I glanced at him and wore a faint smile. As I was about to turn my attention back to the bouncing Foluke, he cleared his throat: this to get my attention. The corners of my lips soon curved upward at his attitude, I shook my head then stared at him.
"Hello, beauty?" he extended his hand and smiled, demanding a handshake.
"Hi!" I chuckled and shook hands with him. He didn't let go, but held my hand in his, introducing himself as Nifemi. I nodded right and told him I was Kim.
"Wow! Kimberly, I believe?"
I raised my eyebrows to gesture he was right.
"You look very beautiful, I must say," he wore a broad smile that revealed his charming diastema.
Happy with the compliment, I cackled and thanked him. At that moment, he slowly let go of my hand and winked at me.
It was like a cold breeze blew on me as I bit my lower lip softly, with my heart racing faster.
I looked away, sat upright and pretended like I was staring back at Foluke's dancing steps. Oh! Attention had been divided already. I had a quick flashback of his approach. His voice...his voice was so sweet, his manner of approach was very welcoming; his looks...his looks got me thinking of a Football player I know, called Theo Walcott. His teddy was a well-trimmed one like the Nigerian musician's, Davido, his white eyes like a cute baby's, and his lower lip as pink as the lake hiller in Western Australia.
His handsomeness and his cool appearance suddenly got me going gaga, as I tried to take surreptitious glances at him. I wished he would ask me questions, so, I hear his voice again.
"Erm...Kimberly," he softly called,
"Yes?" I replied, thanking Mother nature for hearing my heart's prayer, before turning to him.
"Are you a good dancer?" he questioned.
"Of course, ah...yes, yes," I answered, even though I wasn't.
I gazed at the surrounding, noticing a few dancing already, apart from Susan and Alice, who had been dancing with Foluke.
"Are you sure?" He beamed. I nodded my head as he moved nearer to me. I hastily said another prayer that he requests for a dance with me.
Thankfully, it wasn't up to forty-four seconds when he said, "Care for a lap dance, beautiful Kim?"
My heart got seasoned with joy when I heard that. Happily, I smiled, rising to my feet.
He cupped my right arm with his, and walked me to the dance floor. As soon as we got there to dance, the D.J. switched the song to Wizkid's Slow Whine which featured Banky W.
He slowly had his arms around my waist and his cheek softly pressed against mine. I could feel his well-trimmed teddy brush softly on my cheek, as his warm breath sailed across my neck.
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Apata Victor
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Thanks, sir. Yes, it is an excerpt. I have taken note of that.