Author's note: Please listen to the song above to vibe to this chapter. It's titled Sweet love by Chris Brown ❤️

Ore flinched like ice water had been poured on her body, nearly knocking the fruit glass off the table. She hissed under her breath as she caught it just in time to see Dami slide into the empty seat opposite and stare at her concernedly.

"What are you looking at?" She muttered, her breath hitching at the way his muscles bulged against his too tight tuxedo. 

He leaned back lazily on his chair and crossed his arms, his brown eyes lighting up with mischief. Ore almost faltered under his heated gaze. She hung her head low, subconsciously tracing the patterns on the table cloth.

"I didn't know I had so much effect on you," Dami stated, silently watching the way her soft lips parted. He clucked his tongue, eyeing Ore's full breasts that were on display. He knew fully well that under the thin fabric she was wearing, her perky nipples would be aching for his mouth to suckle them.

He was a witness to how pointed her nipples could be when she was turned on and the way she moaned when he assaulted them with the wetness of his tongue. He uncrossed his arms and leaned closer to Ore, his elbows placed on the table. Ore furrowed her brows and took a big sip of her drink through her thin straw.

She cautiously observed the line of sweat beading his hairline and slowly dripping down the side of his face. His jaw was hardened as if he was trying to control an unknown evil. This fueled Ore to flirt with him more. She sucked on the straw, trailing her tongue over the length and smacking her lips excitedly.

Dami groaned, suddenly feeling his pants tightening more than it already was. He peered round the restaurant to see if anyone was looking before returning his gaze back to Ore. "What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed adjusting his seating position. "I am a fucking mess right now."

"Really?" Ore slipped a hand under the table and slightly tugged on the front part of her dress. Dami could see the pink lace bra she was wearing underneath and all he wondered was how her boobs had grown so much within a short amount of time. He didn't voice his opinion out though, he only grinned devilishly and nibbled on his lower lip.

Ore sighed watching his facial expression quickly change from naughty to nice. She thought he wanted her so bad but he seemed to be in control of his emotions. She removed the straw and gulped down the rest of her drink for effect. Dami's eyes widened and a deep sound bubbled from his chest.

"So, you were forming slay queen since right?" He managed amidst fits of laughter. Ore frowned, what she did wasn't funny and it was surely frustrating to see Dami making fun of her. "I bet you thought I cared so much about those kind of stuffs."

He took the menu he came with and glanced through it for barely a minute before signaling to the waitress whose gaze had been so glued to their table since he stepped in.

"News flash is I don't, I prefer people being real with me." He handed the menu over to the waitress who winked suggestively at him before asking him what he wanted. Ore was mildly irritated at the way the lady was flaunting herself so openly at Dami, the respect that had built up earlier now dangerously dropped.

She narrowed her eyes to slits as Dami smiled sunnily to the waitress and gave her the once over. She leaned in to whisper something in a guy who was supposed to be her customer's ears before righting her clothing and turning to stare at Ore.

"And what would you have?" Her tone of voice made Ore's skin crawl and it was all she could do not to slam the table and walk away. "I would like to order whatever my hubby is having." Ore smirked, inwardly seething at Dami whose gaze was concentrated on a refined lady who was sitting two blocks away.

Her long legs were crossed under the table as she continuously checked her apple series watch for the time. Ore noticed that occasionally, she threw glances at Dami and gestured with her eyes for him to come over. But since Dami hadn't noticed, she shrugged it off.

Now, she wanted nothing more than to clear up the air. "Hey, did you invite me here to eye fuck all the girls in this restaurant or are you are just showing me that you are indaboski!"

Dami threw his head back and laughed. "Are you jealous?" He asked cornering Ore for a reply. Ore hissed, she knew what his plan for asking the question was so she remained mute.

"You are not going to hear any more from me but I was meaning to ask, was it your plan all along to label me as your girlfriend in a restaurant?"

Dami bit on his lip before replying in the negative. "Then why the hell did you tag me as that and also what's your reason for inviting . . ." Ore's speech was halted when the waitress placed two steamy plates of spaghetti and lobster with ketchup on top. She blink her eyes rapidly at the mountain of food placed in front of her.

Dami was already digging in with his fork and a serviette paper by his side. She watched the way sauce dripped from his lips onto his neatly trimmed beard. She laughed but made no effort to tell him. As Ore was about to warm up her stomach, the shrill tone of a phone ringing could be heard against the backdrop of music.

Dami fished in his pant pocket with his less busy hand before bringing his phone out and staring at the lighted screen. Ore watch his jaw slack and his eyes flicked over to the same lady that was seated apprehensively. This time she was biting her well manicured nails and squirming in her seat. Emotions Ore couldn't read flickered in Dami's orbs before disappearing in a flash.

"Eat up and let's get out of here," he stated to Ore in a vexed tone. Ore nodded her head impassively and dug silently into her food. All the while, she warily eyed the lady who now seemed antsy for Dami's attention.

Ore swallowed before taking a big sip of her coke. She mentally wondered what the girl had done to piss Dami off so bad.

"God, I am full." Ore belched loudly as the security man opened the door for her to pass through. The harsh rays of the sun welcomed her accompanied with the smell of roasted fish. Ore trailed behind Dami to his car with two nylon bags in her hand.

He stopped short by a black benz GLK and she halted in her steps. "Is this your car?" Ore asked taking in the shinny exterior in awe. Dami didn't reply her but instead he opened the passenger's door and gestured with a flick of his wrist for her to go in. 

Ore gulped and did as she was told. Her fingertips brushed Dami's as he was about closing the door and she jolted at the sudden impact. Dami gave her a brief smile before rounding the car to the driver's side.

He slid his key into the ignition and relaxed into the comfy leather seat. Ore briefly closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet smell of lemon.

"As regards the question you asked before," he stated turning to face her before kicking the car into gear. "I wanted to see you so badly to know if you were okay and then secondly, I labeled you as my girlfriend so that I could be free of any encumbrances from some certain type of girls." 

"Oooh," was all Ore could mutter. She had totally forgotten that Philip was Dami's close friend and of course, he must have related the incident sharply to him. "I am doing fine as you can see, so what encumbrances are you talking about?" She asked as her mind drifted off to the lady at the restaurant.

"You ask too many fucking questions," Dami replied backing away from the parking lot. He pressed a button by his side to raise the tinted windows up before he concluded, "and that is going to get you in trouble one day." Dami flexed his stiff fingers on the steering wheel as the car eased itself automatically onto the road.

Ore swallowed, another question popping up in her head.

"But why do you care so much, I mean, about if I was okay?" Voicing the question out relieved something off her chest but all she could get from Dami was a loud groan. Ore sighed and rested her head against the window allowing the cold rush of air to do wonders to her skin.

Dami turned on the car stereo and slipped a hand onto Ore's thigh. He softly drew small circles on the inside with one eye on the busy traffic. "I am taking you out for a drive Red, and then after, I have a surprise waiting at my house for you."

Ore swore under her breath as heat pooled uncomfortably between her legs. The nickname, Red kept on ringing dreamily in her ear.