After the call dropped, Mezino struggled with himself, but his dad’s disapproving gaze upon his return home made him crave a night out. Seeking a fresh escape, Mezino rummaged through his wardrobe for the perfect outfit for the high-profile party.
He desired something classy, yet modest; masculine, yet feminine enough to showcase his self-acceptance at least for the night. Amidst his search, Mezino stumbled upon a Prada box containing a stunning white shirt and trousers. The fitted, high-waisted trousers had open-ended bottoms, sweeping the floor with each step, even in heels.
For underwear, Mezino chose only a jockstrap and no singlets, leaving his buttocks and nipples subtly exposed. His shoe choice was a sleek pair of sneakers with slight heels, accentuating his tall, attractive figure.
With only thirty minutes to spare, Mezino hastily showered, oiled his skin, and styled his recently relaxed curls. He packed his hair into a neat bun, leaving two strands framing his face. After applying powder and his pink Mac lip-gloss, Mezino slipped into his outfit.
The cashmere trousers hugged his well-defined physique, and the shirt accentuated his features. Mezino added clip earrings, a silver clutch wallet, and his matching neckpiece, bracelet, and wristwatch. Admiring himself in the mirror, Mezino was taken aback by his stunning reflection.
In that moment, memories flooded back – this was the look he had planned for the day Femi was supposed to propose, a day that never came.
As Mezino’s thoughts drifted to Femi, his phone rang, snapping him back to reality. It was Lawrence, and Mezino quickly instructed him to wait outside, away from the compound, to avoid alerting his father.
As Mezino slipped out through the back door, his mother caught his eye and offered a subtle smile. “Be careful and wise,” she whispered.
Inside the Range Rover Sport, Lawrence whistled at Mezino’s stunning appearance, and Fred, Lawrence’s new catch, seemed equally captivated. Mezino sensed the tension and suggested they leave before it got too late.
The drive to the party was quiet, with only the music and Fred’s intermittent compliments breaking the silence. Mezino deflected the attention by praising Lawrence’s appearance, but Lawrence remained unresponsive.
As they approached the party venue, Mezino spotted a tall, handsome young man standing by the gate, dressed in white and carrying a box. Fred introduced him as Valentine, or Vally, his assistant DJ.
Vally was visibly smitten with Mezino, and his bold comment made the atmosphere even more uncomfortable. “If I wasn’t straight, I’d definitely hit on someone like you,” Vally said, leaving Mezino feeling uneasy.
Upon arrival, Mezino, Lawrence, and their hosts, Fred and Vally, were greeted with kebab and fruit juice. As they prepared for the night, Vally’s flirtatious behavior towards Mezino didn’t go unnoticed, and Lawrence who had also taken a liking to Valentine displeasure grew.
As the evening breeze blew Mezino’s hair onto his lips, Vally rushed to his side, gently removing the strands and smiling. This gesture only infuriated Lawrence further.
Once the DJ booth was set, Vally invited Mezino and Lawrence inside. As they entered, Vally’s smile towards Lawrence sparked more tension. Mezino lost his balance, but Vally quickly caught him, earning a polite “thank you” from Mezino.
Before entering, Vally suggested a photo op on the red carpet. Just as they finished, Fred stormed out, reprimanding Vally for frolicking instead of working. Mezino apologized and attempted to rush off when he collided with a stranger.
The stranger, Shola, greeted Mezino with a warm smile and concern for his well-being. “Take it easy, buddy. The night is just starting. You don’t want to get injured before it gets exciting, now do you?” Mezino smiled, introducing himself, and Shola shook his hand, remarking, “Nice to meet you, Mezino. It’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful boy.”
As Vally called out to Mezino, Shola bid him farewell, and Mezino politely excused himself. Shola turned to her P.A. and whispered, “What an interesting boy.”
To Be Continued.
By Bmax.