The Yoruba Demons

Bent

Femi POV 

Ama didn't know when she willingly entered the trap I had set for her.

The first time I talked to her, she made me nervous. Something no woman had ever been able to accomplish EVER! I couldn't sleep afterwards because I was thinking about why I felt so drawn to her. She was gorgeous but she wasn't just that. She was pure gold and I couldn't let her slip through my fingers.

I knew then that I had to get my charm back on. My original cocky, non challant Damon Salvatore attitude. I wanted to make her try to figure me out. Twist her senses to the point where she was completely and utterly confused. That way, she would come closer.

Tactics. 

That's what brought us to where we were. She was standing in front of me in my living room asking for my forgiveness and wanting to do anything I want to get it. Of course this was after I purposely appeared naked before her and stalled her for almost two hours, now I had her where I wanted her.

"So, aren't you gonna say anything." She said, standing akimbo. I chuckled making her frown. I felt the urge to laugh at he demeanour but I held it back. My plan to frustrate her was slowly coming to fruition. She hadn't seen anything yet.

I relaxed in my chair and folded my arms, staring smugly at her. "I'm starving" I said acting like I just notice the emptiness of my stomach. Despite the fact that I was actually hungry, I wanted to force her to cook for me. Knowing her, she wouldn't like the idea but she had to. That's what I loved about the situation.

"So?"

"Cook for me." I demanded lazily.

"I'm not a f*****g chef Femi. Can't you cook for yourself?" She asked folding her arms, mirroring my position. This girl was a handful.

"As a matter of fact, I can. I just don't want to so cook for me" I said with all seriousness, trying to intimidate her. It wasn't working though. The only time that intimidation ever worked on Amarachi was when I was naked. After that, she was back to the 'I run the world' attitude.

She gave me an 'are you serious right now?' look and I wanted to smile. Everything she did was cute. She was a ray of sunshine even in our current situation.

"What? You did say you'd do anything I want." I reminded her. This made her face fall and he shoulders sag.

One word. Trapped.

"What do you want to eat?" She said, walking over to the kitchen area.

"Amala and Ewedu." I said. I knew the meal was a bit bogus but I wanted to frustrate her into coming closer to me. That should do it.

At my response she turned around and gave me the stink eye. I smirked. She just turned around and kept walking to the refrigerator. I wanted to laugh. Nothing was in that fridge. Not even stew.

"Why isn't there anything in here." She said after looking in the fridge.

"Haven't gone shopping." I explained casually.

"Guy you must be really high on something. How the f**k am I supposed to cook without food stuff? There's literally nothing that could help me right now."

"Babe chillax. We'll just order from food trolley."

"And I'm sure you can order Ewedu leaves online too" she retorted sarcastically.

"Actually we can."

She rolled her eyes and brought out her phone from her trouser pocket.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I have to cook stew, ewedu and Amala for him. This is 4.30pm." She murmured a little too loudly, or maybe I have very good ears.

She tapped and tapped all the way in the kitchen.

"You'll need to get your debit card." She called from the kitchen.

"Why?" I asked, looking for trouble.

"Are you trying to rile me up or are you just daft?Who's going to pay for all this?" She snapped.

I stood up "whoa easy there hot shot. I was kidding. You sure need to hold that mouth of yours or you won't get what you want." I warned as I went into my room to get the debit card.

She was giving me a tough time. I'd never met a lady that didn't turn into jelly with just one look from me even with my reputation. I was the king of the ladies club but this one, beyond my powers. And that's what made me more intrigued. I wanted to uncover this mystery that was Amarachi Uzoka.

She wasn't even my type. I loved girls who were endowed with boobs and ass. Amarachi had them but not to the extent that I liked. But I couldn't help but like her the way she was. She wasn't as sophisticated as I would have liked but she was always in office clothes so no way to tell. She was neat though, that I could tell.

Tunde told me her surname. I got a stern warning from him and Kola to stay away seeing as we don't mix business with pleasure. Even playboys know when to cool it down. But with Amarachi, it wasn't just pleasure. The only thing I wanted was to see her happy and I wanted that happiness to be caused by me.

But there had to be a storm first because my ego was hurt.

I took my debit card from my pocket and walked out of the room. Once she saw me, she made the move to hand the phone over to me. I loved that she respected my privacy and if it were any other person I wouldn't have given the card to her. 

This was my Amarachi. Big difference. 

"No you fill it in. Wanna go back to my show" I said handing her the card.

"You sure?"

"Yeah" I said and with that she took the card from me and started walking to the living room.

I followed behind her, in awe of the grace with which she stepped. I couldn't wait for her to warm up to me.

We sat in the living room as I watched my show. She said the groceries would arrive in thirty minutes and then kept mute for the whole show.

As the show ended, my house phone rang "A delivery for you from food trolley sir" Felix, my receptionist said through the phone.

"Tell someone to bring it up." I said and in the next five minutes, She had started cooking.

I had sat in the living room watching her move with grace in the kitchen. The way she handled the cooking utensils and ingredients was like magic. She was glorious.

I'd never ever felt like this before. Not even when I almost married the cheating slut that broke my heart to pieces. This was different. It was maddening. She was like a drug that I needed to survive and I would give anything to be with her. To hold her, kiss her, laugh with her and do goofy stuff. My imaginations were wilding, but she was in each and every one of them.

I saw that she was sitting on the kitchen island, fiddling with her phone. I decided to go to her.

I knew that my presence would only annoy her but what the hell.

"So, how's that cooking coming along?" I asked as I sat across from her. She just hummed, not looking up from her phone.

"Amara" I called and she looked up.

"I asked a question." I said and her mouth made an 'oh' shape.

"Where'd you learn to cook this. Smells really good." I complimented and she smiled making my heart skip a bit. I fought the urge to smile back at her. I didn't want to come off as cheesy.

"Thanks I guess. My roommate taught me." She explained and I nodded.

"So she smiles huh?" I asked and she did something I didn't expect. She laughed.

She laughed.

Her laughter was music to my ears. She sounded magical. 

"Of course I smile, I'm not a robot." She said and I chuckled.

I grinned at her "you sure act like one"

"As if you are any different." She retorted.

"Babe I smile and laugh more than you do." I said and she nodded.

"Yeah that's because you're annoying." She said standing up to check the food.

I shook my head "No, you just think that I just want to get you in my bed which is not true." 

She scoffed "oh please that is exactly what you want to do." She stated while moving around the kitchen.

I felt a pang in my chest at her words and I had every ounce of determination to prove her wrong.