So Not Love

Episode 1

Author’s Note: This story is based on what some unfortunate people go through in their marriages or relationships, so read and learn. Some scenes might be too hard to believe but trust me, they really happen.

I got married to the worst man on Earth. He was the exact definition of the devil’s incarnate. I never loved him but my parents had forced me into the marriage. I rued the day I had finally succvmbed to marry him since my mother wouldn’t stop lamenting and telling me how ungrateful I was while my father threatened to disown me if I didn’t accept the proposal. I had met my husband while I was going to Jamb lesson in Lagos. He had been 29 then, precisely 10 years older than I was. I was just a naive little girl who wanted to focus on her education and be a TV presenter. My husband, Daniel, had refused to give me a breathing space. He would come over to the Jamb lesson center and begin to confess how much he loved me and how he couldn’t get me off his mind ever since he laid his eyes upon me.

He had pressured me but I stood my ground until he suddenly appeared in my house unannounced. I had been in my room when my younger brother, Emma, had told me that my father wanted to see me and that I had a visitor. Curious and also puzzled, I had gone into sitting room to find Daniel laughing with my father as he sipped a bottle of maltina my mother must have offered him. I was angry. I felt like screaming at me but the respect I had for my father restrained me. Ever since that day, Daniel automatically became a member of the family. He came and went whenever he liked and no matter how much I tried to avoid him, my parents would never allow me. They stated that I should be glad that a wealthy and handsome guy like Daniel was interested in me and since I was the first daughter, I had to do the needful by giving Daniel some attention.

Things became worse after Daniel became financially helpful to my family. My father praised him and called him his son. My mother worshipped the very ground he walked on especially when he helped her stock up her provision shop. Against my wish but with the support of my family, Daniel had single-handedly sponsored my education and now he was the one paying the tuition fees of my two younger siblings, Linda and Emmanuel. I didn’t have a say to decide my life at this point. My opinion was tagged useless and childish. My father would blackmail me with the Bible verse which read: “Children, honour thy father and mother so thy days shall be long.”

He claimed that if he cursed me, nothing would ever go right in my life for disobeying him by refusing to marry Daniel, well if I had known what life had in store for me, I would have preferred to risk my father’s curse than throwing my life at the mercy of a man who had no iota of love nor respect for me. I got married to him when I was 24 and he revealed his true self after our wedding night on which he broke my virginity and treated me worse than a slave from that moment. He would hurl insults at my parents and my entire family and always remind me how he had picked me up from the gutters and how my family were nothing without him.

He called my father a stupid old gold digger and my mother, he tagged, an uneducated fool. If I tried to talk back at him, a punch immediately sealed my mouth so I was left to suffer in a loveless marriage which also came with domestic and verbal abuse. Yes, I was married but I wasn’t happy. Most girls eager for marriage didn’t know the pains that came with it when their desperation or the society’s persistence of “all your mates are married” pushes them into settling down with the wrong man. Most claim that they would rather cry inside a Hummer Jeep than in an auto-rickshaw but they have no idea that even money could never buy happiness or peace of mind.

I thought that was the worst of it until my husband woke me one night, a few months after our wedding and said: “Victoria.” He shook my arm vigorously since my back was turned to him.

“Uhmn?” I sleepily answered, wondering if he wanted to order me to go cook him something in the middle of the night as usual.


He partially lifted the duvet covering me in the partially dark room. “Are you n@ked under there?” He asked and began to grope my body with his hands.

I frowned but thankful that he couldn’t see my face. “No, I’m in my nightie.” I answered reluctantly.

“Are you wearing any panties?” He asked me and I gave a puzzled look.

“What is it?” I asked, trying very hard to hide my irritation from him to avoid a severe beating.

“Answer me my friend!” He barked.

“No, I’m not.” I managed an answer.

He partially sat up with his upper back propped against the pillows. “Good, I want you to grab the jar of petroleum jelly and bring it here.”

More confused, I sat up fully and turned to face him. “What do you need that for at this time of the night?”

He simply threw the duvet off his body to reveal his very hard d!ck which he slowly began to stroke to make it harder. Although my husband was s£xually endowed but I wasn’t s£xually attracted to him. Instead of turning me on, the sight of his precvm leaking penis only made me cringe.

“Are you planning on masturbating?” I carefully asked.


“No… I watched a porn movie in my office today and I just dreamt of it and that was why I woke you.” He answered.

“But what have I got to do with the porn movie? Do I in anyway share resemblance to the porn star?”


“You wish? You are nothing like her.” He said coldly. “Your type should be selling tomatoes in the market because you lack the charisma or seductive body of a normal woman meant to pleasure a man.”

I was angry now. “Then let me go back to sleep.” I said and began to adjust to lie down again when he roughly pulled my arm.

“Are you mad?” He shot. “Did I permit you to sleep? You see me this way…” He gestured at his er£ction. “And all you want to do is ignore it and go back to sleep?! May thunder strike you dead there!” He cussed.


I swallowed hard. “But what am I supposed to do? I can’t simply sit up and listen to you compare me to a porn star!”

“You are only useful for a few reasons. Go bring the jelly and coat it around my d!ck, then do the same to your anus.”

My eyes widened now and all traces of lingering grogginess disappeared. “What! You want to have anal s£x with me?!” I spat in disgust.

“And so?” He sounded apathetic. “What is wrong with that?!”

“Everything!” I spat. “How can you say that you want to have anal s£x with me?!”

“Oh…” He gave me a disgruntled look. “So what are you trying to say then?”

“I’m not going to do it.” I stared and angrily averted my face.

“You are not going to do it?”

“No!” I vehemently answered.

“Do you realize that I’m your husband and your body is mine to do what I please with?”

“And it is against God’s wish too that I allow you sodomize my body! it’s only proper that a man penetrates his wife the right way.” I protested.

“The right way, uh? And where is it written in the Bible that I can’t go through the back if I choose to?”

“Me, I don’t know…” I grumbled. “All I know is there’s no way I’m letting you inside my anus.”

“So you are going to deny me my right?” He sounded more pissed now but his voice was still calm but harsh.

I mumbled some words under my breath and kept my face averted with my jaw and and chin placed in my hand, supported by my elbow which was on my thigh then I heard him say in a warning tone: “Victoria, do this thing now before things will get out of hand.”

“I have told you, I can’t and I won’t do it. You just can’t keep making me do everything you see in porn movies, I’m your wife not some prostitute!” I said resolutely then angrily laid back on my side, turning my back to him, eager to go back to sleep and forget that my husband ever demanded such abominable act from me. I could hear him exhaling repeatedly in anger as he shook his right leg continuously which he often does whenever he was agitated. I tried to ignore him but I was also apprehensive. What if he decided to beat me up this night? What if he decided to grab the Vaseline and force himself into my sacred orifice, what then would I do?

In trepidation, I soon fell asleep and I forgot all about my worries until when I felt a warm torrent of liquid hit my face. I jolted up, gasping for breath and running my hands over my face but the warm torrent only shifted to aim at my face again. It didn’t smell like water at all and when I shielded my face with my arm, wondering where the liquid was coming from, and much to my shock, I realized that it was my husband, standing above me on the bed and urinating on my face.

To Be Continued…

#African
#forced_marriage
#violence
#regret
#dom£stic_abuse
#an@l_s£x
#inhuman

Episode 2

That day, I packed what I could and dashed to my parents house. When they saw me, my father’s countenance already showed that he was not pleased, having noticed the bag. He asked me to sit in the living room then asked me what had sent me running back or if I had offended my husband and he had angrily kicked me out. From the way he sounded, he was ready to accompany me back to seek his forgiveness.

“What did you do?” He asked me. “Did he throw you out?”

“No.” I mumbled.

“Does he starve you?”

“No, papa.” I answered.

“Does he beat you?”

I hesitated and my mother suddenly cut in. “Beating kwa, what’s ordinary beating? Papa Victoria, please some men only beat a woman to show just how much love in love with her they are.”

I stared at my mother in believe but I was not ready to go down an argument lane with her, her wrong perception of how love was shown by a man to a woman was the very least of my worries now. My father simply grunted and continued. “So what did he do?” He asked again.


“He…h…” I stuttered, too ashamed to say the world.

“Don’t you have mouth?” My mother suddenly snapped at me. “Can’t you talk? You left your husband and came down here not minding that he’s all alone and a woman needs to take care of him. Has he even eaten?”

“Mama, Daniel urinated on me this morning.” I mused.

My father sat up now. “Urinated how? Does he bed-w€t?”

“No papa, he urinated on me just like that when he should have used the toilet.”

My parents exchanged puzzled glances and my mother asked this time, gesticulating with her hands. “You mean Daniel brought out his John Thomas and released urine on you?”

“Yes Mama.” I could sense their agitation and I just couldn’t wait to see their anger against my husband.

Instead, my father sighed and leaned back into his chair. He looked pensive for a moment and when he finally spoke, he did without looking at me. “Go back to him.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Papa?!”

“Yes, you heard your father!” My mother cut in harshly. “Go back to your husband!”

I was panicking now. “Mama, didn’t you hear what I said, I said Daniel urinated on me.” I said each word carefully so that it sunk in just in case they didn’t understand me the first time.

“And so? What’s the big deal? When you married that good man, you said for better for worse! Are you the first woman whom her husband would urinate on? Why are you trying to disgrace this family? Why Adanna? Better take your bags and go back to your husband’s house because there’s no room for you here! That man is a blessing to our family, anything he does to you, take it that way after all, he has the money to pacify you afterwards.”

I was shocked and I didn’t know when I blurted. “But papa, he wants to have anal s£x with me!”

“Victoria.” My father called calmly.

“Yes papa.” I mumbled.


“Victoria.”

“Papa.”

“Victoria.” He called a third time.


“Yes papa.” I said, frowning deeply.

“How many times did I call you?”

“Three times papa.”

“I don’t know what anal s£x is supposed to be and I really don’t care. All I know is the Bible said a good wife must be to her husband and if you want to be a good wife, then you must do anything and everything your husband wants you to. After all he’s your husband and he’s entitled to do anything with your body. If he doesn’t uses it, who else will? My in-law has promised me a car this December and I’ll not be pleased with you if he should change his mind about that car simply because of your stubbornness. Victoria, all I can say is that you take your bag back to your husband’s house because as far as I’m concerned, there’s no room for you here.” Without another word, he rose and left.

When he was gone, my mother quickly moved to the seat he had just vacated. “Have you missed your period?” She asked me.

I frowned at her. “What kind of question is that?”

She gave me a disgruntled look and mimicked me. “Don’t you know that all your mates are already pregnant by now? What are you waiting for? Don’t you know that to secure your place in a man’s house, you have to get pregnant? Do you want him to assume that you are barren and throw you out?”

Honestly, I had been secretly taking pills to prevent my taking in for my husband. The last thing I wanted to do was raising a child for that monster. “Mama, please, I’m not in the mood.” I said dismissively and turned away.

“You are not in the mood? Are you mad? Why do you take everything with such levity? Do you realized that Daniel is the best in-law yet? He’s Godsent! Don’t jeopardize this good opportunity for us or I myself will make sure I bury you with my own hands. By next month, you must get pregnant! In fact, you must conceive twins! If you have any doubts, don’t worry, all I’ve to do is go down to the village and visit the dibia.”

“Mama, if the dibia was so good, why didn’t you go for a charm that will make papa rich instead of selling me off into a loveless marriage?!” I retorted.

“You are very stupid.” She told me. “You think if I was as educated as you at your age I would have settled for your father? See, Daniel has bought me all the good things of life which your father has been unable and will never be able to get for me. I have tasted riches because of Daniel and I’m not about to stop any time soon, so if you know what is good for you, discard any useless thoughts about love and focus on making your husband a happy man. I don’t know why God gave me such a dull daughter to be my first. You are just not sharp at all! You didn’t take after me in ways you were ssupposed to! I know that if it were your sister, Linda, she would have made me very proud!”

I glared at my mother. “If Linda was so good, why didn’t you make I marry Daniel then?”

“Simply because Daniel chose a dull one and we had no choice than to give him what he wanted. It still baffles me why you are yet to love this man. When there’s money, love should be easy and yet simply because he urinated on you, you came running back.”

Then and there, I had had enough of my mother. I rose, grabbed my bag and walked away without another word. She called out to me but I ignored her. When I got home, my husband was waiting in the lower balcony. He was leaned forward with his elbows on the railings and he was busy with his phone, probably chatting up with one of his numerous girlfriends as usual. As I got down the car and started for the main door, pulling my bag behind me, he smirked and said:

“I knew you’d come back. Your hungry parents can’t bare to lose a wonderful and generous person like me. I know your father is still looking forward to the car. I pray he gets crippled from it and that your mother with her incessant demand for money so she could buy the latest clothes and jewelries for her women association meeting, I pray the next jewelry she’s expecting chokes her to death. Your family of stupid gold diggers!” He hurled at me.

