Bossy

I walked into the living room, exhausted from the events of the day. Mama was sitting on the couch, watching TV. "Mama, good afternoon," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

Mama looked up, concern etched on her face. "Sandra? You're back so soon? What happened?"

I sighed, feeling overwhelmed. 

"Mama, I don't know what happened or even how to explain it. I'll go and freshen up and make something for us to eat."

Mama nodded, her eyes still filled with concern. "Okay, dear. Take your time."

As I walked to my room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of annoyance. Why did James have to be so secretive? Why did he have to help me without telling me anything about himself?

I took a quick bath and put on a comfortable gown. As I was about to head to the kitchen, I heard the front door open and close. Mama's laughter echoed through the hallway, and I knew James had arrived.

"Sandra!" Mama shouted, but I didn't respond. I was too busy trying to calm my racing heart.

James walked into the kitchen, a sly smile on his face. "You don't want to see me?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized I was wearing a transparent gown. "I...I was just about to change," I stammered.

He gave a smirk and moved closer to me.

I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Nothing.I'm just tired."I tried my best to keep my voice calm

James's hands landed on my shoulders, his fingers kneading the tense muscles. I felt a spark of electricity run through my body, and I couldn't help but lean into his touch.

"You're not tired," James whispered, his lips grazing my ear. "You're just...distracted."

I turned to face him, my heart racing with anticipation. James's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity.

"What do you want, James?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

James's smile was slow and seductive. "I want to help you forget," he said.

I felt a rush of excitement at his words, my body responding to the promise in his eyes. James's hands slid around my waist, pulling me close.

"Let me help you forget," he whispered, his lips inches from mine.

I felt my resolve weakening, my body screaming for his touch. But just as James's lips were about to meet mine, I remembered Damola, and my heart skipped a beat.

I pushed James away, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

 "No," I said, my voice firm. "I don't want to forget."

James's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with desire. "That's alright ," he said, his voice low and menacing.

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me shaken and confused.

As we walked to the dining room, I couldn't help but feel annoyed at James's audacity. Who did he think he was, anyway?

We joined Mama at the table, and James began to serve us. I tried to make small talk, but my mind kept wandering back to Damola.

As we finished eating, James stood up and began to clear the table. "I'll help you with the dishes, Mama," he said, his eyes sparkling with kindness.

Mama smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, James. You're too kind."

As James and Mama began to wash the dishes, I excused myself and went to my room. I locked the door and began to dial Damola's number, my heart racing with anxiety.

The phone rang, but Damola didn't answer. I tried again, but it went straight to voicemail. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized Damola was avoiding me.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door. "Sandra, can I come in?" James asked, his voice low and gentle.

I wiped away my tears and opened the door. James walked in, a concerned expression on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes scanning my face.

I shook my head, trying to compose myself. "Nothing. I'm just tired."

James nodded, his eyes still filled with concern. "Okay. Well, I'll let you rest. But if you need anything, just call me."

As James walked out of the room, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.