"May I have water, please?" She asks, batting her lashes. This woman. Damola lets out a sigh. She makes resisting her a difficult thing for him to achieve.

"Sure." He fetches her a bottle and returns to where they are sat. Seun smiles, appreciative of his kind gestures and accepts it, muttering a thank you. The man is actually very kind.

The movie starts playing and the duo snack on their popcorn, individual thoughts racing through their minds. Seun constantly rubs her hands because for one, she's cold and secondly, the eye catching man beside her was making it difficult for her to concentrate on the movie. Different thoughts ran through her mind and this drink is not even helping matters in any way.

"I'm cold." She finally states, staring at me him beautifully. Her contact lens even make her eyes more fascinating to look into.

"Sorry." Damola takes off his jscket to help the beautiful woman besides him. With their modern technology in place, he ought to have shielded the space from cold, but it completely skipped his mind the moment they got ipstairs, thanks to her. Not that he's complaining, though. At least, it's a perfect opportunity for him to play hero. After all, they say not all heroes wear capes. When he finally finds the remote control, he smiles and picks it up. Time for some superman moments.

She initially wondered what he was looking for, but now that he is at it, she watches in excitement as he covers up the place with the dome shield. She does not expect anything less, though. For that amount of technological prowess they have, this is pretty much just a piece of cake.

"That's nice, and thanks." Her commendation makes him smile. He acknowledges her remark with a nod before quietly sitting beside her.

The duo begin watching the movie and she hums quietly, swaying her head from left to right, still having a go at the popcorn.

When the actual food finally arrives, she does not even notice because she is fixated on the movie. Damola pleasantly expresses his appreciation to his staff then proceede to dish out some portions of starters for the both of them.

"Here." He nudges her and she receives the plate without looking at him.

"Thanks."

"Never pegged you for a movie sort-of person." She chuckles and gives him the side eye before taking her focus back to the projector. Her childlike countenance leaves him enthralled; it is actually cute.

"You know at some point you'll have to talk to me, right?" She hums in response and chuckles, suddenly turning to look at him. She fills her glass again and takes a huge gulp of the very sweet liquid.

"Yeah, definitely." She whispers with a laugh and touches his arm playfully. Stop it, Seun. Her thoughts nudge. The man in front of her swallows whatever words he wanted to utter. She flutters her lashes and turn back to watch her movie like she did not just do anything. They continue watching the movie in silence, tension pregnant in the air. Asides the noise coming from the screen and that of munching on the edibles, no actual human sound could be heard.

Her phone vibrates but she ignores it. The second time it does, she turns it off and rolls her eyes. This time, she downs the remaining contents of her drink before going for another refill.

"You should answer that."

"It's nothing important. Let's focus on the movie." She shoves off, adjusting her body to lean against his.

"Seun." Her name involuntarily rolls out of his lips, a warning concealed in that monosyllabic utterance.

"Yeah?" She whispers, looking him in the eyes. That one stare, and Damola knows for a fact that he is gone.

"You don't play fair."

"What did I do?" She's leaning even closer right now.

"Nothing, and everything. You make me have thoughts I'm not supposed to be having." She chuckles but does not back off.

"Show me the thoughts." She pushes.

"I can't." His control is running on thin ice.

"Why?"

"Because I..." She bites her lips and hungrily stares at his. Her finger obstructs his utterance as she gently caresses his lips. He couldn't believe that a whole boss like him will be this Jello because of a single lip touch.

"Shhh...you love to shalaye too much." There's a certain sort of dominace her eyes hold that immediately shuts whatever response he was about to say. On her own part. Seun does not wait for any more words before inclining her face towards him to capture my mouth with hers, for a kiss. They both inhale in sync, one in disbelief at what's happening right now, the other damning the consequences. His conscience keeps fighting him because he knows this is not right, and she seems tipsy because the normal Seun will not be so bold.

While these thoughts nag through his conscience, the selfish part of him does not want to hold back. She pulls away and stares at him, anticipating the next move. Truth is, that little peck did a lot of wonders to his thoughts and now that he has a glimpse of how her beautiful lips feel against his, it is best to admit how much more he wants.

He gives in to his longings and nudges her closer. She exhales a sharp one as her chest come in contact with his. It comes off as a breathe across his face due to their close proximity. Their tongues continue to tangle and battle for dominance as if in a war, but this time a war of passion, longings and lust.

His hand move on their own accord, resting on her back and he carefully switch their positions. Now she lays beneath him as he ravishes her lips with his. They are softer and plumper than anything he has ever known. There's something chunky and addicting about it that fits into every single fantasy he has had about kissing her. In fact, it even exceeds his expectations. She's so good a kisser that it makes him a tad bit jealous.

On its own accord, his hand roams around her body and stops at her waist. Low moans escape her lips as he peppers kisses further to the sides of her neck. She cranes her neck backwards and sighs in content. There is something about this man that makes her lose her sense of reasoning and the home training mama took years to instill in her.

"Please don't stop." She moans out. Her voice is like music to his ears, edging him on to continue this one forbidden act. It does something to him down there. All these from just one kiss. How will every other thing feel with her?

Their session was cut short by another ring of her phone. Left to Seun, she would turn off her phone and prove the allegations Lance made against her right. Afterall, that was one of the things powering her boldness.

"Please pick that." Damola finally regains his senses. She sighs, rolls her eyes and nods. This damned person!

"What is it?" She barks into the phone.

"Are you fucking drunk right now?" Lance shoots back.

"No. What is it?"

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere that does not concern you." The fact that he just had to be a spoilsport is what is pissing her off right now. A baggage of a husband!

"If I don't see you in the next 30 minutes, you're done for." The call volume was not exactly low and as such, Damola could hear every bit of the conversation. There goes this coward again, threatening with violence. Why do some bastards derive pleasure in beating their wives? Heck, if he was the one married to Seun, he would worship the ground on which she walked. The woman is drop dead gorgeous and super intelligent too.

"You cannot do anything." Glad she's finally rebelling against him, regarding his violent approach. Does the man not like his life? Threatening again after the hell he put him through? Does he need a reminder of what that felt like? Damola was quick to shove it off as bluffing, even though he intends to double up on the men watching over her safety, since he obviously cannot openly step in. He fears she'll be pissed if she finds out he's doing that.

"I wonder where you sudden boldness is coming from, Seun." She scoffs and ends the call. She stays on the same spot for a while, head bent, her fingers playing with the edges of her phone.

"Come." I take her in my arms, gently stroking the back of her head.

"Breathe in and out. I'm here for you?" Another man's wife? My subconscious laughs at how delusional I am.

"I am just tired, Damola." She sighs. I want to tell her it is okay, or it will be, but deep down, I know it isn't. It will onlg be okay if she leaves him. But how do I tell her that without sounding selfish? How exactly does one take a horse to the river and force it to drink water?

The woman in my hand is such a strong woman and I am so pissed at the fact that this crazy situation is whag is being used to test her strength.

Seun swears not to go back. The anger and self loathe she feels gradually dissipate as he keeps comforting her. She does not know when she falls asleep because the next memory she feels is of herself being placed on a soft plush surface. Her eyes shoot open and her panic immediately resolves when she sees him.

"Please, don't leave me." She tugs on his arm and he sighs.

"Okay." For a very long time, this was the best sleep of her life.