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[/b]CHAPTER ONE. [b]


Enobong stared at her reflection in the mirror. She knew what she was about to offer was a long shot, but she had to try. This current situation was killing her parents' and making their lives miserable. She remembered the day he came into her father's failing soul food restaurant. She knew in his dark eyes that he was a fücking devil. She loathed him with every single cell in her body. He had ruined her family. Her parents' lives. Her life. She despised him and she hated money. Money really was the root of all evil. It was the reason she was in this predicament. She never found any use for money. Sure, she may have never sported the newest, trendy clothing, but she didn't feel the need to. She was never the girl in secondary school with the latest anything, and she was just fine with that.
But now here she was putting on the only decent dress she owned (minus a black funeral dress), which was now a little short from being washed a million times. It was a black dress with thin straps. The color had started to fade, and under a bright light it turned to an ashy black shade. She wore an old pair of black heels that belonged to her mother, and she quickly pulled her wild curls up in a ponytail. She wanted to look somewhat presentable since she would be going into the lion's den. Or snake pit...either was appropriate when talking about him.
She sighed as she turned off the light and walked out of the tiny bathroom she shared with her mom and dad in their one bedroom apartment. Her dad was in the bedroom asleep finally. His back pains kept him up and moaning most nights. Her mother, Imade, was in the kitchen scraping the leftovers from dinner into containers.
She turned to look at Eno and then back at the dishes. Her mother was a beautiful woman, but the years had not been kind to her. Her smooth chocolate skin that used to glow and sparkle was now a dull brown. Her makeup and hair that she at one point had taken so much pride in was not even a part of her daily routine anymore. She never wore makeup and she kept her hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck. She had prematurely grayed, which Eno figured was due to her father's bad business investments. And the smile that she remembered as a little girl seemed like it had been permanently removed from her mother's face. Now a hard line and tight lips were all that replaced the bright grin she had once grown to love. Eno continued to stare at her mother's back.
"I don't know what you think you trying to accomplish by going over to that dangerous man's place. Just plain stupid in my opinion," Imade said, not bothering to turn around.
"I know mama, but I got to try something. We can't live like this. I didn't want it to come to this, but this is a last resort," Eno said, pleading with her mom to understand.
"You think you just walk in there and have him erase the debt?" Imade asked, turning around and throwing the dishrag over her shoulder. Then she smacked her lips and ran her eyes over her daughter's tiny dress. "Unless you plan on offering him something to make him forget the debt."
Eno sucked in a breath. "Mama! I would never. I just want him to try and see it from our point of view. That's all. It couldn't hurt to try."
"Eno, he don't care about our point of view. Rich, bad men like him could give a damn about poor, people like us. The sooner you get that through your head, the better," her mom said, and turned back around. Eno figured that was the end of the conversation.
She sighed as she grabbed her purse and an old black jacket of her father's. It was chilly outside and she wasn't used to wearing something so revealing. As she slid the oversized jacket on, she looked down at her dress. She really hoped he didn't get the wrong idea. She just wanted to look presentable, not easy. She chanced another look at her mother, who pretended like she wasn't even in the room anymore. Eno blew out another sigh and opened the door. The windy night air hit her bare legs and it caused her to hesitate for a moment. 'No, I can do this' she thought, as she zipped up her coat and headed down the street to the nearest bus stop.
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Nicolas Ibe stared at the green table before him. He bent down and looked at the open hole between his ball and the striped ball that sat in its way.
"Not sure how you're going to pull that one off, Nic?" Jimmy said confidently, as he leaned on his cue stick, staring at his boss and best friend. He knew that Nic hated to lose. For Nic, losing wasn't an option. He would circle the table a million times until he could figure out a way to win. Jimmy figured that's why Nic had gotten so powerful at such a young age. When you don't accept failure, you have no other option than winning. And Nic's philosophy was to conquer and destroy.
Nic's dark eyes narrowed when he saw the perfect shot he had to take. He walked back up to the table, slid the cue stick back and forth between his fingers two times, and then knocked the red solid ball into the far corner pocket, barely grazing Jimmy's striped ball.
"Motherfücker," Jimmy muttered under his breath.
Nic raised up, no smile or celebratory air in his voice. "You're up."
Nic watched as his oldest and closest friend walked to the table and scratched his head, trying to figure out his next move. That was actually Jimmy's problem. He gave too much away. Never let people see you sweat. That was the one good thing Nic learned from his father, rest his soul. Nic had a thriving business because he followed the few rules his father had given him, and a couple of his own rules that he had set throughout his life.
When Nic was a kid, he never thought he'd be leading an underground crime circle. He had always respected the law and police officers. He was eight when Miami Vice first aired, and his love for policemen and the law was first born. He thought Sonny and Rico were the coolest motherfückers to ever walk the planet. But over the years, Nic started to realize that the work that his old man was dabbling in would have caused him to be one of the guys Sonny and Rico would have tried to lock up.
Nic's father, Nicolas Ibe I, was a tall, dry man from the old country. He was born and raised in I
Nigeria , and believed in the principles of his home country. At fifteen, he traveled over to Mexico on his own dime, and started working little odd jobs around town and saved up enough money to open his own fish shop. He would cheat men at the docks out of fresh fish, to get a leg up on competition. Over the years he made a name for himself. Not necessarily a good one, but a name nonetheless. He met Nic's mom, Marianna, at a local dance one night and the two became inseparable. They ended up having five children, while Nicolas's business grew from a smelly fish place, to his first restaurant, which was funded by crooked policemen who came to conduct business with drug and weapons runners. Nicolas would turn a blind eye, and in return favor they would give him money and turn their heads away from his illegal numbers business. It was a perfect arrangement that worked well over the years.
But when Nic started thinking back over his life, there were things about his father that he didn't like. Nic didn't like cheating people. He preferred to scare them. That usually got the message across even better. And when Nic was a teen going into his twenties, instead of turning the blind eye like his father did...he started dealing with the weapons runners, to gain more money. He didn't approve of drugs, so they could still use his restaurants, but he was not a part of their deals and made sure they all knew it.
In the ten years that Nic had taken over his father's business, he had started another restaurant and opened a club uptown. All three investments were flourishing and he was in business with three foreign companies which he worked with to supply weapons. He had more than quadrupled the income his father had been bringing in. In their city, you knew to do any 'business' you had to go through Nicolas Ibe II. Nic was never an overly flashy guy, but he did dress in the nicest Armani suits and had a hot new thing on his arm every other night. That's actually how he met his wife, Bisi. She had been one of the regulars at his club, and eventually she flirted her way into his bed and then into a marriage. He still didn't know how that had happened. Maybe he had a weakness for tall, mean women, because that's exactly what Bisi was. And part of him was turned on because of this mean streak she seemed to possess. He found it amusing when she would launch into someone and cut them down before they even had a chance to speak. Of course, when she turned that foul mouth on him...he knew what to do to put it to good use. She might have been the Alpha bitch, but in his domain, he was king, and no one would disrespect him. Not even his wife.
But at the moment, they were separated and had been for six months. Frankly, he couldn't stand her. He never loved her, and still couldn't figure out why he agreed to marry her three years ago. Something in him did want to share all of his success with someone. A companion, but Bisi only wanted the money. And the sex. Originally, he knew that this leggy goddess was only flirting with him because of his status. Although, he knew to women his looks were a bonus. He figured he wasn't the most handsome man in the world, but many women thought he was pretty close, due to the light olive tan he inherited from his Mexican mother, along with his dark eyes and jet black hair, which together seemed to turn women on. But when Bisi realized the things he could do in the bedroom...she was one hundred percent sold.
But now because of their separation, he had gone back to playing the field a bit...not that he had ever really stopped. He never had to chase women. They were always there...and always willing. But without her at home cursing people out left and right, he was becoming bored. He couldn't stand talking to her, but yet she was amusing. Their separation came about when she had asked the dreaded baby question. It just seemed to come out of left field one day while they were in the middle of dinner. They rarely talked to each other as it was, and now she wanted to add a baby to that? Fück no. He could never imagine her as a mother anyway. All she did was spend his money and dance at his club all night. And she thought he didn't know, but she had been fooling around with cocaine. And that was a big no to him. They fought over that and the baby issue until he stormed off, and she left the house, trashed out of her mind. She got into his Lamborghini and wrecked it. Nic was so pissed. Not really because of the car, although it had been his favorite, but because her little incident brought the police sniffing around. He sent Jimmy and another of his guys to bail her out. There was no way in hell he would step foot in a police station now. They wanted him too much, and he would be damned if he'd go down without a fight.
Later that night, Bisi and he had gotten into another argument. Nic didn't like to yell. He didn't like to argue. People usually just did what he said, but sometimes she tried to bait him, just to get a rise out of him. But he couldn't even stand the sound of her voice anymore. Worse than nails on a chalk board. She was high, and crying, and her makeup was running down her face. She had asked him point blank if he loved her. Nic just stood there staring at her, his answer in his eyes. No, he didn't. And never had. Bisi also took the silence to mean no, and she pulled off her large diamond ring and threw it at him. She missed and it went sliding across the floor.
She stomped out and that was the last he had seen of her. She called him a few days later to inform him that she was staying with her sister in Abuja, but she wanted to work something out. Nic really didn't want to. But he also didn't feel like getting the courts involved in a divorce, so he just told her that they needed time apart, and they would work something out later. But with her gone, no longer wreaking havoc on everyone's life, he was extremely bored. He needed a new challenge.
Jimmy shot at the striped ball and missed. "Shit."
Nic took the next three shots to clear the table of all of his solid balls, along with the eight ball. He looked over his handiwork and tossed his cue stick to Eddie, his accountant.
"Bleep, one more Nic. Let me try to redeem myself," Jimmy said.
Nic sighed and grabbed the cue stick back. "You're a glutton for punishment, big guy," Nic said, taking in his friend's large frame. Both Nic and Jimmy were tall, but Nic had him beat by about an inch, however his friend definitely had him in the weight department. Jimmy's wife cooked the best meals every night, and judging on Jimmy's protruding belly, he certainly enjoyed them. Where Jimmy preferred to eat, Nic preferred to work out, which was his best stress reliever. That and sex.
Jimmy smiled and racked the balls back up. Nic rolled his eyes and turned toward the back door, where Raymond, his head of security was entering. He walked over to Nic.
"Sir, there's a young lady here to see you," Raymond said.
"Lucky bastard," Jimmy muttered, as he shot first, and the balls went scattering everywhere.
"What does she want?" Nic asked, surveying the table.
"She said it's a personal matter."
"What's her name?" Nic asked, as he lined up his cue stick and sunk three striped balls.
"Enobong Obaseki, sir."
Nic ran the name over in his head. Obaseki? Obaseki...Obaseki...oh. He knew who she was. Her father, James, owed him a load of money. He had opened up some cheesy soul food restaurant that tanked, and sunk Nic's fathers' money with it. Nic had only been in the restaurant once. James ran the place with his wife and daughter. The daughter had been a waitress at the horrible restaurant. Cute, shy thing, but he wasn't really paying attention. Maybe she had his money. Or maybe she just came to beg for him to stop sending his sharks down to their apartment, threatening to break her father's legs.
"Tell her I'm busy," he stated, as he leaned up against the table, waiting for Jimmy to make a shot.
"Yes sir," Raymond replied, as he exited.
It only took less than ten minutes for Nic to beat Jimmy again. Jimmy stood there scratching his head over the fact that Nic had managed to whip him in three straight games. He never could beat him, but one day...he'd figure out a way. Eddie sat over in the corner laughing at him.
"Bleep you, you four-eyed bastard," Jimmy yelled. "I mean, they have contacts nowadays, why the Bleep are you still wearing those goggles?"
Eddie never got rattled. But he also didn't really have a personality. As a true accountant, he cared about numbers and that was about it. They had even brought over a hot girl once to show Eddie a good time, one that Nic kept in his mental rolodex, but she left the bedroom only about fifteen minutes after going in, with a confused look on her face. When Jimmy asked her what went down, she said they never had sex. Instead, he started talking to her about the importance of numbers and how they keep the universe in order. She told Nic she didn't come here to get a math lesson. So Nic took her to his room instead...and gave her the lesson she had come looking for. And more.
"They make me look more distinguished, you overweight idiot," Eddie said, while cleaning his glasses.
Nic laughed and hung up his cue stick. "So Eddie, this month, are we good?"
Eddie placed his glasses back on. "Yes sir, we're really good. Here are the figures," he smiled, while pulling them out of his briefcase. Nic nodded a few times while he examined the documents.
Raymond entered again. This time his face was flushed and he seemed irritated. He stood there waiting for Nic to acknowledge him.
"What?" Nic asked, when he finally looked up from the papers in his hand.
"Sir, she won't leave. She said if she doesn't get to talk to you, she'll start making a scene in front of the customers."
Nic's eyebrows shot up. Who the fück did this little girl think she was? He'd have to teach her a little lesson in respect.
"Okay, see her to my office," he said, as he flicked a lighter and started burning the documents.
Enobong didn't know what to expect. She wasn't sure if he was just a rich crook, or if he had actually killed people before. She remembered how scared her father had been the day the bank seized his restaurant. He was more scared of Mr. Ibe finding out, than he was of the prospect of his family being broke and out on the street. But Eno was determined that she wouldn't be afraid of him. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her sweat.
She sat in his office, staring around the large, cold area. She couldn't believe that something this beautiful would be located in the back of a restaurant. Everything in his office was black and white, including the art work on the walls. She assumed one of his paintings was probably worth more money than she made in a year. He didn't have any personal pictures on his desk like a lot of businessmen do. Or at least how they portrayed it in movies. He actually didn't have a desk. It was just a large glass table with a fancy chair on the opposite side
And now looking at him, he hadn't changed at all from that first day she had seen him. He had beautiful, shiny black hair that he kept pushed away from his face, but it was longer than she remembered. If it were wet, it would probably fall to his ears. But the way he styled it kept it away from his face, made him appear menacing and handsome all at the same time. It also gave her a perfect view of his sexy dark eyes. He had a straight attractive nose, nice lips and a strong jaw line. Obviously Hispanic. She could also tell that he had a nice body underneath his suit, judging by the way he walked with his shoulders upright and his chest out, which...wait, she needed to seriously pull her mind together. What the hell was wrong with her? Checking this Hitler out?
"Mr. Ibe, I just wanted to..." she started, but he placed a finger to his lips...his small order for her to be quiet. She immediately shut her mouth.
"Enobong, my security guard, Raymond, told you that I was busy, correct?" he asked her.
She nodded her head.
"What? fruitcakes I didn't hear you," Nic said.
Enobong wanted to roll her eyes at his arrogance, but she knew she had come here to ask a favor of him. Better to play the nice card.
"Yes," she answered.
"I thought so. So, you should have come back or called to set an appointment like everyone else does, instead of interrupting me."


