I sigh as I finally find a space to park my 2016 Mercedes-Benz G Class in one of the few spaces left at Ikeja City Mall. I hate having to drive myself around anywhere in Lagos considering how terrible most of the roads are but with today being a Sunday, I have no other choice. Adamu, the driver Alhaji had gotten for me when he bought me the car always had Sundays off. I cursed silently under my breath, Bleep Godwin for forcing us to meet on a Sunday. He knows I need him and that is why he is dictating the terms of the meeting.
I slam the door shut as my mind wanders to Godwin. I had come close to dating the bastard once. Thank God I dodged that bullet. He had been sweet and charming, or maybe he had appeared so because I met him at a time when I was having my marital crisis with Chris. I should have known all men are the same! Always seeking the most readily available pussy they could get. Who needs love anyways? Thank God I realised the pussy power before it was too late. Following the finalisation of the divorce from Chris and the betrayal from Godwin when he had decided to Bleep my best friend, Jemima, I decided I didn’t want to have anything to do with love again. That was when I decided men were nothing more than play toys a girl had to discard as soon as a better version came along. Should a girl allow herself get attached to a particular toy, a better version comes along and the girl misses out. Just look at how well I have done for myself. I have Alhaji who is desperately in love with me and gets me my every desire. Senator is no different, with the all-expenses paid trips to Paris, Dubai, Hawaii, the Bahamas, Ibiza and any other choice destination and then there is Chief whose craving for me can only be likened to that of a man who has seen hell and now doggedly pursues the promises of heaven.
I sashay into Rhapsodys, the restaurant/bar where Godwin and I were having our meeting. I need his creative input on the new boutique Alhaji is opening for me at Palms in Lekki. Godwin is in the fashion industry and I can use his help. That we bleeped once and didn’t quite work out doesn’t mean that I can’t remain friends with a man. Another tactic I have learnt to survive, a girl simply doesn’t burn all her bridges. You can expertly dangle the ropes of hope in front of man giving him the belief that he still has a chance at your kitten while getting all you need from him. Only the small time runs girls hit once and run, the more experienced ones like myself makes sure to milk a man dry till he has got nothing left to show for the number of decades he has spent on earth. Besides, what better way to get free things than having loads of useful contacts?


“You are late.” His voice reaches me easily despite the noise of Tekno’s Pana blaring from the hidden speakers of the tastefully furnished interior of Rhapsodys. He is sitting at the far end where he can easily observe everyone coming in and going out. I sigh, he has always been loud. Most eyes turn to stare at me as I walk in between tables to where he is seated and while I might not like his loud voice, I don’t mind the attention one bit. I sense rather than see the lustful stares of the men as they give me appreciative glances while the women have the green monster in their eyes. I try not to bask in the attention of being the most beautiful woman in the room as I have just one business in mind, Godwin.
“Darling, you know how Lagos is…” I purr in the British accent I have perfected with constant practice as I get to his table. I lean in for a hug. He is still sitting down so he gets a full glimpse of cleavage as my outfit is a low-cut semi-sheer number which threatens to spill my boobs with its plunging neckline. The boobs stay in place however with the help of the dramatic furry black mini-dress.
“I like your perfume,” he says rather than respond to my greeting. He knows that I am not going to offer an apology.
“My perfume?” I batt my long eyelashes framing my smokey gray eyes before I continue, “but I am not wearing any perfume except for my natural scent.”
“I see,” he responds dryly.

I purse my lips trying not to be vexed at his indifference. I hate it when a man tries to act immune to my charm and of all the men I have met, Godwin is the only one that has ever gotten to me. I suppose it has something to do with his having slept with Jemima when I had been playing coy with my pussy. I hate reading a man wrong and I could swear I had him wrapped around my fingers and that he was in love with me but then Sneaky Jemima happened. Who would have thought that my best friend whom I had taught the art of seduction would have decided to use my own tricks to snatch a man from me?

“How is Jemima?” he asks, “are the both of you still ripping men into pieces?”

“Jemima is fine and we are not ripping men into pieces as you accuse,” I use one hand to flip my waist length platinum blonde hair over one shoulder while resting the other on his shoulder. “You know, you should loosen up. But then again, I didn’t come here to talk about Jemima, I am sure you guys keep in touch as it stands or has her pussy tired you already.

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