Always Yours (Lagos Romance Series) Read Free

from whatever it was he was going to say.
    “I’m sorry.” He repeated “I really hate the fact that I have done this to you.”
    Done what, didn’t he know that everything he had done to me had made me feel beautiful beyond words? But then, he looked so guilty that I began to wonder, what was he saying, was he sorry because he had taken advantage of me? Because that could only mean that he had no intention of our little incident becoming more than that, an incident.
    I kept on looking at his face, trying to read what I saw there, of course he felt bad, I thought. This was Jambite rush, a year too late perhaps but still the same thing. And he was feeling guilty because it was me, me who was innocent, me who had never been anything but nice to him.
    Suddenly, I was angry, I got up and started to dress as fast as I could. “Look” I said, doing my best to sound confident, as though I didn’t care, even though inside, I was shaking with disappointment, hurt and anger. “Let’s just forget this happened okay, obviously we both made a mistake”
    “I didn’t, Sophie.” He said, looking dejected. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time”
    “Really” I raged “Exactly how long have you been planning my seduction, and is it coincidence or just some kind of poetic injustice that it took place on your last day?
    “I didn’t plan anything.” He denied, “Look Sophia, I’m sorry you feel the way you do but I don’t regret what’s happened here.”
    I wasn’t really listening; I was trying too hard not to cry. By now I was done putting my clothes back on. Without a word I picked up my bag and left. I started to cry as soon as I had closed the door behind me.

3. Hello Again!
    We never spoke again after that day, not for lack of trying on his part. He did call, over and over again. But I couldn’t bring myself to speak to him. I was still trying to understand what had happened and still too confused and angry to talk to him. I changed my number after a while, when sim cards got really cheap and then I heard from Eddie that he had travelled to the US for a master’s degree. Over the years Eddie kept me updated, he told me that Michael was working somewhere in the US, and then later that he was thinking of coming back. I always listened. Sometimes I would imagine what life was like for him. I missed him and I wondered if he didn’t miss me too.
    Life went on though, I graduated, served, started ‘Living Lagos’ and gave up on ever loving any other man the way I still loved Michael.
    I had confided my feelings to Ada on one of the ‘Girl’s night in’ days at my flat. Drunk on red wine, maudlin on romance movies and incensed by a picture of him I had seen on a friends Facebook page. I told her everything while she listened patiently.
    “I think you overreacted.” She had said at last. “I don’t understand all your vexing and not picking his calls, you should have at least talked to him.”
    I had told myself the same thing over and over for years so I couldn’t bring myself to argue with her. So we went back to oohing and aahing over his picture and how handsome he looked. Before the day was over Ada made me promise that if I ever had a chance I would see him, talk to him and see how it went from there.
    “You never know” she said. “You might just see him and wonder what you ever saw in him.”
    Very unlikely, I remember thinking.
    Now here I was in my flat, with no idea what to wear. I was in a panic. I didn’t want to be too dressy, and make him think I was trying too hard. But I didn’t want to dress down either. Half of my wardrobe was on the bed and I still hadn’t decided. I almost gave up and stayed home.
    The phone rang. It was Ada, of course.
    “Have you left yet?” she asked.
    “No!” I replied dejectedly. “I’m not going. I have nothing to wear”
    “Of course you do” she said. “You have lots of lovely clothes”
    “Well they’re hiding somewhere” I said