False Pretenses (Episode Ten). By Peju Amadi

Kite had to give it to these rich people; they indeed knew how to throw a party. They splurged and held nothing back, she was beginning to think it was a good thing she'd come here. She had plans to pack enough grilled fish and chicken for the girls. Drinks too, enough canned Smirnoff ice for Lucky, the girl drank the thing like pure water,Di tended toward malt and juice; she would pack enough of that as well since it all seemed to be overflowing here. That was the reason behind carrying the tote, it was very useful in instances like this one but it was now in Ise William's possession. If only she could get it from that damn guy but she hadn’t been able to come up with a plan on how to get it back.

The guy was forming tough as nails, she’d even begged and pleaded to at least have her phone in hand but he had refused, saying she might call someone to come pick her up. She hoped the girls weren’t worried; they liked her to check in with them to know she was alright. He was definitely not leaving the place without giving it back anyway, she would watch out for when he was leaving then follow. She would jump into his ride again if he refused to let her have it. He had no idea how resilient and annoying she could be.

At the moment, she was peacefully hibernating in a dark corner in the huge garden behind the main house where the party was being held. Kind of in hiding but
wasn’t ashamed of it, she hadn’t come here to mingle, she’d seen the stares she’d gotten when she’d arrived with the Williams guy but he’d instantly quelled whatever wrong ideas they’d had about them by announcing to the birthday guy that they weren’t together, they had a little unfinished business together, that’s why she was here but they were ‘absolutely not’ together. Kite had given the celebrant a polite smile and had headed off in the direction of the food and drinks. Steering clear of Williams so as not to give the impression of hanging on to him but her eyes had been on him since. He’d been talking to some hoity toity looking female, since they'd arrived at the place, she could see them quite clearly from where she was seated. Both of them looking well groomed and high class, she was sure the chick was boring as hell, who talked at a party anyway? They were supposed to be dancing. Kite wished she could dance, the music was getting to her but she was quite scared of showing her face too much, she wanted to keep a low profile, she wasn't in the mood to make small talk with any of these rich arrogant brats.

After all the stares she’d received when she'd stepped into the place with Williams, she knew if she came out of her hiding place, they would pounce, asking her a million and one questions which she would
have to lie to because if she told them who she really was, she'd be looked down upon. She was sure even now, one of the guys was probably gingering and gearing up to approach her, guys were so predictable, they couldn’t look the other way when an attractive lady was in the area. Kite knew she was a beautiful, confident and strong lady. Most of these people wouldn’t survive the things she'd gone through on the streets. To them, She was a nobody that had nothing to offer, so she didn't need them knowing her, it would only make them look down on her. She would rather play a fast one on them than date them.

She looked up from the fish she’d been attacking for a while now; some scantily clad chicks in bikinis were making a hell of a racket. She rolled her eyes at the attention seekers, probably hoping Williams over there would notice them. She couldn’t care less but she stared at their state of gross undress  wondering how they actually felt comfortable and confident in what they were wearing. It was a pool party and many of them were in really skimpy bikinis which were actually strips of cloth barely covering the essentials. Kite wondered if bikini fabric was scarce in the market that designers had to expose the female skin this way. It was okay to dress sexy but there was no way she was exposing herself for free like that. It was okay to hint, show a little cleavage, legs, but that was where she drew the line. She could do some see through outfit's but not a bikini as scan'ty as these girls wore. She was too generously endowed to be showing off her wares like that.

Anyway what was her business sef? She was here to eat and enjoy herself. She turned back to her meal when a sudden shadow hovered over her. Looking up, she saw it was a guy. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not at all surprised.

“Hi,” he smiled.

‘Hmmm’ not a bad smile, she thought as it transformed his looks. “Hi.” She replied back but without a smile, she didn’t want to encourage him. He wasn’t bad looking, he
did look quite good actually. He had a Tyson beckford look alike thingy going on but what did she care?

“You’re too pretty to be alone.” He said next and this got him a smile from her, she looked him over, taking in the way he stood watching her, exuding confidence, he was good at this and obviously really comfortable in his skin, a real charmer. This was the type your mama warned you about.

“I think I should say thank you to that.” She replied as her smile died.

“You’re welcome.” He replied “My name is Kenny, yours?”

She shrugged “Kite.” She replied folding her arms across her chest, trying to give him the signal that she wasn’t buying what he was selling and hoped he took note. He did, his eyes went down to her hands before travelling back to her face.

“Kite,” He said “would you like to dance?”
She raised a brow, she definitely wanted to, the dj had been killing her with nice jams and she’d been wishing she could dance for a while now but she wasn’t giving in easily.

“Do I look like I want to dance?” She asked back.

“Actually you do, been watching you and with the way your feet has been tapping to the music I can tell you want to.”