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Eno rolled off her stomach and stood up, searching for her sad little torn black dress. She heard the bathroom door open, so she quickly shielded her naked body, using the remains of the dress as a towel. Nic strolled back into the living room, completely in the nude. Eno tried her hardest not to stare. He seemed so comfortable being naked in front of her. Of course he would be, she thought. He's probably nothing more than a male slut, himself! She was sure if she stared long enough, she could find something wrong with his body, but from this angle, so far she had nothing.
She watched as he picked up his shirt, underwear and pants and put them on. He grabbed his jacket from the bar stool and removed his keys from the counter. He walked to the door, turned to look at her for a few seconds, then walked out.
Eno couldn't believe any of this had happened. She realized she had done something she could never take back. For a few moments, she hung her head in shame. If she were on the outside, looking at someone like herself, she would have the worst thoughts. There she would see a scared, young girl, with smeared lipstick, torn dress and dried cum stains on her ass...absolutely pathetic.
She slowly trudged to the bathroom, turned on the light and stared at herself in the mirror. She had done that same thing less than two hours ago when she was safely at home...and now look at her. How much of her pride and dignity had she just sacrificed? And for what price? She shook the horrible thoughts from her mind. She turned on the shower and closed the door. The shower was large enough to fit at least ten people...and the expensive looking shower head projected the water out in a massaging manner. She leaned her face against the cool tile and cried. She didn't even bother wiping the remains of her mascara from her eyes.
After her shower, Eno grabbed a pair of white cotton shorts and an old burgundy shirt with the name of her father's restaurant on it. At least she was able to stop by her apartment before she entered hell. She had rushed in so quickly, grabbed a few items and left, all before her mom and dad woke up. She figured they would be worried about her, but she just couldn't tell them what had happened or what she had agreed to.
She sat down on the couch and tried to turn the flat screen TV on, but there were three remote controls and she couldn't figure out which turned on what. After a few minutes of wrestling with the confusing system, she gave up. She grabbed a bottle of water from his refrigerator. She scanned the loft and walked over to the large balcony that overlooked the city. Maybe she could find a good spot to jump. While she was playfully pondering what her body would look like splattered on the pavement below, she looked up and out at the city. The view was breathtaking. She never knew Lagos was this beautiful. She turned back around and looked inside. If his loft looked like this, she could only imagine what his house looked like.
Eno went to the kitchen and picked up the slick cordless phone. She dialed a number and chewed on her fingernail until a familiar voice answered the other line.
"Hello?"
"Hey mama," Eno said.
"Eno, it's so late. Where are you?"
"Um, mama, I can't tell you that right now, but I'm okay. I just wanted to let you know I'll be away for awhile, but I'll still try to send you the rent somehow, okay?"
"But, where are—"
"I have to go. I love you, bye," Eno rushed and then clicked off the phone. Soon exhaustion took control of her body and she yawned. She refused to sleep in his bed, so she grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and covered herself in the large reclining chair near the balcony doors and fell asleep.
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Nic had to get out of there. He didn't know this girl, nor should he give a shït about her, but he found himself wanting to turn the car around and go back. Explain his behavior to her. What the fück was wrong with him? Nic had to floor the pedal all the way back to his house. If he had slowed down at any moment, he would have gone back. And damn if she wasn't the best lay he had experienced in a while. His body physically craved to be with her again. Inside her. He wished he could have made her cum, but he was more determined to prove his point. But the fact that she had been into it, made him smile. She had wanted to cum. Next time...he'd make her beg, he thought with a wicked grin.
Later that night, Nic lay in bed thinking of her. Enobong. What was it about this girl that made him anxious to see her again? He loved that she really didn't seem to know how attractive she was. She had probably spent most of her days in large shirts and khaki trousers, which was the uniform at her father's restaurant—if he remembered correctly. Probably one of those girls who wore granny panties and large unflattering shirts to bed. Comfort was more important than style to her. Nic found that so refreshing. He didn't know many women like that. Actually, he didn't know any women like that. But all this time, she probably didn't realize what a fücking unbelievable body she was hiding. Well, he sure as hell knew now, and he wasn't planning on letting her forget. Damn. He started getting hard again, just thinking about it. This was going to be a long night.
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"Aahh!!!" Eno screamed, as she fell out of the reclining chair and hit the hard floor. The loud thumping that had startled her out of her sleep grew even louder. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Then she turned toward the door. Someone was knocking loudly.
She tiptoed to the door and glanced through the peephole. It was Raymond, Nic's security guard, pounding on the door. Eno definitely had some issues with this guy, but she sighed and opened the door anyway.
Raymond stared down at her. "Mr. Ibe wants to see you at his office and he said that you wear this," he stated flatly, while handing her a shopping bag. She didn't recognize the language on the outside of the bag, but it looked French. She reached in and began pulling some of the items out. First was a lacey light blue bra and matching thong. She wanted to gag. She reached back into the bag and pulled out a soft white terry cloth robe. The material was very thin and it was very short. Like something you would wrap yourself in after getting out of the shower...only much shorter. Would probably just barely cover her ass. She dumped the bag upside down, and found a pair of really high thin strappy high heels that hit the floor. But that was it. No actual dress or pants or anything like that. What the hell? Did he forget he ripped her dress to shreds last night? She stared up at Raymond whose facial expression hadn't changed. He kind of reminded her of a taller and more handsome version of Geoffrey from The Fresh Prince.
"I'll come with you, but I'm not wearing this," Eno said, stuffing the items back into the bag. Raymond rolled his eyes and walked out. She grabbed her purse and the bag of 'clothing' and followed him.
On the ride over, Eno took in the scenery. It was really a beautiful neighborhood. She wondered where his office was located. Raymond finally pulled up to a large house, actually a mansion, and pressed a code into the keypad in front of the closed black iron gates. Eno noticed that the security cameras were following them. The large gate opened and the car pulled forward until it entered a garage. Inside the garage were several expensive looking cars. It looked like a showroom. Eno could hardly believe that she was here. This was the type of image you see only in movies.
Raymond opened her door and led her into the house through a side door. Eno was speechless. It was modern, yet looked as though a lot of the artifacts belonged in a museum. He led her up a huge winding staircase and then further down another hallway. Finally they ended up in front of a large oak door. For some reason she was nervous. Raymond knocked on the door and it opened a few seconds later. The guy that she recognized as Jimmy, stuck his head out. He turned to her and looked her up and down. She realized she probably looked crazy with her old outfit on, accompanied by last night's makeup and her hair in a wild looking ponytail. He chuckled and opened the door for her to enter.
Inside the large room were a fireplace, several bookshelves and large pictures of Greek looking God's and Goddesses. She scanned the room and saw Nic sitting behind a large desk staring at her. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and black jeans. His hair was smooth and shiny, like he had just gotten out of the shower. His eyes...were beautiful. And cold.
"Have a seat, Enobong," Nic said. "Jimmy, can you call Raymond back in here?"
"Sure, boss," Jimmy answered, as he walked back out in to the hallway. A few seconds later, Raymond appeared at the door. "Yes, sir?"
"Raymond, did you tell the lady that I wanted her to change into the clothes I had provided?"
Raymond looked over at Eno, then back at Nic. "Yes sir. I did."
"That's all. Thank you, Raymond."
Raymond exited the room and Nic continued writing. Eno scanned the room again. Everything was neat and in order. She figured you could probably put on a white glove and swipe your hand across any surface, and you still wouldn't find any dust. She stared at Nic's profile. If she didn't hate him so much, she could actually be attracted to him.
After a few minutes, Eno started becoming nervous and impatient. She cleared her throat and Nic finally looked over toward her.
"Why do you continue to disobey me? It's not going to do anything but anger me and add more days to your stay here," Nic said, while leaning back in his chair. "I ask one simple request, and you don't do it. And for that display of defiance...you've just earned yourself another seven days. One more week. So you're now up to twenty-one days. Or I should say just twenty, since you somewhat pleased me last night."
"What?! You already added a week since last night!" Eno screamed. "You can't just add on more time, any time you want!"
"Yes, I can. That was part of the agreement we—," Nic stated calmly, before Eno became furious.
"You bastard! You snake, just like my dad always said! We're changing this agreement right now!!" she hollered, almost in tears and shaking. Eno knew she was being childish with her screaming fit, but she couldn't figure out how else to get it out. He was staring at her, not making a sound. She could only see his jaw flexing.
Nic got up from his desk and walked toward Eno. He noticed her backing up while trying to wipe her nose. 'Good,' he thought. She needed to be worried. When her back hit the wall, her eyes flashed with fear, which he quickly saw fade and was replaced with anger.
She didn't know what to expect. She was trapped by the wall, but damn if he would see her scared of him...even if she was. He quickly approached her and stared down at her, only a few inches from her face.
"Don't you ever interrupt me again. Don't you ever tell me what to do again. And so help me, if you ever yell at me again, your ass will pay the price, and I do mean literally," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.
Eno felt like crying. He wasn't her father! But something about the way he looked at her made her believe he was telling the truth. He was nothing more than a sadistic prick. She could feel the tears building up, and she could feel her eyes glassing over. 'Please don't drop, please don't drop,' she prayed to herself, willing her tears to stay on the brim of her eyelids.
"If you don't like the agreement we set, then you can leave. But I'm done with this discussion. I refuse to argue with you," Nic said in a low, menacing voice. "Now, put on the goddamn outfit, or leave. Your decision."
She tried to stare up at him with indignation, but she quickly lowered her head when the first tear dropped. "I still hate you," she spat out, not caring if he added another week.
"Just as long as you do what I say, you can hate me all you want," he said, turning his back to her. He walked to his desk, and sat down. "Go change. And wipe your makeup off, and let your hair down" he commanded, before he started jotting more notes down.
She walked over to the couch and retrieved the bag. She walked into the bathroom and did as he asked. When she changed into the lingerie, she realized what a beautiful sexy outfit it really was. The light blue complimented her honey-kissed, mocha skin. And the expensive, soft material felt divine sliding across her body. Were she on her honeymoon...this would have been perfect. She would have felt like a sexy princess. Instead, she was acting like a cheap woman to please some sick psycho who her father owed money to. Amazing how a different scenario could cause an outfit like this to make her want to vomit. She quickly wrapped the small white rob around her body and exited the bathroom.
Nic looked up when Eno walked out of the bathroom. His dick started rising to attention. The effect this girl had on him was ridiculous. She looked so timid and shy, but he knew she had a small temper underneath all of that. That she could be a wildcat if she wanted to.
Nic leaned back in his chair. "Come here."
Eno made her way over to his desk, slightly wobbling once due to how high her heels were. He reached out to grab her hand and brought her around his desk. Even with the heels, she was still much shorter than him.
Nic slowly began to open her robe. His eyes drank in her smooth dark skin and full beautiful tits. He placed his hands on her sides and lightly rubbed her stomach with his thumbs. He stared back into her face, taking in her dark brown eyes.
"Hey Nic--shït, sorry," Jimmy said as he barged through the door, then stopped, realizing that Nic was 'busy'.
"Yes, Jimmy?" Nic asked, never breaking his gaze from Eno.
"Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to interrupt, but Sunny Melaye is downstairs."
"Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes," Nic answered, while sliding the robe off Eno's shoulders.
"Yes, sir," Jimmy said, then closed the door behind him.
Eno shivered when the robe hit the floor. He gently lifted her and placed her back against the top of his desk, while he smoothly stepped in between her legs, which she wrapped around his waist. She watched his eyes as they stared at her lips. A part of her wanted to know what his lips tasted like. Were they as soft as they looked? Nic's face hovered over hers a few more seconds before he lowered his mouth to her neck instead. He began to lightly nip at her throat.
Eno tried not to like what he was doing to her, but she couldn't help it. His hands roamed over her body, burning it as they traveled. He was being much more gentle with her than he was last night. Slowly, his thumbs found the thin string of her thong, and slid it down her legs.
Nic pulled the underwear off and stuck them in his pocket. He unfastened his jeans and they dropped down to his knees. He leaned over her and placed the tip of his dick at the opening of her dripping pussy. He pushed deep inside of her in one fluid movement. He watched as her back arched and her lips formed an 'o' sound that never came out.
"Are you okay?" Nic asked.
This took her by surprise. She hadn't thought he cared if she were ever okay or not. Something in his eyes seemed genuine. She nodded her head.
"Are you on the pill?" She nodded her head again.
Nic braced his arms on both sides of her body and began to push deeper and harder with each thrust.
Eno knew that she had no way to hide her facial expressions from him this time. He was staring at her, watching every change in her emotions. He felt so damn good. There were no words to really describe it. He pulled the cups of her bra down and latched onto one of her nipples. His tongue rolled around the hard tip before he began to suck. At first, it was softly, but he began to suck harder, and then he bit her.
"Oww..."Eno whispered to him. He raised his head up with a grin, and attacked the other nipple, while massaging the bruised nipple. Eno felt herself falling deeper and deeper. She couldn't think, which was the first sign that she was about to orgasm.
"Nic, ooh, damn. Nic!" she yelled as she began to spasm, and her back arched while her eyes rolled back. For a moment she couldn't talk, as if she had been electrocuted.
Nic lifted off of her and began to pound into her soft love nest. He looked down between them, watching his shaft disappear and then reappear. The contrast turned him on and sent him over the edge. "Shît!" he belted as he finally came. He stilled himself above her, while trying to regain his composure.
Once he pulled out of her, he cleaned himself with the tissues on his desk and offered a clean one to her. Eno sat up and timidly took his offering.
Nic pulled up his pants, tucked his dress shirt back in, and fastened his belt. He stared at her for a few seconds longer before he walked around the desk and left the room.
Eno was so confused. A part of her wanted to go back to the loft. At least there, she felt like a prisoner and she could remember why she hated him. Yes, she needed to go back there. She hated when he just walked away from her after sex, like it didn't matter. Maybe that was best. It wasn't supposed to matter, right?
"So there he is," Sunny Melaye announced, when Nic finally made it downstairs. "Been waiting a long time here, Ibe. Wetin dey sup?"
Nic wanted to punch the arrogant fücker in the face. He hated this kid. Stupid asshole. He had known Sunny all his life. Both of their fathers were in the 'game'. And there had always been this superficial peace between both families, but underneath...they knew the deal. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Sunny had tried to pull a few business ventures from who he thought was an unsuspecting Nic, but that ended in several threatening phone calls, and then Sunny finally backed off. Probably due to his old man, Moses Melaye, who still ran their household. Nic had a lot of respect for the old man, but he couldn't stand his fücking kid. And being the only son of Moses Melaye meant that Sunny would eventually take over one day. So, Nic just had to deal with it.
"Nothing to concern yourself with. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Nic asked, not bothering to hide his dislike.
"Got some business matters to discuss with you. Mind if we do it over a game of pool?" Sunny smirked, already walking toward the billiards room.
"Sure, make yourself at home, hijo de puta" Nic muttered out of earshot, and Jimmy laughed.
When they entered the billiards room, Sonny immediately picked up a cue.
"So, we have a nice little investment with a new Korean group. They have a product we want. Only, we don't have the contacts for the runners who could help with this. Word is, you do. So, if you scratch our backs on this, we'll make sure to give you a nice cut."
Jimmy and Nic looked at each other. "And what exactly would that product be?" Nic asked, while handing Sonny a pen and paper. Sonny wrote down a word quickly, and then wiped his fingerprint off of the pen.
Nic quickly glanced at it, and then handed it to Jimmy, who immediately threw it in the fire.
"That's not something I deal with, nor do I care to. Sorry, can't help you," Nic stated, while grabbing a cue.
"Well, maybe you can be a good boy, and just give us your contact. You don't have to be involved at all."
"Well, as you know, I don't really like being a 'good boy'."
Sunny and Nic both stared at each other for a moment. "Okay. Well, I'll make sure to report that back to my father," Sunny said, while racking up the balls.

