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Roulette Of The Damned: MAGICAL MYSTERY RIDE (EPISODE III)

25 Jun
MAGICAL MYSTERY RIDE

MAGICAL MYSTERY RIDE

Bukunmi hopped off the barstool. Perfectly shaved legs, a teasing smile, dark eyes that lit up beneath long dark lashes…that was Bukunmi. She not only turned heads, she stopped men in their tracks and left them drooling and speechless “Lets dance,” she said.

Edirin slipped off her stool and grabbed Abbey’s hand, “I love this song. Lets go dance.”

“Not yet,” Abbey said. “You guys go ahead.”

Bukunmi sighed.  “I thought you came out to have fun Abbey. I know its been a while since you went out but I’m pretty sure you know that sitting down and staring at other people in a club is not my idea of fun. You can’t keep being so uptight just because you and Jiro have issues. Things happen…you just need to rise above it.”

Abbey managed a smile. “Thanks B.K. I promise I’m fine. I’ll get up and dance soon. I’m just waiting till I hear a song I like. When that happens, I’ll dance; but don’t let me stop you guys from having fun. I’ll join you guys in a few minutes.” Abbey said.

With a reluctant shrug, Bukunmi let Abbey have her way. Abbey watched as her two friends disappeared into the crowded dance floor. The DJ kept the crowd moving with the mix  of songs. Edirin glowed under the flashing lights and danced her way through the crowd like the professional dancer she was. More than a few men’s heads turned in their direction. Abbey looked away. Bukunmi was right. She had come out to have fun and not act like an old woman sitting at home waiting for something spectacular to happen. So far, she wasn’t doing a good job of having fun.

She looked at her wrist watch. It was ten minutes to midnight. Once the clock struck midnight, it would officially mark exactly four months that Jiro had proposed to her. It would also mark four months of consistently asking Jiro to make out time to contribute ideas to the planning of their wedding…time he never seemed to have. During weekdays, he claimed he was swamped with work — getting home really late and leaving home really early. His weekends were always spent with Andrew playing stupid video games, having a laugh, and having that silly hangout of theirs at the expense of her wedding planning time. The worst part was that every time she tried to call Jiro at nights to discuss some of the ideas she had for the wedding, his landline was always engaged because he was talking to Andrew. Many times, she would call his mobile phone but he never seemed to give her his full attention — not completely — and she could easily guess why: Andrew was probably on hold on the landline. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t heard anything from Andrew either. Maybe she hadn’t heard from Andrew since the last time they spoke because he was mad at her for insinuating that he and Jiro were attracted to each other.

Maybe I should just go and apologise to Andrew for the things I said. He’s been a great friend and I should not have let my friendship with Andrew suffer just because my relationship with Jiro has hit the rocks. She sighed. None of this was Andrew’s fault. He had done nothing wrong except be a friend to a guy that had taken her for granted on several occasions. The only person to be blamed in all of this was Jiro.

Everyone — even Andrew — thought they were a perfect couple. Nobody would have suspected that Jiro had proposed to her only after she complained that he was making her constantly compete for his time and affection. Once he had proposed however, she had been so excited to finally be engaged, she hadn’t cared too much about why he had proposed. The fact was, he had finally proposed.

In the last year however, their relationship had suffered drastically. Abbey vividly remembered confronting Jiro about how his behaviour was making their relationship suffer. Jiro had insisted she was overreacting. Although he agreed with her that their relationship had gone stale in the last year, he had insisted that it was both their faults; and he wouldn’t blame her if she just wanted to move on. After he had uttered those words, Abbey just wasn’t 100% sure she wanted to marry him anymore. Knowing that Jiro never really has time for me now that we are engaged makes things even worse. If he has no time for me now, would he ever have time for me once we get married?, she thought bitterly.

After the argument with Jiro, Abbey had thrown his engagement ring at him and told him to come back to her when he was serious about marrying her. After walking out on Jiro, Abbey had felt liberated…free! So far, Jiro had called, texted, begged, and sent flowers and chocolates to her office every day in the past week. Abbey had ignored all his messages and thrown all the flowers into the bin. What did she need flowers for? Nothing! Not a damn thing! The chocolates however, she had eaten. No point in wasting perfectly good boxes of chocolates!

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Around her, sexy young women in tiny skirts were submerged with attention by hopeful young men. They were all so at ease. Abbey, on the other hand, just wanted to go home.

The guy two stools over was slowly leaning closer to her. The heavy scent of his spicy cologne stung her nostrils. She sensed his come-on before he spoke.

“Hello,” he said. “How are you this evening?”

Abbey mustered a smile. “I’m fine thanks. You?”

“Doing great,” he replied through a toothy grin. “Even better since you got here.”

Nothing original about this guy, Abbey thought. He wore a baggy designer t-shirt and baggy faded jeans. His pick-up line was dull and extremely unimpressive. Abbey turned toward the dance floor in search of her friends.

“Can I buy you a drink?” the guy asked. His eyes remained fixed on Abbey’s breasts.

“I’m good with the drink I have,” Abbey replied. “Thanks anyway.”

He motioned to the empty spot on the bar in front of her. “Where’s the drink you say you are drinking?”

“I finished it.” Abbey replied

“Let me buy you another then.” the guy implored.

“Thanks for the offer but I don’t want another drink. I’m driving.” she lied. She hadn’t brought her car because Edirin had driven her to the club; but this guy didn’t need to know that.

“But the night is young.” The guy said. “One more drink wouldn’t hurt you. I’m sure you can drive even if you have one more drink” he insisted.

