As Mezino walked away with Vally, Shola couldn’t help but smile at his endearing innocence. She shared her observation with her PA, who countered, “Most quiet people are far from innocent. Remember Titi when you first met her?”
Shola’s curiosity was piqued. “What does Titi have to do with Mezino?” she asked, reminding her PA that Mezino was male and, therefore, not a person of interest for her as a lesbian. The duo burst into laughter and proceeded inside the hall.
Inside, Vally and Mezino engaged in a lively conversation about their preferences, career paths, and life choices. Mezino remarked, “I doubt you’ve faced many difficulties, Vally. You’re charming, straight, and must enjoy favors from females and… Some desperate males.” Vally turned to Mezino, his eyes locking onto his. “Mezi, desperate males? Are you saying I’m only worth the desperate folks?” Mezino was taken aback, wondering if Vally was seeking male attention or expecting Mezino to make a move.
Mezino chuckled inwardly and played it cool. “I meant desperate because people should respect others’ sexual orientation and not try to use favors to get into their pants.” Vally smiled mischievously. “Favors can lead to exceptions, you know.”
Mezino’s stomach fluttered and he frowned slightly. Vally quickly clarified, “Just joking, Mezi. Someone like you wouldn’t need favors to… access me.” They both laughed hysterically. Lawrence grew irritated, sighing audibly. Sensing the tension, Vally and Mezino stopped laughing and exchanged subtle smiles. Vally soon took over the DJ booth from Fred, and his smooth transitions quickly packed the dance floor. Mezino danced near the booth, his sleek moves drawing attention from the crowd. Noticing Mezino’s popularity, Vally amplified the energy by playing Bayanni’s hit song “Forwhere.”
Mezino’s waist twisted effortlessly, captivating the surrounding studs. They approached him to dance, and Mezino worked his magic, mesmerizing them with his fluid movements.
As Mezino danced, a bottle of Azul was sent to his table. He caught Shola snapping her fingers in approval, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Here’s the revised chapter:
Mezino sat down, hoping to catch his breath and indulge in the alcohol he had been gifted. He poured drinks into three cups, serving Lawrence first, but Lawrence declined, saying he wasn’t drinking. Mezino then offered the cup to Vally, who accepted and drank happily. He poured another cup for Fred before serving himself and resuming his slow movements on the dance floor.
At that moment, Lawrence got up to welcome someone. Mezino’s eyes widened as he realized it was his ex, Femi. Mezino looked away, gulped his drink, and poured himself another. Lawrence and Femi sat down not far from Mezino, who tried to ignore them. However, Lawrence began dancing suggestively against Femi, rubbing his rear end against Femi’s genitals so hard that his erection became visible.
Mezino turned away, pain and anger welling up inside him. He couldn’t believe Lawrence would do this, clearly to hurt him. The break-up hurt him all over again. Mezino gulped his drink, feeling hot tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He headed for the convenience, followed by Fred calling out his name.
Mezino entered the men’s toilet, and seeing it was empty, burst into tears. He couldn’t believe his own friend would do such a thing. The door flew open, and Fred hurried in, trying to console Mezino. He called Femi an asshole and cursed Lawrence for his actions. Fred promised to deal with Lawrence when they got home for disrespecting him.
Mezino sobbed uncontrollably, burying his face in Fred’s chest and wetting his polo with tears. Fred raised Mezino’s face, trying to kiss him, but Mezino backed away. He couldn’t understand why Fred would try to kiss him at that moment. Fred, not having it, caught Mezino again and pulled him close, still trying to kiss him. This time, he applied pressure, but Mezino used all his force to push him away, making Fred stumble and almost fall.
Fred’s face twisted in anger, and he slapped Mezino, holding him tight as he tried to force himself on him. “You’re a cheap, broke ass with a pretty, deceptive face,” Fred spat. “You want me, but you’re pretending otherwise.” Mezino screamed to be let go, but his cries were drowned out by the loud music.
Meanwhile, back in the hall, Vally had noticed Mezino’s absence and was looking out for him. He put the music on auto-play and headed for the convenience, just as the girl who had served Mezino earlier told him Mezino had gone there looking upset. Vally brushed past Shola, who was heading to the ladies’ room to clean off the wine spilled on her by a desperate fan.
Vally apologized to Shola and headed for the men’s toilet, calling out Mezino’s name. Shola looked up, and her PA gave her a questioning glance. Vally stormed into the bathroom, hearing Mezino’s cries. He saw Fred pinning Mezino against the wall, rubbing against him. Instinctively, Vally punched Fred in the jaw, making him fall.
As Fred fell, he dragged Mezino’s shirt, and Mezino, trying to gain balance, hit his head against a mirror, which cut the side of his head. With the sight of blood on Mezino’s face, Fred charged back at Vally, but Shola and her PA burst in, and together they beat up Fred before handing him over to the security men. A crowd gathered outside, drawn by the commotion.
Shola carried Mezino off his feet, placing him on the back seat of her car. She bid her PA goodnight and was about to drive off when Vally rushed up to the car, wanting to join them. Shola refused, saying Mezino had had enough for one night. Vally shook his head, saying he wasn’t even gay and was just a friend who cared deeply.
Shola responded, “Exactly, you’re straight, which is all the more reason to stay away from him before anyone gets hurt.” Vally shouted out to Mezino, asking if he could at least get his number, but before Mezino could respond, Shola drove off with a swift turn, leaving her PA and Vally puzzled.
To be continued.
By Bmax.