The mouth that speaks!

He walked into the room with his shoulders raised high. He was dressed in a white tuxedo shirt which highlighted his broad chest. His shoes were black and shiny and they shone bright under his tailored pants. A smile was plastered on his chiseled face and heads turned as he walked by. His eyes sparkled in their sockets and they complemented his pointed nose. His hair was cut in a punk style, his face clean shaven; an evidence of proper grooming.

A group of three ladies stood to the left hand corner of the room chatting away. One of them noticed him from afar and flicked her weaves backwards causing it to fall in a carefree manner on her bare shoulders. She was wearing a red off-shoulder gown and her weaves danced round her. Another looked in his direction and winked at him as she puckered her lips towards him. She held his gaze for a few seconds before turning to her friends to continue their discussion. The third looked at him and smiled broadly, her eyes twinkling and inviting. She was holding a wine glass and she traced her fingers on the rim of the glass as she watched him walk up to them.

He sauntered towards them smiling. The three ladies smiled back; each one with a motive.

“Hi ladies.” He said to them.

Immediately, shock registered on the faces of the ladies and they backed away in unison. The previously heated atmosphere from raging hormones suddenly became doused with cold air from the standing air-conditioner in the room.

“Is there a problem?” He asked wondering why they stepped back from him.

“Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” One of the ladies said.

He watched her as she walked away in a hurry. He turns to look at the other two and is about to stretch his hand to introduce himself when he is interrupted by another.

“I need to make a call.” She said, leaving his hand hanging in the air. She walks away hitting the buttons on her phone.

“What’s wrong?” He asked the third lady.

She stepped back again and fiddled with her nose. “Nothing.” She replies with a dreadful look on her face. “But I need to catch up with someone.”

Mouth that speak
He shrugged. “Okay. I thought you ladies needed company.”

She smiled as she backed away. “Maybe next time. Thanks for the offer.”

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About Olubukola

Olubukola is a writer and blogger. She loves reading and imaginative writing. She has authored two romance stories namely “Second Chances” and “To Love and to Hold” which have been published on Okadabooks.com and on Amazon.com. Her author page on Amazon is http://www.amazon.com/author/olubukolaadekusibe/ Olubukola is the creative director of NDJs; a fashion label, whose mission is to create and provide classy yet simple pieces with African prints for the everyday woman regardless of the function she finds herself in. Asides writing, reading and fashion designing, Olubukola is also passionate about inspiring music, dance and arts. She currently works and lives with her family in Lagos, Nigeria.

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