His voice had a cocky edge. It irritated her. Abbey shook her head and fake-smiled. “No, I’d rather not.”

He shrugged. “My name is Nnamdi.”

“My name is Esther.” Abbey lied. She averted his eyes, picked her iphone and randomly checked what was happening on Instagram. Will Bukunmi and Edirin ever come back or am I destined to spend the entire evening with this Nnamdi dude leering over her shoulder, Abbey wondered.

“Do you want to go someplace quiet?” Nnamdi asked.

Abbey would have laughed out loud, had the irony of her situation not hit her square in the gut. She had spent four years with Jiro and had thought it was leading to her happy-ever-after, but after the argument they had, she wasn’t so sure anymore. In an effort to take her mind off  the troubles in her love life, her friends had taken her out on a girls-only night-out but had abandoned her to mingle with guys on the dance floor. Now, this guy comes from nowhere, stares at her breasts all through while trying to chat her up, and offers to buy her a drink. Did he really think she’d be flattered and fall right into bed with him? She knew a few women probably would have done exactly that but she couldn’t imagine why. For a few lousy drinks!

In a futile effort to hide her disgust, Abbey’s fake smile wavered , “I’m sorry, I cannot go anywhere with you…I’m here with friends.”

“Yeah? where are they?” Nnamdi asked, not believing her.

“On the dance floor.” Abbey said.

“Want to join them, Esther?” Nnamdi asked Abbey.

“No thanks.” Abbey replied.

Nnamdi shrugged again. “Your loss.”

Abbey ignored his sarcasm his look of disdain. She turned her attention to the music and the people dancing. The DJ had switched to hip hop but the beat hadn’t changed much. A lot of Nigerian songs had very similar beats but you’d always bob your head and move your body to its rhythm, she mused.  Abbey spotted Bukunmi gyrating in the middle of two guys whose tongues practically hung to the floor in open admiration of her. No sign of Edirin.

Already on the hunt for another prey, Nnamdi cast a sideways glance, got up, and walked away. He repositioned himself toward the end of the bar, beside a cheap-looking girl with big boobs shooting out of her short dress. Her breasts were so big, it looked like God had meshed three water melons together to create one breast — Six water melons in total to create the pair of her breasts. Abbey was glad to be rid of him.

Abbey looked towards the dance floor in another attempt to find Bukunmi and Edirin. Maybe it was time she swallowed her nerves and got on the dance floor with the rest of the crowd. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t dance. She did it all the time in her bedroom, when no one was watching. But it took her a while to work up the nerve to dance in public. Still, the night was young and people weren’t drunk enough to ignore if she missed a few steps here and there.

She turned away from the dance floor and surveyed the crowd not dancing. She spotted him instantly. He was tall and muscular and unbelievably  sexy. And he was staring right at her.

Abbey quickly looked away. Her breath caught in her throat and heat rose to her cheeks. She tried to concentrate on the music but, even with her back to him, she felt his eyes burning into her. Why had he been staring? Was he still staring? Why did she want the answer to be yes?

She turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger staring at her. He was still standing by the pole, still staring at her! His face was without expression, his stance casual. He made no move toward her, yet she felt overpowered by his presence.

Turning away swiftly like a child caught doing something wrong, Abbey rubbed the goose bumps that had formed on her arms and got the bartender’s attention. “Could I have a shot of tequila please?”

The two minutes the bartender took to pour her drink felt like an eternity. Abbey shifted her weight on the barstool, afraid to turn back toward the man by the pole. Was it the fact that he’d been looking at her that was making her uncomfortable? She wasn’t sure if her sixth sense was telling her that she was attracted to him, or warning her to be careful of him.

Had she been more like Edirin or Bukunmi, she would have ordered a second drink and have it sent to the guy or boldly walked over and introduced herself; but she was not like them. For many reasons, she lacked that kind of confidence, not to mention the minor issue of her total lack of trust where strangers were concerned.

The bartender brought the glass of tequila and Abbey swallowed the shot in one gulp. Her throat burned. Good. Maybe it would relax her and give her the required courage boost.

She sensed his closeness before she turned. His erotic scent filled the air. Her palms began to sweat and the shot of tequila had run right down to her legs, making them wobbly. Glad she was sitting down, Abbey took a deep breath and turned to face him. His eyes caught her off guard. He met her eyes and he didn’t blink, but she was not as skilled as he was so she had to look away.

“I’m sorry for staring,” he said. “Well, no I’m really not. I’m just sorry for being so blatant about it.” Abbey chuckled at the man’s honesty. His voice was every bit as erotic as his physical appearance. He smiled an easy relaxed smile, radiating a confidence that somehow managed to lack arrogance. Abbey’s skin grew warmer, silently cursing the stupid smile on her face that she couldn’t control.

“Are you waiting for someone? he asked.

“No.” Abbey looked to the dance floor. “I’m here with some friends.”

He touched the stool beside her. “Then can I sit here and buy you a drink?”

Abbey hesitated, her mental battle of whether or not to let him sit down evident on her face. He grinned and said “One drink? Then if you want me to get lost, I promise I will.”

Abbey couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve got a deal.”

He slid onto the stool. “My name is Mofe.”

“My name is Esth… uh… I mean I’m Abbey.” For some reason, she didn’t want to lie to this man.

The bartender  approached  and said “Can I get you two something?”

Mofe held her eyes. “What are you drinking?”

“Rum and Red bull” she said.

“…And a run and coke for me, please.” Mofe said to the bartender, his eyes never leaving Abbey’s. The bartender returned, placing the drinks in front of them and left. Abbey felt smothered as the guy continued staring at her. It felt weird…it felt good!

