ADAMS’ APPLE

Adams was his name.

Average height, well toned body structure (almost thick), chocolatey-dark, Half Deltan/half Crossriverean, slightly bow legged (I call it football leg).

That's how I like!

Adams - Warm, gentle, fun, caring, intelligent, has sense…

How I warmed up to Adam that I became so ‘hot’ for him, I don’t know. 

My heart betrayed me. 

It did a u-turn behind my back and fell for this guy. Little did I know, it wasn’t only my heart that was betraying me, my hormones were too.  They were raging like wild fire.

Maybe it’s because Adams is quite expressive.  I like an expressive calm/quiet guy.  Yeah, this is a very rare combo but hey, they do exist. 

You know , quiet like the boze in feem; calculative and intelligent, yet speaks when it’s necessary.  l like!

Adams does not hesitate to express his thoughts and feelings towards me. He was always on point.

He was systematic. He paced them catcher words, till he got me in his net. This fish was so  caught…

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How I found myself in Adam’s apartment that un-fateful day, I cannot explain.

Ok…

I was not drugged and kidnapped by Adams.  I walked in there with him – and with my own two legs. It was supposed to be a short visit. But one part of me knew something I didn’t want to admit. 

Adam’s apartment was like a hidden garden. It had everything an apartment should have. It was beautiful.

It’s an apartment a girl will like to intentionally forget her things every time she visits. It’s an apartment she would be dying to have her own set of keys to.

Adams politely asked me to sit, offered me a very cold drink from his cool refrigerator and proceeded to the room…

…To take a shower!

Then …

He came out of the room bare-chested and in very fit briefs that made me realize that Adam is endowed with a big apple.

‘It is action feem I came to watch ke, not live porn’.

I blushed and looked away.  He noticed and smiled to himself.

I didn’t know what to concentrate on. 

My drink won’t go down my oesophagus anymore. I picked my phone, fumbled with it a bit and then dropped it…

“You want more of that drink?” He asked, walking towards his refrigerator.  Now, revealing his ‘firm’ rear.  Adams has tight butts too.  I shook my head and placed my hands on my head. 'This is Gobe!' I thought.

Now I could hear a familiar voice in my head. It was that of a friend of Adams’, ‘snags’.  One time, when we were on an outing, snags (as we call him) had hissed into my ear, saying, “Adams is gentle, considerate and not selfish. Consider him”.

“I think I’m about to know what he meant”, I thought.

All of a sudden my phone rings, I’m glad it did. It was a ‘life saver’ kind of distraction.  I pick the call hastily, not even looking at the caller ID. Then I hear these words:

“Esther, where are you?”

‘God, is that you? Of course you wouldn’t want me to get down with Adams’, I thought.

The voice asks again:

“Esther, what’s up? Where are you?  Are you close by? There’s something I urgently need to discuss with you.” 

That was when I realized it was a mentor of mine.

“Err…what is it about Sir?” 

“Are you close by? Don’t be afraid, its business.” He busted out laughing.

“Yes Sir. Ok Sir. Will be there right away”. I replied, faking urgency and showing utmost respect.

I looked up at a concerned Adams. His johnny now pointing to me as if it had a mouth to say it wanted me to not obey the voice I had just heard over the phone.

“I need to run”. I said hurriedly. ‘That was my dad. He said to hurry.”

“Is he well? Is he alright?” Johnny asked…No…sorry… ‘Adams asked’ I meant to type.

“Yes he is”, I replied. Then I fake worry.  “Its urgent. He seriously needs talk to me.”

“O..k”, He responded slowly. Now looking dejected and disappointed.

“Hey, we were supposed to only watch a movie together nah. Why are you looking like you lost a million naira? Don’t worry, some other time”. I lied even as I walked towards the door.

I pulled the door handle, stepped out, gave a quick look and a quick “bye” and ran down the stairs breathing a thanksgiving prayer.

I left Adam’s garden panting fa.

Yeah, I had an image of the forbidden apple in my head for a while. But it did go away. It has to.

In as much as I craved for a slice, I didn’t take a bite.

I’m glad.

I can still wait. 

*This is a work of fiction. Please don’t ask me who Adams is.