Friday
BUKKY POV
I packed up my things, ready to head home and celebrate my parents' anniversary.
The drive was calm, filled with soft music — and thoughts of Akanni. His voice echoed in my head, his laugh, that perfectly chiseled jawline, those kind eyes. I caught myself smiling like a fool more than once.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, I could already hear music and laughter from the house. The place was full — friends, family, staff, even a few of my father's business partners. I greeted everyone as I made my way to my room, dropped my bag, changed into a simple but elegant dress, and joined the celebration.
All evening, people kept saying how radiant I looked. They thought it was the anniversary joy. Only I knew the real reason behind my smile.
When the party ended, guests left after sharing gifts and wishes, conversations drifting from business to family updates. I hugged my parents goodnight, handed them my gift, and slipped away to my room — for one reason only.
It was six already. I picked up my phone and texted him.
Me: "Hi."
Akanni: "Hello. You good?"
Me: "Always. You?"
Akanni: "I'm fine. How's the anniversary?"
I smiled. He remembered.
Me: "It went smoothly."
Me: "Got plans for the weekend?"
Akanni: "No."
Me: "Oh, okay."
Akanni: "Wanna meet up?"
Me: "Wow, that would be nice."
Akanni: "Fan of night clubs?"
Me: "Not really, but I'd love a night out."
Akanni: "KSSD or Delight?"
Me: "KSSD's got the lowkey vibes."
Akanni: "Perfect. I'll be done by eight. That okay?"
Me: "Sure. Where do we meet?"
Akanni: "I can pick you up."
Me: "Okay then."
I sent him my estate address and rushed to get ready.
By 7:30, I was dressed — a soft, elegant look, not too flashy. The house was quiet; my parents and Toke were nowhere in sight. I slipped out quietly, heart racing, and made my way to the estate gate to wait.
Twenty minutes later, a Toyota Camry - 2024 modele pulled up outside. I peered through the gate — it was him.
AKANNI POV
I parked just outside the gate and pulled out my phone to call her.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi. Coming — at your right," she replied.
I turned my head and saw her approaching.
For a moment, I forgot to breathe.
She was glowing — her dress simple yet stunning, every step calm and confident. She looked even more beautiful than on video calls.
"Okay," I managed to say, hanging up and walking toward her.
We hugged briefly, then I opened the car door for her before taking the wheel.
The drive from her estate to KSSD took just a few minutes. We talked the entire time — about work, radio life, silly things that made us laugh.
When we arrived, I parked outside the hotel instead of inside the main lot. As soon as we stepped out, whispers started spreading through the crowd.
"Isn't that Akanni?"
"Yeah, the radio guy!"
"Who's the lady with him?"
"She's gorgeous!"
We drew attention instantly — me, the familiar radio host, and Bukky, who was clearly stealing every gaze in the room.
Inside, the DJ was blasting Asake songs. I led her to a corner table away from the crowd.
"Any drink?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said shyly.
"Hennessy or grape wine?"
She grinned. "Wine will do."
"Alright, wait for me," I said and walked to the bar.
When I returned, she was surrounded by a few ladies, smiling nervously as they questioned her.
"So… you and Akanni?" one of them asked.
I stepped in before she could stammer out an answer.
"Yeah," I said calmly, looking at Bukky, "she's my girlfriend."
She froze for a moment, eyes wide, blushing.
"That answer your question?" I added with a polite smile. "We'd like a bit of privacy, please."
They left, whispering and giggling. I placed the glasses down and poured the wine.
"You said I'm your girlfriend?" Bukky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," I replied with a smirk. "Just to save you from all that questioning."
She shook her head, smiling. "You know that could sound serious, right?"
"Maybe," I said, handing her the glass. "Let's just enjoy the night."
We toasted, laughed, and let the music fill the silence.
Minutes later, I stood up and extended my hand.
"Dance with me?"
She laughed softly. "Sure. Can't have them thinking we're shy."
As we stepped toward the dance floor, the DJ noticed us.
"Open the floor for the latest couple!" he shouted through the mic.
The crowd parted instantly, lights dimming, leaving only us in the center. A slow, romantic track by Beautiful Nubia began to play.
For a moment, everything else disappeared — it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
We danced. Slowly. Quietly. Together.