I should say something…I shouldn’t just sit here quietly like a fool. “So…” As she turned her neck thinking of what to say to him, she spotted ‘crazy and crazier’ coming over to her corner. “Beware, my lunatic friends are coming over.” she said.

Bukunmi collapsed on the stool on the other side of Mofe, “Hello handsome,” she said.

Mofe smiled. “Hi.”

“And you are?” Bukunmi asked.

“My name is Mofe.” he answered

“Bukunmi’s ruby red lips gave a dazzling smile. “I’m Bukunmi. And you are stunning!”

Mofe simply smiled. Edirin rolled her eyes as she slipped onto the stool beside Abbey. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Edirin.”

“Hi Edirin,” Mofe said. “Its nice to meet you both.”

“Great club,” Bukunmi said. “We’ve never been here before. I love the atmosphere.”

Bukunmi twirled her long dark natural hair. Abbey bit her bottom lip, suddenly feeling small and a little inadequate. I knew I should have taken more time to style my hair and do my make-up. Damn it!

Mofe nodded. “Yeah, its not a bad place.” He turned his attention to Abbey, locking his eyes with hers, “And I’m definitely liking the atmosphere.”

Abbey grew warm all over. She sipped her drink, not trusting herself to speak.

“Are you here alone?” Bukunmi asked Mofe.

His eyes still locked on Abbey, Mofe said, “I was. But I hope I’m not anymore.” He flicked a glance at Bukunmi and added, “I’m on probation till Abbey finishes her drink.”

Abbey laughed, relaxing despite herself. “Probation is over.”

Mofe gave her a boyish grin. “And I’m allowed to stay?”

“Yes, you are.” Abbey replied, grinning as well.

Mofe leaned close to Abbey, his mouth inches from her ear. “Dance with me,” he murmured.

Abbey was suddenly aware of the seductive beat of the music. A lump formed in her throat. His words had been more a gentle command than a question. His breath was hot against her neck. Every logical bone in Abbey’s body told her to say ‘No’ but as she swallowed the lump in her throat, she opened her mouth and found herself saying “Okay.”

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1 am.

Judging by the noises coming from the kitchen, it was evident that Jiro was still awake. Wondering when his door would open and Jiro’s head would appear through the crack and ask him to leave his house in the dead of the night, Andrew rolled on his side and tried his hardest to fall asleep so he wouldn’t have to do the walk of shame he was already dreading. He knew that in the morning, the walk of shame would be inevitable. At the moment however, the guest bedroom served as his safe haven and he preferred it that way. As he forced himself to get some shut-eye, he tried to think of something else besides Jiro and the unremitting pull his best friend had on his every thought.

The microwave beeped from the kitchen and Andrew knew instantly that his best friend was grabbing something to eat. It dawned on him that Jiro hadn’t actually eaten any of the chicken wings from earlier. Even though Andrew had eaten four or five chicken wings, his stomach still grumbled for food. Unfortunately, he knew he wouldn’t be satisfying that craving tonight. He wasn’t ready to face Jiro anytime soon. I’d rather have bamboo splinters shoved under my nails than have another confrontation with Jiro again tonight, Andrew decided within himself.

1am had a sneaky way of making the truth jump right out and bite you in the ass. Fine, Jiro has one heck of a good reason to be mad at me. I crossed a line that should never have been crossed. I just thought there was a connection between us when we kissed. I guess I was wrong. There’s nothing I can do about it now though. How do you force yourself not to want someone? Not ache to touch them or burn to feel their touch in return?, Andrew wondered as he put his left hand on his head. If there was a way, there’d already be a drug for it and he would have already bought shares in the damn company.

ANDREW

ANDREW

He thought back to the times he’d had sex in the past. One after another, he had taken several women to bed. Only a few had been more serious, but that was times when he’d been determined to just find someone who would accept him for who he was — for all of who he was. He had figured if he couldn’t find that, he would settle for someone to distract him… Distract me from what? He didn’t even want to consider what the answer was. The best thing I can do is apologise again in the morning, try to explain myself as best as I can and pray I don’t get another punch in my other eye or worse.

With his decision made and his guilt-derisive demons strangely falling into silent mode, Andrew felt himself drifting back toward sleep.

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2 am.

His door opened, the light from the crack in the door nailing him in his bruised left eye. Yeah, the punch from earlier was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. Leaving the door ajar out of sheer meanness, Jiro entered. The last couple of minutes, he had heard his friend stand outside the door, grunt derisively, and leave. This time, he actually came in. Andrew turned from the pillow and opened his sleepy eyes.

Jiro had his hands crossed across his chest. His legs were slightly spread, his stance hostile. Yeah, he was definitely on the war-path tonight.

“Is everything okay, Jiro?” Andrew asked.

“No,” Jiro growled.

“What’s on your mind, then?” Andrew didn’t want to ask but he knew he was curious as to what the answer would be.

“You are a sicko!” Jiro cursed under his breath. Then he spun on his heel, left  the room, and slammed the door with a resounding thump.

That went well.  ‘Sicko’… Jiro’s definition of my affinity for men. Talk about progress. Any psychiatrist would be thrilled with that shiny new development, not that Jiro would see one, he thought dryly.

Shoving the duvet off his body, Andrew lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.

ANDREW

ANDREW

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They found a spot on the far end of the dance floor and Mofe’s hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. She wanted to melt into him as much as she wanted to run away from him. The warmth of his hands created an intense fire on her skin that burned slowly within her. Panic set in. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way about a total stranger? Why am I finding it impossibly hard to resist the urge to nestle against his shoulder, kiss his neck…?

