FLAMING HEART

TWENTY SEVEN - THE SURPRISE VISIT

"Francis, where are you? I'm at your house right now." - Uju

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Trying to sleep but couldn't, she got out of bed and walked to the sitting room to sit with Sharon who was still with the magazine. They began looking at various hairstyles and it helped distract Obioma. Evelyn who had been eyeing Obioma secretly pretended to be watching the movie when Obioma glanced up.

That night, they ate a sumptuous dinner of egg fried rice. A delicacy Obioma had never heard about but was very delicious. Despite this, Obioma couldn't taste anything as all she did was sulk.

Monday came again and everyone began with their daily job. Obioma left Evelyn most times at home as she spent all her time at Sharon's salon through out. She went to a bank on Friday to open an account just as Francis had asked her to. He had told her to do so on the rooftop. None of the house mates knew about that including Sharon. Obioma hated that she was hiding things from Sharon but she loved Francis so much and didn't want any body to come between them. She knew if Sharon knew about the relationship, she would make sure she ends it.

Saturday came again and Obioma followed Sharon to her salon. Though she had wanted to see Francis, Sharon had requested she came with her and she couldn't say no to her. There was quite some advantages going to the salon with her for there were a lot to learn. After so many hours of attending to never ending customers, the girls finally had time for each other.

"There is this guy in church that asked to see me privately. . ." Sharon began, "He said he had been noticing me since and he liked my personality so would love if we could be close."

"What was your reply?" Obioma asked; deeply interested.

"I told him I barely knew him and he wasn't the one to tell me he wanted us to be close. I told him it was his behaviour not his speech."

"That was harsh." Obioma laughed.

"Yes of course. If you see that guy: so ugly. Don't worry I'll show him to you tomorrow. When he smiles, his lips expands and all his gums displays." Sharon shook her head in disgust as they burst into laughter.

"I want a guy like Francis." Sharon finally stated and Obioma's lips curled into a smile. He's mine now! She didn't care anymore about Uju.

True to her words, Sharon had shown him to her the next day at church and Obioma admitted he looked quite bad. He was sitting with some friends; laughing out loud after the service and all his gums popped out from his lips. Obioma wondered how someone's gums could be that big.

After church that Sunday, Obioma prepared to embark on her journey. She was going to use her new found lie. To her luck, none of the house mates was to be found so she sneaked out. Wearing a pink blouse and a denim jean, she took a taxi to Francis's apartment. She had earlier called thrice to inform him about her arrival but the calls had been missed. She was going to show up at his house unannounced. Perhaps, it could be a sort of surprise. The gate was opened for her and she was informed Francis was at his pool at the back of his house. That was surprising enough as the last time she had visited his home, he didn't inform her about having a pool. She walked briskly to the back. Francis was swimming bare chested and Obioma stood admiring him. He had not seen her so she took her time to admire him; suddenly drooling at his body. There was a wild thought to pull off her clothing and jump into the pool. He was sure a skilled swimmer just like her. It was impossible not to know how to swim in Amopa: the village she came from, especially when you fetch water from the stream.

"OB!"

She flinched at the sudden call. She turned to look at him. He looked shocked.

"What a pleasant surprise." He continued as he swam out from the pool. Water slithered down his toned body making him look more appealing than ever. She approached him and before he could say anything, she fell into his arms; water creating a wet patch on her pink blouse.

"Are you okay?" Francis asked concerned and all she could do was nod. Her hormones were running wild: it was a very strange feeling; something she hadn't experienced before. All she could think of was getting naked in front of him.

"I missed you." She stared into his eyes; batting her eyelash hoping he would get her message but he didn't.

"I did also. I never knew you were coming today." He said instead and she sighed.

"I called to inform you but you didn't answer my calls."

"Oh really? My goodness! I can't believe I left my phone in my room."

Obioma chuckled at this and he planted a peck on her forehead.

"I'm glad you came." Francis pecked her on the cheek.

"I'm glad I came too. I never knew you had a swimming pool."

"Oh yeah. . .Do you want to swim?"

"I would have loved to but. . .I don't want to ruin my dress." Though she would have loved to, but how then would she explain to the house mates about her wet clothes?

"Come on. I've got that covered." He held her hand.

"No, Francis." She said firmly and he stared at her.

