President Mo, do you sext?

His scent, strong and intoxicating, was enough to make her submit herslef to him at that moment. His lips barely an inch away from her looked plump, fresh and so sexy that Folawe began to imagine what they would feel like on her breasts. But just as his lips was about to land on hers, she felt a thud from the impact of her own body hitting the floor.

Waking from the deep slumber, she looked around the now dark room and realised she had been dreaming. Folawe wipes her face and could feel her own shame slowly crawling up on her. Day dreaming baout her handsome pretend boyfriend? She searched for her phone which she found behind her bed and checked for the time. It was already few minutes past nine. She would have to resort to having cereal for dinner then.

Folawe was about to place her phone down when she saw that she missed calls. One was from President Mo, the other three were fron Joy who later sent a message saying she had gone home for Christmas.

She quickly turned on her data and replied to Joys message.

Folawe: leaving your friend to go for food?

Immediately Joy responded.

Joy: Jesus Christ birthday is more important than anyone else. Have you seen the trending twitter posts about Jesus Christ? Sigh...ths country, we really play with eveything.

Folawe: Maybe I will check the status here. When did you leave?

Joy: in the evening. I left you to dream about your man. Sigh..Folawe say when will I also have a rich boyfriend like you?

Folawe: Dont go for rich men, they are troublesome. I had a dream that he kissed me. Joy, do you think I am slowly losing my composure?

Joy: Ehehehe...of course not. How can you not lose your composure when faced with a man that good looking? Do you two talk? What sort of dream? The kinky one? You dirty little slut. Why dont you ask him about sext?

Folawr: -_- I am not into stuff like that.

Joy released a sigh and left for her room seeing as her mom was trying to see who she was chatting with that made her smile so much.

Joy: I am not asking you to sext him. Just tease him and see his reaction.

Folawe didn't give her a response and immediately went to message Mo Ambrose. she had saved his name as President Mo (the sin) earlier today.

Folawe: good evening. I missed your call.

Preaident Mo (the sin): your heels size should be 38 right?

Folawe: yes. Was that what you wanted to ask?

President Mo (the sin): Yes. You just woke?

Folawe somewhat felt guilty especially since the man had caught her waking up late red handed.

Folawe: President Mo, do you sext?

She decided tto ignore his question and throw him off with Joy's suggestion. Waiting for his response, she soon saw him typing. Almost immediately, she saw his response.

President Mo( the sin): Sext?

Folawe began to bite her nails as she waited for what he would type next. Her stomach started to make weird sounds probably because she was hungry or because she was talking about things like this with him.

Mo Ambrose was again having dinner with his family and he who had always been one that was very strict with etiquette was now using his phone at the dining. His mom kicked Jaxon under the table, a sign that her foolish son should peek and see what his brother was texting. When Mo Ambrose saw the word 'sext' only one thing came to his mind.

Folawes brain was being fried again and so she is starting to misspell. Quickly, he corrected.

President Mo(the sin): The 't' is a typo?

Was she curious about his sex life? Why was she curious all of a sudden?

President Mo (the sin): The last time I had sex was six years ago, while I was studying at Oxford. I decided to remain celibate after I encountered some personal issues.

He had made sure to explain it in a way that wouldnt anger or make her overthink things. Afterall it might just a pretend relationship she was still his girlfriend. And as someone who was just coming of age and had barely stepped foot into the real world, he needed to be careful with the way he portrayed the 'sex' to her. He didnt want to be one who would ruin her innocent fantasies. So, to clear the air and avoid any future misunderstandings, he quickly adds:

Preaident Mo (the sin): I am not going to have sex with you. You are too little.

Satisfied, he placed the screen of his phone to the table so that his brother wouldn't peek at it and continued with his food.

"Hehee...Darling, who is it that is making you text at dinner?" His inquisitive, gossip natured mother couldn't hold her tongue for too long.

"My girlfriend." He stoically replied.

Mrs Mo giggled like a child and placed her fork beside her plate. "Ahh..I remember when I was dating your father too. There was nothing like all these apps during our time. Back then at Oxford, he would walk from his faculty just to gossip with me. At that time I thought he was just being friendly and wanst even considering him but he started to bring me food and I started to like him..."

Jaxon interrupted her sentence. "So it is safe to say dad bought you over with food?"

Mrs Mo kicked him under the table and her second son groaned. She was about to respond when MO Ambrose asked. "Do all girls like food?"

"I like food. I dont know about other girls but seventy percent of us like food. And the other thirty percent just dont like it because they are afraid they will gain weight."