Blindfolds

19

Yomi strolled casually into the pool area. He knew he had just missed the sugary, heavy perfume laded miss's speech; he had heard her talk all the way his walk to the pool, and when he had arrived the pool, her speech had ended as she was being awarded cheers and hoots from her colleagues.

The day was supposed to be wonderful; enjoy some time alone with Dinma in a fancy resort, but the call from work came, he had lost his potential huge investors to his competition Manuel Akinwale, so it was required of him at work the next day. So in his resolve, he was going to enjoy the evening with Dinma and forget all about work.

He spotted her in a midst of people he would term her friends. She was dancing against a man like she was in her own world, and his fist clenched at the sight. She took a sip from her champagne flute and swayed her hips graciously with the music that now boomed the speakers. Temi was in a corner, shoving her face against a young man's, oblivious to what was happening with her friend. Then a man who he couldn't recognize, not like he could recognize anyone there,  walked up to Dinma, and he saw her features still. He said something to her and in reflex she flung her wine at his face, and this earned her stares from people around. The man wiped his face and said something again, this time Dinma made to hit him, but he grasped her by the wrist. The man that she had been dancing on, stepped away from her unnoticed. This made Yomi grit his teeth in annoyance. 

His feet moved in promptness to where she was.

“Get your filthy hands off my girl.” He said through clenched teeth and instinctively wrapped a hand around her waist.

The man let go of her hand, giving Yomi a questioning look.

“Hey baby.” He kissed the side of her head.

She let out a sigh, her anger slowly dissipating, and she leaned into his bosom. He realized that she reeked of alcohol.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asked in what Yomi would deem his most authoritative voice to probably scare him, but Yomi found this laughable.

“He's...Yomi.” She slurred. “Mike meet my...my boyfriend.” She giggled at this.

Mike cocked a brow, “Your boyfriend?” Then he eyed him with an assertive stare, and he asked. “You share your girls? Because I didn't think Dee was a whore.”

Yomi knew he was referring to her dancing on a very different guy some minutes ago.

“What... do ..you mean by that?” She charged angrily at him but was held back by Yomi's firm grip on her waist.

“He's not worth it.” He spoke quietly to her.

“Yeah, Dee. Listen to your boy toy. You shouldn't be whoring around.”

Yomi pushed forward and grabbed him by the neck.
At this point, a little crowd had gathered. Each interested to get hold of a first hand gossip, not necessarily to separate a fight. Some already had their phones up chanting a 'Fight! Fight!!'. Seeing this, Yomi knew that for the sake of the petite woman holding onto him, he had to turn down the fight. He released his hold on Mike's neck against his will, for he was determined to smash the guy's nose, leaving him to fall to the ground, spluttering and rubbing his neck.

“This should be the last time you disrespect her. I don't even want to hear you say her name or even think about saying it. The next time you come this close...” He gestured to the distance between them. “To her, you'll be dead.  It was nice meeting you.” Yomi said.

Mike replied with a grunt and stood, dusting himself as he did. And with a defeated sigh, he walked out of the scene. Yomi allowed his eyes follow him until he was out of his sight, then he focused on the female by his bosom.