She didn’t like this guy, he seemed to know too much. He gave her the feeling that he could see every move you made even before you made it. He was smart, too smart, this one would smile with you while he was killing you and you wouldn’t even know it. Just like Izu, she hated thinking about her exboyfriend, the memory of him hurt like hell. She pushed it aside focusing on this guy instead. She should tell him to buzz off but she’d never been known to shy away from a challenge, she wanted to
show him she could take him. He wanted a dance, he would get a dance alright!

*********

Ise was supposed to be enjoying his conversation with this chick Ola had hooked him up with but he constantly found his gaze being drawn to the corner where that Kitty girl was sitting. His mind constantly wondering what she was up to sitting by herself in that dark corner. He really hoped she wasn’t up to some new scheme? If any of his friends here got robbed or swindled it would be his fault for bringing her here.

"Hello?" Fiola, the girl he was supposed to be talking with called waving a hand in his face. He’d been staring at the Kitty girl again.

"Yeah?" He turned to her. "Were you saying something?"

Gosh, he hadn’t heard a word she’d just said, it wasn't that she wasn't interesting but he had to keep an eye on that kitty chic before she caused any more trouble. Prior to entering Ola's house, he'd warned her not to get up to any schemes with anyone or this time he wouldn't hesitate to have her arrested. He really did hope she took his threat seriously because he'd meant it.

"I was talking about my hols at the Bahamas." She repeated.

"Oh sorry, my mind wandered."

" Am I boring you?" She asked.

Boring? The Chick had worked in top fashion houses in New York; she was  presently the African regional contributing editor for Vogue magazine and her fashion line was taking off really soon. She was anything but boring, she looked really good too. Ebony complexioned, tall and slim, maybe wavering on being too thin but he guessed that was what was ‘chic’ at the moment. Although he preferred a girl with some curves, not exactly straight but she wasn’t bad at all, dressed to the hilt like the true New Yorker she was and that accent. The girl was hot, any guy would be happy to be in his shoes, so why did he still keep staring at that other damn girl.

"On the contrary, I think I'm the boring one." He said and she laughed. Girls liked it when a guy made fun of himself. "Seriously, some ladies would have dozed by now."

"You're not that bad, a little absent mind yeah, but you're Ise Williams, you can get away with it. Do you know the lady you keep staring at?”

So, she’d nouced. He shrugged. “Sort of, she’s a real pain in the ‘you know where’. She tends to be unpredictable and I brought her here, so I’m kind of responsible for her.”

Her eyes widened “Oh? You’re with her?”

“Not at all.” How would he explain this? “Let’s just leave her out of our conversation, shall we? And do fun things instead, we’re at a party afterall”

She smiled “ Fun stuff like?”

“Dance?” He asked.

Her smile could have lit up the whole Life camp district “Sure.”
******

Frustration was the only word that could best describe what Kehinde felt watching this hot beauty dance. She had such a wonderful body and knew how to work it well to the slow rhythm of Miguel’s ‘how many drinks.’ It was like an invitation to get in her pants. They called him a womanizer but how could a guy help himself when a girl danced like this? This was serious temptation. The girl was fine and he’d gathered from Olamide that she and Ise had nothing going on, not that he cared. For some unfathomable reason he found himself being attracted to the girls Ise was interested in. Isabelle, or Izyluv as Ise had liked to call her, was a wonderful beauty but she’d messed up, all thanks to
him. Ise had no idea how to take care of his women.

Where Kenny was a womanizer, Ise was a chronic workaholic always putting work first before his woman. Kenny was the opposite, he knew when to work and when to pursue the opposite sex, which was almost all the time. Ise might be a genius but he could learn a thing or two from him concerning women.

Take this perfectly formed chick for example, creamy skinned, slender but well endowed in the right places and in the rightful proportions. Ise had arrived the party with her but had abandoned her and left her alone for whatever reasons best known to himself. What sane guy did that? Kenny had abandoned the other Fiola girl instantly and had began formulating plans for this one besides that Fiola had eyes for only Ise, all she’d been able to talk about was how much she’d heard about him and how fascinating he was. It had irritated Kenny and he’d been glad to have found some other eye candy even hotter than she was. She might be from New York but she had nothing on this girl dancing with him when it came to beauty and of course dancing.

Ise and Fiola were also dancing, slowly swaying to the music, nothing interesting, not like what this babe was doing here. Kenny had caught Ise’s eyes more than once watching as her hips swayed from side to side.

‘That’s right, Ise’ Kenny thought ‘watch as she leaves with me tonight.’

To prove he owned the goods in front of him, he moved closer to her, she was backing him and didn’t see him. Placing his hands on her waist, moving them down slowly, sensually to cup her behind and pulling her to the crotch of his pants, letting her feel the mayhem she causing down there. She pulled away from him instantly, turning to face him, her eyes questioning. She was still dancing but the question was clear, ‘what's that about?’

“Let’s stop wasting each other’s time and leave, my place.” He spelt it out to her.

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