Saturday
THIRD PERSON POV
Saturday arrived like a promise fulfilled.
It was Bukky's birthday.
And the day she became Akanni's wife.
From the early hours of the morning, Pluto Hotel breathed celebration. The corridors hummed with quiet urgency—stylists rushing past, makeup artists whispering instructions, aunties adjusting Gele knots, uncles arguing over seating arrangements. The scent of incense, perfume, and fresh flowers mingled in the air.
This was not a loud wedding.
No open invitation.
No unnecessary spectacle.
Just family.
Just history.
Just intention.
Bukky emerged dressed in rich Aso-oke, woven in deep gold and wine tones that caught the light with every step. Her Gele sat regal on her head, framing her face like a crown. She looked composed, graceful—every inch the Yoruba bride she had been raised to become.
Akanni matched her in a carefully tailored agbada, his presence calm, commanding. To everyone watching, he looked steady, proud, fulfilled.
No one knew what occupied his mind.
Talking drums filled the air.
Bukky knelt before Akanni's family, wine trembling slightly in her hands.
She found him.
She presented the cup.
He drank.
Cheers erupted.
Busayo ululated—loud, unrestrained.
That was the moment everyone knew:
Bukky was fully theirs.
The Pluto Hotel Grand Hall shimmered with understated luxury. Only six tables filled the vast space, deliberately arranged. Akanni's parents occupied the left, Bukky's parents the right. Close family and trusted friends sat behind them. Bukky's friends—mostly her staff—were placed at the center.
Leke and his wife sat beside Mira.
Demi sat quietly with his personal assistant.
Akanni's studio boss occupied another table, watching proudly.
Bukky moved with practiced grace, concealing the storm beneath her calm exterior.
Akanni greeted guests with a measured smile—polite, rehearsed, royal. His eyes missed nothing.
Not the brief glances.
Not the subtle body language.
Not the quiet familiarity between Bukky and Demi.
He chose not to react.
When it was time for gifts, laughter returned.
Cash envelopes. Jewelry. Blessings.
Then Demi stood.
A sleek black Bugatti key was presented for Bukky.
A golden commemorative trophy for Akanni.
The room gasped.
Applause followed.
Akanni nodded once, expression unreadable.
The ceremony ended in peace, music, and controlled joy.
But not for the groom.
By 10:30 p.m., the couple departed quietly. Guests were instructed not to follow.
At home, silence greeted them.
Akanni moved carefully, masking the tension in his chest. Bukky, on the other hand, was visibly nervous—her movements slightly rushed, her words overly bright.
"It's a big day today," Akanni said calmly. "Thank you for being part of the dream."
"If I had to choose again," Bukky replied, squeezing his hand, "I would choose this over and over."
Under different circumstances, he would have believed her without hesitation.
Now, hope battled knowledge.
"I didn't wish you earlier," Akanni said, stepping away.
He returned with a blue-and-white diamond-shaped cake.
*AYANFE @ 27.*
"Happy birthday, Ayanfe."
Bukky froze.
"How did you know that name?" she asked softly.
"I have my way you know" Akanni said, cutting some portion and giving it to Bukky to bite, and cut a portion for himself too.
But Bukky collect the piece Akanni cut for himself together with the whole cake. she dropped it casually on the table, she toss the piece meant for her into her mouth leaving some portion sticking out of her lips, she glance a flirtatious look at Akanni.
"Come on bad boy, let's have some fun"
Akanni knowing fulling well of her intentions, he also play along. In a swift motion, like someone who is hungry, he move closer to Bukky and eat the portion lips to lips on her mouth. Bukky casually wrap her hands around Akanni's neck as they deepened the kiss.
They shared the cake quietly. Bukky's mood shifted—playful, flirtatious, familiar. She leaned into him, teasing, inviting closeness.
Akanni played along—carefully.
Slowly Akanni pulled back. When their eyes met again "Let's shower first," he suggested, using the moment as an escape.
"Sure, go ahead" Bukky nodded at him as he strutted towards the restroom.
AKANNI POV
The bathroom door closed behind me.
I exhaled deeply.
*How despicable,* I thought—not of her alone, but of the situation.
The water calmed my body, but not my mind.
