KELVIN
I couldn't stop replaying what had happened between Sonia and I.
The way she'd looked at me.
The way she'd shut me down.
The way she slammed that door right in my face.
Yeah… I won't lie — that one bruised my ego.
I've tried, seriously tried, to let her go. But every single time I think I'm done, something — some stubborn force — keeps dragging my thoughts right back to her.
What is it about that woman?
She's not the first woman I've been with. And realistically, she won't be the last. So why does moving on suddenly feel… complicated?
Don't get me wrong — I know my reputation. I'm not exactly a saint. I manage two of the hottest clubs in Lagos; temptation literally clocks in and out with me every night. Women? I see them daily. If I want one, it's rarely a struggle.
Most of them come and go. No stress. No strings.
But Sonia?
What exactly did that girl put in my tea?
I groaned softly and rolled from one side of the bed to the other, checking my phone for the hundredth time.
Nothing.
No message. No missed call. No attitude-filled text.
I exhaled sharply and pushed myself off the bed. No point sitting here looking pathetic.
I walked into the living room, already reaching for my stash. If my head wanted peace, smoke usually did the trick.
Truth be told, I love my life. I love my space. I've worked hard to build comfort around me, and I enjoy every bit of it.
Working with Quilox — one of the biggest clubs in Lagos — has opened serious doors for me. I've met top artists, big-time celebrities, heavy spenders… the whole elite nightlife circle. The exposure alone has sharpened my confidence and my hustle.
I can't even lie — I'm blessed.
My eyes drifted to the wall clock.
5:00 p.m.
A slow smile tugged at my lips.
Yeah… I needed to feel alive tonight. Needed noise. Distraction. Soft bodies and zero overthinking.
And honestly?
Nothing resets the mood faster than good company.
I grabbed the remote, dropped onto the couch, and flipped the TV to Netflix.
Ladies love this setup — low lights, soft screen glow, chilled atmosphere. My ladies especially know the assignment when they walk into this kind of vibe.
Tonight wasn't about feelings.
Tonight was strictly vibes.
I reached for my phone, already thinking of calling Tolu — my trusted plug for premium company — when the screen lit up first.
Tolu calling.
I chuckled. Speak of the devil.
"Hey, man. What's good?" I answered.
"My boss, I hail o," Tolu's familiar voice came through in smooth pidgin. "I say make I check on you. You need that package tonight, abi?"
I leaned back, grinning.
"Guy, you read my mind. I was just about to call you. Arrange some girls for me — you know my spec."
He laughed knowingly. "Say no more. How many we dey run tonight, my boss?"
"Just two," I said casually. "But make sure they're thick. No compromise."
"Sharp sharp," Tolu replied. "I go package them well. Give me small time."
"Make them come correct o," I added with a low chuckle. "I'm already in the mood."
"You know I no dey disappoint," he said confidently before the line clicked dead.
I tossed the phone aside with a satisfied nod.
Tolu and I go way back. I can't even remember exactly how we met, but from day one, the vibe was solid. The guy is sharp, calculated, and extremely connected. If hustle were a person, it would probably look like Tolu.
One day, that boy might just own his own club — I can see it already.
Right now, though? He's my right-hand man when it comes to… special arrangements.
Where exactly he finds these high-class ladies from? Honestly, I've never asked. And truthfully?
I don't need to know.
As long as the quality matches the request, everybody's happy.
The evening air slipped gently through my half-open window, stirring the thin curtains in slow, lazy waves. I settled deeper into my favorite couch, one arm stretched across the backrest while the other held my rolled smoke between two fingers.
The chandelier above cast a soft, moody glow across the room.
I took a slow drag… held it… then exhaled upward, watching the smoke curl and disappear into the ceiling.
My phone buzzed again.
They will be there soon.
A crooked smile spread across my face.
Right on time.
I tapped the ash into the tray and leaned back, stretching my legs out in anticipation. A restless energy hummed under my skin — different from the calm the smoke usually gave me.
Tonight wasn't about deep thoughts.
Just one of those late, reckless, selfish nights where tomorrow could mind its business.
A few minutes later—
Ding-dong.
The doorbell.
I crushed the remaining stub into the ashtray and stood, brushing invisible lint off my jeans before heading to the door.
The moment I pulled it open…
Yeah.
Tolu did not disappoint.
Two stunning women stood there, curves in all the right places, both wearing slow, knowing smiles.
My brows lifted slightly in approval.
One of them tilted her head playfully. "You must be Kelvin?"
I stepped aside smoothly.
"Guilty as charged," I said with an easy grin. "Come in, ladies."
They walked past me, and I won't even pretend — my eyes followed the movement of their hips automatically.
Damn.
As they settled into the living room, I leaned casually against the arm of the couch.
"You're both welcome," I said smoothly. "Relax, feel at home. Tonight is soft life only."
One of them crossed her legs slowly, her voice dropping into a flirty purr.
"Yes, daddy… we like the sound of that."
I felt a slow heat spread through my chest at the tone of her voice.
Oh yeah.
Tonight was definitely about to get interesting.
I poured two glasses of wine and handed them over, my smile turning just a little more dangerous.
"So…" I said smoothly, eyes moving between them, "tell me your names before we get properly acquainted."
The night was just getting started.