Tears sprang to my eyes but I said nothing and simply walked into the house. I wondered if my parents were aware of the degrading words he used about them if they would still want me to remain married to him. But Daniel was right after all, my parents were gold diggers. I was in the kitchen preparing semovita and vegetable soup when I heard footsteps. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw him leaning against the door jamb of the kitchen door completely n@ked and his eyes were fixed down on the screen of his phone which was in his right hand while his other hand was stroking his d!ck.

I stiffened now and swallowed hard and quickly pretended not to notice him as I stirred my steaming soup in the pot. I could hear a white female’s voice m0aning loud from his phone and I could tell he was watching a pornographic video. He had a ton of them of different races and types.

“What are you doing?” He asked me without taking his eyes off the screen of his phone.

“Cooking.” I managed to say then began to move around doing a lot of unnecessary things to pretend that I was very busy.

“Stop whatever you are doing and UnCloth.” He ordered. I pretended not to hear him and after a minute, he looked up and frowned. “Are you deaf?”

I stopped now and slowly turned to look at him. “Daniel, please this can wait, I’m almost done.”

“It’s like you are mad!” He said coldly and suddenly approached and turned off the gas. “You are my wife! If you’ll not let me go up that wretched hole that you are so protective of, the least you can do is at least let me have my s£xual rights any time I want it! UnCloth!”

I slowly began to unzip my dress and soon I took it off and tossed it on the floor. “Can we at least be civil about this and go to the bedroom?” I suggested.

He snorted. “This girl here is having kitchen s£x and that’s what I want.” He stated and suddenly grabbed my head and shoved me down to my knees. Direction his d!ck to my face, he broke into my mouth. I was scared to suck him off. I was even more scared to have s£x with him. Besides, hating our s£xual life, I had contracted s£xually transmitted disease from him on three occasions and I had had to go for treatment but I still had yeast infection which came at intervals and then disappeared for a while.

He began to thrust in and out of my of my mouth while his eyes remained fixed on his phone. Soon, he told me to get on my hands and knees and turn my back to him. I stiffened myself after obeying and as he knelt between my legs and positioned himself, he placed his phone on my back and forced himself into me then I heard him grumble: “You are too dry.”

I knew that I had he would not want to go through the stress of going to fetch the Vaseline but what he did next shocked me. He simply dipped his hand into a frypan of cooled groundnut oil which I had just finished frying chicken with then swabbed my vagina with it, even putting some into me before he slipped into me again with his eyes now concentrated on the screen of the phone on my back.

He pounded me hard, pretending that I was the porn star on his screen. He called me her name and continued to pound me as if his life depended on it. All I felt all through was pain and I couldn’t wait for it to end. When he soon reached orgasm and ejaculated in me. Immediately, he pulled out, I got up, hurried to the bathroom to take my birth control pill then dashed into the bathroom to vigorously wash my private part which after I had a warm bath to wash his touch off me.

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Episode 3

On Sunday, we went to church as usual. Since my husband was a very wealthy man, we were always given a special seats at the front, along with some influential couples. He was the most sweetest creature in the church and almost everyone looked up to him. I would hear some girls tell him that our marriage was just the exact same thing they wanted because I was always radiating in my expensive clothes and accessories but no one knew that he was a porn addict, a sadist and a woman-beater. No one knew what I was going through except the pastors. I had run to them several times to complain about my plight but all they told me was to go back home and keep praying for my husband because God was against divorce. They never called him to order because they were scared to lose such a huge contributor to the finances of the church.

In public, I’ll smile as wide as possible to mask my sorrow. I would apply enough makeup to hide a bruised face or cut lip yet other young girls in my peer group were dying to take my place. All they saw was the expensive cars and the house I lived in but they were never concerned about if I was really happy in my marriage. After service and all the pastors and other ranking members had exchanged pleasantries with him, we walked to the car in the hot sun and was soon soothed by the air conditioner in the car.

After waiting for close to three minutes and I noticed that he made no move to turn the key in the ignition, I gave him a puzzled look and asked, “What are we still waiting for?”

He was craning his neck to stare through the windshield and when I followed his gaze, his eyes were fixed on a fair girl who was chatting away with some friends in front of the church. “Do you know her?” He asked me without taking his eyes off the girl.

I took a cursory look at the girl and shook my head, “No, why?”

“She’s very beautiful.” He said and I frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should get down the car and go and talk to her.” He said to me.

I drew back in shock. “What do you mean by I should go and talk to her? About what?”

He gave me a scornful look now. “Why are you so beautiful, yet daft? don’t you understand what I’m insinuating? Must I spell it out to you before you know what you are supposed to do?”

I remained adamant then stammered, “I… I don’t k..know what you want me to do o. All I know is that I don’t know that girl. I have never even seen her before, so I don’t understand what you want me to go and tell her.”

“Alright…” He gave me an impatient look and leaned back. “Go and ask her where she’s going to, I want to give her a ride.”

“Are you indirectly asking me to go and woo a girl for you and bring her to this car?” I asked in disbelief.

“And so? Is it your father’s car?” He snapped at me.

“How can you send me on such a demeaning errand! Have you forgotten that I’m your wife? You’ve no iota of respect for me!”

He scoffed. “I don’t have time for your drama this afternoon. What good is a wife who’s never fun and is always dry. You have never been w€t in your whole life. You are too rigid and it feels like I’m married to a fellow man. Tell me, why the hell should I limit myself to you?!”

“Why speak like you are not already cheating on me with different girls already?” I fired back.

“And yet what can you do? Nothing! You know that you can never leave me because I made you what you are today! You are the first graduate in your family and you owe that to my generosity. If I had not come into your life when I did, you should probably be hawking bread by now or selling Okpa at the bus stop! You are a nobody, Victoria! Read my lips, a nobody! You had better get down this car and go bring that girl here or you won’t like what you’ll get when we get home!”

I was at the verge of tears now. His insults had sunk so deep and stung me hard. “Daniel, at least if you want to cheat on me, accord me my due respect and do that far away. I have suffered enough, why would you choose to rub your infidelity in my nose? Can’t you just go do this far away? At least respect the house of God!”

“May thunder strike you and your family dead! Are you working for me? Are you the head of the family? Since when did you have the right to tell me where to do my business and where not to! In fact, I’ll not sit here another moment with you…” He leaned over and opened my door. “If you will not go and bring that girl here yourself, just don’t bother coming home, now get down!” He ordered.

“Daniel…” I called in a teary voice, my hands on my chest. “Me?”

“Who are you? You are a daughter of a nobody! A daughter of gold diggers that’s what you are! Victoria, get down now!” When I hesitated, he suddenly threatened. “Do you want me to push you down? You want to embarrass yourself here right? I said get down!”

Helplessly, I got down the car, wiped the tears that were threatening to spill down my face then walked towards the girl and her friends. When I stopped by her side, luckily, her friends were just leaving. As she turned to go, I stopped her.

“Excuse me.” I called her attention.

She paused and partially turned to to me. “Me?” She asked and I nodded then she pulled closer. “Good afternoon.” She greeted and I could see how her eyes shone as she took in my dressing and hungrily eyed my gold accessories but I pretended not to notice. Her reaction to my dressing had already told me that she was an easy catch.

“Hi, my name is Victoria.” I introduced myself and I had a strong conviction that my husband was keenly watching us.

“I’m Dora.” She replied.

“I believe you were about to go home right?” I asked.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Any problem?”

“My husband and I just want to give you a ride, hope you don’t mind?” I gestured towards the car.

Immediately she saw the car, her eyes brightened then she turned to look at me. “Not at all.” She said. I simply led her to the car and she deliberately moved to my husband’s window. “Good afternoon sir.” Her accent suddenly changed. It was thinner and s£xier now.

“Good afternoon my dear, how are you?” I heard my husband ask her.

“I’m fine sir.” She answered with a fake shy smile.

“I hope you enjoyed today’s service?” He asked.

“Of course sir, I was blessed.” She stated.

“Glory to God.” My husband replied then added. “Please go around, come in.” As she walked in front of the car, my husband quickly said to me. “Victoria, sit at the back.” When I gave him a defiant look, he bit his lower lip hard and gritted. “If you mess this opportunity up for me ehn, I’ll make sure I break your hand. Go to the back!”

Reluctantly, I opened the door and got into the backseat. The girl saw this and hesitated in confusion but my husband quickly assured her. “Oh, don’t worry my dear, just come in. My wife doesn’t mind. Trust me, she doesn’t even like sitting in the front.”

“Okay…” She skeptically said then took my place beside him. As we drove home, he began to ask her personal questions about her and they totally forgot I even existed. Somehow, on the course of the journey, he managed to convince her to go home with us. When she hesitated, he assured her yet again that I wouldn’t mind and she had obliged. I was angry and ashamed but there was nothing I could do. When we got home, he asked me to go prepare semovita and Egusi soup for her and that I should make sure that I stocked her plate with enough chicken. I served her at the dinning with a bottle of wine while she ate with my husband and I could hear them laughing like they had known each other for years. When they were done eating, I cleared the table and went to do the dishes. By the time I was done, I walked into the sitting room to meet a shocking sight.

The girl was relaxed on my couch and my husband was on her, sucking one of her bre@sts through the unbuttoned part or her blouse. I was speechless. As I turned to go, my husband stopped me and ordered me to follow them up to our bedroom. He practically carried her up the stairs in his arms and I wondered if the girl had no shred of dignity left in her. She didn’t even have a conscience. I was sure that my husband had bought what was left of it with enough promises to make her fall at his feet.

Against my wish, I followed them up the stairs to our bedroom and watched him place her on the bed. Something he had never done to me before. He asked me to sit in the single armchair and watch how a real woman pleasured a man. I tried to leave but he threatened that if I did, I should just simply pack up my things and leave his house and knowing that I had no where to go to, that my siblings would have to drop out of school and that my parents would never forgive, I say put. He gently stripped this lady n@ked to my bare eyes, grabbed her b00bs in both hands and began to suck them one after the other. I could see that she was a bit uncomfortable with the way she kept glancing my way at intervals but my husband went on with whatever he was doing.

Soon, he sat down at the foot of the bed and asked the girl to suck his d!ck and do it slowly so that I learned from it. She knelt down between his legs and began to suck his d!ck and lick it so skillfully that I marveled at just how many d!cks she would have sucked. I watched my husband m0an and urge her on and when he was satisfied, he rose and placed her in from of him, telling her to kneel down on the foot of the bed in a doggy position. Glancing at me as he guided his hard d!ck with his hand to her vagina, I watched him sink in and I almost covered my face with my hands but he called my name sternly and I quickly drew my hands away and watched him began to thrust in out of the girl as his fingers sunk into her fleshy buttocks. Soon he began to pound her hard and her buttocks would shake vigorously at each impact while her bre@sts dangled underneath.

I was devastated. Never did I imagine that such a thing would get to happen to me in my marriage, that I would get to watch my husband make love to another woman and I could do absolutely nothing about it. It also surprised me that a single girl would agree to sleep with a married man especially before his own wife. What happened to women looking out for their fellow women? Why should women contribute to the sorrows of an unhappy marriage. I was lost in thought as I stared blankly at my husband who now had the girl’s legs on his shoulder and was yet pounding her. Soon, he suddenly yanked himself out of her and spilled his semen on her bre@sts. He stroked himself till the last drop while she laid there with gooey semen on her bre@sts.

When he was done, he directed her to the bathroom where she had her bath after she had defied my matrimonial bed. She had her bath and came out a few minutes later clad in my towel. She soon dressed up and my husband gave her a wad of cash then ordered me to go fetch her a cab. After she left, I went to the back of the house, sat down on the floor and went bitterly. I almost cursed my parents for forcing me into this marriage. I cried till mucus was dribbling down my nostrils. I was helpless and if this was what marriage was all about, I just wanted to go back to being single.

“God why me?!” I lamented. “Why me? What have I done to deserve this? What?”

I was still lamenting when I heard my husband’s harsh voice, “Victoria!”

Quickly, I got up, wiped my tears as best as I could with my hands and hurried to meet him.

Episode 4

Two weeks later, my in-laws came to spend the Easter period with us. My husband’s younger brother and his younger sister came to the house and I was almost relieved that at least with the presence of his siblings, he would minimize his ill-treatment towards me and hopefully his chronic philandering. One morning, I was cleaning the sitting room with a w€t rag when the brother whom I was just a year older than came in carrying a pile of clothes in his arms.