CONTINUED **********
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that your father didn't know—considering he has mentioned that he isn't into that type of business either. Maybe I should give him a call to explain myself," Nic said, leaning against the pool table. He knew he had just stuck the knife in and broken it off. He was certain that Moses Melaye had no idea that his fück-up of a son was about to start dealing drugs. Moses was just as against the stuff as Nic was.
Sunny narrowed his eyes at Nic. "Watch yourself, Nicky..."
"No. This is my house. You watch yourself, Sunny," Nic countered, while Raymond stepped a foot closer to Sunny.
Sunny glanced at Raymond, and then back to Nic. Suddenly a bright smile spread across Sunny's features. "Shït, man. Don't get all serious on me. Hell, let's just play some pool, drink and see where the night takes us."
Eno had tried waiting upstairs for Nic, but he was taking forever. She had to get out of here. And she was tired of waiting in his office. She walked to the door with the white, short robe wrapped tightly around her frame. She was about to step out into the hall, sans underwear, since he had taken them and stuffed them in his pocket. And as short as this robe was...one small bend, and she would expose her ass cheeks to anyone within viewing distance.
She slowly wobbled down the stairs in her 'too' high heels and made it to the main floor. She heard a few voices coming from another room, so she walked over there. She saw a guy in black standing with his back to the door.
"Um, I'm looking for Nic," Eno told him.
"Sorry, he's in a business meeting at the moment," the man said, and gave her a once-over. She knew what she had to look like. But she didn't care. She wanted to leave now!
"Nic!" Eno started to holler.
The young man's eyes bulged out. "Madam, abeg don't do that," he tried to whisper.
"Nic!!" she yelled even louder. After a few seconds, the door opened, and Jimmy was leaning through.
"Enobong--," he started, but was cut off as she pushed past him and entered the room.
Eno realized her mistake. She didn't know that he had SO many people in this room. And they all stopped and stared at her, in her barely dressed state. She glanced around the room until she saw Nic staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to reach another color. His jaws were tight and she knew that underneath that cool façade, he was mad as hell at her.
"Whoa! That's DEFINITELY not Bisi," she heard an unfamiliar voice say. She turned to the guy who was at the opposite end of the pool table. He was a nice looking guy. He was staring at her, with a big smile across his face.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" Sunny asked.
Eno looked over at Nic, who subtly nodded his head. She turned back to Sunny. "Enobong." But he had said she wasn't Bisi...who the hell was that?
"Enobong...I'm Sunny. What a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. You know what they say about Benin women" he said, winking at her.
Eno folded her arms across her chest. She was two seconds from rolling her eyes at this fool. "No, what do they say?"
Jimmy tried to choke back a laugh, as a small smile crept across Nic's face. This girl had spunk. Even though he was pissed at her, he could tell that she wasn't falling for any of Sunny's childish pick-up lines.
"Well, leave this ode, come home with me, and I'll show you," Sunny said, giving her another full body glance.
Eno felt extremely self-conscious. She was the only female in the room. And most of the men were dressed in black, and had stern faces, but she could see them eyeing her up and down. She jumped when she heard someone snap their fingers.
"I got it! Hey, you're a betting man, right Nicky? Wanna make a bet?" Sunny asked, as he patted Nic on the back.
Nic stared at him. He didn't trust this prick any further than he could throw him. But Sunny was right. Nic was a betting man. He had made several gambles in his life that had all paid off nicely. "What are the terms?"
"If you win, you get my car outside. My McLaren Roadster...my pride and joy. I'm sure you would enjoy riding that," Sunny smiled at him.
Nic thought for a moment. That was near a five hundred thousand dollar car. He had planned to get himself one, but now...he could be getting it for free. And the fact that Sunny really loved that car only sweetened the deal.
"Alright, and if you win?"
"If I win, I get your contact's info and the girl for a night...and I'm sure I'll enjoy riding that," Sunny smirked, leaning on his cue stick.
Nic immediately narrowed his eyes at Sunny. Motherfücker.
Eno sucked in a gasp. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. There was no way in the world she would sleep with another guy just because Nic lost a bet. Consequences be damned. She'd take her chances trying to hide with her folks. This guy Sunny was shaping up to be a real asshole. She couldn't wait to see his face drop when Nic tells him to go to hell.
Nic saw Enobong staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "Deal," he said, as he chalked the tip of his cue stick.
Eno felt as though she had been smacked across the face. She knew she had no reason to think that he would ever actually be loyal to her, but she still hoped that there was a small part of him that was decent...like upstairs less than twenty minutes ago when he had asked her if she were okay. But her hopes were probably in vain...
And neither man had the decency to even look at her while they were deciding her fate. She felt like she couldn't breathe. And no one in the room said anything, as if it's normal to use a woman this way. She glanced to the side, and noticed Jimmy looking at her. He quickly turned his attention to the pool table. But not before Eno thought she saw something in his eyes. Pity, maybe? She was humiliated, once again. And there was nothing she could do but stand there as these two men cheapened her. She would keep her eyes on the game. She couldn't bear to look into anyone's face at the moment.
Sunny broke first, scattering the balls across the table. Two striped balls went in the corner pocket. Sunny continued to pick off each ball one by one. It was happening so quickly. Eno swore that she could hear her heartbeat. She watched as he only had three balls left on the table. She chanced a glance at Nic. He seemed calm, although he kept his eyes glued to the table. Now he only had two balls left and Nic hadn't even had a shot yet. She started to panic.
"Shït!" Sunny belted out, when he finally missed a shot. He backed away from the table, shaking his head.
Nic calmly stepped up, chalked his cue stick again, while staring at the table. He looked over at Eno for a second, then made his first shot, sending two balls in. The entire room was quiet as Nic proceeded to pick off each colored ball one at a time.
Eno stared at Nic, as he glided around the table. His concentration was unbelievable. He was now down to two balls also. She held her breath as he took a long shot, slinging another ball into a pocket.
"Fück," she heard Sunny mutter.
Nic took another shot, knocking his last colored ball in. He stood up straight and stared at the eight ball which was in a hard position. Eno didn't know much about pool, but she could tell that the eight ball wasn't in an easy place, and she was sure he'd have to miss this shot. There was nowhere for it to go.
She glanced at Sunny, and he looked like he was holding his breath.
Nic bent over the table and slid the stick between his fingers twice then paused. "Eight ball, middle pocket," he said, before he made his shot.
Eno closed her eyes as she heard the two balls clank up against each other. But then opened them when she heard Jimmy loudly whisper, "Yes!" She looked, and noticed the eight ball was no longer on the table. All that was left were two striped balls and the white ball. He won! Yes!! 'Take that, Sunny, you slimy bastard!' she yelled in her mind. But then she had to stop her quiet celebration. Nic had just bet her to another man. What an asshole. Her smile immediately faded.
Nic handed his cue stick to Raymond, and leaned against the table, staring at Sunny. He held out his hand. "Keys?"
Any charming qualities or smiles that Sunny had been displaying earlier were all gone now. He looked as though he were ready to kill Nic. He quickly fished into his pockets and dropped the keys in Nic's hand.
"Let's go," Sunny barked at his two men who were standing off to the side. Eno had thought they were Nic's men. All of these guys seemed to travel with an entourage.
When Sunny's guys cleared the room, Jimmy walked over to Nic and patted him on the back. Nic glanced up at Eno. She quickly turned away and stormed out of the room. Raymond and another of Nic's men followed behind her.
Nic stared down at the table. He could tell that Jimmy wanted to say something. "What?"
"Nic, I'm not so sure you should have done that," Jimmy said, leaning against the table.
"I knew I was going to win," Nic stated, as he picked up the eight ball and rolled it around in his hand.
Jimmy nodded, "Yeah, but she didn't."
Nic turned to stare at him. "Jimmy, as a friend, I appreciate the advice. But as your boss, don't question me again."
"Yes, sir," Jimmy sighed, and walked out.
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Eno sat gazing out of the window, as she and Nic both rode in silence. He had insisted on taking her back to the loft himself. But he hadn't uttered a word to her, and she hadn't said anything to him either. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach into his pocket. When his hand emerged again, he had the thong that he had taken from her. He handed it to her, and she quickly slipped it on. She wished he would turn the music on or something to drown out the painful quiet, but he didn't. The silence gave her too much time to think. To reflect on what had happened. He bet her in a stupid game. Eno couldn't help it any longer. She had to know. "How much was that car worth?"Eno asked, still feeling the horrible sting of being treated so flippantly.
"Around five hundred thousand dollars. Why do you ask?" he said, glancing over at her.
Eno slowly nodded her head. "Just wanted to know. I see that you got the better deal. Had he won, I'm only worth seven million," she stated, as she turned back to the window.
Nic stared straight ahead. He refused to let her make him feel guilty. He made up his own rules and she would have to follow them. If he wanted to bet an opponent...then screw it, he would bet, no matter the consequences. She signed over her life to him when she agreed to take responsibility for her father's debt. She did this to herself. Or at least that's what he continued to tell himself. But right now, it was just the two of them, and he knew what he wanted.
After enduring the last leg of the car ride in complete silence, they finally made it back to the loft. Nic threw his keys on the counter and walked over to his massive wall of CD's as Eno sat down on the couch. He fished through them until he found the one he wanted. He placed it in the CD player and waited until the smooth sound of jazz came funneling through. He removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves. He saw Eno staring at him, but he continued to ignore her. He went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine. He walked back into the living room and handed a confused Eno a glass. He sat down on the love seat and stared at her.
"Dance for me," Nic said, while taking a sip.
"What?"
"Dance for me," he repeated. "I want a lap dance." Eno wasn't quite sure what to do. There was no manual to tell you what to do if you are ever trapped in this type of situation. Was he being serious?
"I've never done that before," she admitted.
"Not to worry, I won't laugh at you," Nic said, grinning at her.
"I mean, I can dance, but I've just never done the seductive stripper type of dancing." Victoria didn't know why, but she was embarrassed to admit that to him.
Nic flexed his index finger for her to come to him. She wasn't getting out of this. She took a huge gulp of her wine and quickly shook her head. Perhaps she shouldn't have downed it that fast. She stood up and walked over to him. Okay...it's just him. It's not like she was doing it for an entire club of people. She would just pretend he was her boyfriend, and that it was his birthday or something like that.
'Okay, I can do this,' she thought. Plus, she wasn't willing to have him add yet another week. She'd keep her mouth closed and do as he asked. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started swaying to the beat of the music. She turned around and gave him a great view of her backside. She playfully lifted the white robe up so that he got a quick shot of her ass cheeks with the thin light blue material separating them. She giggled. Yes, the wine was feeling really good right about now. She slowly slid the robe off and bent over until her hands touched the ground. She looked between her legs, and from her upside down view, she could tell he was enjoying what he saw. He shifted in his chair. She leaned up and turned around. She walked closer to him until her legs were touching his knees. Yeah, she'd just pretend this was her boyfriend. Actually, she was starting to enjoy it, but she hated admitting that to herself. She felt sexy...free. She wasn't used to feeling this way. Her life had been spent serving food to ungrateful customers and ringing up and bagging groceries.
Now here she was in an expensive loft, wearing expensive French designer lingerie with names she couldn't even pronounce and dancing for a wealthy, handsome mob boss or whatever he was. Like the commercials, life sure does come at you fast.
She began to slowly unhook her bra, and slide it off. She cupped her breasts and tossed her head back as she pinched her nipples. She looked at him again, and saw him lick his lips. 'His beautiful lips,' she thought. She then slowly hooked her thumbs through the threadlike material of her thong and pulled it down.
Nic watched in awe as she became completely uninhibited. She then shocked the hell out of him, and straddled his lap, completely naked. He was at instant attention. She started to grind her body on top of his. There was something intensely erotic about the fact that he was fully clothed and she was completely nude. And her body...Goddamn, it was beautiful. It was soft and one hundred percent feminine looking...like a young Nia Long. He had to have her!
He grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her back with one hand, as he bent down to assault the hard nipples that had been teasing him. He heard her moan. He used his other hand to quickly unbuckle his trousers and remove his stiff member.
At that moment, Eno didn't know if it was pleasure or pain that she was feeling. He was biting her nipple, and it hurt...but in a good way. She had never had someone be so rough with her. But she'd also never been so turned on before. He then released her hands and lifted her up by her waist, before pulling her back down onto his lap. She gasped as she was forced down onto all of his thick, long cock. It had almost knocked the wind out of her. For a few seconds, he didn't move, perhaps he was letting her adjust, but then he grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her face within inches of his.
He stared into her eyes. She waited to see if he was going to kiss her, but he didn't. Instead he whispered, "Do you want to cum?"
She slowly nodded. But he gripped her hair even tighter and yanked it backwards.
"Aah!" Eno squealed. His grip was painful, but it was driving her crazy. "Tell me what I want to hear," he commanded, wrapping his other hand around her neck.
"Yes, I want to cum," she whispered. With that said, he began to drive his hips up and into her wet vagina. The feeling was so intense and overwhelming that she couldn't breathe. She tried to grab hold of his shirt to steady herself, but the force of his thrusts was so overpowering, that she couldn't think. His hand tightened around her neck, while his other hand gripped even more of her curls. Was he trying to kill her or fück her? Either way, she would die a satisfied woman, because he was hitting all of the right spots.
His intensity was turning her on like she had never been turned on before. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her. But then suddenly he stood, with her still straddling him. She squealed again as he pushed the small coffee table out of the way, and gently placed her back to the soft carpet, without disconnecting their bodies. He began to fùck her harder and faster this way. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She could feel it...that fluttering feeling building in the pit of her stomach and pulsing through her pussy. Suddenly her eyes rolled back as she was swept away with the intensity of her orgasm.
"Oooh my God, oooh.....," Eno screamed as she came, until her voice was lost and no words were coming out. After the last of her orgasm washed over her, she felt him expand within her.
"Yaa!!" he yelled as he continued to pump his seed into her pussy.
Nic felt so good at that moment. Nothing relieved stress better than sex. Good sex. When he was done with the last drops of his essence, he rested his body on top of hers, but he still tried to support some of his weight with his elbows. He was still dressed, and now his shirt was sticking to his sweaty skin. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted and pouty. God, he would give anything to kiss them. But...he didn't want to confuse their relationship. So as difficult as it was, he resisted temptation. She had some soft curls that were wet with sweat and sticking to her face. Dear God, she was hot.
Eno finally opened her big brown eyes and stared up at him. She started to wiggle, and he figured his weight was starting to wear on her. He rolled off of her and onto his back. He turned his head and watched as she closed her legs and crossed her hands over her chest. He chuckled and stared back up at the ceiling. Now she wanted to be shy, he thought amused.
"Worth every penny," Nic muttered.
Shït! Why the hell did he just say that? As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. He knew he wasn't going to take them back, but damn if he knew why he even said them. Was he trying to hurt her?
She immediately sat up and stared at him. Then she got up and stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door.
He sat up and adjusted his penis back inside his trousers. He stood up and walked to the bathroom door.
"Enobong, open the door," he said.
No answer.
"Open the door now, before I add on another week," he said, leaning against the frame.
The door swung open, and she stood staring up at him with tears in her eyes. He sighed.
"I—I'm not some cheap girl that you can talk down to. I'm not, I'm not like other women you, you might know. You sh--should treat me with respect!" she said, stumbling over several words while trying to wipe her tears away.
"Respect? Enobong, you are not my wife. You are not my girlfriend. In fact, you and I have a business arrangement and that's it. You ask me to respect you, yet you're fücking me for money. Am I missing something here?"
She opened her mouth like she was about to say something, then suddenly closed it. She just stared up at him. She then lowered her head. "I'm really tired now. I'd like to go to bed." He turned his body sideways, so that she could exit the bathroom. She started walking down the hall towards the living room.