"Okay." He smiled finally and padded to a weaved chair standing under a thatch roof. He took a white towel and wrapped it around his neck. 

Warning: the below contains explicit erotic description. Read at your risk. 

"Let's go inside then." He took her hand and they both walked inside. Immediately they were behind closed doors, Obioma wrapped her arms around him; pushing him slightly to the wall.

"What are you doing?" Francis asked. A goofy smile topping his lips.

"You know what I'm doing." She told him as she stared down at his lips, taking in their beautiful features. His lips parted then and red tongue slid down; wetting his bottom lip in the process. It seemed her hunger for him topped one million times as she watched his tongue slid back in. She tore her eyes away from his lips and fixed them on his eyes which had mischievous glint in them. Without thinking, she placed her lips on his moist ones. Just like he had been waiting for her, he took control of the kiss; tilting his head and pulling her close. She placed her palms on his cold body and began tracing his well defined Abs. Her lips parted given his tongue entrance into her mouth. She felt a spark immediately their tongues touched. She leaned into him; responding to his kiss like her life depended on it.

His hands slid down her waist and grabbed her buttocks. She gasped as he squeezed the rounded cheeks with both palms. She moaned at his touch and he broke the kiss; they were both panting hard. She winced at the sudden break of their kiss as she stared at him.

"I'm sorry. I -" His voice was husky.

"Shhhh!" She silenced him. "What are you sorry about?" She couldn't recognise her voice too.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm not sorry but -" She cut him by slamming her lips on his with so much force but he held her back to her surprise.

"You wouldn't come close to me if you know what is on my mind." He panted.

"What is on your mind?" She tilted her head.

"You don't want to know." He whispered.

Obioma shut her eyes at this. His mere whisper was a seduction on its own. When she opened her eyes, she saw him studying her. That minute, she couldn't control herself and so, she said:

"Why don't you show me?" She let her hand slid down his stomach; her eyes not leaving his as her hand disappeared into his shorts and grabbed him. His eyes dilated and a gasp left his lips. Obioma froze at her spot; shocked by her behaviour. She could feel his hardness and she pulled her hand away suddenly scared. She looked him in the eye but was shocked at what she saw. His eyes were dark displaying great hunger. It seemed she had started what she couldn't finish. She could feel herself getting soaked and there was a burning desire to feel him inside of her but before she could say anything, they heard footsteps. She quickly took some steps backward; adjusting her blouse which she never knew shifted. Francis faked a cough as he stared at Madam Jay who was walking down the stairs with a broom in hand. She stopped right at her track when she saw them. She bowed her head and hurried into the kitchen.

Obioma could feel her heart beating fast and she placed a palm on her chest.

"Are you hungry?" She heard him ask and she nodded even when she wasn't. She wanted a distraction to calm her hormones.

"Sit. I'll inform Madam Jay." He told her and walked into the kitchen.

Obioma did as she was told still feeling her heart thump faster than normal. She tried not to think of what she had just done. Where did all those courage come from? She had just touched Francis in the delicate of all places. She brought her palm to her lips to shut herself and mind up.

Through out their meal, there was an awkward silence as tension could be felt in the air. Obioma avoided Francis's eyes through out and when he tried starting a conversation, she kept answering with a word or two. She just couldn't meet his eyes anymore. She was embarrassed.

Francis offered to drop her despite her refusal. They got into the car and silence pervaded. A reggae music was playing from the music player and Obioma leaned into her chair. She didn't notice the glances Francis was throwing her way until he tried breaking the silence but the light from his phone distracted him and his face contorted to a frown as he stared at the caller. He ignored the call and the phone began ringing again. This caught Obioma's attention and she stared at him.

"Your phone is ringing." She stated the obvious. He cut the call then and Obioma's interest was piqued.

"Who's that?" She asked even when her mind was screaming her name.

"Uju!" Francis stated blankly; his eyes never leaving the road.

Obioma felt her tummy squeeze tightly and gall started to fill her mouth. "Why's she calling?"

"I don't know." The phone began to ring again and Francis sighed.

"Pick your call, Francis." She faced the window and shut her eyes. Francis picked the call and placed it on speaker.

"Hello Uju!"

"Francis, where are you?" Uju's voice was muffled. "I'm at your house right now. Your guards told me you went out."