“Victoria.” He called me and I paused my work to look at him.

“Yes?”

“When you are done, I want you to wash these clothes.” He dropped them on the floor.

I stared at him in disbelief. “What happened to your hands?”

He frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

“Last time I checked, you are not handicapped, which means that you are well enough to do your own laundry.”

“And why would I be in my brother’s house and still wash my own clothes?” He asked.


“Why should I wash your clothes when there’s also a washing machine for you to use?”

“I don’t want the washing machine, it doesn’t wash my clothes clean.”

“Then simply use your hands. If you cannot do that, go and call your girlfriend to do it for you. I’m not your maid.”

His eyes narrowed in anger now. “The very day you married into this family was the very day we owned you. I’m your in-law and a man for that matter and you owe it to me to treat me the same way you treat my brother.”

I scoffed and then clapped my hands in disbelief. “If you are so desperate to be treated like your brother, why not go and get married. After all, your mates out there are already taking up their own responsibilities instead of feeding off their brothers.”

All of a sudden, he advanced towards me and struck me on the face with his hand. Stunned, the rag dropped from my hand as my hands flew to my face. “You slapped me?!” I asked in shock.

“Yes and you’ll get a severe beating if by the time I return and my clothes are still unwashed. You gold digger! I wonder why my brother is still putting up with you? You are classless! You should be happy that we even accepted you into our family, you wretched-slut!”

I was about to retort when my husband came down the stairs and soon his younger sister who must have heard us, appeared from her room too. “What’s going on here?” My husband asked.

My hand was still on my face as I stared at him with tears-filled eyes. “You brother slapped me.” I told him.

He turned to his brother. “Kenny, is that true?”

His brother quickly explained to him and told him that not only had o refused to obey him, I had also insulted me. My husband simply pulled my hand away from my face and scrutinized my cheek. “It’s not that serious. He didn’t leave a mark.”


I gaped at him in shock. “Your brother just slapped me and this is all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to send him away from my house all because of a harmless slap? Is that what you want, to cause a rift in my family? Listen Victoria, before I ever married you, I had my brother and there’s no way on Earth that I’ll do anything negative to him all because of you. You are at fault here. How would you refuse to wash his clothes? What kind of wife are you? Just clothes and you are proving so stubborn.” Turning to his brother, he said, “And Kenny, you can’t just do things like this. I understand that she can be very stubborn and unnerving but next time you want to slap her or lay your hands on her, seek my permission first!” Then he dismissed his brother and simply turned and walked out of the house without another word to me while my eyes followed him in speechless shock. I knew he was going out and soon I heard his car leave the compound.

When both men were gone, I stood there numb and the sister sympathetically approached me, took my hand and led me to the couch where she made us sit and the first question she asked was, “Why are you still here?”

I gave her a confused look. “What do you mean?”


“Despite how my brother treats you, you are still choose to remain here, why?”

I sighed. “I’ve no where to go.” I mumbled.

“What do you mean by you have no where to go? Can’t you gather enough money and get out of this city? Fine, I know that he’s my brother and I have tried talking to him several times but even me cannot tolerate this nonsense that you are taking from him from any man. He doesn’t love you, he doesn’t treat you right, he cheats on you and doesn’t even care to hide it, he beats you up at the slightest provocation and yet, you’re still here, do you want to go to an early grave?! Can’t you grab any cash and disappear?!”

“I don’t have any money of mine. Your brother did not let me have a bank account of my own. He gives me only cash and for only specific reasons such as hairdo, clothes and groceries, besides that, he doesn’t give me any other money.”

“And you can’t save the least you can savage from such money he still gives you?! You are a graduate for Christ’s sake and yet you have refused to go take up a job all because my brother asked you to be a housewife and promised to give you a certain amount of money monthly, now where is that money?”







“He sends it to my parents monthly.” I answered.

She was taken aback. “What! Why would he do that?”

“It was my father’s idea. He claimed that the family needs the money more than I do since I’m already being taken care of by your brother.”

She heaved a sigh again that was of despair. “All these happening to you is the fault of your parents. And honestly, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t even have agreed to get married to my brother in the first place just to please my parents. I would jeopardize my future for any body, not even my family. Look, they are over there enjoying everything, while you are being treated worse than a slave here all because your parents chose to sell you for their own selfish interest! You had better find a way out of this stupid mess you have found yourself!” She finished and rose to her feet. She walked to the spot her brother had dropped the clothes, packed them in her arms and said, “as for these stupid boy’s clothes, they are going into the washing machine. You are not his slave!” With this, she started to walk away then paused. “Victoria, a word of advice from a sister to a sister, anytime you find anyone who can make you happy or treat you better than my brother, go for it, you have my full backing. It’s better to be with a poor man and be happy than with a rich man who never fails to remind you that he picked you from the gutters!” Then she walked away.

A month’s later, on a Friday night, after my in-laws had left three weeks earlier, my husband called me from the office and asked me to dress up that we were going to the club. I was surprised because the last time he took me to a club was before he married me. He specifically instructed me to wear something s£xy and that was just what I did. He came home at 9:30 p.m. that night and honked outside the house and I had to go out to join him in the car. When he saw how I looked, he nodded in satisfaction and drove off.

We soon reached the club and the way he was hailed by the bouncer and some of the men inside the club made me know that he was a regular in the club. The men all gave me curious glances as we walked past them. My husband took me to a couch facing the dancefloor and the bar and asked me to sit down then he summoned a waiter to get us a bottle of wine. The club felt choky and too crowded with people. A lot of people were dancing on the dancefloor and the music was almost deafening. The different smell of sweat and perfumes had mixed up in the atmosphere to form something that would have made me light headed and faint.

I saw a lot of girls in seductive and revealing clothes. Some clothes were too tight or were almost nothing. n!poles could be seen through some transparent tops and showing off of navels was the reigning thing. I tried to be comfortable as I watched girls grinding their buttocks against the groin of their male partners. My husband lit a cigarette and began to smoke and I stared at him in shock cuz I had never seen him smoke before. He pretended not to notice my expression and simply focused on the dance floor. I realized that his eyes were fixed on three girls who had come alone without partners and were dancing on the dance floor in order to get the attention of the men.

After watching them for a while, he got up, leaned down and whispered in my ear, informing me not to leave my spot then he approached the girls. He focused on the chubby one who was very busty and began to talk to her by speaking into her ear due to the loud music. Soon, he was busy dancing with her and running his hands all around her body. I swallowed hard and tried to look for something else to get my attention off him. I sat alone for the next fifteen minutes, trying to entertain myself by watching all that was going on around me and that was when my gaze locked with his.

He was seated at the bar with his back turned to it and he held a bottle of beer between his index finger and middle finger. The way he stared at me made my stomach flip and I have never felt such a feeling in my gut for a very long time, not even for my husband. I nervously broke our gaze and tried to look away but I found myself sneaking glances his way and sometimes someone would dance into view and severe my sight of him of him for a moment. When the person danced off my path of direct view again, I realized that he was still staring at me. I had never seen him before and I didn’t know who he was but there was something captivating about the way he stared at me as if he could see right into my soul.

I became very conscious of my looks just then and was concerned about if I looked decent enough or like most of the other girls in the club. I was trying to pull the hem of my gown down towards my knees when I saw him rise from his stool, his eyes never leaving me. My heart began to race now as I saw him start towards my direction, gently maneuvering his way through the dance floor with his eyes still fixed on me as if I was a prey and if he dared blink, that I would disappear. My chest swelled with both dread and anticipation.

I placed my left hand on my knee so that my wedding ring was in view, hoping that he would notice it from afar and turn back but he didn’t. I doubted he even saw the ring since he would stop staring at me right in the eye. I glanced around for my husband and discovered that he was gone with the girl. Only her two friends remained on the dancefloor and I speculated that he had probably taken her to the corner for a quickie. As the stranger drew nearer, I thought of rising and quickly dashing out of the club but somehow, a part of me refused to let my feet move so I remained put till he finally emerged from the dancefloor and I could see a clearer picture of his features now and for the first time in a very long time, my vagina moistened on its own.

To Be Continued…

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Episode 4

Two weeks later, my in-laws came to spend the Easter period with us. My husband’s younger brother and his younger sister came to the house and I was almost relieved that at least with the presence of his siblings, he would minimize his ill-treatment towards me and hopefully his chronic philandering. One morning, I was cleaning the sitting room with a w€t rag when the brother whom I was just a year older than came in carrying a pile of clothes in his arms.

“Victoria.” He called me and I paused my work to look at him.

“Yes?”

“When you are done, I want you to wash these clothes.” He dropped them on the floor.

I stared at him in disbelief. “What happened to your hands?”

He frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

“Last time I checked, you are not handicapped, which means that you are well enough to do your own laundry.”

“And why would I be in my brother’s house and still wash my own clothes?” He asked.


“Why should I wash your clothes when there’s also a washing machine for you to use?”

“I don’t want the washing machine, it doesn’t wash my clothes clean.”

“Then simply use your hands. If you cannot do that, go and call your girlfriend to do it for you. I’m not your maid.”

His eyes narrowed in anger now. “The very day you married into this family was the very day we owned you. I’m your in-law and a man for that matter and you owe it to me to treat me the same way you treat my brother.”

I scoffed and then clapped my hands in disbelief. “If you are so desperate to be treated like your brother, why not go and get married. After all, your mates out there are already taking up their own responsibilities instead of feeding off their brothers.”

All of a sudden, he advanced towards me and struck me on the face with his hand. Stunned, the rag dropped from my hand as my hands flew to my face. “You slapped me?!” I asked in shock.

“Yes and you’ll get a severe beating if by the time I return and my clothes are still unwashed. You gold digger! I wonder why my brother is still putting up with you? You are classless! You should be happy that we even accepted you into our family, you wretched-slut!”

I was about to retort when my husband came down the stairs and soon his younger sister who must have heard us, appeared from her room too. “What’s going on here?” My husband asked.

My hand was still on my face as I stared at him with tears-filled eyes. “You brother slapped me.” I told him.

He turned to his brother. “Kenny, is that true?”

His brother quickly explained to him and told him that not only had o refused to obey him, I had also insulted me. My husband simply pulled my hand away from my face and scrutinized my cheek. “It’s not that serious. He didn’t leave a mark.”


I gaped at him in shock. “Your brother just slapped me and this is all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to send him away from my house all because of a harmless slap? Is that what you want, to cause a rift in my family? Listen Victoria, before I ever married you, I had my brother and there’s no way on Earth that I’ll do anything negative to him all because of you. You are at fault here. How would you refuse to wash his clothes? What kind of wife are you? Just clothes and you are proving so stubborn.” Turning to his brother, he said, “And Kenny, you can’t just do things like this. I understand that she can be very stubborn and unnerving but next time you want to slap her or lay your hands on her, seek my permission first!” Then he dismissed his brother and simply turned and walked out of the house without another word to me while my eyes followed him in speechless shock. I knew he was going out and soon I heard his car leave the compound.

When both men were gone, I stood there numb and the sister sympathetically approached me, took my hand and led me to the couch where she made us sit and the first question she asked was, “Why are you still here?”

I gave her a confused look. “What do you mean?”


“Despite how my brother treats you, you are still choose to remain here, why?”

I sighed. “I’ve no where to go.” I mumbled.

“What do you mean by you have no where to go? Can’t you gather enough money and get out of this city? Fine, I know that he’s my brother and I have tried talking to him several times but even me cannot tolerate this nonsense that you are taking from him from any man. He doesn’t love you, he doesn’t treat you right, he cheats on you and doesn’t even care to hide it, he beats you up at the slightest provocation and yet, you’re still here, do you want to go to an early grave?! Can’t you grab any cash and disappear?!”

“I don’t have any money of mine. Your brother did not let me have a bank account of my own. He gives me only cash and for only specific reasons such as hairdo, clothes and groceries, besides that, he doesn’t give me any other money.”

“And you can’t save the least you can savage from such money he still gives you?! You are a graduate for Christ’s sake and yet you have refused to go take up a job all because my brother asked you to be a housewife and promised to give you a certain amount of money monthly, now where is that money?”







“He sends it to my parents monthly.” I answered.

She was taken aback. “What! Why would he do that?”

“It was my father’s idea. He claimed that the family needs the money more than I do since I’m already being taken care of by your brother.”