[/b]CHAPTER 3[b]
The routine for Nic and Eno stayed constant over the next few days. They spoke as little as possible to each other in the mornings, had phenomenal sex by night, spat words of hate before he left, and then they repeated the events the next day.
Eno was so confused. If she could magically make seven million naira appear out of thin air, she wouldn't keep one kobo. She'd throw that entire amount in his face, and stomp out.
But she had more pressing things on her mind. Next month's rent would be due soon, and she didn't have a single dime to contribute to her parents. What a crazy web she had woven. This had been the longest she had ever gone without working since she was thirteen, and at times it bothered her. She felt useless.
She sighed and placed the book she had been reading down on the table when she heard a knock at the door. She prayed it wasn't Nic. She just didn't have the energy to deal with him at the moment. Funny how much work it took to ignore someone.
She got up and looked through the peephole. Raymond, thank God. She had become used to his humorless presence. He was definitely a man of few words. Her car rides back and forth from the loft to Nic's mansion were usually composed of her humming or talking. She used to think she was mainly talking to herself, because Raymond never turned around to ask her any questions, or give her any reason to believe he had been paying attention. Until one day she had forgotten her place in a story she was telling him, and he repeated the last things she had just said. Eno sat there, just staring at the back of his head, absolutely amazed. Then she tried to quickly scan her memory over the past few days for anything she could have said negative about Nic, praying Raymond hadn't told anything.
Eno smiled at Raymond as she let him in. But before she could close the door, a small woman stepped in behind him. She looked...like no one Eno had ever seen before. She had two huge bags in her hands, and her eyelids had several bright colors of eye shadow on them. Her hair was a whitish blond color that was almost shaved on one side, but hung in a funky style on the other. And she was wearing a strange jumpsuit.
"Hi Enobong, I'm Yinka. I'm here to handle your dress, hair and make-up," the young girl said, smiling brightly at Eno.
"What? Dress, hair and make-up for what?" Eno questioned, looking back and forth between Raymond and Yinka.
Raymond answered, "Mr. Ibe would like you to get ready. That's all I can tell you, Ms. Enobong."
Eno nodded her head. She should be used to Raymond's cryptic messages by now. "Alright. Um, I guess you can follow me back to the bedroom," she said to Yinka. Eno noticed Raymond standing stiffly by the door. She sighed, "Raymond, he's not here. You can sit on the couch and relax. I think there's a game on tonight anyway."
She saw Raymond hesitate for a moment, but then he relaxed and walked over to the couch to sit down.
Eno walked down the hallway as she heard the TV turn on. She smiled to herself. Raymond wasn't half bad. Just a bit stiff.
She took a quick shower as Yinka laid out all of her make-up and accessories.
"Okay, this is the dress he'd like you wear. It's gorgeous, don't you think?" Yinka said, as Eno got out and dried off.
Eno stared at the dress. It was amazing. It was an exact replica of the white Seven Year Itch dress that Marilyn Monroe had worn...except this one was blood red.
Yinka helped Eno carefully fit into the dress. "Oh my, this is to die for on you! You have an amazing body. I can't believe he got the measurements right. When he came to me, he had to use his hands to describe your height and physical measurements," Yinka said, smoothing down the material. Then she giggled. "He said you reminded him of a black Marilyn Monroe."
If it could come through her skin...Eno was definitely blushing. She thought she was okay, but in her mind, she wasn't all that. And she blushed even harder at the thought that Nic had described every portion of her body to this stranger. Even if she was a friendly stranger.
"Um, thanks. I...I've never worn something so beautiful before,"Eno said, staring at herself in the mirror. Yinka quickly worked on her makeup and accessories. They chose to let the plunging neckline speak for itself, so the only jewelry she wore was a pair of diamond earrings. Yinka said that Nic had given her specific instructions regarding her makeup. He wanted it subtle. Nothing heavy. But when it came to her hair, Nic hadn't given her any direction.
"Hmm...do you mind if I straighten it and loosely pin it up?" Yinka asked, while staring at her thick, curly hair.
"You're the expert. I trust you," Eno said, smiling at the young girl in the mirror. She just didn't trust Nic. What had he planned for her tonight?
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On the ride over, Eno was nervous. She wasn't sure what to expect. When they pulled into the driveway, she couldn't believe her eyes. She saw several men and women getting out of their expensive cars, and waiting on the valet. Raymond drove past Mercedes, BMWs, Bentleys and every other expensive car she could think of. She shook her head as she thought about the fact that one could run a small corporation from the money that was put into these vehicles.
When the car finally pulled up to the steps, Raymond hopped out and opened the door for Eno. She flashed him a smile as she slowly ascended the steps leading into Nic's house. She was suddenly nervous as classical music filled her ears and the lights became brighter. Raymond escorted her down the main hall into a large ballroom area. Jesus, how big was his house?
Inside, she saw several people dressed to the nines. Some stopped to stare at her before they turned their attention back to their conversations. Raymond excused himself while she searched around the room looking for Nic, but she didn't spot him. She walked over to a long narrow table, which was lined with all sorts of appetizers. She didn't know what was what, but they looked really delicious and she was starving.
"Can I help you?"
Eno looked up at the young guy staring at her with a smile spread across his face. "Um, I'm not sure what I'd like. Could you suggest something?"
"Sure. Try this," the young guy said, placing a small appetizer onto a plate and handing it to her. "Trust me, it's really good. One hundred percent." he continued, with a smile.
Eno laughed at his open flirtation, and placed the small bite in her mouth. Damn, that really was good. Really good. "Thank you," she said once she finally swallowed the delicious food.
"Anytime."
Eno didn't really know anyone else there, other than Nic, Jimmy and Raymond, and they were nowhere in sight. So, she decided to stand by the table with her new 'friend'.
"My name is Anto by the way," he said, extending his hand to her.
"Eno. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," he said, giving her a once over. "You don't seem like the normal fare at these events."
"Excuse me?" Eno said, raising her voice slightly. What the hell was that supposed to mean? What, she didn't fit in with the wealthy?
"Hey, I meant no harm. That was actually a compliment. You don't seem like the regular girls I see here. You know, high maintenance, stuffed and pulled, evil stare...the works. Like her," Anto said, pointing to the tall woman that was gracefully entering the ballroom. She may have been all of those things Anto just mentioned, but she was still gorgeous. And extremely tall.
Eno looked down at her dress and smoothed it with her hands. She knew Anto meant no offense, but she decided to play hurt anyway. "So, if I don't look high maintenance, then I must look LOW maintenance, right?"
"What?! No! I didn't mean that. It's just that you're standing over here with me, instead of flaunting your diamonds and dress in front of everyone else. You just don't seem like one of them. That's a good thing. You actually seem more like...well, I mean, more like a girl I would date."
Eno turned to stare at him. He was definitely cute. His black hair was cut short, army style and he had tiny studs in both of his ears, a thin straight nose and lovely eyes. Yes, he was definitely handsome. He wasn't as tall as Nic, but he was still taller than she was and in good shape.
"I mean, not saying you would date a guy like me, but...okay, I'm gonna shut up now," Anto said, slightly blushing. Eno smiled and turned her attention back to the crowd.
Nic was over in a corner, sipping on his drink and trying his best to pay attention to some of the men talking around him. Mostly they were talking business. He knew that's why he threw these parties, but tonight, he really didn't feel like it. Earlier, Raymond had come to tell him that Eno was here, but he scanned the room and didn't see her. He wanted to know what she looked like in her dress. He had dreamt about it.
"Oh, hell," Jimmy whispered. Nic looked at him, and followed his eye line. Bisi was walking toward them as if she were a model on a catwalk. Her long hair bounced as she made a straight line for Nic.
"Hi Nic," she said, faking a smile as she reached their group.
"Bisi," Nic said, trying his best to be cordial to his wife. But he didn't trust her smile. She wasn't happy unless she was being mean.
"Funny, how you forgot to invite your own wife to your party," she said, staring at him.
"I didn't forget," Nic said, as he took another sip of his drink. The comment didn't go over Bisi's head. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Hey Jimmy, how are you?" she asked, turning to rest her arm around his neck, as she scanned the ballroom.
"Well, I'm--," Jimmy started, before she interrupted him.
"Who's that?" Bisi asked, while staring toward the food table.
They all turned to see who she was talking about, but no one said anything.
"Well, who did she come with?" Bisi asked, turning back around to face them.
"She came with me," Jimmy and Raymond blurted out at the same time. Shït.
Bisi looked from Jimmy to Raymond, before her icy eyes settled on Nic. He was the only one who hadn't claimed her, yet he was still staring over toward her. When he finally turned to look at Bisi, she gave him a smug smile before she flicked her hair and walked away.
Eno walked out onto the patio and stared out into the back yard. It was such a beautiful night, and the lights lit up the landscape. She would rather stay out here than go back into the stuffy party. She couldn't have felt more out of place.
"Lovely night," Eno heard a voice say behind her, interrupting her thoughts. She quickly turned and saw an older man walking towards her. He stopped and leaned against the patio rails.
"Yes, it is," Eno answered back, staring up at the sky.
"I'm Moses Melaye," the older man said, while offering his hand.
"Enobong," she said, staring into the man's kind eyes. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "Pleasure to meet you."
Eno tried to hide a smile. No one had ever done that to her before.
"Speaking of pleasure, are you here for business or pleasure?"
"Business, I think."
"Can I ask what business?" Moses inquired. But when Eno looked away, he added, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to pry."
"No, it's not that. It's just that it's embarrassing," she admitted.
"Then say no more."
Eno smiled up at Moses. He reminded her of someone, but she couldn't place it. He had gentle eyes. Such a contrast to Nic's cold stare.
"I married my wife on a night like this. I know, I'm Catholic, I'm supposed to be traditional...but she wanted a night wedding, and she seemed to be the only person who always got what she wanted from me," he said with a light chuckle. Then he sighed. Eno could tell he was thinking about her.
"Wow. I never really thought about a night wedding, but that actually sounds really romantic. Your wife is a lucky woman, considering you caved," Eno said, smiling at him.
"Nah, I was the lucky one," Moses said. "She actually passed away last year."
Eno's heart went out to him. She didn't even know him, but in their brief conversation, she could tell that he loved and missed his wife. Just the way he spoke of her. The look in his eyes. God, would anyone ever feel that way about her?
"I'm sorry," Eno whispered.
"Thank you. I do miss her, but I have my wonderful son to keep me plenty busy," Moses stated, with a hint of sarcasm. "Speaking of my son, here he comes now."
Eno turned toward the doors just as Sunny was walking out. She had to quickly hide her look of disgust. How the hell was this nice man related to this bastard?
"Hey pops. Well, well...hey Eno. How have you been?" Sunny said, smirking at her, before lowering his gaze to her cleavage.
"Oh, I didn't know you two knew each other," Moses said, staring at his son skeptically.
"Oh yeah, Eno and I go way back. Actually, she owes me a McLaren Roadster," he said with a wink.
The bastard would be so slimy to bring this up in front of his father. God, she wanted to kick him in the balls! Just when she was finally feeling good about herself, one sentence from him could tear her down and make her feel cheap all over again.
"I don't owe you anything, Sunny. Perhaps you shouldn't make bets with someone you know will beat you every time," Eno said.
She watched his face as his smile dropped. She figured that losing to Nic was something that happened more than he'd like to admit. Then just as soon as it had disappeared, he gave her an evil grin.
"Careful lady Enobong. Getting a little high and mighty..." then he leaned close to her ear, "for someone who lies on her back constantly."
If Moses Melaye hadn't been standing there, she would have smacked the hell out of him. Right then and there. He didn't know anything about her! None of these people did. They could assume all they wanted, but she was a hard working, good person. She had never dreamt of doing anything remotely close to what she had done for the past few days. They were judging her on less than two weeks time, instead of the past twenty-four years.
Sunny leaned up and smiled, now that he had gotten the best of her. "Well pops, I think we're needed inside for some quick business. Have a good night, Enobong," Sunny said, and turned to walk back inside.
"So nice meeting you, Eno...?" Moses said.
"Obaseki. Enobong Obaseki. Nice meeting you too."
"Ms. Obaseki. Thank you for giving this old man the joy of flirting with the prettiest young woman in the room." He smiled and followed his son. Well, perhaps the dress was a hit tonight. She watched him walk away, right as the tall woman that Anto pointed out sauntered toward her in her beautiful dark blue dress. No doubt Versace or something like that.
"Hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm Bisi Ibe," she said, as she stared down at her. The woman smiled, but it never reached her eyes.
"Hi. I'm Enobong. Ibe...are you Nic's sister?
Bisi threw her head back and laughed.
"You're so cute. But no, I'm his wife," she said, smile completely gone. It was replaced by an evil look, as she placed her slender, perfectly manicured hand on her hip.
Eno was stunned, and she was sure the expression she had on her face was priceless. She quickly closed her mouth. His wife?! He was married!! And doing what he was doing with her! She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Then she quickly put two and two together...and she remembered what Sunny had said a few days ago. 'Whoa! That's definitely not Bisi'. How much of a fool had she probably looked to all of the men in the room that day? Ugh, she hated Nic right then.
"So...how is it you know my husband?" Bisi asked, boring her gaze into Eno.
"I don't really," Eno quickly recovered. She wasn't about to let this woman intimidate her. If she and Nic were having marital problems, she needed to take it up with him. Not her.
"Then why are you here?"
"I was invited."
"By whom?"
Eno wanted to say none of her business, but that would be too much of a giveaway. So instead, she thought of another name. "Anto. He's the guy serving the appetizers. Over there," Eno said, pointing to the table. But Bisi never took her cold eyes off of her. Instead they slid down to Eno's chest.
"Are those real?" she asked.
"What?!" Eno coughed out. What was it with this chick?
"Your tits, are they real? I see so many fake ones that they are so easy to spot. But yours look real."
"Um, yes, they are real."
"Nic likes real," Bisi stated.
Both of them stood there for a moment, uncomfortably. Then Bisi laughed. "He was so pissed when I got mine done. He said he would have rather they been small and real, than fake and big. But whatever, they made me happy. All that matters, right?"
Eno doubted that Bisi actually wanted a reply, so instead, she kept her mouth shut.
Bisi gave her another once over. "That's a beautiful dress. Where did you get it?"
"I don't know. It's not mine. Bisi gave an evil grin. "It looks like this dress that I saw at one of my favorite stores. This French boutique that's to die for. All of their designer clothes are imported from Paris. It's a tad expensive...but that's also why I like it. What are the odds that you would have a dress from my favorite store? Bisi said, scanning over Eno's body. Letting her words sink in.
Eno shrugged feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment. No more words were needed for either woman to know exactly who the other was to Nic. Eno NEVER wanted to be that woman. The woman who sleeps with married men. She felt so humiliated. Every mistress's worst nightmare, meeting the wife. Mistress. Is that what she was?
"Come, you must meet Nic...since this is his house and all. Would be rude not to thank the host."
Bisi grabbed Eno's hand and practically drug her over to Nic's group before she could even protest.
"Hey darling, look who I found. This is Enobong. I don't believe you two have met." All eyes around the group went back and forth from Bisi to Eno. "Funny though, you guys said she came with you...yet she said her date was Anthony...or Ado, something like that. The waiter over there," Bisi pointed out.
Nic couldn't help but look over toward Anto. He felt an instant pang of jealousy that Eno would claim that prick as her date. In truth, he didn't really know the kid, but he better not dare touch her. Nic wasn't sure why he was thinking so possessively of her, but damn it, she was with him—end of story.
"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Bisi said, dragging everyone's attention back to Eno.
Eno exhaled. "Twenty-four".

