Obsessed with my lecturer

BRIAN

For as long as I had dated, I had never once reacted

to someone the instantaneous way I did to Bella. And never once had anyone blatantly checked me out the way she did.

Even as I stood on my feet, I could still feel the way she stared into me. I looked over at her, catching her eyes before she took them off, staring anywhere but not at me.

As I stepped away from the table, she stood up, and I gave her a long stare.

She wasn’t thinking of walking me out, was she?

“I’ll just walk you outside.”

Yes, she was.

The lady was beyond attractive—with the light-skinned eyes that stood against her dark skin and buzzed hair.

When she smiled, I couldn’t take my eyes off the dimples that appeared on both cheeks. She was of average height, and curvy, and her smile was heavenly.

I tried not to get carried away. I smiled while looking ahead of her. Thankfully, eyes weren’t on us, so no one would think we were lovers or something.

We stood outside for like fifteen minutes, waiting for an Uber to show up. When one finally did, I turned to face the lady who almost made my heartbeat.

This was something I never felt for my girlfriend.

The silence that fell wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward at all — it was sexually tense as hell.

Shit, I felt my d**k reacted to that, in a way that had me shift my weight to one side.

Part of me wanted to spend a little longer with this stranger. To waste my time chatting and laughing out my lungs with her, while we waited for the night to come.

But then, I’m sure it’s going to be so obvious.

I forced myself not to smile more than I already had. She bit her lower lip and I felt it underneath my balls — at how seductive she became.

“I will be going then.”

I watched her enter the car.

“Coker Estate,” I said.

Not like I wanted to leave. I was only trying to avoid temptation, which seemed to be very close to me.

For a second, I felt my lungs breathing once again.

I checked on my phone to see if my girlfriend had left a message, but no, she didn’t. She didn’t care to call or text.

She couldn’t even find a way to explain herself for not showing up, making me look very stupid for waiting out there for her.

I never felt this anticipated for anything before. I could not wait for the night to show up. Not because I was so desperate for a party. I wasn’t even the kind of party guy who showed up to any party. I never felt it was necessary to.

I’m only concerned about the offer, though she doesn't know my identity yet.

The cloud was getting a bit darker. I had just woken from sleep when I realized I was up for something tonight.

I rushed to my closet, searching for the perfect grey suit to wear. Is it by a party and some kind of weirdo nightclub?

I walked into the shower to take my bath, spending a little time there. I wanted to be ready before Bella called. I don’t plan to keep her waiting.

I glared at my image in the mirror, sighing as I realized I couldn’t hide my masculine body. No matter how this suit I wore looked on me.

I applied a little touch-up of makeup. My phone rang immediately.

I brushed my hair. I checked the caller. It was an unknown number on Snap, which I assumed to be Bella.

I grabbed my phone instantly and picked up the call, placing it on loudspeaker.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Brian. It’s me, Bella,” she sounded from the other side.

“Hey, is there good news?” I asked.

“Yes. So, are you ready for tonight?”

“Well, I’m not sure,” I tried to pull her legs.

“Well, I’m ready. Do send an address.”

“Yeah, I’ll send it to you in your inbox. Do you mind if I come to pick you up?”

“No, no, no. Don’t worry. I’ll find my way.”

I didn’t want to stoop so low for her to think I was a guy with no achievements. I’ve got a lot of luxury cars. I have money. I am a billionaire, I bragged—but I’m still trying to hide my identity.

Here I am thinking I was a bit early to the party. I was just as late as anyone could ever imagine.

I sat at one corner of the large sitting room, staring around to see if I would in any way see Bella. A few girls had come my way, but I did my best not to give them face.

I have questioned Nisha so many times for giving me such a younger look. Most times I don’t even believe I’m 31.

I was so helpless that I thought I should give Bella a call when she ended up calling me instead.

“I’m in the building. Where are you?” I asked, still glaring around.

“Look to your right. I’m the girl in purple.”

I turned my head to my right, searching for someone—anyone in purple.

I was able to detect her because she still had her phone to her ear.

I walked in her direction. With each step closer, I felt my heart pounding heavily.

She looked twice as pretty as she did in the morning. Her cut sheaves were exposed by the dress, and I could feel her eyes move over me from head to toe, scanning me.

I felt embarrassed under her gaze—like she wasn’t just staring at me, she was staring right into my soul.

With the way she kept smiling, I doubted I would ever get away from this.

“You look so dashing tonight,” she complimented.

I smiled but looked away.

“Thank you.”

When I turned to look at her again, I caught her seductively biting her lower lip.

She wouldn’t stop doing that, and it was almost starting to look like a habit of hers.

And damn—she just knew how to get a guy turned on by merely looking at him.

Can someone please tell her to stop doing that?

She then dragged me to where the main party was happening—drinking, eating, dancing, and smoking.

We sat down, and she ordered a bottle of Browny, while I stared at her constantly, non-stop.