Abbey tilted her head up and was struck by how close Mofe’s lips were to her own. She backed up a step, hoping her complete lack of ease didn’t show. Whether or not she liked him, she wasn’t going to drool over any man. She had too much self respect for that. Mofe winked at Abbey as if he understood her reluctance, squeezed her hand gently, and led the way back to their seats beside Bukunmi and Edirin.

Bukunmi leaned in close to Mofe as the pair approached  “Your two looked like you’ve done that before,” she said.

“I must confess,” Mofe said, “I have danced before.

Bukunmi’s lips glistened with a smile that looked more irritated than genuine. “I meant you two look like you’ve danced together before.”

Mofe gazed at Abbey, meeting her eyes and holding them. She smiled despite the storm raging inside her. She was too attracted to Mofe and she knew nothing about him. I need to tread carefully.  I don’t want to jump from the frying pan to the fire. I haven’t felt like this since….Jiro.

Oh my God…JIRO!!! Abbey felt like someone had slapped her back to reality. She had forgotten all about Jiro after a couple of minutes with Mofe.  This is definitely frying pan to fire! I have to remember to tread carefully and watch myself around this man. 

Mofe’s eyes narrowed, his attention focused somewhere behind Abbey. She turned to find Nnamdi staring at them from a distance. She turned back, groaning. Mofe cocked his head. “Friend of yours?”

“No,” Abbey replied. “An earlier aggravation.”

“I see,” Mofe said. “So he didn’t pass the probation period.”

“No.” Abbey said with a laugh. “He didn’t.”

Nnamdi stepped closer. His voice was low and menacing. He said to Abbey “Esther, I thought you weren’t drinking anymore.” He looked at glass in front of her, indicating what he was talking about.

Abbey followed his gaze and stared back at him without remorse. “I changed my mind,” Abbey said.

“I saw you dancing with this guy a while ago” Nnamdi pointed at Mofe and continued. “Did  you change you mind about dancing too?” Nnamdi asked cynically?

“Yeah…I did” Abbey said

“Good. Then you owe me a dance.” Nnamdi said, grabbing Abbey’s arm. Irritated, Abbey jerked away from Nnamdi touch and Mofe was beside her in an instant. He took a step toward Nnamdi, towering at least four inches above him. For a moment, Mofe simply stared at Nnamdi, his expression indiscernible. It was only when Nnamdi tried to walk around Mofe to get to Abbey that Mofe spoke. “Touch her again and I’ll break every bone in both your hands.” He walked closer to Nnamdi. “Do you have any idea how many bones that is?”

Nnamdi glared at Mofe defiantly, but he staggered back several paces. When Nnamdi didn’t reply, Mofe continued, “Each hand contains twenty-seven bones. Come one step closer and I’ll break all twenty-seven in the hand you use to reach for her. Talk rudely to her again and I’ll break all the bones in your second hand just for the fun of it. I’ll break them slowly to give you plenty of time to count as I break them.”

The fear on Nnamdi’s face was unmistakable. He muttered a few incoherent curses at Abbey as he spun away.

Bukunmi’s eyes were wide with excitement. “Wow,” she said. “That was a huge turn-on.”

Abbey shot Bukunmi a look of irritation before looking at Mofe “Thank you, but I don’t want you risking a fight for me.” Abbey said.

“It’s no problem. I’m willing to take risks for a good cause,” Mofe said. “Besides, there wasn’t much risk involved with that.”

“Uhm…Mofe,” Edirin interjected. “That was a very convincing threat. Would you really have broken his hands?”

“Absolutely,” Mofe said without hesitation

“Damn,” Edirin said. “My last boyfriend would have made such a huge fuss and run away if the guy had tried to beat me up.”

Everyone laughed. After a while, Abbey heard herself talking, being part of the conversation, despite her growing need to protect herself from Mofe by withdrawing. Mofe would have to be kept at arm’s length if she could even be around him at all. She couldn’t explain why she had to protect herself from Mofe but she felt it, and her gut was rarely ever wrong. What the hell has gotten into me? This guy is a complete stranger….a hot, sexy, break-my-stalker’s-bones stranger… but a stranger all the same. I am not the kind of girl that meets a guy in a club and lets him get so close. He must be a player. Maybe he even planned the whole thing with that Nnamdi guy. Abbey could already feel the effect of the alcohol she had consumed. Great! the alcohol is getting to my brain and I can’t even think clearly anymore. I need to get out of here fast!

Abbey searched her mind for a plausible excuse to escape… a good – no great – lie to get her out of the club and away from Mofe. “I have to go. I have an early start in the morning, church and all.” Avoiding Mofe’s gaze, Abbey focused intently on her friends.

Bukunmi looked at her curiously and asked “The last time I checked, you went to church on Sundays. Tomorrow is Saturday. ” Her flawlessly made up eyes narrowed. “When did you start going to church on a Saturday?”

“I… uhm… ” Abbey noticing the unmistakable smile — or was it a smirk — on Mofe’s face and knew she wasn’t convincing anyone with her lie. It was too late to change her story now though. She had to stick with it. “You are right. I attend church services on Sundays but my church is having a concert tomorrow and I can’t miss it.”

“Oh? A church concert?” Mofe asked. “I’d like to come if you don’t mind.”

“I’m sorry but no. All the seats have been paid for and there’s no way I can get you an invitation at such a  short notice. Maybe some other time.”

“I’ll drive you home Abbey,” Edirin said.