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"Oh, I was twenty-three when I met my hubby Nic. Innocent, sweet twenty-three year old, until he corrupted me with his lifestyle," she said, giving him a small hug.
"Bisi, you were anything but," Nic said, taking another sip from his drink. Bisi laughed loudly. "So true."
Eno felt extremely uncomfortable. She didn't belong in this equation.
"Oh, and by the way sweety...next time you go to a party like this, don't stand by yourself for too long. People will think you came by yourself, and the only women dressed like you who show up by themselves are call girls."
"Bisi, watch your mouth," Nic warned, slicing into her with his cold stare.
Bisi faked being hurt. "I'm sorry, Nic. I'm just trying to help her out. I mean, we wouldn't want someone thinking she was nothing more than a LovePeddler, would we? Excuse me, I see my dear friend Sarah," she said as she stalked off, leaving a pissed off and hurt Eno in her wake. There were now officially two people at this party that Eno wanted to bitch slap. Make that three, including Nic.
Eno crossed her arms over her chest, blocking off part of her plunging neckline. Maybe Bisi was right...at least about the call girl part. Maybe she did look like a tramp compared to the rest of the women. She turned her head to the side, and stared over at Anto. She wanted to look anywhere but at HIM. She wanted to go back to the loft and take a shower, and forget this whole night. Anto was right...she didn't belong with this group.
She quickly wiped a tear before it fell.
"You look beautiful, Enobong," Jimmy said to her. Then he looked at Nic. "Okay if I take her for a twirl before my wife shows up?" Nic nodded and grabbed another drink from a tray passing by.
Eno was thankful for the distraction. She followed as Jimmy led her to the floor. He gently grabbed her around her waist. "Hey kiddo, don't worry. That Bisi has claws, and she enjoys shredding anything in her path. You held up pretty good."
"Has he ever done this before, Jimmy?" Eno whispered to him, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Was this some sick, twisted power trip?
"No, never. I mean, he's never had to. You should see the girls pulling each other's hair out to get into his clubs, his house...his bed. Let's just say there is a lot. So, this was all a shock to me. I didn't expect him to be really serious about it. You know, adding days and stuff," Jimmy answered, and then he brought her close to his body. "Heck, I'm drunk. I've said way too much. Please don't tell him."
Eno laughed and then sighed. She wasn't sure what to make of that. After a few minutes, Raymond surprised her by cutting in to have a dance. He was so tall and awkward that they both tripped over each other the whole time. Eno glanced over at Nic. He was staring at her. She quickly looked away. After a few more dances with some strangers, she walked back over to Anto.
"You're a big hit tonight. I see all the girls are hating on you," Anto joked, as he served another guest.
"Please...these women have everything. I'm...well, let's just say they shouldn't envy me in the least."
"I still can't figure out why you are here," Anto said, staring at her.
"Long story," Eno said, while popping another appetizer in her mouth.
Anto stared down at his watch. "How far Emeka," he yelled over at another waiter. "Can you finish this up for me. I wan comot. I dey late." Emeka nodded and Anto looked at Eno.
"You wan go real party?" Anto asked, with a devilish smile.
At that moment, Eno didn't really care where she went. She just wanted to get away from this hell hole. "Absolutely."
In Anto's beat up Golf, she felt at ease. She had only just met this guy, and already she was driving off with him. Her normal self...the Eno from several days ago, would have said no. But she felt like being a little dangerous. Being around dangerous men had its effects.
"Mind if I smoke?" Anto asked. Eno shook her head. He lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips and looked over at her. "You really do look beautiful in that dress. I mean, I don't know what you normally look like, but you are so hot."
Eno choked out a laugh. "Um, I think that's a compliment...if you're not disappointed with my 'normal' look."
"So, you'll tell me what you were doing there?"
"You first. Is this what you want to do, catering and stuff like that?" Eno asked. She had wanted to open up a catering business...but her father shot that idea all to hell, while he made her work endless hours in a dying restaurant.
Anto blew the smoke out of the cracked window. "Nah. I was just doing this as a part of my job. I work for Mr. Ibe. The way he runs his, um...well, his company is that you start from the bottom...kind of like a mailroom. I do odd jobs for him now and then, and judging on how well I do them, I get promoted. The waiter thing was just something I was asked to do if I wanted to make a little extra. I said, what the hell...I have bills. Might as well, right? Plus, I was hoping to be introduced to him tonight. I mean, I've met him once before only briefly. Man, that guy is intense. I would never want to cross him."
Eno listened to Anto talk about Nic like he was a God. So it wasn't just her that he had this effect on. It was everyone. "So, you want to be a criminal too?" she spat out, while staring out of her window.
Anto coughed. "Um, well, you shouldn't say things like that," he said, looking uncomfortable.
"Anto, I know what he does. He didn't get all that money in stocks and stuff, you know."
"Well, I mean, it wouldn't be bad to be like him. I mean, he's in his late twenties, and owns so much stuff. Everyone respects him...yeah, I could be like him one day." Eno shook her head.
"So, don't avoid the question, what were you doing there?" Anto asked.
Eno really didn't want to admit it, but part of her wanted to get it off her chest. To let someone know what a dick Nic really was. To ensure her that none of this was her fault. She was being manipulated by an evil man, which is something she tried to assure herself every day. But as the days passed, it became harder and harder to use that excuse. There were no bars on his loft. She was staying there of free will. Hell, just be honest.
"My dad owes him money, so to avoid him hurting my family, I'm sleeping with him," she blurted out, and then turned to see Anto's reaction.
His brow furrowed. "So wait...you're with Nic?" Eno shrugged and stared back out of the window. But she felt the car slowing down to a stop.
Eno turned to look at Anto. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"Um, Eno, I need to take you back. I didn't know you were his girl. Bleep!" Anto shouted, staring into his rearview mirror and then turning around in his seat, looking through the back window.
"I'm not his girl," Eno said, slightly raising her voice. She didn't belong to Nic. He had a wife that fit in just fine at that party. As far as she was concerned, he and Bisi were perfect for each other. Two tall, evil bookends.
Anto sighed as he turned off the engine. "Eno, he's my boss. And I've heard stories, you know. People sometimes go missing that cross him. Let me take you back."
There was no way in hell Eno was going back to that party. She wasn't a masochist. She didn't enjoy pain and humiliation and if she went back, that's what it would be like. "No, just drop me off down the street. I'll take a bus back to his loft. I'm not going back over to his house," she said, grabbing her purse.
"No, wait. I don't want you to do that either. Okay, okay, I'll take you to my place. See how much trouble a pretty face can get you into," he said, grinning at her.
Eno smiled back. "Thank you."
Anto pulled the car back out onto the road and tossed his cigarette out of the window. Eno didn't want to get him in trouble, but she doubted that Nic even cared. He had a house full of guests and he hadn't even danced with her or really paid attention to her the entire night. Maybe that was a good thing. He probably didn't even know she had left. She wondered what Anto thought about her relationship with Nic.
"Hey, do you think I'm a shitty person now because of what I'm doing with him?" she asked.
Anto shook his head. "Nah, not at all. Hey, do what you have to do, you know? Doesn't make you a bad person." Then he clicked on the radio and sang loudly until they reached a small house, with several people gathered out on the stoop.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Anto said, while grabbing her hand and leading her inside.
Inside the tiny living room, the music was bumping and everyone was drinking, laughing and dancing. A short guy ran up to them and handed them drinks. "Eno, this is my roommate, Seun. Seun, meet the lovely Eno," Anto said, taking a large swig out of the red plastic cup.
"Hi Eno. You too over dress for this party o. But you sexy die."Sean said, scanning over her body, settling his eyes on her breasts.
"Um, thanks. Nice to meet you."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to his idiotic outbursts," Anto said, as he guided her further into the small, cramped house. They immediately joined in with everyone else and started dancing. It was sweltering in his place. Her hair had fallen out of the pins and she was sure her make-up had sweated off by now, but she didn't care. Eno hadn't had this much fun in...well, ever. She rarely did things like this. She was always working so hard in school and in her father's restaurant. She never went out.
Then suddenly an old tune, Terry G's Free Madness came blasting through the speakers, and the entire crowd began jumping up and down. Eno threw her head back and laughed at Anto's dance moves. He was showing her all the moves. And toward the middle of the song, everyone yelled out, "Me I no be Mallam Spicy. What a night! It was in this moment that she missed attending the university. She had tried to but work always hindered it. But now, she felt like she belonged.
Anto moved closer to her, and the two started dancing more intimately, even though they were out of sync with the music. She noticed him lean down like he was about to whisper something in her ear, before his eyes were diverted in the direction behind her. He immediately stood at full attention and his eyes widened. Eno was just about to ask what happened, when she heard the music stop. She turned and her mouth dropped.
Standing by the door were Nic, Raymond and Jimmy. Everyone in the house was frozen, all eyes on the three menacing men who had just entered. Nic was staring at her, his dark eyes freezing her, causing her to shiver. He was dressed in a long black coat, giving him a dangerous look, like a hitman or something. He started walking towards her. Eno stared at him with wide eyes. She didn't know what to expect. He walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. She saw him lean toward Anto and whisper something into his ear. And she couldn't be sure, be she swore she felt Anto shiver beside her.
Nic turned and walked toward the door, Eno following closely behind him with his hand gripping her wrist tightly. With everything so quiet, her heels clicking against the floor was the only noise in the house. Eno didn't ask any questions. She knew he was mad, even though he seemed calm. Gave new meaning to 'the calm before the storm'.
She watched as Jimmy flashed his gun to a guy who looked like he was about start some trouble. The kid immediately stopped in his tracks. "You all have a good night," Jimmy smiled, as he turned and walked out, followed by Nic and her, and then Raymond.
When they made it outside, the cool air hit the sweat on her body and she shivered again. Nic opened the backseat car door for her, and she got in. He walked over to the other side and got in beside her. Raymond got behind the wheel and they took off. Jimmy followed behind in another car.
Eno was scared to look over at him. She knew he was seething.
"Nic, I--," Eno started.
"Keep your mouth shut until we reach the loft," he snapped, turning to glare at her.
Nic rarely got pissed to where he couldn't think straight, but this girl...she was causing that to happen to him a lot. He had wanted to talk to her during the party, but she had gone. And not just left, but left with another man! Oh, he almost kicked everyone out then. He was so pissed. Tonight he was going to make sure she got their arrangement through her pretty little stubborn head.
Eno thought it was best to keep her mouth shut like he asked. She sighed and stared out of the window. Another week added. She already knew it.
When they arrived at his loft, Nic greeted Ola as usual as they entered the elevator. Nic still hadn't said a word to her. She followed him into his place and closed the door. She watched as he started removing his jacket and tie. His eyes were burning a hole through her. She quickly looked down.
"Come here," she heard him say. She looked up at him and slowly walked towards him. She wasn't sure what he was going to do.
"This isn't working. I don't do business like this. You're free to go. I'll contact your father in a few days. I realize he's sick and I will take that into consideration," Nic stated, as he stared down at her.
Eno was shocked. What? She didn't know what to say. He was...kicking her out? After all of this time.
"So that's it?" she whispered to him.
"Yes."
"But, what about all of the days I've spent here with you?" Eno wasn't sure if she should feel hurt or not. For some reason, she felt a slight sting to her heart. She guessed he really didn't care.
"I'll take that into consideration also," Nic said, trying his hardest not to break. But he had to teach her a lesson. NO ONE got the best of him. No one made him look like a fool. There he was having his men search the mansion looking for her. It wasn't until Emeka, another man on his payroll told him Anto and Eno had left together. It took everything in him not to smash Anto's face in at that sad little house party.
Eno wasn't sure what to do. But she wasn't about to let him hurt her family. "Well, I'm not leaving," she said, sitting down on the sofa. Fück, their situation was so strange. Here she was refusing to leave his house and their 'arrangement'.
Nic stared down at her. "You can leave, or I can pick you up and put you in the car. Your choice."
"You can try," Eno said, daring Nic to back his words. Then she squealed when he rushed over towards her and picked her up. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble," he growled, as he threw her over his shoulder and walked toward the bedroom.
Eno's pussy started to tingle. She knew exactly what he was going to do...and was she anticipating it? Was she wanting it? Is that why she refused to leave?
When they reached the bedroom, he kicked open the door and roughly tossed her onto the bed, then quickly discarded his clothing. He grabbed her foot and slid her down to the edge of the bed. God, she looked sexy in that red dress. He had figured she would. He leaned over her and untied the string around her neck and slowly pulled the top down, freeing her beautiful chocolate globes to him. He kissed each nipple, before jerking the rest of her dress down and off her body.
Eno trembled. Yes, she had to admit, she wanted this. She waited with anticipation as Nic pulled her legs up and apart and quickly entered her to the hilt. "Ooh," Eno moaned as his thick length rammed in and out of her. It wasn't until this moment that Eno realized how sexually repressed she had been. At this moment, he could have been the screwing the devil, and she still would have succumbed to his need. Which was now her need. All was quiet in his loft except for the sounds of his grunts, her moans and the wet noises of their sex grinding against one another.
"You're going to quit testing me, Eno," he groaned out, as he thrust into her drenched pussy with each word he spoke.

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"You're going to quit testing me, Eno," he groaned out, as he thrust into her drenched pussy with each word he spoke.
Eno began running her nails down his back. He felt so deep inside her, and damn if she didn't want him to go further. As far as he could reach, despite any pain. But only one thing was missing. She really wanted to kiss him. To feel that romantic connection, even if it were fake. She rose up to kiss him but he bent down and bit her neck instead. "Aah!" Eno sucked in a gasp. Again, it hurt but felt good at the same time. How did he do that? She quickly forgot about the kiss and began enjoying the unbelievable feelings she was experiencing. A few more hard thrusts from Nic, and she began to orgasm as he roughly massaged her breasts.
Nic stared down at her. Her eyes disappearing into small slits, and her lips sensually swollen, just begging to be kissed. God, he wanted to so bad. He never considered himself a kissing type of guy. It was a useless act if you thought about it. He never got the pleasure that Bisi apparently did from kissing. He just tolerated it. As her husband, he felt obligated. But with Eno...his mouth itched to connect with hers. But in his mind, that would mean sex was more than just for his gratification. More than just an arrangement. Again, he resisted. A change in position would keep him from wanting to devour her beautiful, plump lips. Yes, he was about to teach her something he was pretty sure she didn't know.
Before Eno even had a chance to recover from her orgasm, Nic quickly turned her over. At this point, she couldn't move. She figured he was done, but to her shock, she felt something smooth and thick at the entrance to her ass. She immediately tensed. Wtf?! Oh, no, no, no!!
"Nic, wait, I--," she tried to get out, but he covered her mouth. "Ssh, just relax. You trust me?" he whispered in her ear. Should she? As her mind was contemplating that, her body had a response of its own, because she nodded her head and pushed her ass back into his groin, feeling his hard erection pressing between her cheeks. She moaned into his hand as he ever so slowly started to push the tip into the small ring of her asshole. She wiggled at the discomfort of the foreign object.
He removed his hand from her mouth and began to force his length further and further into her tight hole, as he held her pinned down to the bed.
"Ughh, oh my God...oh, Nic, I can't--," she mumbled, not fully breathing. She felt him shove his hand underneath her, while pushing into her ass. Her brain had stopped functioning at this point. This feeling was ten times more intense than anything she had ever felt. His hand worked its way down to her pussy, and the moment his fingers connected with her swollen clit, she saw stars. She went into another world in her mind, and her body detached. Her legs suddenly started to tremble and she figured she was probably drooling. She could feel herself already leaking onto his hand. She couldn't have come that fast. No way in hell. But the feeling was so mind-blowing, she felt as though her body had burst into a million pieces.
Nic stilled himself completely inside her. He was lying on top of her, with his groin tightly pressed against her round, perfect ass. Damn, she was so tight. He could barely take it. He was glad she had already come, because with her ass gripping his shaft so tightly, there was no way in hell he was going to last long. He was surprised at how quickly she had come. But at the moment, she wasn't moving. Her body had stopped trembling and he hoped she was still breathing. But hell, he had to finish. His balls were already starting to tighten, so he began driving in and out of her, pushing her soft body into the bed. He laced his fingers with hers above her head and started nibbling the side of her neck. He loved her hair when it was all wild and curly. It was beautiful, soft and smelled so good. He thought it was elegant at his party, but he didn't like it straight. He liked it the way it was right now, with his face buried in the gentle ringlets. Aargh! This girl drove him crazy. When he could no longer take the feeling of her tight asshole, he threw his head back and grunted, "Fück!! Oh, fück..." as he released his sperm deep inside her rear canal.

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Then silence. Only their heavy breathing penetrated the air. He was still lying on top of her. Neither one was moving. But he didn't want to hurt her, so he slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his back. She still hadn't moved an inch. He could get used to this. Being with her in bed like this after incredible sex. He wanted her to be on his arm so bad tonight. To be able to show her off as his girlfriend or his wif---wait, what was he thinking? He shook that thought completely from his head. Thinking like that could get him into a lot of trouble. This was a business deal, and he needed to treat it as such. No emotions. It only messes things up. He didn't get to where he was in life for nothing.
"Nic, why didn't you tell me you were married?" Eno quietly asked, with her head facing away from him.
"Because that had nothing to do with our agreement. And it still doesn't."
"But—"
"End of discussion, Enobong," he snapped. Eno itched to hit him with her pillow. Asshole. She lay there with a frown on her face, wondering how many times he had done this with his wife. She never thought she could have done the whole anal sex thing. She just wasn't raised that way. But damn if it didn't feel good. Better than she could have ever imagined. Sure, her ass was a little raw, but that brought a small smile to her face. It reminded her exactly how much she had enjoyed this new exploration of her body. So he had a wife...well, it wouldn't matter for long, because in a few days, she would be gone and he would be out of her life. Eno didn't bother to turn around when she felt the weight shift on the bed as Nic got up and walked out of the bedroom. 'Good riddance,' she thought, as she fell into a deep sleep.
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The next morning, Eno couldn't believe her eyes. She had thrown on some shorts and a shirt and walked out into the kitchen, finding Nic standing there, dressed down, in just jeans and a fitted shirt and sneakers. His hair was still disheveled from the night before, which gave him a little boy look. He hadn't gone home last night? Was she so out of it that she hadn't felt him get back into bed? He was standing there staring at her while drinking a cup of coffee.
Why was he still here? Granted it was his place, but still. She had gotten so used to him sleeping with her and then leaving. It made her uncomfortable for him to be here when she woke up. It irritated her. It was causing her to feel...something for him. Something that she didn't want to admit. It was bad enough she had to think about what she was to him when he was gone, but it was ten times worse when he was here with her. His presence just seemed to throw their arrangement in her face, confusing her.
She decided to go take a shower to clear her head. When she got out, she slid on some cute denim jeans, pulled on a white T-shirt and then put on an old pair of black and white tennis shoes. She made her way back to the living room. She grabbed her book and sat down to read.
Nic leaned against the counter and noticed her huffing and puffing, while turning the pages. Okay, he would try to be civil.
"What are you reading?" he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.
"A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up.
Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before.
"How to kill someone you don't like in two days."
Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.
Eno was sick of this. He needed to go back to the way he treated her before. This new way was causing her senses to go all over the place. She got up from the sofa and headed to the back to grab her handbag.
"Where are you going?" he asked, coming around to meet her. She ignored him and tried to walk by. He roughly grabbed her arm and slung her against his chest.
"I think you are quickly forgetting the rules here. Again," he said, as he walked her backwards until she bumped into the wall. "You will not disrespect me. If I ask you a question, you answer. And not in a smart-ass way either. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she pouted.
"Good. Now where were you going?"
"To the cinema."
"What were you going to see?"
"I'm not sure. I was going to see what was playing when I got there."
"I'll drive you," Nic said, releasing her arm and grabbing a set of keys from the cabinet.
"Oh, that's okay. I'll take the bus."
Ignoring her comment, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the loft.
The car ride over was excruciatingly quiet. She couldn't believe he was driving her. Damn, how many cars did he have? Raymond had dropped them both off last night, which meant he had to have a car here. And she had never seen this one before. It was a Silver SUV. She wasn't sure what kind, but the inside was immaculate and had that new car smell. Had he ever even driven this car before? She scoffed, probably not. Rich people sef.
When they arrived at the cinema, he got out and opened her door again, surprising her. They walked in silence to the ticket counter. "What movie did you want to see?" he asked.
"Um, it doesn't matter," Eno admitted, feeling strange. Was he going to stay?
He scanned the titles on the overhead screen, and picked an action film. She almost died when he said two tickets. She couldn't imagine him sitting in a dingy place like this. His taste just seemed too expensive to waste time on something this trivial. An opera house or museum maybe...but a cheap, dirty cinema with mindless films, she wouldn't have expected. Just didn't seem his style.
He placed a hand on the small of her back and led her inside. When they reached the concession stand, he asked her if she wanted anything.
"Um, just popcorn and a drink. C--Coke. Thank you," she stammered out. It was too early in the morning for popcorn, but she needed something to keep her attention off him once inside the dark theater. After he paid the girl behind the counter, he led her to their screen. There was only a handful of people there, so they sat down in the middle row. Eno was so nervous for some reason. She glanced at him, and he looked so normal. Like this was a...date...or something. He turned to her, and she immediately faced the screen again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reaching over toward her. God, was he going to stick his hands down her pants? That would be embarrassing, considering she was started to get wet. She tensed her legs only to have him reach into her popcorn and grab a handful and pop it into his mouth. She could have smacked herself. What kind of floozy was she turning into?
When the movie started, she tried her best not to look over at him. Thank goodness it was so dark, so she could sneak a peek here and there. He placed his arm behind her seat and her stomach fluttered. Ah! It's not like he was a crush or something. He was a cold, calculating ruthless boss. Not some responsible man that you would bring home to mom and dad. No matter how fine he was.
During the movie, he never laughed or got excited. He only stared at the screen, so she couldn't tell if he liked it or not.
But halfway through the movie, sleep started hitting her pretty hard. She tried to force her eyelids to stay open, but they started to get heavier and heavier. Before she knew it, she was out.
Nic looked over at Eno, watching her battle with sleep. It finally won, and she leaned her head up against his arm. God, she was so beautiful. Bisi hated stuff like this. If it wasn't clubbing or expensive lavish parties, she would rather not go. He had tried to take her to see a film months ago, and she turned her nose up at him. But here he was with Eno, actually enjoying himself. The movie wasn't that good, but it didn't matter. Just sitting this close to her, smelling her scent, with her hair tickling his arm, made him relax. He realized how stressed out his work made him. He was sure his men were wondering what the hell was happening. He was always available. He never turned off his cell phone. But at least for a couple of hours, he was off the grid. They would have to do without him. He stared at the top of her head, wishing he could lean his against her.
When Eno woke up, the screen was dark, and she was leaning her head on someone's shoulder. Nic's shoulder. She immediately jumped back, and realized she had drooled on his sleeve. He was looking at her. She scanned the theater, and everyone was gone, and the lights had come up.
"I'm sorry," she said, wiping her mouth. How embarrassing. Why had he not woken her up?
"No worries," he said, as he got up and waited for her to grab her handbag and trash.
Neither one said a word as they walked out of the theater. When they got in the SUV, Nic asked, "Want something to eat?"
"Sure," Eno answered. She hadn't really eaten any of the popcorn and had skipped breakfast.
"Burgers?"
Eno laughed for a second, until she realized he was being serious. "Um, yes. Sorry, I didn't think you ate things like that."
"I don't all the time, but I like them every now and then."
They got the meal to go, and when they reached his loft, he was getting out placemats when he noticed a box in the corner of his living room. He walked over to it, and picked it up.
"What's this?" he asked, turning to her. He smiled at her, when he noticed her mouth was full and she was mid chew of what apparently was a pretty large bite.
"Itzz Scwabble," she mumbled unintelligibly out of her full mouth.
"I know it's Scrabble. How did it get here?"
Eno waited a second to swallow before she answered. "I bought it the other day. It's one of my favorite games."
"You any good?" he said, grabbing his burger, and drink, and bringing it to the small table.
"The best," Eno said with confidence.
"Well, set it up."
Eno figured he couldn't be for real. She couldn't imagine him playing Scrabble. Or any board game for that matter. He seemed too serious and mature for that. This whole day had been strange.
As they sat on the floor, eating their burgers. Eno was really enjoying this. Strange or not, she hadn't really had any fun, other than Anto's party, since she first got to Nic's place. Actually, she had to go back further than that. She thought of her mum and dad. It was miserable there, too. She placed another word down on the board. Soden--meaning saturated or wet. Like her pussy. Then she turned the board toward him.
Nic took a big bite of his burger, wiped his hands and surveyed her word. "That's not a word," he said, as he turned the board back to her.
"Yes it is," Eno insisted, staring at her word again and munching on her burger.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
Nic stared at her. Something playful behind his eyes. "Are you willing to bet on that? Dictionary is right beside you."
Eno scanned her word one more time. Shit, it might not be one. He was really good at this game. She was already losing by over a hundred points.
"Okay, I give. It's not a word," she pouted, removing the letters from the board.
Nic laughed at her pout. "It would have been if you had one more 'd'. But spelled like that, it's not a word." He was about to place some letters down, when his phone started vibrating. He had planned on ignoring it, but he looked at the screen. It was Jimmy.
"Yes?" he said, when he answered. "What? Okay, no, I'll be there." He surveyed the board one more time, before quickly placing 4 more letters down. He turned the board toward her, and had just spelled a word that earned him 48 points.
'Damn him,' Eno thought. But before she could hand him the bag to replace his letters, he took another bite, scooped up his food, placed it in the trash and walked out. Eno sat looking at the door. She sighed and looked down at the board one more time. She already missed him. She had to stop this before she actually fell in love with the asshole. That's something she couldn't allow herself to do. Ever. She didn't really know him, and he didn't really know her. And she needed to keep it that way. Yes, starting tomorrow, she would behave differently.