She heaved a sigh again that was of despair. “All these happening to you is the fault of your parents. And honestly, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t even have agreed to get married to my brother in the first place just to please my parents. I would jeopardize my future for any body, not even my family. Look, they are over there enjoying everything, while you are being treated worse than a slave here all because your parents chose to sell you for their own selfish interest! You had better find a way out of this stupid mess you have found yourself!” She finished and rose to her feet. She walked to the spot her brother had dropped the clothes, packed them in her arms and said, “as for these stupid boy’s clothes, they are going into the washing machine. You are not his slave!” With this, she started to walk away then paused. “Victoria, a word of advice from a sister to a sister, anytime you find anyone who can make you happy or treat you better than my brother, go for it, you have my full backing. It’s better to be with a poor man and be happy than with a rich man who never fails to remind you that he picked you from the gutters!” Then she walked away.

A month’s later, on a Friday night, after my in-laws had left three weeks earlier, my husband called me from the office and asked me to dress up that we were going to the club. I was surprised because the last time he took me to a club was before he married me. He specifically instructed me to wear something s£xy and that was just what I did. He came home at 9:30 p.m. that night and honked outside the house and I had to go out to join him in the car. When he saw how I looked, he nodded in satisfaction and drove off.

We soon reached the club and the way he was hailed by the bouncer and some of the men inside the club made me know that he was a regular in the club. The men all gave me curious glances as we walked past them. My husband took me to a couch facing the dancefloor and the bar and asked me to sit down then he summoned a waiter to get us a bottle of wine. The club felt choky and too crowded with people. A lot of people were dancing on the dancefloor and the music was almost deafening. The different smell of sweat and perfumes had mixed up in the atmosphere to form something that would have made me light headed and faint.

I saw a lot of girls in seductive and revealing clothes. Some clothes were too tight or were almost nothing. n!poles could be seen through some transparent tops and showing off of navels was the reigning thing. I tried to be comfortable as I watched girls grinding their buttocks against the groin of their male partners. My husband lit a cigarette and began to smoke and I stared at him in shock cuz I had never seen him smoke before. He pretended not to notice my expression and simply focused on the dance floor. I realized that his eyes were fixed on three girls who had come alone without partners and were dancing on the dance floor in order to get the attention of the men.

After watching them for a while, he got up, leaned down and whispered in my ear, informing me not to leave my spot then he approached the girls. He focused on the chubby one who was very busty and began to talk to her by speaking into her ear due to the loud music. Soon, he was busy dancing with her and running his hands all around her body. I swallowed hard and tried to look for something else to get my attention off him. I sat alone for the next fifteen minutes, trying to entertain myself by watching all that was going on around me and that was when my gaze locked with his.

He was seated at the bar with his back turned to it and he held a bottle of beer between his index finger and middle finger. The way he stared at me made my stomach flip and I have never felt such a feeling in my gut for a very long time, not even for my husband. I nervously broke our gaze and tried to look away but I found myself sneaking glances his way and sometimes someone would dance into view and severe my sight of him of him for a moment. When the person danced off my path of direct view again, I realized that he was still staring at me. I had never seen him before and I didn’t know who he was but there was something captivating about the way he stared at me as if he could see right into my soul.

I became very conscious of my looks just then and was concerned about if I looked decent enough or like most of the other girls in the club. I was trying to pull the hem of my gown down towards my knees when I saw him rise from his stool, his eyes never leaving me. My heart began to race now as I saw him start towards my direction, gently maneuvering his way through the dance floor with his eyes still fixed on me as if I was a prey and if he dared blink, that I would disappear. My chest swelled with both dread and anticipation.

I placed my left hand on my knee so that my wedding ring was in view, hoping that he would notice it from afar and turn back but he didn’t. I doubted he even saw the ring since he would stop staring at me right in the eye. I glanced around for my husband and discovered that he was gone with the girl. Only her two friends remained on the dancefloor and I speculated that he had probably taken her to the corner for a quickie. As the stranger drew nearer, I thought of rising and quickly dashing out of the club but somehow, a part of me refused to let my feet move so I remained put till he finally emerged from the dancefloor and I could see a clearer picture of his features now and for the first time in a very long time, my vagina moistened on its own.

To Be Continued…

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Episode 5

As soon as he reached me, he simply sat on the very spot my husband had been on earlier and I began to fidget. I was so nervous that swear broke out on my forehead. A minute passed and he said nothing to me. More minutes ticked away and yet nothing then I began to grow angry for no reason. If he was not going to talk to me then why had he come here to sit with me? Why hadn’t he just remained at the bar instead of coming here to play dumb or had he only changed location so he could have a very good view of the people dancing on the dance floor. My nervousness slowly grew into displeasure and I felt like getting up and walking away but I only remained put because I was scared what Daniel would do to me if he returned and couldn’t find me where he had left me.

Ten good minutes passed and all he did, was sipped his stupid beer. I soon relaxed and angrily leaned back against the backrest. I decided that he wouldn’t be the only one enjoying a drink so I reached for my glass of wine and took a sip while stealing glances at him from the corner of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was pissed at a total stranger whom I had never met before, I just felt that there were a lot in the way he had stared at me from across the room and instead of doing what I had thought he would, he had only come to keep my husband’s part of the couch warm. I erased the stranger from my mind and focused on what was going on around me and soon and I felt pressed. Leaving my glass of wine there, I rose up and walked to the ladies to take a leak. As I walked to one of the stalls and opened the door, I stopped short as the occupants stared at me too with a not-too-surprised looks on their faces. It was Daniel and the girl he had been dancing with before they had both disappeared and now he had his pants pushed down to his ankles while the girl only pulled up her gown with her thong pulled to the side. My husband was busy hammering her from behind while she supported herself with her hands placed on the wall and one lifted leg dangling from my husband’s hand.

“What are you doing here?” Daniel angrily asked. “Didn’t I tell you not to move from that spot?”

“I’m pressed.”

“Indeed.” He stated and continued to thrust in and out of the girl as he spoke to me. He pummeled her so fast that a gush of liquid escaped from her and splattered all over the floor and her shoes and I knew that she had just squirted.

Sensing that I was still there, my husband turned an angry eye on me. “You are still here? Will you get out, close this door and go back to where I left you?!” He snapped at me and simply let the door close then backed away, although I could still hear the sound of flesh against flesh as he fvcked her harder but I tried to tune out the sound of it from my head as I began to hum the lyrics of the song in the club in my head and pretended that I had saw nothing.

I entered two stalls away from the one my husband was in and quickly relieved myself and after flushing, I stepped out to wash my hands in the sink and I could hear the lady m0aning out loud as my husband pounded her harder and faster and I could hear him telling her that he was also interested in having s£x with one of her friends and that he would pay any amount that they wanted him to. Composing myself, I returned to the club. I paused when I discovered that the stranger was still seated on the couch and this time he was busy tapping away at his phone with an ankle on his other knee and his arm stretched out along the head of the backrest. I angrily walked to the couch and sat down and noticed an artificial rose flower lying next to my glass of wine. Wondering who has placed it there, I glanced around but no one seemed to be paying me any attention. I was almost tempted to ask the stranger who had left the rose flower there but I changed my mind. Ignoring the flower, I simply went for my glass of drink, as I brought the cup to my lips for a drink, the stranger finally spoke without taking his eyes off the screen of his phone:

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”

I paused then pulled the cup away. “Excuse me?” I said.

He finally lifted his head to look at me and I could see a sly smile in his eyes. “Rule number one, never leave your drink unattended in a public place, especially in a club.” He said to me.

I skeptically stared at my drink then lifted the glass to look through its transparent body at the bottom. I saw absolutely nothing and I wondered if he had only said that to strike a conversation with me. Well, if that was the case, I had long lost interest, so he could as well just shut up and mind his business.

“Look no further, it’s long dissolved.” He told me as if he had just read my mind.

I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

“Some dude slipped something in your drink while you were away.”

“Really?” I scoffed in doubt. “Who would do such right in front of someone, you.”

He smiled now and I caught a glimpse of his white teeth before they disappeared. “Desperate s£x predators have their tactics and they never work solo. One pretended to be asking me irrelevant questions in order to distract me, while the other spiked your drink. Most girls have fallen victim and they often wake up feeling disoriented, unable to remember anything or even know that even if they were raped, it was a Bleep.”

I glanced down at my drink again. “Why didn’t you raise an alarm?”

He chuckled. “C’mon, I don’t wanna get shanked. There are a bunch of them in here and how am I supposed to stand up to all of them. I’m no Bruce Lee.”

I smiled a bit then simply placed the drink back on the table. I had had enough of wine tonight anyway. “So did they leave the rose too as a token?” I asked.

He hesitated now then pursed his lips and shook his head as he stared down at the rose. “No, that was me.” Then he lifted his eyes to meet mine quizzically. “You don’t like roses?” He asked.

I took the rose and brought the petals to my nose. “I’m indifferent to flowers. Tell me, do you carry roses around to offer it to the any girl you find?”

“Find appealing? Yes.” He said frankly. “But never to a married one.”

Just then, in reflex, I folded my fingers into my palm as if trying to hide my ring. I smiled sheepishly and gently lowered the rose to my lap unable to meet his eyes.

“What’s a married woman doing all by herself in such a nasty club full of miscreants and die-hard whores who have a penchant for one-night stands?”

“I’m not alone…” I coyly answered, my head lowered now. “I came with my husband.”

He glanced around. “And what fool of a husband would leave his wife unattended with a lot of predators looking for the next vulnerable woman to pounce on?”

“I’m not vulnerable.” I tried to defend myself softly.

He scoffed and set his foot down then leaned sideways towards me with his elbows on his knees. “Tell you what…”

“What?” I curiously asked.

“You are lonely and unhappy.” He said flatly.

I was embarrassed but tried to hide it. “That’s not true. Like I said, I’m married…” I lifted my hand to flaunt my ring. “Happily married.” I quickly added for emphasis and in order to sound convincing.

“I know right?” He said in sarcasm. “Most women are married and yet lonely and you are just one of them… I sensed it from the bar. All these makeup couldn’t conceal your pains from me. They are etched into the lines of your face and yet you are in your early twenties.”

I gave him an uncomfortable look. “Are you some psychologist sent to analyse me or what?”

He chuckled softly. “I’m just some crazy fella looking for whom to make me forget some of my troubles.”

“Well, there are a lot of hotter girls on the dance floor whom you can psycho-analyse and choose from.”

“Yeah…” He cast a bored look across the dance floor. “And yet you caught me from afar. You stand out here.” Then he briefly bit a part of his lower lip before he said again, “I’m Chris.” He stretched a hand towards him.

I hesitated and stared at him. Somehow, just washing him suck a part of his lower lip into his mouth, made me hungry for a kiss. I felt like embracing him and feeling how those lips would taste. Suddenly, I snapped out of my daydream. No, this was wrong. I shook my head to shake the dirty thoughts off. I’m married and shouldn’t be fantasizing about another man. It was so wrong, very wrong and I felt shame and guilt fill me up immediately.

To avoid further temptations, I jolted to my feet and he slowly rose too with surprise registered on his face. “You okay?” He asked in concern.

“Yes.” I managed to say past the knot that had formed in my throat. “I’ve got to go fetch my husband. I think it’s high time we went home.”

I saw him smile in understanding then he simply said, “Let me at least walk you outside to be sure that you are safe. Because I’m sure that those who spiked your drink would be very pissed by now and might just decide to jump you.”

“Yeah…” I quickly agreed as I threw a wary glance around, “thanks.”

“After you.” He gestured with a hand towards the entrance of the club and as I started to maneuver my way towards it, he followed me closely but suddenly, I asked him to wait that I wanted to check fir my husband in the restroom. He obliged but I soon returned because Daniel was no where to be found. I found the girl smoking in the corridor leading to the back door of the club and I paused to ask her,

“Hey, where’s my husband?”

She gave me a terse look and took another puff from the cigarette. “I be husband keeper?” She asked me back. “Abeg, no disturb me, just commot from here go find your husband for where you keep am. Allow me smoke my smoke in peace.” She said dismissively.

After checking the restroom and he was not there, I went back to the club but he was not on the couch, the bar nor the dance floor. Sighing, I speculated that he might be outside. When Chris and I got outside the club, I was grateful for the clear atmosphere and I quickly took in a deep breath of air to clear my lungs of all the cigarette smoke, smell of beer and wine and also the stench of sweat and crazy perfumes which I had been breathing in inside the choky interior of the club. There were a few people standing aloof outside alone or in twos. I walked to the bouncer who had greeted my husband and asked.

“Please, have you seen my husband?”

He hesitated as he gave me a contemplating look. “He no dey inside? (Isn’t he inside?) His deep voice reached me and from his accent, I could tell that he was from south-south.

“No, I have looked everywhere but he’s not inside.”