“No Edirin,” Abbey replied quickly. “Stay here and have fun. I’ll catch a cab.”

“I can drive you,” Mofe offered. “No need for you to get a cab.”

Abbey grabbed her purse. “No, really, I’m fine. You guys enjoy the rest of the night.” She briefly met Mofe’s intense, questioning gaze. It was obvious he hadn’t bought a word of her lie. She said “Thanks for the drink. I had fun.”

Before Mofe had a chance to reply, Abbey spun around and started weaving her way out through the crowd. She could feel his eyes following her through the crowd. She couldn’t explain why she enjoyed his company and why she felt unbelievably attracted to a total stranger…Her attraction to him and her reaction to his touch was what scared her more than anything.

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3 am.

The creaking door reawakened Andrew. The brutal slam of the door during Jiro’s last visit an hour ago had pulled the door out of alignment. “Jiro,” Andrew sighed in his groggy. “You’re still awake?”

Jiro appeared a little less hostile now — he’d had an hour to simmer down since his last ‘delightful’ visit. Hands still crossed over his chest like he was protecting himself from something truly evil, he spat out “Sure, only someone like you can sleep after what you did. You had absolutely no right to do that!”

“Do what?” Andrew inquired, still sleepy.

“Don’t give me bullshit. You know ‘what’.” Jiro said irritably.

“Not really.” Andrew said in a calm manner. If his friend was going to make him answer questions in the middle of the night, Andrew was going to make him say the words. “Why don’t you tell me what is on your mind and get it off your chest so you can finally go to sleep?” Andrew encouraged.

“Why didn’t you just lie to me? Why didn’t you just pretend?” Jiro asked bitterly.

“Sometimes, we think we want to hear something and its until only afterwards that we realize we wish we had heard it under entirely different circumstances.” Andrew said. “I was happy keeping it you myself but you insisted I told you. You cannot be mad at me for telling the truth after you  insisted I came clean with you about my sexuality.”

Jiro sucked in a deep breath, clearly revving his engine up to go nuke on Andrew. “Maybe I can’t be mad at you for telling me the truth but I have every right to be mad at you for kissing me. You had no bloody right to kiss me like that… to kiss me at all!” he yelled, his anger reaching an all-time high.

Ah finally… ok lets get this over and done with, Andrew decided within himself. “Did I not already apologise?” Andrew asked.

“So?” Jiro knew he sounded childish but he didn’t care. “Fucking apologise again!” he said.

“I’m sorry…” Jiro said

Jiro’s perfectly stubbled-chin tilted up defiantly “Why did you do it, kiss me I mean?” Jiro asked.

“It wasn’t because I wanted to, not at all.” Liar, Andrew inwardly chastised himself. Even as Andrew said the words, he knew it was a bloody lie. He had dreamt of kissing Jiro all week. “I let Abbey’s words get to me and, for the first time, I saw you as more than my best friend…I started noticing things that I’d notice in a man I found attractive. It only started after Abbey spoke to me in your office on Monday. Does that answer your question?” Andrew asked.

Irritated again, Jiro hissed and said “You bastard!” Then, he turned on his heel , stomped out, and slammed the door–or tried to. This time the abused door didn’t have enough gusto for a good slam. Jiro had to jerk it a couple of times until it closed. Andrew stared at it in amazement. Yeah, he’s very pissed. His anger phase is on steroids.

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3:30 am.

The door didn’t slam open any better than it had slammed shut. The sound was still effective though. Andrew almost flew out of bed thinking he was in his own house and under attack by armed robbers. “Oh for Christ’s sake!” Andrew said in an irritated tone, his voice raised. “Stop terrorising both me and the bedroom door. Come in and lets talk about it.” he said in a clipped tone.

“I’m mad at you.” Jiro said with venom in his voice.

“Oh yeah? I can tell. Take a number and get on the damn line with everyone else that’s mad at me.” Andrew said, his bitchy side coming out slowly but surely.

“I’m not gay!” Jiro said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself.

Oh, so that’s the issue. Now we are getting somewhere, Andrew thought. “I know. I never said you were.” Andrew said gently, finally understanding the inward turmoil his best friend was facing.

Jiro looked like he was trying to piece his thoughts together before he spoke again. “I don’t understand why I didn’t stop you earlier. I especially don’t understand why I — sweet Jesus — why I kinda enjoyed it,” Jiro said.

Enjoyed it? No wonder he is mad at me. Tough concept to wrap your head around, especially at three thirty in the morning. Thinking about Jiro liking the kiss stirred up Andrew’s shaft again. He quickly hid his hard-on with the duvet. “I’m sure it was the booze or the stress of the week.” Andrew said.

“Stop making excuses for me.” Jiro said in an irritated tone. Just as quickly, his concentration went back to his own jumbled thoughts “I keep thinking about it.” Agitated again, he paced the area in front of the door; his need for a viable escape route evident. “Why do I keep thinking about that damned kiss?”

Oh boy, explosive subject ahead. Andrew, however, didn’t feel like treading carefully anymore. He looked at the wall clock: Three-thirty seven! He wanted to go to bed and forget he’d ever listened to Abbey in the first place. “Maybe it was curiosity? You are a healthy young guy with very high sexual desires. How long has it been since you and Abbey had sex? Maybe your body reacted to the first intimate human contact it got. I’m sure its nothing”

Jiro paused in his pacing “Getting hard over kissing you and having a funny twitchy feeling in my ass is not nothing! Its not supposed to be that way– I’m not supposed to be that way. Hell, I’m not gay!”

Andrew’s patience wore very thin. “Get over it. Pleasure is pleasure.” he said.

