I wasn’t even supposed to go out that night.

It was one of those Fridays when I just wanted to curl up and scroll aimlessly on my phone. But my best friend, Kemi, wouldn’t let me breathe.

“Abeg, wear something short and follow me. This life is one,” she said, dragging me off my bed.

And just like that, I found myself in a dimly lit club on the Island, music vibrating through the floor and people moving like they had no worries. I wore a black mini dress that clung to my body like second skin. It wasn’t my plan to turn heads, but the moment we walked in, I noticed him watching me from across the room.

Tall. Clean. That beard. That damn beard.

He looked like the kind of man who knew what he was doing, the type you shouldn’t trust but couldn’t stay away from.

He didn’t come to me immediately. He watched me dance first, sipping from a glass, then finally made his move when I stepped out to catch my breath.

“You came alone?” he asked, standing close enough for me to catch the scent of his cologne. Something musky and expensive.

“No,” I replied, turning to face him fully. “But I could be.”

He chuckled, deep and low. “I’m Malik.”

“Amara,” I said, letting the name sit in the space between us.

He didn’t waste time. “I know this is forward, but… you’re beautiful. I’ve been watching you since you came in.”

“Good watching or creepy watching?”

He smiled. “Let’s say… appreciative.”

We talked for a few more minutes, surface things. Where he worked, where I lived. But there was tension in the air, thick and teasing, like our bodies were having their own conversation beneath our words.

So when he offered to drop me off, I didn’t even blink.

His car was sleek, with a black leather interior, clean, and cool air. But it was the silence that filled the space between us that spoke the loudest.

We didn’t talk much as he drove. Our hands brushed against each other once, and the electricity from that simple touch was ridiculous. He parked just by the beach road, engine off, lights low.

“Do you want to kiss me, Malik?” I asked, breath catching in my throat.

He turned fully, eyes dark, voice husky. “I’ve been trying not to.”

That was all it took.

His lips met mine in a kiss that was soft at first, curious, slow, tasting. But it didn’t stay soft. His hands were suddenly on my waist, pulling me onto his lap, mouth hungry, tongue bold. My hands explored his chest, his shoulders, down to his belt…

Everything about him felt deliberate. The way he touched me, the way he whispered my name like it was something sacred. Our clothes didn’t come off entirely, just enough. He pushed up my dress, I pulled down his jeans, and before I could second-guess myself, we were both lost in it.

In the backseat.

Windows fogged.

His hands gripped my thighs as he moved inside me like he owned me.

And God, he moved like a man who knew exactly what a woman needed.

I moaned his name over and over, hips meeting his, bodies colliding in rhythm. Every stroke, every kiss, every gasp felt like a secret we were writing on each other’s skin.

It didn’t feel like just sex. It felt like an escape; like the world stopped for a few minutes just to let us feel alive.

And when it was over, and I lay there with my head against his chest, catching my breath, all I could do was laugh softly.

“What?” he asked.

“I was just thinking… I’m really glad Kemi dragged me out.”

He grinned. “So am I.”

Downtown
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