“Okay…” He looked around and said in a quiet voice to me. “Me no dey snitch on my fellow guy but because you fine and you get sense pass all the mumu girls wey full this club, I go just tell you.” (I don’t snitch on a fellow guy but because you are beautiful and also more sensible than most of the senseless girls that have occupied this club, I’ll tell you.) He reluctantly said. “Your husband just pass here five minutes ago with one lepa. The lepa na ashawo. I just dey pity the kind disease wey your husband go carry give you after he kpansh that mumu girl finish. Some men no just wan get sense at all. As you fine reach, see how you set…” (Your husband just went past here five minutes ago with a slim girl. The slim girl is a prostitute. I’m just sorry for you because of the kind of STD your husband would infect you with after he is done having s£x with that girl. Some men do not want to be reasonable at all. Just see how beautiful you are. Look at your shape…” He gesticulated with his hands to describe my shape. “na im your husband still dey follow that bongafish. I no just know why some men get longer throat. w€tin dem dey find for outside na im go kill them last last.” (And yet your husband is still following that skinny girl. What men go in search of outside of their marriage is what would cost them their lives at last.) Then he pointed at the corner of the club which led to a dark parking space. “Just follow here, you dey hear me so? Na there he enter. No tell am say na me tell you o.” (Just go through this way, are you listening? That is where he went through. Do not let him know that I was the one who told you where to find him.) He warned finally.

“Thank you.” I said and started for the corner. I had hardly taken three steps when I heard Chris pause and say to him.

“Bros you no try at all. You no Sabi bro code?” (Bro, you didn’t do well at all. Don’t you know the bro code?)

“Abeg, free me, who bro code help? That guy too stingy. He no dey even give person tip. Na to dey spend money on top ashawo he sabi. I still dey wait for the day wey I go box im eye.” (Please, spare me, forget about bro code. That guy is too stingy. He doesn’t even give me tips. All he’s good at is spending on prostitutes. I’m still looking forward to the day I’d give him a black eye.) The bouncer retorted.

I ignored them both and walked around the corner and in the dim parking space which was occupied with cars, I noticed my husband’s car bouncing and I could hear murmurings coming from within and a pair of legs jutting out through the back window.

“Seems your husband is a very busy man.” Chris wryly said behind me.

I was ashamed and embarrassed and I grew angry. The last thing I wanted was this guy thinking that my husband treated me like crap. Summoning courage which I didn’t know where it came from, I marched to the car and yanked the back door open, startling them both. The prostitute was lying on her back with her legs spread and my husband was lying on her, buried deep inside of her and I was appalled by the sight. Just how many girls did this hegoat intend to sleep with tonight. And yet after everything, he would still insert that dirty, public thing inside of me. I had had enough of this disrespect.

“Daniel!” I snapped. “Get down now!”

He stared at me as if I was crazy, ignored me and simply resumed his thrusts but I angrily seized him by the back of his shirt and yanked him off the girl. He staggered to the ground and quickly struggled to pull his pants up while the prostitute, quickly tugged down her skirt and snuck off to avoid my wrath.

“Are you mad?! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you?!” Daniel furiously asked.

“I am sick and tired of your nonsense and it ends tonight!” I stood my ground.

Shocked that I was speaking to him in such manner, he swung the back of his hand and landed it heavily on my face and I felt blood splatter out of my nose. I reeled backward in shock and pain, my hand flying to my bloody face. He concluded that that wasn’t enough damage and he came after me again, as he was about to strike me again, Chris suddenly grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and he groaned out in pain and almost sunk to his knees.

“Pick on someone your own size!” Chris hissed at him. “Only cowards like you hit women.”

“I see!” Daniel managed to lash out at me through his pain. “So it has gotten to this, eh?! You brought your boyfriend to attack me, Victoria?! You have been sleeping around! Your parents must hear this!”

Hearing this and feeling sorry for him, I quickly interceded. “Please Chris, let him go.”

Chris gave me a surprised look. “Are you sure?”

“He’s my husband and you are hurting him!” I insisted and when he hesitated, I blurted. “I didn’t invite you into this! This is between my husband and I, so please, let him go now!” I raised my voice.

Chris let my husband go by shoving him away. Daniel got off the ground, with his eyes shooting daggers at me, he ordered: “Get into the car!” He walked around to get into the driver’s side after slamming shut the door I had opened.

I reluctantly complied and got in next to him, avoiding meeting Chris’ gaze. My husband started the car immediately after threatening to deal with Chris then he roughly drove away from the club. As he drove, he kept fuming and would occasionally hit the steering several times. “So it has come to the extent where you have the guts to cheat on me?!” He bawled at me. “So your plan is to kill me so you can inherit all that I have laboured for? Ha! You ungrateful bitch!”

I tried to plead my innocence but he suddenly struck me again with the back of his hand catching me in my left eye. I felt the pain shoot straight to my brain and I buried my face in my hands but he didn’t stop, he jammed my head against my window, making me dizzy from the pain. “Let’s just get home, I’ll make sure I teach you a very good lesson, you slut!”

“I’m innocent!” I suddenly cried out, weeping now. “I don’t even know him!”

“In fact, I can’t bear to be in the same car with a liar and a cheat!” He said and suddenly turned sharply to the shoulder of the road and brought the car to an abrupt halt. “Get down!” He hissed.

I gaped at him in shock. It was late into the night and there was no car I’m sight, not to mention that the road was flanked with bush on either side. “What?” I gasped.

“Are you deaf? I said get down!” He insisted.

“But Daniel, something bad could happen to me here. There might be kidnappers! Worse, I could even be raped! You can’t possibly leave me here, how will I get home?!” I pleaded.

“You think I care?! If you can call your boyfriend to attack me, it means that you want me dead! I don’t care if you are kidnapped! I don’t care if you are raped! I don’t even care if you die! Just get the fvck out of my car!”

I began to cru and plead with him not to do this to me but he simply got down the car, came around the car, opened the door, dragged me out of it and threw me on the dusty ground. He slammed the door shut and walked around to get back in and before I could pick myself off the ground, he automatically locked the doors from inside. I began to slap the window gently, begging him to let me in but he ignored me, started the car and roughly drove off, abandoning me there and just then I knew that I was doomed as I watched the red tail lights of his car soon fade into the distance, leaving me all alone in the middle of the night and on a dangerous road popularly plagued by armed robbers.

To Be Continued…

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Episode 5

As soon as he reached me, he simply sat on the very spot my husband had been on earlier and I began to fidget. I was so nervous that swear broke out on my forehead. A minute passed and he said nothing to me. More minutes ticked away and yet nothing then I began to grow angry for no reason. If he was not going to talk to me then why had he come here to sit with me? Why hadn’t he just remained at the bar instead of coming here to play dumb or had he only changed location so he could have a very good view of the people dancing on the dance floor. My nervousness slowly grew into displeasure and I felt like getting up and walking away but I only remained put because I was scared what Daniel would do to me if he returned and couldn’t find me where he had left me.

Ten good minutes passed and all he did, was sipped his stupid beer. I soon relaxed and angrily leaned back against the backrest. I decided that he wouldn’t be the only one enjoying a drink so I reached for my glass of wine and took a sip while stealing glances at him from the corner of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was pissed at a total stranger whom I had never met before, I just felt that there were a lot in the way he had stared at me from across the room and instead of doing what I had thought he would, he had only come to keep my husband’s part of the couch warm. I erased the stranger from my mind and focused on what was going on around me and soon and I felt pressed. Leaving my glass of wine there, I rose up and walked to the ladies to take a leak. As I walked to one of the stalls and opened the door, I stopped short as the occupants stared at me too with a not-too-surprised looks on their faces. It was Daniel and the girl he had been dancing with before they had both disappeared and now he had his pants pushed down to his ankles while the girl only pulled up her gown with her thong pulled to the side. My husband was busy hammering her from behind while she supported herself with her hands placed on the wall and one lifted leg dangling from my husband’s hand.

“What are you doing here?” Daniel angrily asked. “Didn’t I tell you not to move from that spot?”

“I’m pressed.”

“Indeed.” He stated and continued to thrust in and out of the girl as he spoke to me. He pummeled her so fast that a gush of liquid escaped from her and splattered all over the floor and her shoes and I knew that she had just squirted.

Sensing that I was still there, my husband turned an angry eye on me. “You are still here? Will you get out, close this door and go back to where I left you?!” He snapped at me and simply let the door close then backed away, although I could still hear the sound of flesh against flesh as he fvcked her harder but I tried to tune out the sound of it from my head as I began to hum the lyrics of the song in the club in my head and pretended that I had saw nothing.

I entered two stalls away from the one my husband was in and quickly relieved myself and after flushing, I stepped out to wash my hands in the sink and I could hear the lady m0aning out loud as my husband pounded her harder and faster and I could hear him telling her that he was also interested in having s£x with one of her friends and that he would pay any amount that they wanted him to. Composing myself, I returned to the club. I paused when I discovered that the stranger was still seated on the couch and this time he was busy tapping away at his phone with an ankle on his other knee and his arm stretched out along the head of the backrest. I angrily walked to the couch and sat down and noticed an artificial rose flower lying next to my glass of wine. Wondering who has placed it there, I glanced around but no one seemed to be paying me any attention. I was almost tempted to ask the stranger who had left the rose flower there but I changed my mind. Ignoring the flower, I simply went for my glass of drink, as I brought the cup to my lips for a drink, the stranger finally spoke without taking his eyes off the screen of his phone:

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”

I paused then pulled the cup away. “Excuse me?” I said.

He finally lifted his head to look at me and I could see a sly smile in his eyes. “Rule number one, never leave your drink unattended in a public place, especially in a club.” He said to me.

I skeptically stared at my drink then lifted the glass to look through its transparent body at the bottom. I saw absolutely nothing and I wondered if he had only said that to strike a conversation with me. Well, if that was the case, I had long lost interest, so he could as well just shut up and mind his business.

“Look no further, it’s long dissolved.” He told me as if he had just read my mind.

I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

“Some dude slipped something in your drink while you were away.”

“Really?” I scoffed in doubt. “Who would do such right in front of someone, you.”

He smiled now and I caught a glimpse of his white teeth before they disappeared. “Desperate s£x predators have their tactics and they never work solo. One pretended to be asking me irrelevant questions in order to distract me, while the other spiked your drink. Most girls have fallen victim and they often wake up feeling disoriented, unable to remember anything or even know that even if they were raped, it was a Bleep.”

I glanced down at my drink again. “Why didn’t you raise an alarm?”

He chuckled. “C’mon, I don’t wanna get shanked. There are a bunch of them in here and how am I supposed to stand up to all of them. I’m no Bruce Lee.”

I smiled a bit then simply placed the drink back on the table. I had had enough of wine tonight anyway. “So did they leave the rose too as a token?” I asked.

He hesitated now then pursed his lips and shook his head as he stared down at the rose. “No, that was me.” Then he lifted his eyes to meet mine quizzically. “You don’t like roses?” He asked.

I took the rose and brought the petals to my nose. “I’m indifferent to flowers. Tell me, do you carry roses around to offer it to the any girl you find?”

“Find appealing? Yes.” He said frankly. “But never to a married one.”

Just then, in reflex, I folded my fingers into my palm as if trying to hide my ring. I smiled sheepishly and gently lowered the rose to my lap unable to meet his eyes.

“What’s a married woman doing all by herself in such a nasty club full of miscreants and die-hard whores who have a penchant for one-night stands?”

“I’m not alone…” I coyly answered, my head lowered now. “I came with my husband.”

He glanced around. “And what fool of a husband would leave his wife unattended with a lot of predators looking for the next vulnerable woman to pounce on?”

“I’m not vulnerable.” I tried to defend myself softly.

He scoffed and set his foot down then leaned sideways towards me with his elbows on his knees. “Tell you what…”

“What?” I curiously asked.

“You are lonely and unhappy.” He said flatly.

I was embarrassed but tried to hide it. “That’s not true. Like I said, I’m married…” I lifted my hand to flaunt my ring. “Happily married.” I quickly added for emphasis and in order to sound convincing.

“I know right?” He said in sarcasm. “Most women are married and yet lonely and you are just one of them… I sensed it from the bar. All these makeup couldn’t conceal your pains from me. They are etched into the lines of your face and yet you are in your early twenties.”

I gave him an uncomfortable look. “Are you some psychologist sent to analyse me or what?”

He chuckled softly. “I’m just some crazy fella looking for whom to make me forget some of my troubles.”

“Well, there are a lot of hotter girls on the dance floor whom you can psycho-analyse and choose from.”

“Yeah…” He cast a bored look across the dance floor. “And yet you caught me from afar. You stand out here.” Then he briefly bit a part of his lower lip before he said again, “I’m Chris.” He stretched a hand towards him.