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[/b]CHAPTER 4[b]
In the car on the way back to his house, Nic thought about his day with Eno. He realized he was overstepping boundaries. He never should have spent the night. He rarely ever slept in the same bed as a woman he'd just had sex with. Usually he'd politely, or not so politely, kick them out or just stop by their place and leave when the actual act was done. Bisi, being his wife, shared a bed with him until they couldn't stand to be around each other. Then she took another bedroom in the house, but that was before she had moved out over six months ago. Nic had every intention of leaving after sleeping with Eno, but when he returned from the bathroom, he went to gather his clothes from the bedroom and heard her snoring.
He had walked over to her side of the bed and stared down at her. His eyes slowly roamed over her naked body. Her smooth back which dented in at her small waist and then rose with the round curves of her perfect ass. His eyes traveled down her silky legs to cute tiny feet. He looked back at her face and at her soft lips which were slightly parted.
Nic had sighed and dropped his clothing back on the floor. He had gently crawled back into the bed and had fallen asleep staring at the back of her head.
He had hated to leave her without any explanation during their game, but in his line of 'work' the less she knew, the better for her. A two-timing snitch who had placed one of his men in jail, had finally been caught. The bastard had been playing all sides. Selling lies to Nic's rivals about him, and vice versa and then selling all of them to crooked policemen. Well, this time, he crossed the wrong people.
When Nic arrived at his house, he was greeted at the door. "How long has he been here?" Nic said, removing his jacket and walking briskly through the house.
"A few hours. We couldn't reach you," Jimmy said, as he followed in line behind Nic.
Nic quietly cursed himself. That's one thing he couldn't tolerate. Letting business matters slip. Shit, he should have turned his damn phone on. Eno was messing with his mind. He needed to get his act together.
"What's his name?" Nic asked.
"Michael Balogun. Apparently us and the Koreans aren't the first people he backstabbed."
Nic rolled up his sleeves, "But we'll be the last," he stated before he entered his basement.
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After their Scrabble game, Eno had sat up all night trying to figure out her new approach to Nic. She couldn't keep up this same routine with him. She couldn't keep letting him add days because she couldn't control her temper. That's exactly what he wanted. To keep her here for his own sick reasons. But...did she want to be there? No! Of course not! What was she thinking? Of course not... And she couldn't let things like their 'date' distract her. It wasn't real, and it didn't mean anything.
From here on out she would do all that he asked so that her time could pass quickly and they could go their separate ways. This seemed to be the only way. So what, he took her to the movies. Big deal. Who cared if he played Scrabble with her? None of those things erased this dreadful arrangement. She needed to get a grip. And she needed to figure out how she was going to pay this month's rent. Eno went to sleep late, with many stressful things floating around in her mind.
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The next morning, Eno woke up, took a shower and threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants, then heard a soft knock on the door. She looked through the peephole and recognized the white blond hair immediately. Eno smiled as she opened the door and Yinka stepped in followed by Raymond with several large boxes and bags.
"Hey Yinka," Eno said, while hugging the tiny girl. "Hey! How was the party the other night?" Yinka asked.
"It was alright. But your dress was a hit," Eno said. Yinka smiled from ear to ear. "Yes! I knew it would be. You looked amazing in it. Well, since you trust my taste...Nic sent me on a little shopping spree for you. I hope you like."
Eno shook her head. Why was Nic doing this? She then turned her attention to the big guy. "Hi, Raymond. Come to sweep me off my feet and carry me away from big, bad Nic?" Eno teased. She thought she saw a teeny, tiny smile in the corner of his mouth, but she couldn't be sure. He was such a teddy bear.
Yinka walked toward the back of the condo and into the bedroom. Raymond followed behind, dragging several boxes. Eno wondered if they had bought the entire store.
She watched in awe as Yinka hung up and folded different articles of clothing. She hung dresses and skirts together, jeans in one section and lounging and work-out clothes in another. Yinka placed different types of expensive shoes on the shoe rack. She smiled when she held up a brand new pair of black Yeezy's. "This was not my pick, but he said you liked them," Yinka said, laughing.
Eno stared down at her tattered, old Converse. She did like these shoes. They were comfortable. She looked back up and noticed Yinka placing several undergarments and a few pair of bikinis inside the drawers. What the hell? How long did Nic think she was staying? She only had a few more days left. And why was he buying her all of this anyway?! She was supposed to be 'paying' money off...not adding to the debt.
"Okay, I'm done," Yinka said, brushing her hands against each other. "Everything in there should fit you perfectly, but if not, give me a call, and I'll fix it," she said, while handing Eno her card. It just had her name and number on it.
"Thanks, I don't know what to say. There's just so much," Eno said, looking over the now full closet. She, her mother and father probably didn't have this much clothing combined.
"Well, women can never have enough clothes and accessories. Enjoy!" Yinka said as she bounced out of the room.
After they left, Eno went to examine the closet. She felt like she had her own little mini department store. But then her smile quickly vanished. She needed to realize that this didn't mean anything. Everything in this closet was for him, not her. So she could look somewhat decent beside him. So she could wear lingerie to get him off. It was just a game.
Eno sighed as she looked over the dresses. She chose a dark blue soft cotton dress with long sleeves. She picked out a pair of boots to go with it, and quickly pulled her thick hair into a high ponytail. She added a little mascara and clear lip gloss. She would at least try to look somewhat decent for him since she would be turning over her new leaf today. Make Nic happy so she could get the hell out of there.
Eno grabbed the cordless phone and dialed her parents' phone number. She chewed on her nail while waiting for someone to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey mama. How are you?" Eno asked.
"I'm fine, but where are you?"
"I—I can't really say. But I'm fine. Did Mr. Kehinde come by about the rent, yet?"
"Yeah. I held him off. We have to think of something. I only have half. Where are you again?"
"Mama, I can't tell you that right now. But I'm fine, trust me. And very soon, everything is going to be fine. And I'll try to figure out a way to get the other half. How's daddy?"
She heard her mother sigh. Eno knew that sigh. That meant her father was being difficult.
"He's alright, I guess. Just depressed. And that's causing him to be mean. Just a mean, old man. He asking where you are though. I guess I'll just tell him that line you feeding me."
Eno hated that her mother was having to deal with this alone. And here she was sitting up in some expensive condo pretending to live the high life. "Mama, I have to go. I'll, um, see about getting you some money really soon. Just...nevermind. Love you, bye," she said as she quickly rushed off the phone.
Eno had to do something. Her family had barely been getting by for years. Just when she thought there was no way, they always found one. She would find one this time too. She knew what she had to do. She really didn't want to, but she had to. She detested Mr. Kehinde, but she knew the only way out of this was to get an extension on their rent. She sighed as she grabbed her purse and walked out. Downstairs, Ola directed her to the closest bus. Nic usually didn't come by until later in the afternoon, so hopefully she would get back before he even realized she had gone anywhere.
Finally, after three bus changes and an hour later, she arrived at her neighborhood. She looked around at the broken down apartments and trash on the streets. It seemed like she hadn't been there in months...even though it had only been a couple weeks. She walked a few streets until she came to the rent office. She REALLY didn't want to deal with this man today. She couldn't stand him.
Eno walked inside the tiny building and knocked on his office door. "What?!" she heard him yell through the door.
She opened it and walked inside. She saw Mr. Kehinde leaning over his desk counting money. She stared at the middle-aged, chubby, short bald man as he looked up at her.
"Well, my favorite pikin. Shey you don get my money, Eno?" Mr. Kehinde growled at her. "Or you come here come beg...again."
"Mr. Kehinde, I know we are extremely late, but I had to leave for a little while, so I don't have my half of the money. But if you could just extend our deadline by two weeks, I promise, I can figure something out by then. Or I can give you half now, and the other half in two weeks."
She noticed his eyes roam over her body. "When you start to dey dress like this?" he asked.
"Mr. Kehinde, did you hear what I said?" Eno said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Mr. Kehinde shook his head. "You either pay me all of the money now...or you and your family are out on the street by tomorrow morning. You think you can play me. You come in here with new clothes, but yet you can't pay the rent. Nonsense." He then slowly slid his eyes down her body again. She hated when he looked at her. His sleazy eyes had been wandering over her body even when she was a young girl who would come in with her mom to pay the rent.
But there was no way in hell she was going to get that money by today. "Mr. Kehinde, I don't have the money now. But I promise, I can get it in two weeks," Eno said, almost pleading. It made her sick to have to do this.
Mr. Kehinde leaned back in his chair. His eyes roamed over her body for the third time. "Well, judging by those clothes, looks like you've finally been putting your assets to use. You know, we fit work out beta deal...I offer you that one last time, you remember?"
Eno felt sick. At that exact moment, she hated men. Did she have a sign on her forehead that read, 'Weak and poor...will have sex for money?' Why did men think they could treat her this way? She wanted to stab Mr. Kehinde with the letter opener on his desk. She didn't understand this new violent streak in her, but she loathed that man right then.
"Are you going to give me the extension or not?" Eno spat at him, trying her best to ignore his disgusting offer.
"No. But if you give me Mouth Action, I fit consider," he said with a smirk.
"Bleep you," Eno said, before she turned and stomped toward the exit. "I want that money today or you're out!" she heard him holler right before she slammed the door.
When Eno arrived back at Nic's condo she broke down. She hated feeling this helpless. Money. Money!! She wished she could shred it all and send everyone back to the dark ages. She laughed through her tears thinking about that. She walked into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. She tried to think really hard about how to get that money. She actually looked around Nic's condo and thought about selling something...but that would be dishonest and she couldn't do that. More tears seemed to come as everything looked useless. Not that crying helped, but crap, she couldn't stop the tears. She'd have to call her mum and dad and tell them to start packing. Mr. Kehinde didn't make idle threats. She had seen him kick people out before, including this little old Igbo lady, who had gotten behind on payments. He didn't care. Eno cried even harder thinking about Mrs Emenike sitting on her suitcase with nowhere to go. She had wanted to invite the lady into their apartment, but her father had said absolutely not. So, she watched from her window as hours passed until someone came to get the little old lady. Hopefully a family member.
Eno closed her eyes as more tears squeezed from the corners and ran down the sides of her face and into her hair. She took a deep breath when she felt the bed sink down. She quickly opened her eyes to find Nic hovering over her with both his arms braced on either side of her head.
Nic saw the tears in her eyes and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
He watched as Eno quickly tried to shield her face from him but that caused her to cry even harder. "Enobong, what's wrong? Did someone say or do something to you?" Nic asked, feeling the hairs rise on his arms. He was about to Bleep someone up.
Eno tried to speak, but it just came out in a loud, hoarse cry, "My family is go—going to be kicked out tomorrow morning. Be—because we can't pay the rent. God, I hate him!"
"Who?" Nic asked.
"No one. It's fine. I'll get over it," Eno sniffed, trying to pull herself together. She rose up on the bed causing Nic to stand. She quickly wiped at her tears. Why did she tell him her problems? Like he would actually care. It was his fault this thing was happening anyway. He was no better than Mr. Kehinde.
"Who is your landlord?" Nic asked again.
"Mr. Kehinde. He's such an asshole. Good riddance that we'll be leaving his place anyway," Eno tried to rationalize. She would have to call her mom in a bit and deliver the news.
Nic grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Grab your scarf."
Eno obeyed, but then asked, "Where are we going?"
"To pay Mr. Kehinde a little visit," Nic said, as they walked outside and got into his car. "What's the address?" Nic asked, while pulling out into the street.
"Nic, this is my family's problem. Not yours."
"That's not what I asked you. The address."
Eno sighed and told him, but then added, "I wouldn't even bother, he's a total slowpoke."
"Why were you crying?" Nic asked, ignoring her assessment of her landlord.
Eno didn't feel comfortable telling Nic these things. The less he was a part of her life, the better. But also...she knew that this was her day to turn over a new leaf and start playing this game Nic's way.
"Because I have jeopardized my family. They're getting kicked out because of me and my lack of being able to contribute. And because Mr. Kehinde said some mean and nasty things to me."
Nic squeezed the steering wheel. "What did he say?"
Eno told Nic, and he just nodded his head.
They arrived at Mr. Kehinde's building in less than twenty minutes due to Nic's impatient driving. When they got out, Nic told Eno to wait outside the door.
Nic knocked. "What?!" Mr. Kehinde yelled. Nic opened the door, walked in, and locked it behind him. He turned to look at the tiny, little man.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Mr. Kehinde asked, speaking around his cigar.
"I'm Nicolas Ibe," Nic stated and stopped to stare at the man's reaction.
Mr. Kehinde looked up again and dropped the cigar from his mouth. He quickly picked it up and stubbed it out in an ash tray. "Mr. Ibe! I-I've heard so many things about you. I don't th-think we've ever had the pleasure of meeting," he stuttered through his shock.
Nic ignored him and placed down several thousand naira bills. "Here's the money Enobong owes you. From now on, any money matters concerning her, you bring to me. Call this number. The person on the other end will know how to get in contact with me," Nic said as he slid a card across the messy desk. Then Nic leaned down and narrowed his eyes at the sweating man. "And if you ever harass or make another vulgar comment to her again, I'll bust your fucking knee caps and burn this shithole office down...with you in it. Tù entiendes?"
Mr. Kehinde's eyes grew even wider, if that were possible.
"Do-you-understand?" Nic bit out slowly, as he gradually pushed the desk closer to him until it was pressing into his chest, locking him between it and the wall.
"Yes," Mr. Kehinde coughed, "I understand."
Nic held the desk there for a few seconds more, before pulling it back. "Good. Now I think you owe Enobong an apology, correct?"
Before Mr. Kehinde could even say anything, Nic walked to the door and unlocked it. He called for Eno to enter. She slowly walked into the office and glanced back and forth between the two men. One calm, the other sweating.
"He has something he needs to say to you," Nic told her, then turned back around to Mr. Kehinde.
Mr. Kehinde swallowed loudly and looked over at Eno. "I just wanted to say sorry for the comments I said to you. Won't happen again. Eno just nodded and looked back at Nic. What had he said to Mr. Kehinde? He looked as though he were ready to piss his pants. Actually, he might have.
"Now that it's settled, let's go," he said, grabbing her arm and leading her out of the door, but then stopped. He turned back around and leaned back through Mr. Kehinde's door. "And heed my warning...most people don't get one," Nic whispered.
In the car on the way back to the loft, Nic and Eno were silent. Once inside, Nic tossed his keys on the counter and removed his jacket. Eno went to sit down on the couch. He couldn't help but notice how well the dress he had bought hugged her curves.
He started walking towards her when she spoke.
"Nic, you didn't have to do that. I owe you enough money as it is, and now I owe you more," Eno said.
"You don't owe me anything. Your father does. This debt that you're here for is his debt. You offered to pay it off, but he was the one who borrowed the money. You never asked me for the money that I gave your landlord, so you don't owe me anything."
"And the clothes?"
"Again, you didn't ask for them, they were a gift...so you owe me nothing," Nic said, sitting down beside her.
"But—," Eno started.
"Eno..."
"I know, I know...end of discussion," she said. She felt him lean closer to her ear, while the back of his fingers grazed her nipple. Then suddenly Eno let out a smile.
"What?" he asked. "This is the first time you are calling me Eno, it's always been Enobong". Nic also smiled.
"Did you like my gift?" he whispered.
She nodded her head yes, but then quickly remembered to speak up. "Yes, I did. Thank you." Okay, she would be nice and do the things he asked. She could do this until her time wound down. But she did want to ask one more question.
"Nic?" she asked, as he pushed her down on the sofa and buried his face in her neck. She heard a muffled, "what?" from him.
"What did you say to Anto at that party the other night?" She could feel him licking and sucking the side of her neck. Her skin felt tender there since that seemed to be his favorite place to bite her. She laughed to herself. Nic did kind of remind her of a vampire, although he wasn't pale. He actually had a nice, light, natural tan due to his heritage. But right now, she could feel herself getting wet for him.


