sara nodded again, amazed that Judy had this whole stuff planned out. She didn't know any of Martin's friends except him, since they had met briefly a few times these past few weeks. But she did notice the expensive black car that was always parked outside when he was around. Judy had mentioned once in passing that his family was very rich and his cousin was a billionaire playboy but she paid her no mind. It only seconded her mother's opinion that men were cunning, using their money to seduce girls so easily.

A black Toyota Camry pulled up a few minutes later ahead of where they stood and Sara watched as the passenger side door was opened and Martin stepped out looking presentable in top and bottom jeans attire. Even in the dim light of the darkening sky, Sara agreed that he was very handsome. He walked up to them and pulled Judy into a hug, kissing her deeply. Sara looked away from the public display of affection, barely able to help her nervous giggle. She had never been kissed before but the curiosity mixed with doubt never left her at seeing the art.

An impatient horn sounded from the car and the couple broke apart. Then Martin saw Sara. He gave her an absent-minded greeting, his arms locked securely around his girlfriend since he was completely besotted by her. Finally after about a minute more of kissing, the couple walked off to the car with timid Sara trailing behind.

She was introduced to the driver, James, but soon realized it was not his party they were going to. The host was waiting for her, she was informed nonchalantly and Sara's skepticism rose. They made it sound like he was throwing a party just for her sake.

Soon enough, the car pulled up into Lekki Phase two and drove into a beautiful duplex that had Sara's jaw dropping in amazement. He must be very rich to be able to afford this kind of house, she thought. Once they arrived, everyone climbed out of the car. When she saw the exotic cars parked outside and heard the loud music blaring from inside, Sara knew without a doubt that this was a night she was never going to forget.

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Sara walked into the tastefully furnished house still in awe, with the loved up couple trailing behind her. She had never set foot inside a rich man's house before, in fact she had never had the fortune of meeting one ever. Loud music was blasting from the speakers placed at four corners of the massive living room. There was a DJ at the far end of the massive room and beanbag chairs and high stools were placed strategically around the empty space. It was obvious the living room furniture had been removed to create a dancefloor for the party. Men holding different cans of drinks moved about slowly, their arms locked around one or two girls and swaying to the popular hip-hop tracks of the year.

Sara soon got separated from Judy and Martin when her curiosity got the better of her as she went exploring. However, trying to locate them proved furtile since every teeming, testorone-driven male in the room was kissing and making out with some girl -or girls in a few cases- and it was suffocating to say the least. Feeling abashed, she found her way towards the sliding door at the far right of the room. She pushed it to the side slowly and stepped into the back of the house covered by a lush green neatly trimmed lawn with a pool. Since it was the middle of August, the weather was a bit chilly, hence why everyone was crowded inside.

Suddenly, her doubts started to creep in. This whole place was overwhelming for her. She thought it would be nice to attend a grown-up party for once but the irresponsible actions going on inside frightened her immensely. She suddenly wanted to go home, she thought, and shivered involuntarily.

"Are you not cold standing out here?" A deep masculine voice said from behind her.

Startled, she swung around to come face to face with the most beautiful Homo sapient she had ever met. She never knew 'stunning' could be used to potray a man. Tall, dark and handsome described him perfectly. And with a full mesh of curly afro hair and soft-looking full lips, he was drop-dead gorgeous. Didn't he ask her a question?

"Yes, but it's better than being inside there. I felt suffocated when I was in the house." She breathed, slightly knocked out by the sudden presence.

He pursed his bow-shaped lips in wry humor. "I thought you'd feel more at home if I had a party. I should have asked you about it beforehand. I apologise."

She nodded absently and quite eagerly too. Why was he apologising?

He moved closer to stand in front of her watching her face. Subconsciously, he reached out to cup her face, stroking her chin gently, his eyes locked on her lips.

"I know you!" She blurted out suddenly, pulling away and breaking the contact. "I've seen you before. You're that guy that won most handsome man in Nigeria last two years, and last year too. I'm right, abi?" She asked, beaming at the fact that she identified him. She felt very important right now.

He nodded again, still smiling. "Yes, you're right. That was me but you can call me Lucas. My name is Lucas," he said simply, fighting the urge to not pull her into a kiss.

"Lucas," she repeated, trying his name on her lips and from her smile, he knew she liked the sound of it. She looked up to his face to find his eyes glued to her lips. It should scare her at the latent attraction flowing through him but it didn't. Instead, she allowed it to pull her closer. "Lucas, my name is Sara. Sara Amadi."

"I know and I love your name," he drawled, barely blinking.

Sara remembered vaguely that Judy said Martin's friend knew her name already. She had a fleeting thought to ask him why he was interested in her but the presence in front of her commanded all her attention. She moved closer to him, wanting to touch his perfectly sculptured face that her friend at school wouldn't stop gushing about when he won the prize a second time. From what she heard, he was nominated for this year too. She stroked his chin gently marvelling at the smooth skin, and she smiled at him. "I love your eyes, Lucas. They're really beautiful."

He said nothing, the said eyes roving over her face in concentration. It was as though he was memorising her features for safe-keeping.

"And I love your lips," he murmured a few seconds later before bending down to take her lips in his. The contact shocked Sara, slamming a wave of something foreign to course through her at the touch. She had not been kissed before but nothing -not even her romance novels- could have prepared her for this. The feeling was alien to her. Strange but oddly comforting. Tentatively, she kissed him back, following his lead.