“You are such an arrogant prick.” Jiro said.

“Go to bed.” Andrew said to Jiro like he was speaking to a child.

Like an army marshal, Jiro started swinging his arms. “Why bother? I’m all wired up. I cant sleep even if I tried; and I have tried.”

Andrew looked at Jiro with a straight face and replied him. “Well I can sleep, so if you are done ranting, get out so I can sleep. I think you broke your door, but check and see if it will whack you anyway on your way out.”

Hands shoved from his chest to his pockets, Jiro glared at him and mumbled something insanely profane under his breath.

Andrew was done feeling guilty. If his friend was going to ask him to leave his house in the middle of the night, he’d leave. He was too damn tired to deal with any more of Jiro’s crap. “You keep hanging around, and I’m going to assume you want me to kiss you again.”

“What!” Jiro said in shock — and a look of excitement he wasn’t able to hide fast enough. Andrew had seen it.

Well, he did say he liked it…There had been plenty of evidence. So Andrew pushed the topic. It was 3:40 am in the morning for Pete’s sake and he was tired. And perhaps more than a little horny — no grouchy. That was it — grouchy. “You want me to get you off? Is that what this is all about? Are you sexually frustrated? Do you want to see what it’s like to kiss a man again and have something stuck up in your ass until you come? I could even let you fuck me first if you’d like.” Andrew knew he was pushing it, but Jiro had pushed him too damn far.

Jiro froze. His eyes were dilated and he looked almost ghost-like. Good, Andrew thought. Be shocked. Get away from me now before I find myself pinning you down on this bed.

“Go to bed.” Andrew said. “And I’ll warn you right now, if you come charging back in here again tonight, wrecking that damn door, stomping your feet, and cursing up all the demons from hell, I’m going to bend you over this bed and make you come so hard your knees will be too weak for stomping and you’ll forget to talk, let alone cuss me out.”

“Fuck. you.” Jiro said, with a little less gusto than before.

“Get. Out.” Andrew called out as he lay back down on the bed.

Anger activating his legs, Jiro stormed out, yanking the door behind him. it wouldn’t shut. “Leave it.” Andrew shouted from the bed

“Prick!” Jiro called out from the door before walking away.

No way he was going to fall back to sleep now. Andrew fell back into the pillow, rattled to the core. His shaft stirred inside his sleep pants, throbbing in time with the quickened beat of his heart. Knowing himself, it wouldn’t take much to get off in this state, not with every nerve on edge.

Closing his eyes, he imagined kissing Jiro again. Removing his vest and sliding his hand under the covers bunched at his waist beneath the elastic waistband of his pants, he stroked himself, a long slow pull starting under his balls and up to the hot sensitive tip. Crap. Almost there already. From one stroke. The slippery fluid seeping from his slit was as hot as blood as he smeared it around the head, circling the top. Any more stimulation than that and Andrew knew he’d cum. His balls felt tight and ready to burst. Each circling caress of his thumb sent a shiver across his skin. His nipples tingled. Craving the stimulation, he pinched one, and the shiver leapt into his spine, arching his back involuntarily. So close…

The door creaked open, and light from the hallway spilled across the bed, his naked torso, and the nubs of his stiff nipples. Jiro stood silhouetted against the doorframe, posture tense and hostile.

Andrew had warned him…

What exactly did Jiro want anyway? To talk? Receive absolution for getting a hard-on? To give me another punch in the eye? Did he also ache for release? Or was it just curiosity? Doesn’t he know that curiosity kills the cat? Andrew couldn’t take it anymore, not with his release so close.

The duvet brushed heavily against Andrew’s pulsing shaft as he pulled it back and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. As he stood, the light shone on him, the thickened length of his erection, clearly visible beneath the thin cotton.

Enough! Andrew wanted Jiro to notice his aroused state. Andrew was done playing nice…He wanted Jiro to know what the kiss had really done to him…what Jiro’s presence coupled with Abbey’s words, had done to him.

“Get on the bed or get out of the room,” he said, voice thick and commanding.

“I—” Jiro started

Shut up and get on the damn bed”. His voice was rough, gruff, and commanding. No room for excuses. They would settle this thing between them right now. Words weren’t necessary.

A low sound escaped from Jiro’s throat, not quite a word yet not completely a whimper; something needier and huskier. A minute passed — an eternity it seemed — as Andrew waited in his agonizing state of arousal for Jiro to decide whether or not to cross the threshold, whether he would give in and quit denying what he wanted to discover.

Finally, with a shaky sigh…Jiro crossed over.

Andrew walked over to the stereo, put on some music, and reduced the volume. He walked over to the door and shut the door but didn’t turn the key. He wanted Jiro to feel like he would be able to leave the room if he wanted to. Turning back to face Jiro with his hard-on, Andrew walked over to where his best friend lay. He pulled his trousers down and revealed his full length for Jiro’s eyes to see, to admire, and to understand his dire need.

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Jiro sucked in a shaky breath and Andrew smiled. He knew that sound anywhere.

Andrew reached out to touch Jiro…

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4 am.

She knew it was late but she had asked the cabbie to drop her off at Jiro’s. She knew she wouldn’t be staying long so she asked the cab driver to wait for her. All she had to do was tell Jiro she was ready to give him another chance. Somehow, her physical reaction to Mofe had made her feel like she was cheating on Jiro. She hated the feeling. Maybe I’ve been unfair to Jiro after all. He’s been trying to reach out to me; and instead of hearing him out, I’ve been acting like a bitch. Everybody deserves a second chance. Besides, he didn’t really deserve all the horrible things I said to him. How could I have even said he and Andrew secretly wanted to be lovers? I really messed things up. It’s time I made things right, no matter the cost. I’ll wake him up if I have to. I’m sure he’ll find it ironically romantic. Abbey thought.