TBC.

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That's between Anto and me," he whispered as he started unbuckling his pants. He slowly peeled her dress over her head, and removed her bra and panties. He licked and sucked her taut nipples as he massaged her swelling clit."Ohh, Nic...," Eno murmured.
"Do you want me inside you?" Nic teased, as two of his fingers worked their way into her tight, wet pussy. "Tell me, say you want it," he commanded, as his fingers seized her hair.
"I-I want you inside me," Eno whispered.
Nic removed his fingers and pressed his erection against her soft love nest and pushed roughly until he was completely buried inside her. He wrapped one of his hands around her neck and squeezed. Her eyes grew wide and she immediately tensed underneath him. She quickly grabbed his hand, trying to push it away from her throat.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax and enjoy it," he whispered as he tightened his grip and began fücking her brutally. He was driving in and out of her pussy with so much force that the couch started to slightly move under the intense pressure. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder so he could have more access, and his hand flexed and released around her neck several times.
Eno couldn't breathe. Literally. Her head was becoming light, but her pussy was quivering. She didn't know what the hell he was doing to her, but she didn't want him to stop. There was a slight chance that she could die of strangulation. What an embarrassing...satisfying way to go. Her mind was saying, "Focus on breathing!!" which placed all of her focus on the top half of her body, while he banged the lower half. It was a different, extreme feeling. She felt her orgasm building and her eyes rolled back as her body trembled. She felt the pressure of his hand leave her neck and he placed her other leg over his shoulder and banged her even harder, if that were possible.
Aargh, this girl's pussy was like kryptonite to him. He seemed to go weak and silly every time he was inside her. This is where he constantly wanted to be. He thought about it while he was on important business calls, when he should have been concentrating. He hadn't enjoyed sex this much since...well, a long time. And partly because he knew that there was a part of her that hated getting this turned on for him. She fought against it, and THAT caused him to get really turned on. Knowing in her own way she was playing hard to get.
He was hoping he wasn't hurting her, but right now, he was about to come and he wanted to get as far into her tight cunt as he could. He finally stilled himself inside her and released his first load. "Ugh! Damn, Eno...," he mumbled as he continued to pump his seed deep inside her.
Once he was completely emptied, he let her legs drop down beside him and he lowered himself on top of her. He could feel her heart beating. A steady fast pace. They stayed like that for a while.
"Me vuelves loco," Nic muttered to himself, before he sat up and slid his underwear back up.
Eno rose up and stared at him. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Nothing," he said as he stood and grabbed his shirt. He needed to get out of there. She was messing with his mind.
"Hey, I need you ready by seven. Jimmy's wife is having some guests over for dinner and they invited you. I'll be back then to pick you up," he said, as he rushed out of the door.
Eno sighed and walked to the bedroom to take a nap. She was already exhausted, and didn't really feel like going out again. She fell asleep thinking about Nic helping her with the rent. She still didn't know how she felt about it, but perhaps that was one less stressful matter off her plate.
When she woke, she decided to take a warm bath in his humongous tub. She leaned back and let the water pressure streams massage her back. She placed a warm washcloth over her eyes and tried to block out her crazy life.
After a few minutes, Eno decided to get out. She felt a little better, but she only had a few hours before the party, and she wanted to finish reading her book. She placed a white robe around her and walked into the bedroom to pick out an outfit.
Eno was about to slide on a pair of panties when she heard the TV turn on in the front room. She sighed. He was early and she was sure he was ready for round two. She made her way down the hall.
"Nic, you're not going to leave me with much energy for—" Eno started and then froze when dark eyes turned to glare at her. But they weren't Nic's eyes. God, give her strength. These eyes belonged to Bisi. She was sitting on the couch, shoes off with her legs pulled up underneath her. She had been flipping through the TV channels when Eno entered the room.
Both women stared at each other. Awkward.
"Hello," Bisi smirked, turning the TV off.
Eno tried her best to hide her frown. "Hi, Bisi. What are you doing here?"
"Well, technically I live here. This is, after all, my husband's place. So what are YOU doing here? I thought you didn't know him," Bisi said, standing up and slipping back into her 4 inch heels, placing her a little over six feet tall.
Eno sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Bisi, whatever is going on between you and Nic is your business. None of mine."
"Well, since you're fucking him, I guess it makes it your business too," Bisi stated, walking towards her. Eno braced herself. Because if this bitch touched her, she would smack the hell out of her. She didn't give a damn if it was Nic's wife or not. She was sick of people trying to run all over her.
"I mean, trust me, I know my husband is no angel. He was running around with other women before and after our marriage. He's handsome, he's rich, and in the bedroom...well, you and I both know what can happen. So I figure one little flaw like infidelity...who cares, right? As long as at the end of the day...he comes back to me."
Bisi continued to stare at Eno as she circled her.
"But that's where I'm confused about you. Why is he letting you stay here and attend parties? You can tell me. It will be our little secret."
Eno exhaled. "I have to get dressed. Excuse me," she said, as she pushed past Bisi and walked into the bedroom. She heard Bisi's heels following behind her. Why won't this crazy woman just leave?!
"I see he left his mark on you," she heard Bisi say. Eno turned around, "What?" she asked, irritated. Bisi pointed to her neck. Eno quickly turned around and rolled her eyes.
"You must be an even bigger slut in bed than I am, for him to still be with you," Bisi said.
Eno was done with this woman. She turned around quickly and walked up to her. "You know what, why are you here? Since you're so determined to make your business with Nic, 'our' business, then fine, I'll jump in. Why the aren't you with him? You're obviously not living with him and I didn't even know you existed until the party that night," Eno huffed out.
Bisi's eyes widened and then narrowed at her. "See this small girl, I can have him back anytime I want him," Bisi said, while flicking her hair behind her back.
"Then go get him and leave me the hell alone! If you want him so much. I'm not going to stop you, trust me!"
Bisi opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but then closed it. She turned and stomped out of the room. Eno heard the door open, but then heard Bisi yell, "Don't get too comfortable, sweetheart. Nic gets bored really easily...and it's just a matter of time before you're right back on the streets where you came from!" And then the door slammed.
Eno grabbed a hanger and threw it across the room. Damn, Nic. Damn, damn, DAMN!!!
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Eno hated these types of things with Nic. No one knew her, so she was pretty sure they all assumed she was some loose girl that Nic had picked up for the night. At least Jimmy would be there. He always made her feel more at ease. He treated her like a person and not some expendable trash.
Nic picked her up exactly at seven, and when they arrived at Jimmy's house, a tiny woman with brunette hair opened the door to greet them. "Hey Nic, looking good as always," she laughed, while giving Nic a hug. "Likewise—when can I steal you away from him?" Nic returned. She laughed and patted him on the shoulder, then turned her attention to Eno . "Hi, I'm Isabel, Jimmy's wife," she said, offering her hand.
"Oh, hi, I'm Enobong. Nice to meet you."
"Nic," Isabel said, "Jimmy and the guys are in the living room. Make yourself at home while I become acquainted with your guest."
Eno watched as Nic left her with this stranger. She stared at the woman. She was a cute petite woman with big brown eyes. She seemed the complete opposite of Jimmy, who was big and burly.
Eno felt a little at ease considering this was Jimmy's wife. Maybe she was as nice as he was.
"So, you're Eno...Bisi's rival," Isabel laughed, as she handed her a glass of champagne. Okay, maybe she wasn't as nice.
Eno didn't want to be rude to Jimmy's wife, so she said nothing as she sipped on the glass of champagne. But hell, she needed more than a few sips with the way her day had been going. She tipped the glass up and swallowed the rest.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that. It's just that I can't stand Bisi. She can die a thousand deaths for all that I'm concerned. Trust me, I barely know you, but I'm Team Eno all the way," Isabel said.
That shocked Eno. She stared down at Isabel and laughed. Okay, maybe Isabel wasn't so bad after all.
"Sit by me at dinner. I want to hear how you stole her limelight and her man at the party the other night. I arrived late, but I heard about it and I've been smiling ever since," Isabel said, smiling at her. She linked her arm around Eno and the two walked into the dining room together.
At dinner, Eno was introduced to everyone. Most of them were Mexican-Nigerian, and a few of them were related to either Jimmy or Isabelle. All of them knew who Nic was, and she was sure they knew what he did, but they didn't seem to care. They all told jokes and stories as the food was passed around. Food that was absolutely amazing. Isabel was probably the best cook ever, next to Eno's own mother. Isabel showed Eno pictures of her kids. She and Jimmy had three girls. Eno laughed at the fact of a big, scary guy like Jimmy having three little girls. Eno glanced at Nic, who was sitting opposite her at the table. She thought about Nic with a kid. He'd probably have a boy...who would get into as much trouble as Nic probably did as a kid. Eno looked at her empty champagne glass. She had already downed her second glass. She normally didn't drink, and especially not this much, but Bisi's words were still messing with her. Why was Nic doing stuff like this? Helping her with her rent and bringing her to an intimate dinner with his close friends. She was sure this was reserved mainly for family and girlfriends. Sure, she was invited by Jimmy, but Nic could have declined. She wasn't his girlfriend or wife like he kept reminding her.
Eno picked up the champagne bottle and poured herself another glass. 'Bleep Bisi and Nic,' she thought. Well, she wanted to hate Nic, but he had come to her rescue against evil Mr. Kehinde. But why? She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, Nic nod to Jimmy who was sitting beside her, and Jimmy moved the champagne bottle closer to him and out of Eno's reach. Well, at least she'd get to drink this third full glass. She started downing it. When she was done draining the glass, she knew Nic was probably staring at her, but she tried not to look at him.
Somehow the topic of conversation moved to the economy, and Raphael, a cousin of Jimmy's, decided to voice his opinion. "Man, the economy is so bleeped and those assholes in Aso Rock started all of this shit."
"Yeah, well perhaps there's no place for decency in the modern world," Nic chimed in.
It's like, get yours while you can and screw everyone else. Man, it's so cutthroat out there nowadays. You really have to watch your investments," said Isabel's brother Joe, while shaking his head.
"Well, regular businessmen fall by the waste side now. You have to come to the table with something extra or different," Nic added.
"That's right," Joe said. Eno was really starting to feel her buzz. She had been quiet the whole time, while everyone chattered on around her. But Raphael just had to call her out. "What do you think, Eno," he said. The whole table got quiet, waiting for her to respond.
Eno quickly glanced around the table. Shit. "Well, I always think there's a place for decency. At the end of the day, money isn't everything. It never was," Eno said. She shouldn't have had that last glass. She felt herself leaning in her seat. They might not be able to tell she was a little tipsy, but she could feel it.
"Yeah, but where does decency get you?" Nic asked. All eyes flew to him. "Some people live their lives trying to be decent human beings, and all that they get is screwed over by the world. Friends, lovers...," he turned to stare directly at Eno. "Fathers, landlords and even me. So I forfeit decency for power any day."
A couple of the men around the table mumbled in agreement. Eno just stared at him, and then down at her bread and picked a small piece from it.
"Well, decent people hold some power over the people with power that you just mentioned," Eno disputed.
"How so?" Nic asked.
The entire table were leaning on their elbows watching this verbal volley back and forth between Nic and Eno. She glanced at Isabel and noticed that she was smiling from ear to ear at her. Eno was nervous. She didn't want everyone paying so close attention. You could only hear the dogs barking in the background.
"Guilt. The power decent people hold over those who aren't, is guilt. Those that screw over people feel guilty," Eno stated. At least she hoped they felt guilty.
"Usually the people screwing people over, Eno don't have a conscience. They don't care who they hurt to get what they want. And at the end of the day, it's more about the chase than it is actually getting what you want. Once you have it, it becomes boring. And people like that also don't spare a glance back at the lives they've ruined. And when they lay their heads on their pillow at night, they sleep peacefully, and guilt free, because they don't have any sympathy for the weak," Nic stated calmly, and then took a sip of champagne.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, letting Nic's words sink in. Eno felt a familiar sting behind her eyes. He was talking about her. She wanted so badly to get up from the table and leave. But not before she told Nic off. She thought of the scene in 'The Color Purple' where Celie confronts Mister at the dinner table with the carving knife. That image made her snort out a laugh. Everyone looked at her again, but she quickly stared at her plate. She had drank way too much.
To break the uncomfortable silence, Isabel chimed in. "But, if you believe in Heaven, then your decency can buy you a one way ticket. Those who have sacrificed their humanity for the sake of a few bucks...may never see that." Jimmy smiled over at his wife.
"Issa, you are right. For those that believe in that, I'm sure the decent ones do go to Heaven. And that's probably not where I'm going, but I can tell you right now...the devil is going to have one hell of a battle for my soul," Nic said with a grin.
Everyone finally relaxed and laughed. Everyone but Eno. She stared at Nic. Why did he affect her so much.
"Speaking of battling the devil for our souls, I don't think there's a decent man among us tonight. So you're not alone Nic. We'll be fighting the battle with you," another friend said. More laughs erupted from the table.
"Us women are decent by nature. I'm a loving wife and mother of three," Isabel smiled. "So while you men are sweating an eternity in hell, we'll be living it up on the other side."
"I'm not decent," a woman over in the corner said, while smiling devilishly at Raphael. "Amen," he said, while he kissed her.
"What about you Eno, are you decent?" Joe asked. Eno looked up. Hmm, why hide the truth. Thank God for alcohol.
"You know, I don't think I am. I mean, I used to be a decent person before I came here and started fucking a married criminal for mon--," was the last thing she said, before Jimmy jerked her up. "Hey Eno, let's go outside for some fresh air," he said, practically picking her up. Isabel excused herself and followed behind her husband.
Nic remained seated and calm as the eyes around the table quickly glanced at him then down at their food. He got up from the table. "Excuse me," he said as he walked toward the back.
Outside, the cool air felt good against Eno's skin. She needed that. Jimmy placed her gently on a bench in their back yard, while Isabel wiped her face with a cool, wet cloth. "I'm sorry about that," Eno slurred to them.
"It's okay honey, we all drink a little too much," Isabel said.
"What am I doing here?!" Eno shouted at no one in particular.
"I'll take it from here," she heard Nic say from behind. Isabel handed her the cloth and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you," Eno mumbled as Isabel and Jimmy walked away.
Nic came around to stand in front of her. She didn't even have the energy to look at him.
"Eno, look at me," Nic said.
She slowly looked up at him.
"You can't let what people say affect you so easily. You have to be stronger than that."
Eno scoffed. Was he really trying to give her lessons on how she should live her life? Please.
"I'm serious. I'm not going to hold my tongue because you get pissed and cry."
"Why are you trying to give me words of wisdom? You don't give a damn about me, so just take me back to the loft, fück me and then leave, okay?"
Nic narrowed his eyes at her. "Fine, get your stuff and let's go," he bit out and turned to walk back into the house. But then he stopped and said, "Just know that for that little outburst and your disappearing act at my party...you've earned another fourteen days. Congratulations."
So much for trying to play the game his way, Eno thought.