Some minutes later Bukky entered, wrapped in a white towel, with her alluring figure, rounded boobs, this is not the first time we would be taking our bath together, so I did not think much about it.
Slowly, she removed the towel and enter the tub with me, glancing a flirting look towards me, but to my surprise, I was not moved at all, perhaps my big daddy was really hurt this time.
If it had been other times like before, when taking showers together, my manhood would have gave Bukky a satisfied look from its reaction. I did not want to take anything longer, we quickly have our bath, as though I can't really wait to devour her body.
I putting on my pajamas by now Bukky was already done, putting on some fragrance, The bedroom was pristine. Soft lighting. I glance over the neatly arranged king size bed, covered with pure white. I walk over helplessly, the person who needs this has already taking what belongs to him anyway, I just have to rub my body on you and feel the smoothness, I mutters under my breath.
Not long enough, Bukky started dragging me towards the bed, then wrap her soft delicate hands around my neck. She leaned in and her lips tugged at mine, she deepen the kiss, too my surprise, I felt no reaction at all, but I still have to pretends, so I open my lips as she takes the lead, exploring my month with her soft tongue, I grabbed her hips and lifted her up to she was straddling my torso, with ease I dropped her gently on the bed, with me hovering above her.
I supported my body with my hands resting beside her, searching her eyes for confirmation
"no need to stop. I want you already Akanni, do to me all the good thing you have prepared. I am all yours tonight" she said, as though she as memorized it
"sure, I just need your go ahead. Are you sure you are not nervous?" I asked pretentious, even when I knew she is not pure anymore
"you talk too much, I am not nervous at all. I know ----" she paused, scared of slipping off, but I am Akanni.
I grasp that already, so I pretend to not understand what she means, with force, my lips found hers and we were locked on exploring each others mouths, not without her hands unfastening the buttons of my pajamas, meanwhile I did not show any reaction of removing her dress.
Slowly I raised my hands to give her more access to remove my shirt, but making sure our mouths did not part
"I love this feeling" I murmurs against her lips
"uhn" she smirked. I tugged at the hem of her top pretending to remove it, she slowly raised her hands to give me access to, then I sighed, no way is this woman going to admit to her sins, I pulled away from the kiss and drop my hands.
With a questioning looks plastered on her face like a sulking child who just lost contact with the breast
"huh Bukky, I am a bit tired tonight, why not let's wait till tomorrow morning" I said.
Disappointedly she raised her body and sat down
"what the heck! who got tired on their wedding night?" she sound really pissed. Why can't she just come clean now
"I am really sorry Bukky, perhaps due to the sleepless night before the wedding together with all the stress I am really weak right now" I said. Even though I am truly tired, it's not has that bad as not to be able to do anything at all.
But I just want to buy her more time, perhaps she would come clean. She let out a muffled laugh
"This is my first time hearing the groom saying his is tired at their wedding night. Even if someone were to be tired, I should be the one, so far I am the lady here" she said
"I just also find it amusing myself" I tried to sound convincing
"Are you really not joking, can you not just go for some couples of minutes?"
"How could I possibly joke with something like this. Let's keep this till tomorrow?" I said resolutely
"Akanni, just tell me the truth, or can you not do at all?" she asked frustrated
"Ah" ...
"Don't say something of such, I am just tired and weak to go for some rounds, I will make it up to you tomorrow morning, that you won't be able to climb down throughout" I said, not wanting to promise, but I know I am not going to do that, if she did not spill the beans.
"Forget it, I am just as tired as you are too, I just want to fulfill the tradition" she said and slid down the bed, moving further away from me, and sleep backing me.
"Sure, thank you for your understanding. And please let it remains between us" I said as I put on back my shirt
"uhg"
"understanding..." she scoff and remain silent. I moved towards her and pulled her towards myself, regardless the situation, I still need her touch, to sleep to night, I just could not get ride of the warmth I get when we cuddle like this.
"Can you please not turn your back on me? I promised to make it up to you tomorrow" I
said but their is no reply, so I decided to have a very deep and sound sleep, Afterall today had been truely tiresome.
As sleep finally claimed me, one thought lingered:
*If she tells me the truth tomorrow, I can still forgive.*
The night swallowed my hope quietly.