I hesitated and stared at him. Somehow, just washing him suck a part of his lower lip into his mouth, made me hungry for a kiss. I felt like embracing him and feeling how those lips would taste. Suddenly, I snapped out of my daydream. No, this was wrong. I shook my head to shake the dirty thoughts off. I’m married and shouldn’t be fantasizing about another man. It was so wrong, very wrong and I felt shame and guilt fill me up immediately.

To avoid further temptations, I jolted to my feet and he slowly rose too with surprise registered on his face. “You okay?” He asked in concern.

“Yes.” I managed to say past the knot that had formed in my throat. “I’ve got to go fetch my husband. I think it’s high time we went home.”

I saw him smile in understanding then he simply said, “Let me at least walk you outside to be sure that you are safe. Because I’m sure that those who spiked your drink would be very pissed by now and might just decide to jump you.”

“Yeah…” I quickly agreed as I threw a wary glance around, “thanks.”

“After you.” He gestured with a hand towards the entrance of the club and as I started to maneuver my way towards it, he followed me closely but suddenly, I asked him to wait that I wanted to check fir my husband in the restroom. He obliged but I soon returned because Daniel was no where to be found. I found the girl smoking in the corridor leading to the back door of the club and I paused to ask her,

“Hey, where’s my husband?”

She gave me a terse look and took another puff from the cigarette. “I be husband keeper?” She asked me back. “Abeg, no disturb me, just commot from here go find your husband for where you keep am. Allow me smoke my smoke in peace.” She said dismissively.

After checking the restroom and he was not there, I went back to the club but he was not on the couch, the bar nor the dance floor. Sighing, I speculated that he might be outside. When Chris and I got outside the club, I was grateful for the clear atmosphere and I quickly took in a deep breath of air to clear my lungs of all the cigarette smoke, smell of beer and wine and also the stench of sweat and crazy perfumes which I had been breathing in inside the choky interior of the club. There were a few people standing aloof outside alone or in twos. I walked to the bouncer who had greeted my husband and asked.

“Please, have you seen my husband?”

He hesitated as he gave me a contemplating look. “He no dey inside? (Isn’t he inside?) His deep voice reached me and from his accent, I could tell that he was from south-south.

“No, I have looked everywhere but he’s not inside.”

“Okay…” He looked around and said in a quiet voice to me. “Me no dey snitch on my fellow guy but because you fine and you get sense pass all the mumu girls wey full this club, I go just tell you.” (I don’t snitch on a fellow guy but because you are beautiful and also more sensible than most of the senseless girls that have occupied this club, I’ll tell you.) He reluctantly said. “Your husband just pass here five minutes ago with one lepa. The lepa na ashawo. I just dey pity the kind disease wey your husband go carry give you after he kpansh that mumu girl finish. Some men no just wan get sense at all. As you fine reach, see how you set…” (Your husband just went past here five minutes ago with a slim girl. The slim girl is a prostitute. I’m just sorry for you because of the kind of STD your husband would infect you with after he is done having s£x with that girl. Some men do not want to be reasonable at all. Just see how beautiful you are. Look at your shape…” He gesticulated with his hands to describe my shape. “na im your husband still dey follow that bongafish. I no just know why some men get longer throat. w€tin dem dey find for outside na im go kill them last last.” (And yet your husband is still following that skinny girl. What men go in search of outside of their marriage is what would cost them their lives at last.) Then he pointed at the corner of the club which led to a dark parking space. “Just follow here, you dey hear me so? Na there he enter. No tell am say na me tell you o.” (Just go through this way, are you listening? That is where he went through. Do not let him know that I was the one who told you where to find him.) He warned finally.

“Thank you.” I said and started for the corner. I had hardly taken three steps when I heard Chris pause and say to him.

“Bros you no try at all. You no Sabi bro code?” (Bro, you didn’t do well at all. Don’t you know the bro code?)

“Abeg, free me, who bro code help? That guy too stingy. He no dey even give person tip. Na to dey spend money on top ashawo he sabi. I still dey wait for the day wey I go box im eye.” (Please, spare me, forget about bro code. That guy is too stingy. He doesn’t even give me tips. All he’s good at is spending on prostitutes. I’m still looking forward to the day I’d give him a black eye.) The bouncer retorted.

I ignored them both and walked around the corner and in the dim parking space which was occupied with cars, I noticed my husband’s car bouncing and I could hear murmurings coming from within and a pair of legs jutting out through the back window.

“Seems your husband is a very busy man.” Chris wryly said behind me.

I was ashamed and embarrassed and I grew angry. The last thing I wanted was this guy thinking that my husband treated me like crap. Summoning courage which I didn’t know where it came from, I marched to the car and yanked the back door open, startling them both. The prostitute was lying on her back with her legs spread and my husband was lying on her, buried deep inside of her and I was appalled by the sight. Just how many girls did this hegoat intend to sleep with tonight. And yet after everything, he would still insert that dirty, public thing inside of me. I had had enough of this disrespect.

“Daniel!” I snapped. “Get down now!”

He stared at me as if I was crazy, ignored me and simply resumed his thrusts but I angrily seized him by the back of his shirt and yanked him off the girl. He staggered to the ground and quickly struggled to pull his pants up while the prostitute, quickly tugged down her skirt and snuck off to avoid my wrath.

“Are you mad?! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you?!” Daniel furiously asked.

“I am sick and tired of your nonsense and it ends tonight!” I stood my ground.

Shocked that I was speaking to him in such manner, he swung the back of his hand and landed it heavily on my face and I felt blood splatter out of my nose. I reeled backward in shock and pain, my hand flying to my bloody face. He concluded that that wasn’t enough damage and he came after me again, as he was about to strike me again, Chris suddenly grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back and he groaned out in pain and almost sunk to his knees.

“Pick on someone your own size!” Chris hissed at him. “Only cowards like you hit women.”

“I see!” Daniel managed to lash out at me through his pain. “So it has gotten to this, eh?! You brought your boyfriend to attack me, Victoria?! You have been sleeping around! Your parents must hear this!”

Hearing this and feeling sorry for him, I quickly interceded. “Please Chris, let him go.”

Chris gave me a surprised look. “Are you sure?”

“He’s my husband and you are hurting him!” I insisted and when he hesitated, I blurted. “I didn’t invite you into this! This is between my husband and I, so please, let him go now!” I raised my voice.

Chris let my husband go by shoving him away. Daniel got off the ground, with his eyes shooting daggers at me, he ordered: “Get into the car!” He walked around to get into the driver’s side after slamming shut the door I had opened.

I reluctantly complied and got in next to him, avoiding meeting Chris’ gaze. My husband started the car immediately after threatening to deal with Chris then he roughly drove away from the club. As he drove, he kept fuming and would occasionally hit the steering several times. “So it has come to the extent where you have the guts to cheat on me?!” He bawled at me. “So your plan is to kill me so you can inherit all that I have laboured for? Ha! You ungrateful bitch!”

I tried to plead my innocence but he suddenly struck me again with the back of his hand catching me in my left eye. I felt the pain shoot straight to my brain and I buried my face in my hands but he didn’t stop, he jammed my head against my window, making me dizzy from the pain. “Let’s just get home, I’ll make sure I teach you a very good lesson, you slut!”

“I’m innocent!” I suddenly cried out, weeping now. “I don’t even know him!”

“In fact, I can’t bear to be in the same car with a liar and a cheat!” He said and suddenly turned sharply to the shoulder of the road and brought the car to an abrupt halt. “Get down!” He hissed.

I gaped at him in shock. It was late into the night and there was no car I’m sight, not to mention that the road was flanked with bush on either side. “What?” I gasped.

“Are you deaf? I said get down!” He insisted.

“But Daniel, something bad could happen to me here. There might be kidnappers! Worse, I could even be raped! You can’t possibly leave me here, how will I get home?!” I pleaded.

“You think I care?! If you can call your boyfriend to attack me, it means that you want me dead! I don’t care if you are kidnapped! I don’t care if you are raped! I don’t even care if you die! Just get the fvck out of my car!”

I began to cru and plead with him not to do this to me but he simply got down the car, came around the car, opened the door, dragged me out of it and threw me on the dusty ground. He slammed the door shut and walked around to get back in and before I could pick myself off the ground, he automatically locked the doors from inside. I began to slap the window gently, begging him to let me in but he ignored me, started the car and roughly drove off, abandoning me there and just then I knew that I was doomed as I watched the red tail lights of his car soon fade into the distance, leaving me all alone in the middle of the night and on a dangerous road popularly plagued by armed robbers.

To Be Continued…

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Episode 6

I was helpless and I didn’t know what to do. Daniel had kicked me out of the car and I had left my purse behind. No cellphone, no ATM cards, nothing, I was in despair. I waited on the side of the road, hoping that a car would soon come my way and perhaps a good Samaritan would help me get home and rescue me from this dangerous dilemma that I was in. Soon enough, my wish came true and a pair of bright headlights appeared. I moved to the road she began to wave my arm in order to flag it down. Luckily, the driver slowed to a stop and I rushed to the other window to talk to him.

“Good evening… Please can you-”

He didn’t even let me finish before he interrupted. “This one don pass evening o. You no dey see time? Na 12:56 a.m. o.” (It’s past evening already. Don’t you know the time? It’s 12:56 a.m.)

I nodded. “I apologize but please I’m really stranded here and I need your help to get hom-”

He suddenly cut me off again and this time he shook his head and laughed hard. “Na wa o. Wonders shall never end! See ashawo wey dey speak English. My friend, forget that nonsense foné, your business na to fvck, just tell me how much, I dey in the mood!” (Wonders shall never end! Imagine a prostitute speaking good English. My friend, forget about that nonsense accent, your business is to have s£x, just tell me how much you charge, I’m in the mood!)

I was taken aback by his statement then looked down at my outfit before I said in an offended tone. “I’m not a prostitute.”

“Abeg make I hear word!” (C’mon, stop that pretense!) He dismissively waved his hand towards me. “No be all your [email protected] full outside so? See all your lap sef! In fact, the blood wey dey your nose and the way wey your left eye don red, e be likes if you been thief person money, dem come beat you throw-way you for here.” (Aren’t those your [email protected] that are exposed? Even your laps too. In fact, the blood around your nose and the way your left eye is blackened shows that you probably stole from your customer and he beat you up and dumped you on the road.) He accused.

“I’m not a thief and neither am I a prostitute!” I yelled in frustration.

“Oh! Na me you dey raise voice for? I no blame you, sebi na because I still dey here dey follow you yan…” (Oh? Am I the one you are raising your voice at? I don’t blame you, I blame myself for staying around to talk to you.) He turned on the ignition. “Your father!” He said menacingly and drove away angrily.

As soon as he left and I straightened up, a strong waft of breeze hit my face, blowing my hair backwards and I cringed when I saw lightening brighten the clouds in the distance. That sign was soon followed by a distant rumble and I knew that it was going to rain soon. I waited, anxiously waiting for another car to come along. After waiting for like ten minutes and trying to prevent the strong wind from blowing dust into my eyes and mouth, another car slowly crawled to a stop beside me and the window whirred down slowly to reveal a fat man with a paunch.

“Hello baby!” He called out and I could immediately tell that he was from the Eastern part of Nigeria.

“Hello sir.” I said to avoid saying good evening when it was already part one a.m.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here at this time of the night?” He asked and I could see his eyes ogling my body.

“Sir, I was robbed.” I lied in order to gain his sympathy.

“Robbed?” He raised his voice in surprise. “Oh, this country! I’m very sorry about that my dear. I think it’s about to rain, what do you say that you follow me to my guest house to recover from your trauma.”

“Guest house? Sir, I’m actually going towards Dauda lane.”

“It doesn’t matter where you are going to. What actually matters is that you leave this place. This place is not safe at all. You are a beautiful girl and anything can happen to you. Hop in baby girl. Hop in and let me help you out of this situation.”

I hesitated. “But sir, I’m a married woman.” I lifted the back of my hand to show him my ring.

He frowned then suddenly smiled again then assured me. “Well, it doesn’t matter. You are not a child, you should know that being married shouldn’t stop one from enjoying oneself. I am married myself. We can just help each other out, you know? This weather is called a weather for two my dear.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry sir but I can’t do such thing.”

His smile slowly faded. “You would rather be stranded here?” When I said nothing, he shrugged and turned the key in the ignition. “No problem, suit yourself, God knows that I tried to be helpful.” He said and zoomed off.

Three minutes later, the first drops of rain poured from the sky and it came with a cold breeze. Goosebumps spread on my skin and I wrapped my arms around myself, I was shivering. I glanced down both sides of the road and realized that it was totally dark. There were no cars in sight. In despair, I took off my shoes and began to walk. I didn’t know how I intended to do it but I had made up my mind to walk home. The rain poured heavily now and in seconds I was completely drenched. My lower lip trembled and I regretted wearing this crap I called a dress. It barely covered my body and I had no bra on because of it was an alter-neck style. My feet soon got muddy and my w€t hair flattened against my head and face. I was a total mess. I was still trying to walk home when a pair of headlights appeared from around the bend. I didn’t even turn to look at it. All I knew was that if it were a man, he would simply want to sleep with me like the other two.

