I grinned as I looked over my shoulder to steal a look at her satisfied face; there is nothing better than a good three rounds of coitus with a fresh young shawty like that. She smiled back shyly, rolled on the bed to rest on her sides and rested one elbow on the bed to support the weight of her head on her hand.
Silence.
There was no need for words, we both knew in our hearts what we both had in mind to say; we had both surfeited ourselves with sex, real good sex, and now I am sited on edge of the bed, my eyes wandering round the room. I saw what I was looking for, my boxer short; I had thrown it blindly across the room in the heat of the moment some one hour, thirty minutes ago. I picked it up.
“Are you leaving?”
That was more of complaint than a question. I didn’t reply immediately, I just got my legs into the short and got up on my feet to pull it up my waist and went for my jean trousers by the door where I had lost it.
“I am sorry, but I have to leave now. I would really love to stay but I did mention it to you earlier that I have an appointment with a business partner.”
Lie!.
I never mentioned any appointment neither did I have a business partner. But on a second thought, one may view my sugar mummies as business partners. Sex partners, uhm...the sex paid, so it would be fair to see it as business. So, yeah, business partners they are.
“When?...”
She sat up on the bed, her arms folded across her midriffs.
“...i can’t remember you mentioning that.”
“I did mention that...” I insisted with a straight face as I buckled my belt around my waist. “...you had your mind and attention on something more important, that’s why you didn’t take note.” I added with a wink.
That did the magic; she was all smiles in no time.
“Should I wait up for you?”
Good God! Women! Am I under investigation by the CIA? I knew quite alright that my answer would spring up more testy questions.
“I am not going to be back till tomorrow morning.” I did not bother to look at her face but I could imagine the look on it...not pleasant at all. I saw her silhouette get out of bed. Wahala!
“What kind of business meeting holds by ten ‘o’ clock pm and lasts till the next day? If you had said ‘secret society meeting’ then that would have been understandable, Baron.”
I was fully dressed up already; I stood hands akimbo and peered into her face, enough to make her uncomfortable. I would have loved to act more sternly towards her at that moment but her nakedness was doing me no good, damn!. Mind off her birthday suite, dude!
“Look, Isabella...”
“Annabel!” she interrupted bluntly with a tone of disappointment.
“Annabel...” I corrected.
That was an act, I never forgot her name, I needed to do that for her reply to cue me in on my next line. It worked!
“...look, i don't even remember your name, I don’t even know you. You are not my wife; you are not even my girlfriend. I met you last night at the club, remember?...”
I could feel the temperature of the room increasing drastically, someone is losing it. I continued...
“...and then I brought you to my house, my room. I don’t remember us branching at the cathedral, so there was no wedding, or was I too drunk to remember?
Ghen ghen!!!
Her lips were vibrating. She is sure going to bring down the house, I thought; with fire from her mouth, I guessed. But no...
“Fuck you baron!!!”
That was all she managed to say, and she was all over the room picking up every piece of her ‘runaway clothing” the next second, breathing heavily. Oh! How I wish you had seen into my heart at that moment, it was curved into a smile, no doubt. In no time she was dressed, picked up her handbag, shot me one deadly look and stomped out of my bedroom. Since I survived this deadly eyes rolling, I will survive every other spiritual attacks, I thought to myself. Few seconds later, I heard the sounds of the door in the sitting room slam shut. If you break my door you will pay for a new one.
I walked into the sitting room, Bobby’s eyes were on the television, and he turned around to look at me.
“I don tell you say make you dey go club if you need chicks, no dey go psychiatric hospital dey bring person wey go bite you one day.”
All I did was smile widely to his remark. I was already late. Even if I did get a cab on time, it would take me another ten to fifteen minutes to arrive at the hotel. I reached for the door.
"Where you dey go by this time oga Baron?"
i turned around, looked at him and shook my head slowly in self pity.
"Madam garlic?"
I shook my head positively as my face twisted in irritation.
Bobby burst into a hellish laughter; he had his second finger on his left hand pointed at me while his other hand clutched his chest as the laughter rocked his body, his eyes closed. He was lost in his laughter that he did not know when i left. Down the steps to the ground floor, i could still hear his annoying laughter. I was glad when it was finally out of earshot.
'Madam garlic' had called me three hours earlier to inform me of her need for me that night. I was caught up with the sweet, lovely looking young lady i had met at the club the previous night. I would have loved to remain at home with the model-shaped beauty, but it was a pity i had to ruin the night with a rather tolerated bout of sex. When she wasn't really in the mood, she went three rounds, and three hours earlier, she had told me her Pussy was aching with desire. I go hear am today.
I got to the hotel thirty minutes late, had a brief chat with the receptionist and was in front of 'madam garlic's' room in no time. Knock knock!!
"Who is there?" Came her voice. I could percieve faint smell of garlic already.
"It's me, Baron. Baby boo open up." I was already getting use to the pet name. What money can do!
I heard the locker unhook, i turned the door handle and pushed the door open, it was dark inside. I felt something nudge my chest. Was she going for those kinky shits i see sometimes in some x-rated videos? I am not sure i am ready for that at all. I frowned.
The switch flicked, light came on; two hefty men stood by my side, the one on my right had a gun to my chest and there on the bed is 'madam garlic', semi nude with another hunk on the bed, her eyebrows narrowed in anger, eyes on mine. I froze.
Yours sincerely, Baron Chidalu.
Chidera Reginald.
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