Friday
AKANNI POV
By 4 PM, the studio was buzzing. The wine party for the new Program Director was set to begin, and the conference hall had been transformed into a sleek, professional space—blue lights accentuating the tables, soft music in the background. I checked my watch, adjusted my customized blue tuxedo, and gave a nod to Leke as he greeted me.
"Ah, rich kid in full effect," he whispered with a grin. "Let's see if anyone notices you first. would have been nice if we wear something else"
I smirked, letting my confidence show but keeping my demeanor calm. "Just focus on your own game, Leke. You might need to defend your territory."
"Don't you think they will say we don't have money for casual wears?" Leke said, "and I don't know how what they think or what they say should be my concern" I said
with a serious tone
The hall gradually filled with colleagues, management, and a few distinguished guests. Then she arrived. The new Program Director—stunning, poised, and effortlessly beautiful—entered the hall. Heads turned immediately; even the General Manager, just a few years older than us, seemed momentarily caught off guard. Her presence radiated confidence and grace, and many of the younger men in the room looked smitten, unable to hide their admiration.
Leke whispered beside me, "Whoa… no wonder the GM's choking back a smile. Look at her…"
I glanced briefly, noting the reactions around me, then returned my focus. "We're not here to be distracted," I said evenly. Leke nodded, clearly impressed by my restraint.
We mingled, exchanged polite greetings, and engaged in light conversation. While many were nervously trying to impress or flirt, we also have some of our competing company personel here too. Leke and I maintained our composure. I appreciated professionalism over charm contests, and tonight was no place for idle pursuits.
By 5 PM, a toast was proposed. Glasses clinked, and the Program Director gave a short, poised speech about teamwork and vision for the program. Even in a room full of admirers, she carried herself with a calm authority that drew respect, not just attention. I raised my glass, giving a polite nod, and kept my focus clear.
After the formalities, the mingling continued. Some colleagues tried to pull me into idle chatter about office gossip or the Program Director's charm, but I steered the conversations toward projects, progress, and meaningful discussion. Leke followed my lead, equally unfazed.
By 5:30 PM, the party began to wind down. Guests lingered near the buffet, still stealing glances at the new Director, while Leke and I quietly prepared to leave. I stepped outside for a few minutes to let the cool evening air hit my face, enjoying the calm after the controlled chaos of the room. My phone buzzed—Bukky had messaged earlier, reminding me to come by her place later. I smiled briefly, pocketed the phone, and made my way back inside to officially close the evening.
As we left, I couldn't help but notice the contrast: many around me distracted by beauty, while Leke and I remained steady. Some things—like charm, allure, and fleeting attraction—didn't unsettle us. Focus and purpose mattered more.
After what seems like a long day, I went over to pick Bukky up, we are going to a different club toninght, as this has been our regular hobby lately - trying out different club. Leke also brought his wife, they have been tagging along since the last two weeks too.
The club pulsed with energy, the lights flickering in sync with the heavy bass that rattled the floor. Bukky and I moved effortlessly through the crowd, laughing as we dodged overly eager dancers and complimented each other's taste in music.
"Someone's showing off their moves tonight!" I teased as Bukky spun effortlessly on the dance floor.
"Oh, please, Mr. I-think-I-can-dance," she shot back, smirking. "You've got two left feet."
I laughed, catching her hand as she twirled. "You just admit you love them anyway," I said, pulling her closer.
We spent hours immersed in the music, sharing drinks, joking with Leke and his wife whenever we spotted them across the floor. The new Program Director, the stunningly beautiful young woman from the office, had been the center of attention earlier in the evening. Many of the young men—and even some older ones—were
visibly smitten, but neither Leke nor I felt the slightest pull. Our focus was on the two women in front of us, the laughter we shared, and the rhythm we created together.
By midnight, the crowd had thinned slightly, but our energy remained high. Bukky leaned on my shoulder, whispering, "You know, I could get used to this… just the two of us, escaping everything else for a while."
"Me too," I replied, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "It's our night, our rhythm. No distractions."
We lingered at the bar for a few more minutes, chatting and sipping our drinks, before Leke waved at us. "We're heading out soon. You guys coming?"
"Yeah, let's go," I said, and Bukky grabbed her clutch.
The ride back was quieter, but comfortable. Laughter occasionally bubbled up as we recounted moments from the night. Bukky and I shared glances that said more than words ever could, while Leke and his wife discussed weekend plans in the backseat.
Once home, we didn't rush to sleep. The energy from the club still lingered, so we gathered in the living room, drinks in hand. Leke and I found a quiet corner, while Bukky and Leke's wife chatted on the couch.
"So," Leke started, leaning back, "you finally told her about the new deal at work?"
I nodded, sipping my drink. "Yeah. She was impressed, but more curious about the numbers than the hype. That's Bukky for you—head for business, heart for real things."
Leke chuckled. "Good. Some of these people in the office… it's all fluff. Numbers, contracts, endless board drama… no one really cares about results."
We talked late into the night—business strategies, work ethics, and the subtle politics that came with management positions. Leke's insight was sharp, and his humor kept the conversation light despite the technical subjects.
Meanwhile, Bukky, Leke's wife, and I observed the easy camaraderie of women chatting about life. They spoke of marriage, past relationships, personal goals, and dreams. Bukky laughed freely, sharing her own experiences, while Leke's wife offered advice from her own journey. I could see Bukky's mind working—absorbing, reflecting, but at ease.
By the early hours, we decided to sleep. Leke and his wife took the guest room, while Bukky and I claimed the master suite.
Saturday
Sunlight filtered through the curtains as I woke to Bukky's soft breathing beside me. The weekend stretched before us, unhurried. Breakfast was a casual affair, with discussions picking up naturally from the night before.
Leke joined me in the study, coffee in hand. "So, what's next on the business front?" he asked, leaning against the desk.
I smiled. "Some meetings, some strategy reviews. You?"
"Same, but I swear, sometimes I wish it was all as simple as the club last night," he said, laughing.
Meanwhile, Bukky and Leke's wife continued their own discussion in the kitchen. The chatter of women's life stories, marriage advice, and the balance between career and personal life echoed pleasantly through the house. I caught snippets of Bukky laughing heartily, and for a moment, I felt the full weight of how much she had changed the atmosphere at home.
By late afternoon, around 5 PM, Leke and his wife prepared to leave. Hugs, promises to meet next Friday, and playful arguments about leaving too early were exchanged. Bukky and I waved them off, and once the gate closed behind them, the house felt
quieter—but not empty.
Bukky turned to me, leaning casually against the doorway. "So… our Saturday?" she asked, a teasing gleam in her eyes.
"Perfect," I replied, smiling, "because it's just you, me, and maybe a little planning for the week ahead."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Planning? You're already thinking about work again?"
I shrugged, pretending innocence. "Can't help it. But tonight… no work. Just us."
And just like that, the weekend stretched ahead—a blend of relaxation, laughter, and the subtle thrill of knowing our Friday nights were becoming more than just a habit; they were our little world, building memories week by week.