The Morning After......

The sun shines brightly into the room through the drawn curtains.

Camille is awake reminiscing the previous night and regarding Michael happily. She really enjoyed herself with him, he was the first man she would meet that would actually put the myth that Nigerian men were not good in bed to shame. Sure, she has had her own share of trysts and one night stands, but Michael really takes the icing. She smiles to herself considering waking him up from his deep slumber for maybe another roll in the hay before leaving when his phone rings.

Michael rolls to his side lazily, opening his eyes slowly trying to figure out where he was. He remembers the previous night, with a smile plastered on his face. He sits on the bed and seeing Camille awake, he tickles her sides in the form of greeting.

"Good morning Camille. Trust you slept well."

Giggling from his tickling, she replies.

"Morning to you too Michael. I slept well, thanks for asking. Won't you pick your call?"

He groans to himself

"I will if the caller calls a second time. I hate having my sleep interrupted, it leads to hangovers."

He holds his heads in his hands.

"Sorry about that. I would have woken you up even if your phone had not rung, I plan to leave soon."

"Really? It's Saturday. Do you have anywhere to be early? I wouldn't have minded you waking me up. You were in charge when we started last night,

it's my turn to get even."

He draws her closer to him.

"You men and your big egos."

She bats her eyelids at him.

"I don't mind us getting even though, as long as you are up for the challenge. I don't have anywhere to be for the next couple of hours."

"There's something you have to know about me, Camille. I never resist a challenge."

He leans close to her for a kiss when his phone rings again.

"Oh, lord!"

He groans.

"This caller really has bad timing, gmme a minute, please. Let me see what the person wants."

She nods her assent as he reaches for his phone on the table.

"It's a strange number. I wonder who it is."

He answers the call and presses the phone to his ear.

"Hello, who is this?"

He listens attentively for a while before shouting at the person on the other end of the call.

"Listen to me, my father is the senator, not me. I am tired of all these calls. If you badly want an interview with a member of the Akinseloyin family, call my father and stop harassing me with your incessant calls."

He angrily drops the call and flings his phone away.

Camille jerks in shock beside him.

"What's wrong? You scared me with the way you threw your phone away."

"I am sorry, please. The asshole just got me angry. It's getting too much."

"It's okay. You can talk to me if you want, it helps to talk. Talking is a great therapy for the mind."

He swallows hard and smiles.

"It's not that much of a big deal. It's just these half baked reporters keep calling me all the time to grant them an interview. It's my father that's the senator, not me. The last time I granted an interview, they twisted my words and made me look bad. It's bad enough that people already see me as the black sheep of the family, I can't have some dimwit reporter ruining my reputation with the public. If all they wanted was sincerely an interview with a member of the Akinseloyin family, they could have called my dad. I doubt he would even grant them, they are just nuisances. You know the thing with....."

He pauses and regards Camille who seems to have stopped listening and is thinking of something else.

"What's wrong? You are not even listening to me anymore."

She shakes her head looking at him intently.

"Sorry, please. It's just that something you said clicked in my memory right now."

"What's that?"

He asks with a puzzled expression on his face.

"You said your father is a senator."

"Yeah, senator Akinseloyin. What's the matter? Is it because I didn't tell you last night? I must have forgotten to mention that. I didn't really think it mattered, there was a time that meant much to me, but not anymore."

"Oh crap! I knew it."

"Knew what? You are making me look stupid right now."

She points a finger at him accusingly.

"You are Michael Akinseloyin, the son of senator Akinseloyin. You are the pompous jerk that came to my restaurant one morning, and acted like you owned the world."

"Your restaurant? What restaurant? Do you own a restaurant? I thought you said you just finished medical school."

He asks in confusion.

"How can you not remember? I own a restaurant and I am a doctor. Anything wrong with that?"

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with that, I just didn't know. What are you accusing me of not remembering? What's with the change in behavior? Did I say something wrong?"

"You came into my restaurant one morning and started shouting that we were delaying people in the queue. Even accused us of not being hygienic. You were so rude and arrogant, threatening me before storming out. How can you claim not to remember?"

Recognition flickers in his eyes all of a sudden and he looks her all over as if seeing her for the first time.

"Wait! It's you?"

He poses the question in surprise.

"You call me rude and arrogant, I don't remember you being polite either. Besides, everything I said that day was the truth. You have absolutely no regards for people's time, you were just too slack and the rest of your staff were acting like dunces. I mean how can you leave people's food uncovered on the counter? Who does that?"

"You must be stupid. Look at you talking with no remorse whatsoever. An apology would have been the best course of action, yet you are still talking like you were right. What nonsense!"

"Did you just call me stupid?"

"Yes, I did."

She pouts angrily at him already getting off the bed to pick pieces of her clothing strewn all over the floor.

"I wonder what possessed me last night to go to bed with you. I should have known it was you."

"You are the stupid one, irredeemably so. What girl goes to bed with a man she doesn't know?"

He retorts angrily.

She pauses in the middle of gathering her clothes, standing akimbo.

"Are you implying that I have loose morals. Cause if you are, it's you that has questionable morals. What sort of man also jumps into bed with a woman he just met? To think I thought you were sweet. I certainly had too much to drink for my brain to get so fogged. You couldn't even wait to lure me into your bed. You are such an ass wipe."

She begins to get dressed.

"Excuse me, lady. I lured you into my bed? Who was the one that kept pushing herself onto me? I know why you are so angry. Do you think I won't pay you? Of course, I would, all you need to do is name your price. You can't be more expensive than the other girls in your league."

He takes his wallet out of the pocket of his trousers on the floor.

"So, how much?"

He asks smirking.

Now dressed in her pants and her bra, her eyes turn an angry shade of grey.

"Fuck you for trying to twist this into an issue about money. I am not a prostitute and I definitely didn't sleep with you for money."

"Fuck me? As I recall my dear, you did that last night. Pretty well in fact that I am willing to pay you more than I usually pay. In fact, if we are being honest with each other right now, admit it, you slept with me cause you knew exactly who I was. Stop pretending you didn't recognize me before spreading your tiny legs wide open for me."

"How dare you? I could slap you right now and wipe that stupid smirk off your face."

She takes an uncertain step towards him.

"You could but I won't if I were you. I would hate to have to call security to throw you out half-naked. I have had enough fun with the tabloids this year."

She steps back and calmly continues dressing ignoring him completely. Once done, she picks up her purse from the table and turns to face him.

"If I never see you in my life again, I would die a happy woman. I curse the fates that made me come across you. You bastard!"

He laughs and cackles out loud.

"My parents would disagree with me being called a bastard. After all, I look too much like my father. Stop pretending like you are hurt. Daughter of an elder indeed! Name your price and get your slutty ass out of my face."

"Your karma is coming soon. I hope you get what you deserve."

She responds and storms out of the room banging the door after her.

He bursts out in laughter holding his sides.

"I wonder what she's so angry about. We had a nice time together, didn't we? Pity, she had to leave me without a parting gift."

He checks the time on his phone and nods satisfactorily. He still has time left to resume his

sleep. He lies back on the bed to continue his sleep that was interrupted by the phone call immediately falling into a deep sleep involuntarily dreaming of Camille.