As Abbey walked up to the steps leading to the front door, she knew Andrew was here because she had seen his car parked outside. After her conversation to him on the phone, she knew that he might not want to see her but she also knew that Andrew wouldn’t not turn her away either. He was always the gentleman. He’d listen to what she had to say at the very least.

I messed up big-time with Andrew too. Andrew has been my friend for a long time and I can swear on the life of my unborn children that he is not attracted to men. I have to make things right and apologise to both of them, She decided.

Using the bunch of keys she retrieved from her purse, Abbey unlocked the front door of Jiro’s house with her spare key and silently walked in.

To Be Continued…

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SOUNDTRACK FOR EPISODE 3::: MAGICAL MYSTERY RIDE:  ALL OF ME by JOHN LEGEND.

 
37 Comments

Posted by on June 25, 2013 in Guilty Pleasures

 

37 responses to “Roulette Of The Damned: MAGICAL MYSTERY RIDE (EPISODE III)

  1. J. Phoenix

    June 25, 2013 at 11:53 PM

    You bastard! Fuck you very much!! Aaargh!!
    Can’t believe I have to wait till Wednesday…
    Is it just me or you got better?? A few mistakes like putting quotation marks in the wrong place but who cares, right?
    Keep em coming!! (metaphorically)

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 12:10 AM

      Hi J. Phoenix,

      Hahaha.
      Wednesday is not so far…it’s only 7 more days away *evil smile*

      Thanks for the compliments. I’m glad you loved this piece and you feel my writing (and the story) is only getting better with each episode.
      As for the quotation marks…my apologies…then again; those that matter will not care, and those who care don’t necessarily matter. Glad you matter enough to not care!

      Thanks for commenting…
      I’ll keep em CUMING like you suggested *eyes gleaming*

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
      • Jason Coleman

        June 26, 2013 at 9:00 AM

        We gotta wait 7 days? Not healthy bro…….

         
      • The Controvert

        June 26, 2013 at 10:16 AM

        Jason…

        Breathe… There’s more coming! TRUST ME, ITS WORTH THE WAIT. 😉

        Now and Always,
        The Controvert!

         
  2. Lisa

    June 26, 2013 at 12:39 AM

    Well I’ll be!!!! This was so good. I love the dynamic between Jiro and Andrew. You can see they know each other so well. Poor Abbey!!! Or not really because Mofe is on her radar. But she started the whole ball rolling so they’ll have to deal with the outcome. This is the ultimate cliffhanger. Can’t wait for next Wednesday at 7. Lol.

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 10:03 AM

      Hi Lisa,

      Thanks so much for your comments. Glad you are enjoying the story so far.
      I really need to see how to ensure it’ll be midnight in Trinidad and Tobago so you’ll read it at midnight and not at 7pm… lol. you’re lucky Nigeria is 4 hours ahead. lol

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments…

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  3. Faith B

    June 26, 2013 at 1:07 AM

    Woow woow wooow!!!
    My gosh, the depth to this story is mind blowing. I honestly can’t wait to continue, please don’t keep me waiting.
    Also be calm and try reading over before you send your work forth, it would help you make some little amends.
    Good job!

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 10:07 AM

      Hi Faith…

      Many thanks for your comments. I realise that a lot of girls can relate with Abbey. I really want to see who’s going to support Abbey, Andrew, Jiro, or all of them. Its funny how everyone has different interpretations of situations.

      I promise not to keep you waiting…Next wednesday is just another week away. looool.

      Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll definitely make sure its done right!

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments!

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  4. Tey-me

    June 26, 2013 at 3:44 AM

    OMG!! My bestfriend J Phoenix introduced me to this story, and it is so riveting. Wow. I am mesmerized at the turn of events. Got me feeling like a little kid. Lol. I feel so sorry for Jiro and Andrew tho. 😦

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 10:10 AM

      Hi Tey-me,

      AWESOME!!! I owe J Phoenix a HUGE shoutout!!!

      Glad you’re enjoying the story so far. I am even more excited that you found the time to leave a comment after reading. Life’s turns are quite unpredictable… Humans see only what they want to see. Behind every smile/tear/kiss, there is ALWAYS a story.

      Join me as we continue revealing more on THE ROULETTE OF THE DAMNED!!!

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments.

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
    • Jason Coleman

      July 1, 2013 at 2:11 PM

      Sorry? Are you kidding? I’m feeling all whoozy reading this again. Its the girl i feel for, imagine if she walked in on them….dayuuuum. I’d say jiro fainted and Drew was giving him a mouth to mouth…

       
      • The Controvert

        July 1, 2013 at 5:44 PM

        Jason…

        Lol… you’re putting ideas in my head

         
  5. oneblackboi

    June 26, 2013 at 6:46 AM

    Nooooooo…. y is she gonna see this!!! 😥

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 10:12 AM

      LOOOOOOL!!!

      OneBlackBoi….

      The bigger question is WHY NOT?????

      HAHAHA

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments…

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
      • Jason Coleman

        July 1, 2013 at 2:13 PM

        For scandal sake, I’d have hoped for her not to see. However, if Jiro is having issues with his sexuality, he should take a step back before making such a commitment. Still i hope he doesnt hate andrew for making him discover that part of himself.

