Is Vivian falling for her friend's brother, Segun?

After bidding Hajara and her husband farewell, Francois led me outside where we waited for the valets to bring our cars around for us. 

“So Mr. Francois Mo…” I trailed off having forgotten his last name.

“Maurille,” he supplied smoothly.

“Right, Maurille. Where are you from?”

“I’m French but I now consider myself Nigerian since I’ve spent the last decade living here mostly.”

“What do you mean by ‘mostly’?” I asked.

“Well, I still go home to France every now and then to see my family but I’m here most of the time. My business is rooted here, so Nigeria is my second home.”

“I see.”

Our cars were brought to us and I turned to look at Francois with a raised eyebrow. “Where are we heading to?” I asked him.

“Where would you like to go?” He asked me in return.

I thought for a moment and said, “I’ve always wanted to dine at the Oriental Hotel. I heard the interior is impressive and the restaurant there serves up some real delicious treats.”

“Done,” he said.

We got into our cars and drove to Victoria Island. After sorting out our parking, we headed inside together hand-in-hand like a real couple. The place was indeed impressive and I wasn’t disappointed at all.

As we settled at our table, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and it turned out to be my dad. Bummer!

“Excuse me,” I said to Francois as I got on my feet.

“I need to answer this call…um, privately.”

He looked at me questioningly.

“Is that your boyfriend?” I smirked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s my dad.”

“Then answer it here. He’s probably just checking on you to make sure you’re okay.”

“I know that. Meanwhile, has anyone ever told you what a controlling person you are?”He laughed.

“I’m sorry I came off sounding like a controlling person but I’m really not. I just feel like Prince Charming right now and I’m afraid my Cinderella might run off on me if I don’t keep an eye on her.”

“Oh please, of all the fairytales!” I giggled.

My phone stopped ringing, so I sat down and redialed the number immediately. Dad answered on the first ring.

“Ovigwe, where are you? Do you know what time it is or can’t you see it’s already dark? Do you want to sleep in your friend’s house with her husband?”

“Daddy, you’ve asked me like a million questions in just one minute. I’m still on the island. I’ll probably go to my place when I leave here.”

He paused briefly before speaking again. “Okay. Let me know when you get to your place. Bye.”

“Bye Daddy.”

“Overprotective dad?” Francois asked after I hung up.

“Sort of,” I replied.

“Are you the youngest child?”

“Oldest. I have two sisters and a brother.”

“Are they teenagers?”

“What?” I laughed. “They’re adults. My immediate younger sister is married with a kid. The others are undergraduates.”

“Quoi! How old are you?”

“Never ask a lady her age,” I said coyly and batted my eyelashes ridiculously.

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Needless to say the rest of the evening was a real pleasure, except for the few interruptions when Esther and Mom called to find out when I would be home and I told them the same thing I told Dad.

After we’d finished dining, we settled into a series of conversations in which we got to know a bit more about each other. When I finally checked my phone to see what time it was, I was shocked.

“Oh my goodness! It’s almost 11 p.m.” I said.

“I better get going. My place isn’t too far from here.” Francois smiled but made no move to leave.

“My apartment is in Ikoyi. I think we can get there in less than 10 minutes at this time of night. No traffic.”

“Did we conclude on me going home with you?” I asked.

“Sorry,” he said but he didn’t look sorry.

“Or we could go to your place.”

“We?” I laughed.

“You’re so arrogant, it’s unbearable.”

“That’s my major character flaw, I guess. So which is it?” He asked.

What a persistent human being! I kinda liked it too. It’d been a while since a guy chased me so intensely. Okay, not really because Segun did just that not too long ago.

I immediately pushed away that memory and returned my attention to the present. Francois was looking at me expectantly. Oh dear Vivian, what are you up to this time? I asked myself. I’ve never been with a white guy before and who says I need to date him anyways? It’s New Year’s Day and I’m sitting right here with a fine specimen of a man, why let him go to waste? I’m not the one-night stand kinda girl but…

“How about here?” I asked him.

“Perfect.” He said without hesitation and rose.

We checked into a room within fifteen minutes and as soon as we entered our room, Francois shut the door and pinned me against it with his body, and kissed me deeply. The unexpectedness of it sent an exciting tingle down my spine. 

When he finally broke the kiss, he looked me in the eye and asked, “How do you want me to fuck you, Vivian?”

Whoa! Francois ain’t playing for sure. I liked it!

“Like a jealous boyfriend who finally has a chance to teach me a lesson.” He smiled slowly and replied, “My pleasure…”