I noticed that the car did not try to zoom by but instead, it slowed down behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at the car but I was blinded from seeing the driver because of the bright headlights. I didn’t know why he was slowing down but if it was to talk to me, o have had enough of perverts for one night so I continued walking. The car honked but I ignored it. It honked twice but I wouldn’t stop nor look back. The car slowly moved along side the road till it reached me and I heard the window wind down halfway.

“Hey!” The driver called but I ignored him. “Hey!” He called louder.

“Please just go on your way and leave me alone!” I snapped without looking at him. “I’m not a prostitute!”

I heard him chuckle and he said next, “What the hell are you doing here at this time of the night? I thought you left the club almost an hour ago.”

Just then, I knew that whoever this driver was, knew me. I turned to squint at him and that was when I recognized you. “You. Chris right?” I continued walking and he still followed alongside with his car.

He smiled. “I’m glad you still remember my name.”

“Yeah, right…” I rolled my eyes.

“You know it’s pouring heavily right?” He said.

“Isn’t it obvious enough?” I gestured at my drenched body.

“Why are you here? Did your car break down or something? Where’s your husband?” He asked.

“Too many questions.” I mumbled.

“I’m just really surprised to see you here all by yourself and at this time.”

“Thanks for the concern.”

“Are you stranded?” He asked.

I swallowed hard. “No.”

“Then why are you walking?”

“I just want to do a little exercise.” I lied.

“And what kind of exercise is done in the middle of the night, on a dangerous road and in the rain?” He quizzixlcally asked.

“My kind.” I answered.

He simply shook his head and said, “it’s high time you get out of the rain or you are going to catch a cold.”

“I’m very much fine, thank you.”

“Your being stubborn is at your detriment. I insist.” He said.

“Please, you are the very reason why my husband ditched me right in the middle of nowhere.” I told him now, my shoulders sagging.

“No, I’m not. Simply agree that you married douchebag who treats you like crap!” He said. “Get in the car.

When I refused and continued to walk, he stopped the car, got down in the rain and hurried to me. “C’mon, stop being so hard-headed, just get in the car already.” He pressed.

“No, my husband would only get more angry if he sees me with you. He already accused me of having an affair.” I mused.

“And you feel this way all because an asshole whom you caught screwing a LovePeddler in car falsely accused you? From the look of things, it’s not the first time you have caught him cheating.”

“It doesn’t matter. This is what the society accepts. It’s born in every man to cheat.”

“Pardon me but I’m going to have to tell you to shut the fvck up! It’s not an inbuilt trait! Words like these are the very reason men think they have the right to cheat and it’s appalling that even women have surrendered and accepted that bullshit! Cheating is a choice, goddamnit!”

I simply sighed and asked, “Does it matter? This is a patriarchal world anyway where men are allowed to get away with a lot of things and women are at the receiving end.”

“I know right… Well, we are not going to debate over that standing in the rain, let’s just get you in the car first.”

“I don’t want to worsen my situation, Chris. I don’t want you to be the one my husband sees when he opens the gate, it will only justify his accusation.”

“So you are just going to punish yourself in order to please that idiot of a husband who dumped you here despite knowing how dangerous this road is?”

“Please Chris, enough of the name-calling, the man you are insulting is still my husband.” I said sternly.

“Well, get in the car. If you think I’m going to leave you here, think again.” He wouldn’t give up easily.

I paused now to ask. “What’s is to you? Why do you want to help me so bad? What do you want from me?”

He hesitated then shrugged. “I don’t know… I really have no idea.”

“Well, I think it’s high time you stopped hitting on me. You and I, can never happen. I AM MARRIED!”

“I get that fact but I would have cared all the same if it were to be some other stranded lady, so please, let’s get this over with. Let me take you home.”

“No!” I remained adamant.

“Don’t make me use force.” He said.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I uttered.

“Fine, that’s it!” He stated. “You had your chance!” Before I could say anything, he suddenly bent and scooped me up into his arms. I protested and asked me to set me down but he refused and simply carried me to the car where he set me down in the seat next to the driver’s then he hurried back in the rain to grabbed my shoes which I had accidentally dropped before he came around and joined me in the car. He automatically wound up the windows and when he noticed that I was still shivering, he took off his t-shirt and gave it to me and reluctantly I slipped it on and it made me a bit warm even though it was partially.

As he drove off, he glanced at me and shook his head when he saw my mascara running down my face. “You look a mess.” He noticed the dried blood in my nostril and also the black patch which was beginning to form around my left eye where Daniel had hit me. “He did that to you, didn’t he?”

I simply lowered my head but said nothing. Soon, I told him the name of my street and he drove me to the gate of my house. The rain had already reduced to a drizzle. I got down the car and thanked him profusely then walked towards the gate. He nodded and slowly drove away. I was all alone now and I could hear our neighbour’s guard dog, barking. I knocked on the gate and waited. When nothing happened, I knocked yet again and I could hear movements on the other side and then a flashlight came on.

“Na who be that?!” The gateman yelled.

“Musa!” I called out. “Na me.”

He recognized my voice immediately. “Oh! Madam?!” He quickly opened the gate. “Na you? I be dey wonder why you no follow Oga come back.” He moved out of the way and I hurried in.

As I walked to the door, my husband who must have heard us, came out to the porch. I tentatively approached him now, totally forgetting that I was still in Chris’ shirt. “What are you doing here?” He asked me as he leaned on his elbows on the railings.

I paused. “Please Daniel, I don’t have the time for any drama tonight. I’m very tired.” I started for the main door but he suddenly grabbed my arm and shoved me back and I staggered but quickly regained my stamina.

“Go back and sleep in your boyfriend’s house.” He spat.

“Daniel, I’ve told you that I’m not cheating on you! Just let me be please!” I said wearily.

He advanced towards me. “If you don’t leave my house now, you’ll die today!” He threatened.

I knew that it was not the first time he was saying such to me so I ignored him and attempted to go around him to the main door but he suddenly grabbed me by my hair and punched me in the ribs. I cried out in pain and double over on the ground.

“Do you think I’m joking?! I’m going to kill you, bury you and nobody will do a thing to me!” He suddenly grabbed me by the back of Chris’ shirt, roughly dragged me to the gate as he yelled at the gate man to open it then he pushed me out. I fell and bruised my knees but I was still unable to straighten up because of the pain in my ribs. I crawled to the gate, crying and begging him to open it but I heard him yell,

“Musa! Do not let that slut in! If you let her come in here, you’ll follow her out! I’ll fire you!”

Half-sprawled on the w€t ground, I leaned my shoulder against the gate, weakly banging on the lower part, calling out to my husband and pleading with him to let me in.

“Madam, no vex…” I heard Musa say from the other side once my husband and returned inside the house.

My ribs were hurting like hell and any slight movement worsened the pain. Just then the taillights of a car parked two houses away came on and the car reversed to my gate. I recognized the car at once. It was Chris and he hadn’t left like I had thought. He got down the car, walked around the back and came to me. He squatted on his toes before me and pursed his lips as he stared at me for a moment.

“Damn, you are in one fvcked up marriage.” He finally said.

I could not reply him, tears just kept spilling from my eyes. Then I saw him look up at the gate. “If I had the chance, I’d give your husband a serious beating. No good man treats a woman this way! Who lives his wife stranded on the road and then kicks her out of the house into the street in the middle of the night? I don’t know why the hell you are putting up with this shitty marriage but you had better get a divorce!” He stated angrily and then carried me again in his arms. When I winced in pain, he handled me more gently. He carried me to the car and gently placed me in the back seat then he got into the car and drove away. I had no idea where he was taking me to but somehow, I trusted this stranger whom I hadn’t even told my name. Slowly, I fell asleep, hoping the pain would go away.

Story continues this evening

Episode 7

I woke up the next morning feeling so groggy. I blinked several times to erase the blurriness of my vision and when it finally cleared, I looked around and noticed that I was in a strange place. At first I was confused. I almost jolted out of bed but the pain in my ribs quickly stopped that. I grimaced in pain and placed my hand on my hurting ribs. I swallowed hard and simply looked around. I noticed that I was in a beautiful room which had the touch of manliness in it. I stared down at myself and realized that I was in a clean oversized shirt and I gasped. Where were my clothes and who had taken them off?! I was trying to recollect what happened the previous night when I heard footsteps.

The door handle turned and the door opened. When I saw him, my eyes narrowed in disbelief. He was wearing no shirt and only had a pair of shorts on. Protectively pulling the duvet up to my chest, I asked

“Did we have s£x?”

He scoffed. “God, no! Even though I wanted to, definitely not with a bruised rib.”

I sighed, visibly relaxing. “Thank God!” I breathed and began to scan the room for my clothes. “Where are my clothes?”

“Um… I washed them… They are actually on the line drying.” He answered.

My eyes fell on the wall clock and I realized that it was past 9 in the morning. I panicked now. “Jeez! I have to get going now! My husband must be very worried about me now!” I started to slowly scoot to the edge of the bed.

He stopped me. “No, no, no!” He shook a finger at me. “You are not going back to that monster!”

“He is my husband!”


“Oh, please spare me that crap! Do you think the meaning of a husband lies in the title alone?! This man is going to kill you! Just look at yourself, you are a total mess! Have you even checked your ribs, you are badly bruised! What kind of a man hits a woman that way or even raises his hand at her at all?!”

“It’s not his fault. I was stubborn. I brought it all upon myself, Chris. If I hadn’t dragged him out of that car, he wouldn’t have hit me, I’m sure that he didn’t mean to.” I defended him.

“Oh, so you’d rather watch him screw another woman?! Gosh! What has the world done to you?! You are so susceptible!”

“You can say all you want but my marriage is for better for worse!” I retorted.

“I’m not letting you out of here until you break out of whatever spell your husband has you under! When will you realize that this guy doesn’t love, respect nor deserve you?! I’m not letting you go back to him just like that and I’m prepared to lock you in here if it requires that!”

“You wouldn’t keep me against my wish! That’s tantamount to kidnapping!”

“Say all you want but forgive my saying this, you are the most vulnerable woman I have ever come across! You have been treated so badly that you don’t even know your worth anymore!”

I frowned at his stinging words then I felt tears swelling at the back of my eyes again. They pooled at the bottom of my lids and spilled down my cheeks. He stared at me then heaved a sigh. Approaching me on the bed, he squatted in front of me and took my hand in his. “Hey, I never meant for you to cry…” He said softly. “I just don’t like the fact that you still haven’t realised that you are in a bondage in disguise of a marriage. I don’t wanna know how you met the d!ckhead, what I’m really concerned about is setting you free. You are so weak that you have just chosen to relax and accept whatever life throws at you. It doesn’t have to be this way. Not for you or anybody. Everyone deserves a good chance at life and you are denying yourself just that.”

I gently pulled my hand from his and he let it go. “You hungry?” He asked. “You must be hungry!” He concluded then straightened up. “I prepared breakfast. Can you get out of bed?” He asked.

I swallowed hard and slowly nodded. He took my hands again and gently helped me to my feet. I stood for a moment, gritting my teeth and trying to deal with the intense pain coming from my bruised ribs. Slowly, he helped me walk out of the room and down a flight of stairs.

“I don’t remember going up these stairs.” I told him.

He smiled, “I had to carry you. You were fast asleep.” He answered.

He led me past the sitting room to the dining room where he pulled out a chair and helped me sit before he sat down at the head of the dining table, very close to me. There were several balls of hot pancakes and two bowls of already-made pap, not to mention the two tins of peak mill set by each bowl.

“Did you go out to buy bean cakes?” I asked as my mouth watered at the sight of the food and that was when I realized that I was indeed very hungry.

“No, I made them myself.” He answered then glanced at me as he punched two holes each into the tins of milk and began to pour the milk on my pap. “Surprised?”


I smiled shyly for the very first time that morning. “Most men do not cook.”

“Well, I guess I’m part of the minority who sure knows how to cook.”

I took a spoonful of pap and milk and brought it to my lips and he quickly warned. “Careful, it’s hot.”

I nodded, blew some air into the spoon of pap before I put it into my mouth. As we ate, I noticed that he kept glancing at me. When we were done with breakfast, I attempted to clear the table but he refused, packed up the dishes and walked to the kitchen. Somehow, I decided to tag along but he made sure that I sat down on a kitchen stool so that I wouldn’t strain my injured side. As he busied himself with the dishes at the sink, I decided to ask him some questions about himself.