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Later that night, after he left his loft, Nic stopped by his restaurant. Even though it was closed, he wanted to stay there for some peace and quiet before he had to go back to his house. There always seemed to be people around him there. Truthfully, he'd rather sleep at the loft tonight, but after he and Eno's angry sex, she rolled over and didn't say another word to him, so he was pretty sure she didn't want him there.
Nic stared down at the blank sheet of paper. He had a secret passion that only two people knew about, one being Jimmy. When he had tough decisions to make or was just stressed, he would draw free-style designs of buildings. He had actually gone to university for architecture and design, but he knew it was all in vain. He knew he would take over for his father some day, and when he graduated, he did. Even though he wasn't the oldest son in their family, he and his father both knew that he was the only one with the mindset to keep the 'business' afloat. But every now and then he was able to resurrect his private hobby. He had designed his club and the second restaurant. Both had turned out better than he could have imagined, especially his club.
But tonight, his stress didn't come from his job. It was coming from Eno. He had promised himself that he wouldn't let her get to him, but he wasn't making too good on that promise. Her words tonight at dinner affected him more than he thought. More than he wanted to admit. 'The power decent people hold over those who aren't, is guilt,' she had told him. He wanted to laugh it off. What power could she possibly hold over him? But...he did feel guilty. There he was trying to tell her not to let other's words affect her so much, but yet her words had touched him. In life, he usually had a take no prisoners attitude, but with Eno, she was a better person than he was. And she wasn't as weak as he thought. For a person who has no money or power, to hold her head up high despite feeling humiliated on a daily basis...that took some courage.

TBC.

thanks for d update. but Eno Mum being silent just cos she told her she is okay didn't go well with me, how can I stay while my daughter can't be seen. pls update keep d update flowing

Following till the end....

I actually love Nic's and Eno's love and hate story

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And she had looked so beautiful tonight, and almost happy, but he had to go mess it up by putting her back in her 'place'.
Nic sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He stared at the chair opposite of him and realized that just a few weeks ago, Eno had sat in that chair to explain her situation to him. She had come to him, probably scared and ashamed, looking for help...and how did he treat her? Like she didn't matter. If he were being truthful, he had just planned to Bleep her that night and get rid of her. He was sure she couldn't satisfy him the way he wanted, so he'd just take a few thousand off what her father owed him and call it even. But, when he had gone into his apartment, and she hit him and then threatened to cut him, that lit something in him. She wasn't a pushover like he had taken her for during their brief meeting. His stomach turned to think of how she looked at him when he had asked her to remove her clothes in front of him and Jimmy. He knew that if she had any other option...she would have taken it and probably kicked him in the balls on the way out. But she was desperate and he had taken advantage of that. He'd ripped her cheap black dress, not caring that it might be the only one she had. He could be an asshole sometimes. It never bothered him to be called that before, but now...for some reason, he didn't want Eno to think that of him.
Nic leaned his head against his desk. He knew that their arrangement was something that would end eventually, and she'd go her separate way, and he'd go back to his life. But, in the meantime, he'd try to make it up to her. He would treat her differently. Yeah, starting tomorrow, he'd turn over a new leaf with Eno. He smiled just thinking about her.
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Over the next few days, Nic tried keep his promise to himself to treat Eno better. But she didn't make it easy on him. At first, she barely said two words to him. He would ask her a question, and a simple "yes" or "no" would be her only answer. And when he tried to ask a question that would require more than those generic replies, she would simply turn to him, plaster on a fake smile and say, "whatever you want is fine". Oh, she got under his skin so bad. But he kept his cool. It was just a part of his nature. Remain cool and calm at all times. But Eno was seriously trying his nature. But he also realized it was her only defense against him. She couldn't physically beat him, so she would try to mentally overpower him. And damn, if it wasn't working! And just when he would be ready to snap, her words about 'guilt' would slowly creep back into his mind. He did feel guilty, and he found himself wanting her to be happy.
So, on several occasions, he would show up and beat her in a game of scrabble, or just sit and watch a TV show or movie with her. She seemed to like those sappy Zee world movies, and although it was painful for him to watch, he would. And during these times, slowly but surely, she started to warm up to him again and he even caught her smiling a few times.
The other day, he took her to an art museum. He actually never cared much for those types of things, but she seemed fascinated with it. She told him that she had never been to an art museum before. When she was in primary school, they had taken a trip to a museum, but had to pay for their own entrance into the museum. Her father was so tight with money, that she wasn't able to go, and instead spent that class period reading. That had made Nic feel even worse. But watching her bounce from painting to painting helped to quell some of that negativity. Although he found it all boring, she especially loved the paintings. She stared at them for several minutes, while he had stared at her. He also couldn't keep his hands off of her, and he kissed her neck or squeezed her ass every few minutes, while she would 'ooh' and 'aah' over each painting.
Eno didn't know why the change in Nic had happened, but he seemed different towards her. He quit taunting her with the fact that he was using her. At first she had resisted and tried to act like a robot. Only answer yes and no, and lie there in bed as he had his way with her, but no matter how hard she tried not to cum, it always happened, and he grinned at her, because he knew she was trying to withhold.
And another new development was the fact that she was able to spend more time at his mansion now. She started meeting more and more people that worked for him, as he openly flaunted her around. He even held her hand as they entered into several places. He still didn't introduce her as anything more than just 'Enobong' but at least he wasn't ignoring her anymore when there were people around. He would actually laugh and have conversations with her about different things. Yes, he had changed ever since Jimmy's party.
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"Whatever, you don't know anything about me," Eno stated, as she rolled off Nic, and onto the bed. She was exhausted from their intense sexual workout.
Nic placed his hands behind his head and nodded. "I know more than you think Enobong Grace Obaseki. Born in 1995. Lived here your whole life. You attended Bright Lights Secondary School and two years the University of Lagos. You've been working for your father since you were thirteen, you've had one boyfriend and were a loner. Oh, and you can't keep away from my dick. Anything else I miss?"
Eno scoffed. "Please, I can keep away. You can't! And besides, I don't have a criminal record, so how did you pull all of that?"
"I have people who keep me well informed."
"Still doesn't mean you know me though. And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Tell me something about you."
"Nicolas Ibe and I'm a successful businessman. End of story."
"How about something I don't already know," Eno said, wrapping the covers over her naked body.
"I remembered you from when I went to visit your father that day in his restaurant. You were wearing that shirt and short, tight khaki shorts. Yeah, yeah, I checked you out. You looked like a deer in headlights when I glanced at you."
Eno didn't believe him. He couldn't have remembered her. She had barely gotten a glimpse of him that day, before he entered the kitchen with her scared father.
"Was my hair up or down?" Eno quizzed.
"It was down and you had it pushed away from your face with a headband or whatever they're called," he answered.
Eno couldn't believe it. How the hell could he remember that? She had remembered him, but it wasn't every day that you got a guy like Nic walking into your restaurant. But he probably was just really observant, because he had barely spared a glance at her then.
"Okay, now a question for you. Grace? How did you get that middle name?" Nic asked.
Eno laughed thinking about it. Okay, growing up...my mom was obsessed with Grace Alele Williams.
"Are you leaving tonight?" he heard her ask in a small voice. He looked at her, wrapped in his sheets. He tried not to stay over too often, in order not to give her the wrong impression, but some nights, he'd be so exhausted, he couldn't help it. He thought she didn't care either way, but her look was hopeful. Did she want him to stay? He knew they had been getting along, but he still doubted that she actually wanted his company. He thought she more or less tolerated it.
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
Eno slid the sheets above her breasts until they reached her chin. She slowly nodded her head. She did want him to spend the night. She watched as he stared at her for a moment, as if deciding what to do. Then he pulled his boxers back down and got back into bed. She knew not to expect any type of cuddling, but just knowing he was there and not running out made her feel less like...well, less of an 'arrangement'.
"Goodnight," Eno whispered to him. She hugged her pillow, not really expecting a response. He didn't like anything sentimental. But as she was scooting into her sleeping position, she heard him say it.
"Goodnight, Eno."
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Eno was still on cloud nine from meeting one of her favorite actors. She had seen most of his movies, and when Nic had told her he was throwing the actor's thirty-third birthday party, Eno flipped. She was so excited! Nic had shut his club down for the private event. Apparently Nic had grown up with Mr. Big actor, and the two had stayed close throughout the years. And even during Mr. Big's speech, he thanked Nic, because for one of his best roles as a tough, street-smart guy, he had copied Nic's behavior from when they were kids. He then imitated Nic's cool demeanor and accent, and everyone laughed. It was a pretty good impersonation. And when Nic finally introduced Eno to the birthday boy, she was smiling from ear to ear. She tried to shake his hand, but he pushed it aside, and grabbed her for a big bear hug. But after about five seconds, Nic jokingly started to pull her away...but he also didn't remove his arm from her waist until after the conversation had wrapped.
The music was amazing, and Eno danced with groups of strangers most of the night. She had tried to call Nic over to dance with her, but he waved her off and continued to conduct a meeting in a dark corner of the club. 'He can't even have fun for one night without doing business,' Eno thought.
"So, how long have you known Nic?" Mr. Big asked, sneaking up behind her. He handed her a drink. Gosh, he was beautiful, Eno thought.
"Um, not long. We're just friends," Eno said, sipping her drink.
"So, since you're just friends, does that mean you're open to 'other' friends?"
Eno couldn't believe he was hitting on her. He was gorgeous and could probably have any girl in this club. "Um, I g-guess," Eno stuttered, and then quickly took another sip. She didn't know what to say to him, and he was eyeing her up and down.
"Good, here's my number. You should call me sometime, beautiful," he said as he jotted his number down on the back of some card. He handed it to her, right as she felt arms wrap around her waist.
"Hey," she heard Nic say behind her. But he wasn't talking to her, he was talking to Mr. Big.
"Hey Nic, mi hermano menor! Thanks for the party, I enjoyed."
"Glad you did," Nic answered, but Eno could feel his arms tighten around her and his voice sounded distant. Then she felt his cool lips against her skin, and he lightly bit and kissed her neck. Eno couldn't help it, before she could even think, she closed her eyes, loving the feel of his hard body against her back. But then she quickly opened her eyes to see Mr. Big, sipping his drink, looking really uncomfortable.
"Nice to meet you," Eno said to him, before Nic pulled her away. "Nic, that was rude," she whispered to him. Nic yanked the piece of paper from her, ripped it up and deposited it in the trash can before he took her hand and led her outside, where a limo was waiting on them.
"I have a surprise for you," he said, when they got inside. Eno kept asking what it was, but he just told her to be patient. But it was about a thirty minute drive away, so to keep her mind from wandering, she decided to teach him a game.
"Okay, you place your hands on top of mine and you have to look me in the face. When you think I'm going to hit your hands, you remove them, okay?"
"Alright."
Eno waited two seconds and then smacked his hands.
"Ow, what the hell?" Nic asked, looking at her.
"Nic! You're supposed to move your hands. Okay, you try to hit mine instead," Eno offered, placing her hands on top of his.
Nic still looked puzzled, but he stared her in the face.
"Ow!!" Eno screamed, as Nic's hands smacked hers before she could even blink. "That hurt!"
"Hey, you're the one that picked this pointless game," Nic said as he smacked her hands again.
"Oww! Stop hitting me so hard," Eno pouted as she shook off the sting on the back of her hands. "Besides, this is my secret way of getting all of my aggression out on you," she smiled.
"Yeah...how's that working for you," Nic smirked as he smacked her hands again.
"Shit! Stop it!" Eno shouted as she tried to land a punch to his shoulder. But before it could connect, the limo shifted and she fell on him, straddling one of his legs in her extremely short and skimpy deep orange dress. She tried to quickly push off of him, but he grabbed her hair in one hand and her ass in the other.
"Now, if you had told me this was the endgame, I would have played it a long time ago," Nic joked, as he kissed a trail from her earlobe and down her neck. Eno tried to move, but his grip tightened in her hair as he smacked her ass.
"Aah!" she squealed, but her body involuntarily started dry humping his leg.
"Damn, I want to be inside of you right now," he whispered, while he removed his hand from her butt and gently placed it underneath her dress to rub her wet slit. He had asked her not to wear panties, so he had all the access he wanted. "Mmm," she moaned into his ear.
"We're here, sir," Raymond said through the speakers. Nic gently pushed her back and pulled her out of the limo, before they got too carried away and forgot why they were here.
Eno searched around to see if anything looked familiar. But they were parked in a back alley. Nic grabbed her hand and led her inside a building and through the back hallways. Everything was so dark, but when they reached a set of double doors, Nic whispered for her to close her eyes. She shut them tight and followed closely behind him into the room.
Underneath her eyelids she could see the room getting lighter. She waited for his signal, and she felt him get behind her and nip her earlobe as he whispered for her to open her eyes.
When Eno looked around, she couldn't believe it. She sucked in a breath. Was this Tiffany and Amber? She was surrounded by so many diamonds she couldn't believe it. She had never walked into this store before because she knew she could never afford anything in it. The paper they print their receipts on was probably worth more than she had in her purse at the moment.
The way the light sparkled off of each piece of jewelry, lit up the entire room very brightly. When she finally came to her senses, she realized there was another man standing in the room. A short, tiny man with thick black rim glasses.
"Hi Mr. Ibe. Always a pleasure," he said, while shaking Nic's hand.
"Thank you, David, likewise. This is Enobong," Nic said, placing his arm around her waist. "Eno, this is David."
"Nice to meet you," Eno whispered, still a little in shock.
David smiled at her and turned to Nic. "May I, sir?" he asked, while reaching for Eno's arm.
"Sure. Eno...pick out anything you want. I'll be over here," Nic said, while he stepped to the side and pulled out his cell phone.
Eno looked at Nic, then at the jewel cases. This was too overwhelming.
"It can be overwhelming," David said, as if reading her thoughts. "Let's start with this," he suggested, while placing a thin rope with a sparkling diamond heart around her neck. Eno looked in the mirror at the beautiful necklace wrapped around her neck. How many women would kill to be in her shoes tonight. In the reflection of the mirror, she saw Nic leaning against the wall on his cell phone. He was dressed in his signature black coat. He was so tall and good looking that at the moment, this all seemed like a dream. Eno focused back on herself in the mirror. She stared at her reflection for a while, as she tuned out David's voice. Who was this girl looking back at her?
"Eddie, I'll be there. Aren't I always? Just make sure our figures are straight. And tell Jimmy--," Nic started, but stopped when he noticed David standing in front of him. "Hold on, Eddie. Yes?" he said to David.
"Um, sorry to interrupt Mr. Ibe, but she said she doesn't want anything."
"Come again?"
David wiped his brow. "She said she doesn't want anything," he repeated.
Nic looked towards Eno and found her standing by the door, looking at him. "Eddie, I'll call you back," he said as he clicked off his phone.
Eno watched as Nic walked toward her. She braced herself. She knew that he was probably so pissed at her throwing his gift back in his face. But she just couldn't accept it. Not this time.
"What's wrong," Nic asked.
"Nothing. I just don't want anything," she whispered back to him. He stood there staring at her for a few seconds. Then he turned and walked back over to David. "Thank you. And sorry for wasting your time," Nic said as he shook the tiny man's hand.
"Not a problem at all, Mr. Ibe. And please let me know if there's ever anything else I can do for you."
"I will, thanks," Nic said as he walked back over to Eno. He held the door open for her, and they walked back down the hallway. Raymond opened the doors to the limo and they got in. Nic sat leaning against one door, while Eno sat leaning against the other. Both were deep in thought and neither said a word the entire trip back to his loft.
When they entered, Nic removed his coat and turned to Eno. "I'm tired, so I'm going to go lie down for a few minutes before I have to go." She nodded her head, and he turned and walk to the bedroom.
Eno stood by the bar, just thinking about the night. What a strange night. A few weeks ago, she wouldn't have cared...she'd actually probably be glad...but now, she felt like shit that she had hurt his feelings. She should have just taken something small, but something was keeping her from doing it. Pride? Or something stronger than pride that was telling her that this isn't the way. Stand your ground and in the end you'll get what it is you really want from him. And what was that? His...love? Eno shook the thought from her head. She had too much nervous energy to go to sleep. So she crept into the bedroom and saw him lying on his back with one arm covering his face. His shoes were still on. She wanted to take them off so bad so he could be more comfortable, but she resisted. She wasn't his girlfriend. She walked into the closet and grabbed her bathrobe. She tiptoed out and shut the door.
Eno turned on the faucet and removed her clothes. She stepped into the large shower and immediately exhaled. The hot water massaged her body and she leaned against the cool tile, loving the contrast to the water. She closed her eyes and started humming 'In My Life' by the Beatles. She had heard the tune while waiting on the bus one day, and instantly fell in love with it. She was in the middle of humming the second verse when she heard the shower door slam. She jumped and turned around to find Nic staring down at her. He looked pissed.
She looked up at him while the water rained down on her neck and back. She pushed her hair out of her face and waited for him to speak.

Thanks for the update

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Nic will be like, Eno what hv u done to me? why can't I think straight whenever I hear ur voice. pls more update

Waiting for more updates. Thanks for the story.

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Please please update I love the story ericbertrand

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ericbertrand:
Next update on Saturday. It's going to be long

ericbertrand:
Next update on Saturday. It's going to be long

God you had me glued to my phone for two weeks now,I've been waiting patiently for your update.wow finally,can't wait for Saturday*perhaps I'd say goodbye to owambe*