Rachel
was born to be an inspiration to this world. She has an idea about everything, I
mean everything. From relationships to science, psychology and religion;
sincerely she is an embodiment of knowledge. But she has a problem she can only
advice others she can’t advice herself. This evening it’s my turn to gain. The call
lasted about five minutes and I was equipped for the night. I knew one at least
of the five measures she advised would work. Which one in particular, I don’t know.
I
walked back into the living room and built a confidence like the president’s
son. I called Marian to come close. When she sat next to me I whispered in her
ears “get something to wear, I wanna take you for a ride”. Waoh she screamed
until she remembered she had some friends. We walked into the lobby and she
asked if her friends are coming with us and I blatantly said no. I walked back
into the living room with my arms closed in all gentility, called the attention
of all the ladies and told them : please I don’t mean to disrupt your gathering
but I and Marian would be going out on a short tour, we would be back in just a
moment. Feel at home till we come. Alright, no problem was their response.
Her
dressing was taking longer than enough; I stepped into the room and adjusted
what she was wearing. I want a casual look I said. A Jean and a T-shirt. We argued
that for a while and afterwards I won again. We were stepping out and I saw a
guy run to the car to open it for her and two other guys in mufti but heavily
built were asking her what directions is she going tonight. I stopped to ask
who those were and she said they are the securities her dad gave her. I laughed
and told her those guys aren’t coming with us. Security is the first trait of
every relationship and if you cannot trust the person you’re with to protect
you, then there is no need to get into it at all. She looked at me puzzled; but
she had no choice than to accept. She thought it was her car we were driving
but I put her up in my branded Toyota Prado and off we left.
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I
drove her to City Park; the most exposed Natural Park in town. A place where
class was misplaced; where wealth doesn't count, because everything is average.
We were about to have two bottles of Guinness stout with some crazy friends of
mine. She felt a little discomfort when we first got there but I told her if
those guys over there ever find out who she is, then it means she is proud. She
tried to hide her uneasiness but it showed a little and after engaging her in
all the Pidgin English jokes she livened up herself that she didn’t feel like
going home again. She drank all brand of beer in sips and it was the twelve o
clock bang that made us leave. She wasn’t tipsy, she was high. I drove her to
her house and helped her into the apartment. She wouldn’t let me go home thus I
had to sleep. With no hesitation I have the heart of a billionaire’s daughter at
my palm and I can do whatever with it.
I
pulled her clothes slowly and demolished the hole beneath. Her screams were
loud and the feelings could be felt with scratches from her nails on my back. I
didn’t pity the softness and she didn’t complain also. When she woke up the
next morning, she said baby thank you. She needed to drink water based on the
dehydration. A call from her room produced that and it was when Stella was
leaving that I realized it was 8.30 am I am one hour thirty minutes late. The fear
of my boss is the surety of salary. And with Toyota Prado with me hmmmm I’m
finished. I placed a call to my boss immediately and told her not to say a
word. When he picked he wanted to start his normal ranting but I interrupted. Sir,
I would be coming to the office with Danjuma Marian in the next one hour. I’ve
been at her apartment since seven o clock; she just attended to me now. So let
all things be ready. The reply almost made me laugh. That’s my boy he said but
something was about to change the whole arrangement.
Her
phone rang and when she picked I heard mummy good morning. You’re downstairs? Come
up mum I really need you to meet someone. I felt a chill run through me as she
jugged herself into a transparent outfit. I corrected that again as I moved into
the living room. When the door opened I stood up to greet her mum and surprisingly
I know I’ve seen the face before; then I remembered it was in Thomas Paine’s hotel
room…………….. Thomas is the richest young dude who specializes in sleeping with
queens and dames and I’m about to explain why I did that the other day.
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