         
      • The Controvert

        July 1, 2013 at 5:46 PM

        Jason…

        You know I love a good scandal…

        You just raised a very good issue though. Would Jiro consider what he’s about to get himself into? Will he blame Andrew? Will Andrew blame Jiro? Who will Abbey blame when she finds out?

        Read more to find out! 😉

         
  6. Jason Coleman

    June 26, 2013 at 8:58 AM

    In the words of J.Phoenix ..”You bastard! Fuck you very much!! Aaargh!!”

    You gonna kill one with suspense. Why the hell did you let her in just when the action was starting?
    I don’t even want to preempt how the night will turn out.

    Please make her linger a little bit. I’ve waited for Drew and Jiro to get it out of their system..

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 10:15 AM

      Hi Jason Coleman,

      You are simply amazing! Thanks for the commentssssssss! Thank you for showing that EVERYONE can post comments again and again and again! 🙂

      Lol….My intention isn’t to kill yo with suspense. Ok thats a lie. lol that’s exactly the point! I promise not to leave you unsatisfied though….Good things come to those who are patient for it…

      How will the night go? what will happen?? What are your predictions???
      WEDNESDAY NEXT WEEK IS SOOOO CLOSE YET SO FAR. LOL…

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments…

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  7. Jason Coleman

    June 26, 2013 at 9:05 AM

    Would any Nigerian producer/director dare to make a movie like this?

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 10:19 AM

      Jason,

      your guess is as good as mine. That’s a challenge I’m willing to work on with the right producer…A DARING, GO-FOR-BROKE, NO-HOLDS-BARRED producer! 😉

      lol…

      You rock! Thanks for all your comments. Keep em coming!

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  8. teekellz

    June 26, 2013 at 1:42 PM

    ‘The controvert’ you sir are a very very annoying annoying aggravating writer.

    PS: You tend to get carried away with your pronouns though…….

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 4:51 PM

      Hi Teekellz,

      your ‘compliments’ are much appreciated.
      I love pronouns… you’re just going to have to live with it. *Cheeky Smile*

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments…

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  9. newtonsamson

    June 26, 2013 at 3:05 PM

    *sigh* i hate the fact that i have a crazy imagination. Spurn the yarn from the first episode. Give me something to captivate me next. Wow me! And by the way. Team Jiro all the way

     
    • The Controvert

      June 26, 2013 at 4:55 PM

      hI Newton,

      I actually enjoy the idea of a reader with a crazy imagination. Remember the story is UNFOLDING… As of now, its to move you to the next level. Lets wait and see if the coming EPISODES wow you

      Team Jiro all the way eh? lol…. Good to know.
      As you know, there are many sides to Jiro. Specify…
      Team Jiro as a PERSON?
      Team Jiro for Abbey??
      Team Jiro for Andrew???
      You decide…

      I look forward to more of your comments…

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  10. nugesee

    June 30, 2013 at 4:49 PM

    Phenomenal till date, however one week is way too long to wait. Glad to see the story unfold and by the way hope 3am lasts longer and poor Abbey if she witnesses that. Hey whats wrong with a thressome. a guy can imagine! Good stuff, keep em coming.

     
    • The Controvert

      June 30, 2013 at 7:40 PM

      Hi Nugesse,

      Many thanks for your comments.

      Lol…one week is not too long to wait. Patience is a virtue 😉

      A threesome is definitely an option. lol

      Looking forward to more of your comments as more episodes are released.

      Team Mofe or Team Jiro for Abbey???

      You decide…

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
    • Jason Coleman

      July 1, 2013 at 2:15 PM

      Threesome? You harsh o. shwooo

       
      • The Controvert

        July 1, 2013 at 5:47 PM

        lol…It’s a good enough possibility as any, is it not? hehehe

         
  11. Gola

    July 5, 2013 at 9:28 AM

    I’m not reading again…… Not interested…….unto the next…..

     
    • The Controvert

      July 10, 2013 at 7:15 AM

      lol… as if

       
  12. maxwell

    July 12, 2013 at 11:31 AM

    What the fuck!!! Now this suspense is close to forcefully taking my heart out of my chest. And my heart beat got so fast like I just completed a marathon race. Damn, glad I don’t have to wait for so long(wednesday) to see the concluding story, its just a click away for me. This is the story of the decade. PS: Abbey should better not gain access into jiro’s apartment lest I Collapse

     
    • The Controvert

      July 12, 2013 at 12:07 PM

      Hi Maxwell,

      Thanks for the comments. lol you got it easy compared to other people who had to wait.

      Keep reading. it gets better!

      I look forward to more of your comments

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
    • The Controvert

      July 13, 2013 at 4:17 AM

      Hi Maxwell,

      LoooooL.

      Glad the story has a personal resonance to you and you feel connected to the characters. It means I have done my Job quite well.
      Thanks for commenting.
      I look forwards to more of your comments as the story unfolds

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  13. Akanbi Akinbanjo

    July 15, 2013 at 4:07 PM

    Look here, you have to find a way of ending each episode o…not after raised somebody’s mind u will now end it there…

    Nice piece bro, who is moving a 3rd notion for this to be produced.

     
    • The Controvert

      July 16, 2013 at 1:19 PM

      Hi Akanbi,

      Lol…Deal with it!

      Thanks for the compliments though.

      NoW and Always,
      The Controvert!

       
  14. Reeky

    October 26, 2013 at 12:48 PM

    Wow! Rich suspense. I’m moving a third motion for this to be produced.

     
    • The Controvert

      October 27, 2013 at 10:37 AM

      Hi Reeky,

      Awwww… Thanks 🙂

      Now and Always,
      The Controvert!

       

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