He brushed his lips lightly over hers, causing tingles to go through her as he drew her into the magic of the kiss. Her eyes flutterd close when he delicately nibbled at her bottom lips, forcing her mouth to part involuntarily and allow his tongue room to enter. She reached up to plant her palm on his chest, loving the feel of the taut muscles across his cotton shirt. She moaned when his tongue began to play tag with hers, awakening her senses. That was his cue to deepen the kiss, his body coming alive with the taste of her mouth on his. She was soft and tasted like honey. Exactly what he yearned for and yet forbidden to someone like him. He felt her curvy body pressing into him, causing his member to rise and his  brain reasserted itself instantly.

Before temptation could reach out and strangle him there and then, he pulled away reluctantly, trying to put a hold on his self-control. Her eyes fluttered open to stare at him in confusion. Wasn't he eager to kiss her just minutes ago? She didn't understand him.

"Lucas?"

"Come, let's go inside before we catch a cold or something," he mumbled, barely holding her gaze. With the way he reacted to her, he knew he would do anything to have her.

He pulled her along as he marched off towards the house with determined steps. She followed blindly, and all the way through kept wondering what went wrong. They passed through the sliding doors to be met with sweating bodies and sloppy kisses all merged into one. Lucas eyed the stairs and wondered whether she'd protest if he made a beeline for it instead, or whether she'd conclude he had no respect for her if he did that. So, he pulled her along until they got to the middle of the dancefloor -middle of his sitting room actually- and he turned her to face him so they could dance.

The beat was fast, hip hop ready and the active dancers were generating enough heat for the rest of the crowd. To clear his mind from earlier, he went to get them beers from the fridge and urged her to drink up. As the amateur she was, she gulped down half of the bottle in one swallow, stunning him. With alcohol now in her system, she loosened up slowly. He focused his energy on moving to the jam, encouraging her to do so. She obliged him, laughing slightly when he danced suggestively towards her. Sometimes, he pulled her body closer to his and spanned her waist, loving the feel of it, at other times, she moved away from him to sway her body to the song, tempting him slowly.

It was all fun and games really, until the DJ turned the beat into "Do me" by Psquare, the reigning artiste of the year with their club worthy song that drove the youngsters insane. Sara was not left out of the hype, the two bottles of alcohol settling quite nicely into her system. She swayed left and right, swinging her hips to the beat. Soon, attention began to fly to her direction which pulled a sort of jealous string out of Lucas.

Like lightning, he pulled her closer to his body so people would mind their business but it was a wrong move. With her body close to his, every nerve in his body was awakened and on alert. All the blood in his body started to move south when she constantly ground her hips against his. She wasn't aware of the havoc she was creating, her major focus on gyrating seductively to the music. She bent the upper half of her body in accordance to the beat, giving him a view of her shapely hips.

Lucas swore at the tempting backside facing him. He felt his jeans tighten and knew he was in deep trouble. She had to stop dancing, or at least stop rubbing her hips against his. As if the fates were against him, DJ changed the music to a more waist-grinding beat and she lost control. By this time, Lucas was no longer interested in the party, the booze or the dancefloor. The girl in front of him was dangerous. She was temptation in heels alright. Without warning, she turned around grinning coyly and slow danced to the floor. Then she stood up and turned her back to him again, shaking her hips seductively at him as if on purpose.

Lucas swore and cursed. At this rate, he was seconds away from taking her right there on the dancefloor. Without warning, he pulled her arm forcefully and her body slammed against his, such that she was forced to tilt her head to gape at him, a questioning look in her eyes. He made the mistake of staring at her lips, and saw her slowly pulling the bottom lips in as she regarded him. Before he lost control, he ground out against her ears.

"Come. Upstairs. Now."

She looked at the crowd for a second, her mind twirling with the idea of what could happen upstairs. Her mother would have a serious fit if she realized what she was up to. She was about to engage in the forbidden acts! And with a stranger too. A gorgeous stranger, her mind countered.

"Please," he hummed painfully, as coherent sentences had since abandoned him.

She was still undecided but when she felt his bulge being pressed into her back, she nodded. "Okay, let's go."

His blood exulted, rushing through his ears at the sound. He didn't need any other confirmation as he pulled her along and made a beeline for the stairs. They rounded the stairs and walked determinedly towards the left corridor, and to the last room which was his room. He hadn't yet had the opportunity of bringing a girl to his room since he moved into this house because his father had set him on a trend to make his first billions this year, and now that he free of such obligations, he was honoured to be sharing it with her.

He pulled open the door and entered first, allowing her the chance to back out. That he was aroused didn't mean he had no self-respect. He would never convince a woman to do anything, especially when it comes to sex and he was giving her the same rights. He strolled to his bed to sit, slowly unbuttoning his black cotton shirt but paused halfway. Shirts were always easier during sexual escapades as they highlighted the kind of personality your girl has. If she opened the buttons methodically, she was a passionate lover, but if she pulled and tugged at the buttons, then she was a frisky lover and those ones bring fire to the love making.

He was almost about to lose hope when he saw her enter, her eyes glued to him. Half of his buttons were undone, leaving her the task of doing the rest. She shut the door behind her, locking it to offer them complete privacy. Then she walked slowly to come meet him at the foot of the bed. She bent her head to his height and brushed her lips against it. Not getting enough, he cupped her face and planted his lips on hers, deepening the kiss. Then he fell back on the bed and she climbed on top of him to resume the kiss.

At the height of their passion, he noticed her slowly but surely unbuttoning the rest of his shirt with careful, delicate fingers and he smiled. This was definitely going to be one of the best nights of his life.

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Hah, you thought. Forget it, no sexual content here. Go to Chapter 39 to refresh your memory. Just kidding. 😅☺

Asides, who loves how they met? Sex at first sight? I can only imagine how they'll explain that story to their children and grandchildren. 😂

That song up there 👆 was my jam back in the day. 💃🙌

Ps: (I cannot dance 😩)

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