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By Tonye Hamilton
Hi Guys, so sorry, I didn’t deliver on Friday as promised, which is why I’ve compensated with a super long episode…Enjoy!
It wasn’t just another spring break, it was my final one as a medical student. In a couple of weeks, I will be out of school and thrown into the work force (more like going to work with my father).
Farida, Chloe (my best buds from Uni) and I had decided to make this a spring break to remember by taking a trip to Marbella, Spain. Defying reasonable thinking, I managed to convince them to make it a road trip, more like a 6hr view of open space and greenery (the equivalent distance of London to Lagos if we were travelling by air).
It was gonna be a whole weekend of soaking in the sun, eating and dancing the night away, did I forget to mention meeting hot Spanish speaking men……….Thank God for the Andrea Iyamah swimwear pieces we got for 20% off during the last black Friday sale we were gonna look hot doing so.
We arrived our hotel after the ‘never ending ride’ as Farida liked to call it, as in true fashion she complained throughout the journey, and trust me and Chloe to keep rolling our eyes at her.
After taking our 3 hour power nap, I changed into my dinner/midnight swim outfit, and me and my girls were good and ready to scintillate our taste buds with ‘Spanish cuisine’….
One of the many perks of staying at the hotel was free breakfast and dinner, we decked out and proceeded to eat and sashay the night away……Farida went straight to scouting for hot Spanish men, while I ordered my favourite drink ‘ a mojito’ and took a quick run to the ladies. ………done doing the number 1, went to the sink to wash my hands and I see a hot cup of cocoa looking at me weird ( that description is an insult to him, he was more like a cross between Idris Elba and David Beckham with a dash of Tyson Beckford……..Now u have an idea).
“Sorry, you are in the men’s toilet”……Oh shoot!!!! He has a British accent!!!!
“Oh whao!!,….I’m so sorry” I said as I tried to get away as fast as my legs could carry me…NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s the last thing I remember till wake up to find myself in the hotel room.
“She’s waking up!! Hey Hun! You ok? How are you feeling? Is your leg okay? ” These were all the questions coming at me….”One at a time please” I say…”Shio!!!!! Who faints and wakes up with an attitude?” Farida retorts, Trust her and her verbal diarrhea.
“Haba calm down Farida, she is just waking up …..” With all the Nigerian slangs and lingo Chloe chips in every sentence you would think she was of Nigerian descent but I guess rolling with a villager like Farida(she mustn’t hear me say that) and a ‘butty-wannabe’ like me (we can all guess who came up with that) changes you.
“Ow!! That hurts…………”
“Why wouldn’t it???? After making a fool of yourself in front of that hunk of a man, he narrated how you slipped and hit your Yoruba behind on the floor, thank your stars he has strong arms too.”
“I will show you, keep running your mouth there…”
“Someone cannot play with you again??? I’m sorry…….god of sexiness said he would be here to see you at 5. Oh shoot! I have to get to my spa appointment” Farida says, before she dashes out of the room.
“More like your appointment with Ricardo!!” Chloe and I say together laughing….”Yeah, yeah…that man is way too fine for his own good, see you guys later.”
“How are you feeling now?” asks the ever sweet Chloe……”My butt still hurts and I hit my elbow against the sink, except for a few obvious bruises I think I’ll be ok………so much for a vacation……..Don’t you have your lab thing??”
“I think am going to cancel, I wouldn’t be ok leaving you here all by yourself…”
“Young Lady!! I am not crippled, its just my big behind, I’ll be fine…….you need to get this done remember, grad school wouldn’t pay for itself you need the scholarship.. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
“Ok, I will try to be ask fast as I can …..Take care…….”
The rustling of the wind and the sun setting is enough incentive to make me want to get on my feet, I don’t want to miss the view plus its a chance to be vain and take a selfie with the breathtaking backdrop. So I head out to catch the sunset…
“You should be resting you know…….” I turn back limping on one foot and it’s the sex hybrid again.
“Thanks, I heard you carried me all the way……hope you didn’t pull a muscle carrying all that weight.”
“I like my women thick….” he replies…”something to hold on to…..How are you feeling now??”
For some reason, the weather was cool but I could still feel the sweat tricking down the back of my tank dress…….maybe I should just take it off to reveal the sexy bikini underneath……that would just look too desperate…Tonye !!! calm down, the man is HOT!!! We know, but don’t embarrass yourself…..
Then he asks, “Can I take off my tee??? Its kinda warm in here……….” Ha! show off oshi!!! I guess it wasn’t his hotness making me hot after all.
“Sure…” I reply, my mouth starting to water at the sight of his bare chest…” but I don’t even know your name………” I say instead.
“Oh sorry, pardon my manners……….Allen, Tunde Allen”
“Tunde??? Yoruba???? Nigerian????? Sorry,sounds like am interrogating you..”
“Its ok, I get that from time to time. My dad is from Lagos and my mum is African American but I was born and bred in London.”
“Nice……..sounds very integrated.”
Integrated??? Seriously?? Integrated??? Tonye what the hell was that???? That was Farida’s response to me four hours, dinner and two bottles of wine later….as I recounted the whole experience to Farida and Chloe after we were all settled in and ready to go to bed.
“It doesn’t matter what I said, I guess he liked it because we are having dinner tomorrow and I am off to bed…….Nanyt loves…….. sleep tight.”
I kept looking at my watch all day and luckily for me it sped by fast.
I hadn’t thought I was going to get to go on any fancy date but thank God for the last minute stop at Zara to pick up this ‘sex in a dress’ as I like to call it…All covered up, but all you just want to do is have it ripped off from your body by a man like Tunde Allen……..
Dinner was amazing, I felt like time stopped and it was just two of us in the world…..the way he stroked my hand and looked in my eyes like he was looking into my soul…Coincidentally we went to the same secondary school and our paths never crossed( maybe cos he graduated 4 years before me).
The night was …..’Tonye don’t say it’…..Perfect!
After dinner, we strolled past by room and headed towards his……the excuse was to see his art collection??????????? Who brings an art collection to a hotel on vacation???? Like I said that’s the excuse we are going with *wink*wink*
Ten minutes later, he is supposed to be hugging me goodnight before I head to my room……the 10 second hug extends longer, next thing I know, he’s doing that looking into my eyes thing again………..he leans in for a kiss and I oblige him.Before I know it, our clothes are off, bodies are touching and there are scratches and sounds involved(that’s as far as I can go, before my mother sees this and this is the last thing you see me write before she buries me).
Lets just say the rest of the week was a blurr and I was in throughout… Christening the couch, the kitchen counter, the balcony, the bathroom sink, the shower, all the floors, suspended in the air, the cooker, the corridor (but that’s all gist for another day).
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“Hi Tunde……….”
“So good to see you Tonye, its been a minute……”
“Yeah…..can I help you???”
“Can we talk??????”
“About???? What do you want?”
“Yes WHAT DO YOU WANT?????” Farida echoes in the background……..
“Hello Farida…… Please Tonye, I just need one minute to explain.”
“You have 59 seconds left…..”
“I am sorry………”
“You hurt me, I don’t even want to hear what ever you have to say to me. Going on your knees wouldn’t change what you did to me…….Goodbye Tunde, Farida lets go…..”
“Tonye! Tonye!! Am sorry………”
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I am Tonye Oluwasegun Hamilton and my big city is Lagos………..
To be continued
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