Temptation Alley (Part 7)

I already told Dammy about my girlfriend just to kind of mark the territory and with the hope that she would back off. She stopped by at my desk one Wednesday afternoon and asked if we could do lunch together…I was hungry so I went with her. She kept talking about how she never found another man as interesting as me and how I still had a piece of her heart. How seeing me again brought back memories…I reminded her that I had a girlfriend that I really liked. Dammy said she didn’t want me to leave my girlfriend and she wasn’t even planning to date me because she also had a boyfriend…she just wanted to seize the moment and feed her wild side. She said I was her first and her best and would do anything to feel like I used to make her feel, back when we were in the University.

I was confused, I told Dammy that I had to leave…she said it was okay and that she was ready anytime I purged myself of the needless sanctimony. I will not lie to you; Dammy was pretty back when I first met her but at this time she had taken it up a notch…she was smoking hot.
Every guy in my office wanted her, my immediate boss was using permanent employment as a bait to get her but she had a way of saying no without offending them. I noticed she was one of the main topics anytime the guys were together…they wanted to know how I knew her and I just said her brother and I were roommates back in school.

I did my best to avoid Dammy…I didn’t know what else to do. She knew I was in a relationship and didn’t care. She was offering me something that other guys were begging and willing to give an arm and a leg for…but I just couldn’t, I couldn’t bear to do that to Irene.

My company had this annual Christmas party, it usually fell on the Friday before Christmas but I had never bothered to attend before that year. For the first time ever, it sounded interesting because they were hosting it at a high brow hotel on the Island and I also wanted Irene to come with me. It was an all-night affair and they even got rooms for people that were Managers and higher. My boss couldn’t make it because he had a family engagement out of town, so he gave me his hotel room…I was really looking forward to going with my girl and flaunting her before my colleagues.

Two days before the party, Irene got a call and had to travel home…she said she was sorry for missing the party because she knew I had been looking forward to it. I dropped her off at the ‘Motor Park’ because she wasn’t comfortable driving the Lagos-Ibadan expressway. I had offered to drive her down but she insisted that she would rather take public transportation…as a consensus, I said she had to take a car and not a bus, she agreed.
Irene could sense that I didn’t want her to go…at a point, the driver started honking because I wouldn’t let go of her right hand. She hugged me, and gave me a peck…I remember her parting words “Be good”.

I missed my girl so much and I almost didn’t attend the Christmas Party…I had told some guys at work that I might not be coming but they were able to convince me otherwise; besides, Irene had also encouraged me, when I called her that morning, to go and have fun

I got to the party and everything was going great…I was having fun and had taken some liquor. I was showing my skills on the dance floor and having a good time when someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Dammy; I didn’t know she was coming to the party.
“Hello stranger” she said as she joined me on the dance floor... before I could say I didn’t want to dance, she already wrapped her arms around me.

We danced on as she started to ask me different questions…kinda like the ones I asked her, the night her brother traveled, back in the University. She was being utterly provocative and deliberately overly flirtatious. The things she was doing to me while pretending to dance with me could only be possible because the lights were dimmed on the dance floor. I couldn’t stand it…I had been celibate since I met Irene. I knew there was no way I could escape this if I stayed any longer.
I told her I had to step outside for some fresh air…she let me

PART 6                                                                                       PART 8

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