“Since you know so much about me already, do you mind telling me a little about yourself?”

He glanced over his shoulder at me. “What do you wanna know?”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m an architect.” He replied, “And I also run a spa on the island.”

“I see…” I slowly nodded. “So you live in this big house all by yourself?”

“Yes…”

“Why aren’t you married yet?”

“Married?” He scoffed. “Just haven’t found the right one.”

“Any girlfriend?”

“Broke up.”

“Why?”


“Some stupid tradition which says the oldest daughters must get married first before the younger ones. I went to see her folks but they said that I would have to marry her elder sister who’s already thirty-eight years of age.”

“And that made you quit?”

He paused to give me a look. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah, I mean, you could have just done a court wedding or something.”

“I am not going to marry into a family where I’m not wanted. I can’t do what they ask of me, I’m no Jacob who married Leah when who he wanted all along was Rachael. I’m not going to let anyone play a fast one on me.”

“So you guys broke up?”

“Well, she is married now… She met up with some dude whom she talked into impregnating her and her family had no other choice than to just marry her off to the dude. The little problem I have down at the village after my Father’s death also contributed to her hasty decision but let’s leave that. That’s a story for another day.”

“Well, you should have done just that… I mean impregnated her if it would have made you have your way easily.” I teased.

“There’s no way I’m going to stop so low. I ain’t getting any child out of wedlock.” He stated firmly and by this time he was done washing and rinsing the dishes and he set them in the rack and the utensils where they also belonged then he joined me, pulled a stool and sat opposite me, leaning his elbows on the counter. “You know that I’m yet to know your name, right? I’m tired of calling you hey.”

I smiled. “It’s Victoria.”

“Perfect. My mum’s namesake.” He grinned. “But she’s late.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I said.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. She died years back when I was in secondary school…” A short silence passed between us and he slowly lifted his hand and reached out to gently caressed my bruised left eye with his thumb. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really, it’s just numb. Feels heavy.” I answered and slowly drew my head back out of his reach. The way he was treating me like I had never been treated before by a man was slowly getting to me and I knew I was bound to fall for him soon if I wasn’t careful. “I should go take a bath.” I said, cooking up an excuse to stay away from him. I needed some alone time to clear my head before I did something foolish like kissing him. I needed to remember that I was married and shouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize my marriage.

“You can use the bathroom in my room.” He said as I got off the stool. “Need some help?”

“No…” I blinked. “I can very much take care of myself.”

“You can grab a shirt in my closet if you need to change into something new.” He told me and I simply nodded and walked out of the kitchen even though I could feel his eyes boring into my back.

As I took a shower, I thought of him. He occupied my mind all through and as the water gushed out of the shower head and cascaded down my body, I imagined that it was his hands slowly caressing my body and I felt my n!poles growing hard just from the thought of it. Shame suddenly engulfed me and I began to cast out the devil who was implanting such thoughts in my mind. I was married and it was inappropriate for me to be daydreaming about any other man besides my husband.

“It’s okay to daydream you know?”

I was suddenly startled by his voice and I turned to find him sitting on the bathtub. Although the glass walls of the shower had grown foggy from the warm water I was bathing with but I felt totally n@ked. I quickly squeezed my thighs together and wrapped my arms around my body to conceal my bre@sts from him. “What are you doing here?” I asked him through the glass.

He had his head down and was not staring at me. “Forgive me, I just found myself being drawn to the bathroom and I couldn’t resist the urge.”

I turned off the shower and eyed the towel I had hung on the rung outside the shower, he seemed to have read my mind and he simply rose, grabbed the towel, opened the shower glass door and thrust it towards me with his head still hung down. I carefully collected the towel from him, making sure that our fingers didn’t meet. Quickly wrapping the towel around my body, I stepped out of the shower and asked, a little bit annoyed.

“Do you invade the privacy of every female guest you have?”

“No, just you.” He answered and I could tell that he was being sincere.



“How do you feel now?” He asked.

“Refreshed.” I answered and started for the bedroom and he followed. I found a big t-shirt spread neat on the bed with the bold writing on it: HE IS MINE. “What’s this?

“A t-shirt.” He answered. He had his hands in his shorts’ pockets now as he watched me.

“I know what it is quite alright, I meant why this t-shirt and whose is it?”

“My ex… Don’t worry, she never even got the chance to see it. We broke up before I could give it to her.”

I stared at the t-shirt for a moment, contemplating whether to wear it or not. “The words on it are inappropriate.” I complained.

“Yet harmless.” He countered.

I sighed then said, “Fine, could you are least give me some privacy?”

“Sure.” He turned to leave when I said:

“And please, put on a shirt please.”

He paused and partially turned to look at me, “Do I intimidate you?”

“No… Not really…” I stuttered. “You are all ripped and-” I trailed off. I wanted to say “hot” but I kept mum.

“I get it.” He said in understanding and walked to the closet. He soon emerged, dressed in a almost body-hugging red t-shirt. “Better now?” He asked.

“Yeah, sort of…” I said and he walked out of the room. Immediately he was gone, I heaved a sigh and sat down on the foot of the bed then I ran my hand over the printed letters of the shirt as I thought of what next step to take concerning my husband. Should I go to my parents and beg them to follow me down to my house to help apologize to Daniel on my behalf? Or should I go to my sister-in-law and hope that she could help settle things between us.

I was still thinking of a way forward to get out of my mess when the door suddenly opened and Chris appeared. Before I could finish asking what was wrong, he crossed the room in long strides, bent down, grabbed my face in both hands and suddenly merged his lips with mine and my words seized in my throat. I was stunned.

To Be Continued…

Episode 8

The kiss was so intensed that that when he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard. I stared at him in disbelief. I have never been kissed that way before. My eyes travelled down to his shorts and I noticed that a small bulge had formed there. I began to shake my head slowly and lean backward on the bed as he got on his knees on the bed above me. The more he tried to reach his face with mine, the more I created a gap between us till my back touched the bed and I had nowhere else to run to.

“No, no, no, Chris I can’t…” I told him. “I’m married, I just can’t.”

“Shrrr…” He whispered, now lying partially on me as he stared down into my eyes. I could feel his warm er£ction pressed against my thigh and I shuddered. “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“Please don’t because I’m very vulnerable right now…” I said frankly.

“I know…” He answered as he began to draw invisible lines on my shoulder and down my arm and that seemed to give me a tingling feeling between my thighs.

In my mind, I began to pray all the prayers I knew how to in my head. I had never been this aroused not even around my husband and I wondered why being around Chris or a slightest touch from him could cause my cl!toris to respond. I remembered when my mother wanted to have my cl!toris completely removed in a proposed circvmcision. She had claimed that girls whose cl!toris were still intact were bound to be promiscuous and so, cheat on their husbands and maybe she was right after all. I could feel Chris’ breath on my face and my neck and I tried not to meet his eyes.

“What’s the craziest thing you have ever done s£xually?” He asked me in a sultry tone, still drawing lines down my arm.

I swallowed hard. I went through my memory to find out but I had none. All I remember was how my husband selfishly used me to satisfy his own s£xual needs, leaving me high and dry and going to sleep without caring if I was satisfied or not. According to him, s£x was meant to be enjoyed by men alone and not women. s£x was for the purpose of conception for women and that is all there was to it.

I sighed and finally lifted my eyes to meet his. “My craziest fantasies have only lived in my head.”

He stared at me in surprise. “For real?” When I nodded, I saw a sly look in his eyes and slowly, his hand moved from my arm, down the towel towards my crotch. At first I stiffened and I felt his fingers slowly part the lower edges of the towel before slipping them in to touch my thigh and I gasped softly and stared into his eyes.

“You promised you wouldn’t take advantage of me.” I whispered in a feeble manner. My head was screaming that I got up and left that spot but my body was screaming for acceptance.

“I don’t intend to… Especially not in the way you think I will.” He whispered back. I felt his index finger and his middle finger stroke my cl!t in unison and my body responded to the teasing touch. His fingers got bolder and they delved lower to my vulva, like a scissors, they pinched my labia minora and gently tugged at it. By then, I could feel myself moistening up. He did this for some seconds before he parted his fingers thereby parting my labia and then he I felt him slide his middle finger down inside my labia minora while his index finger and ring finger held the two small flesh apart.

I wanted to say no. I began to squirm a bit as his finger slid lower towards my w€t opening. Before I could reach for his have and to take it away from my sacred spot, he slowly unknotted my towel, throwing it open to expose my [email protected] and I felt his warm mouth instantly cover one of my n!poles, I was still trying to recover from the pleasant sensation I felt when almost at the same time, he slid his middle finger inside of me, then changed the position of his hand so that while he slowly fingered me, his thumb also rubbed my cl!t.

It was like three pleasures at once. I let out a m0an against my wish. I was going crazy. What was this feeling? What was happening to my body? It was as if his touch sent vibrations all over my body and to tingled parts that I never knew could be tingled. I closed my eyes as he continued to suck my n!pole, roll it in his mouth, give it soft bites then flicked with his tongue. And down there, his thumb continued to work wonders on my cl!t while his middle finger moved in and out of me in a rhythmic way.

Just when I thought that that was all there was to it, he detached his lips from my n!poles, pulled his finger out of me and slowly slid down my body with his lips trailing kiss from my cleavage to my navel and then to my pubic where I had a little growth of hair. His eyes never left my curious ones as he slowly stuck out his tongue and flicked my cl!toris with the tip. I flinched. Suddenly, he buried his mouth on the spot and sucked on the sensitive bud and I began to squirm and m0an. He wrapped his arms around each of my thighs and drew me down to meet his mouth so that I couldn’t escape from the torture of his pleasuring tongue. This was all strange and at the same time exciting. I never knew that a day would come when a man would go down on me, especially without my asking him to.

My husband had never even attempted to bring his face close to my pvssy. He did that to other girls but never to me. All he revelled in was shoving his cock to the back of my throat and washing me gag on it for some seconds. I was still in thought when Chris’ tongue swept up across my vulva and my fingers sunk into the bedsheet. He licked and sucked me like an expert to the extent that it felt so good and I wanted this moment to never end. I felt like a lot of burden had been taking off my shoulders and I was as light as a feather. I felt free and more open. He sucked and licked every nook and cranny of my pvssy that sometimes, I would clamp my thighs shut against his head. As he licked me up, he let go of my thighs and I felt his middle finger slid into me again. While he sucked me, he curved his finger upward inside of me and began to slightly flick my center of gravity.

The pleasure grew intensed. It was as if whatever he was doing to me simultaneously began to shake sparks of pleasure into different parts of my body. I felt something strange but wonderful slowly building inside my body. It grew and grew and before I knew it, it climaxed and I was literally m0aning out loud in pleasure as orgasm took over my entire body. I began to writhe in ecstasy. The orgasm was mind blowing and it felt like I had been shot out of planet Earth and back. I didn’t want it to stop but much to my dismay, it slowly died down but the feeling lingered, leaving my cl!t swollen and very sensitive to touch. I heaved a sigh as I stared up at the ceiling in amazement, wondering where Chris had been all my life.

He crawled up my body and placed a kiss on my forehead and somehow I felt love. Then he lowered himself and placed the side of his head on my cleavage. My heart was pounding as I tried to recover from my orgasm but he lay there quietly on my chest and began to slowly flick one of my n!poles with his finger. I noticed that he was still hard because I could feel it on my lap and somehow, I felt guilty. He had just pleasured me but had gotten nothing in return which was unfair.

As a short silence ensued between us, I finally broke it by blurting. “I don’t mind doing the same to you, you know? I think I owe you that for giving me my first orgasm.”

I felt him smile, because his cheeks moved on my chest and he simply replied without looking up at me or taking his eyes off the n!pole he was playing with. “Yeah, but in as much as I will love to watch you wrap your beautiful lips around my d!ck, I’ll pass.”

“Why?” I was both puzzled and curious now. “You don’t find me attractive enough?”

He clicked his tongue. “I wouldn’t devour your pvssy that way if I didn’t. I practically just ravished you and I bet you might be a bit sore now.”

“Then why?” I pressed.

“Tell you what, I’m actually imagining something nasty about you right now.” He said and I could feel the hot air coming out of his nostrils hit the side of my lips

“Care to share?” I asked inquisitively.

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I actually just wanna lie on my back with my fingers entwined under my head while I watch you slide your warm pvssy down my hard king.”

He smiled. “You like the cowgirl then.” I said wryly.

“I like things the other way around. I could probably injure you if I were to oblige my thoughts right now because I’m damn starved and super anxious to bury myself deep inside of you.

His mere words began to arouse me once again. “Why are you holding back?” I found myself asking.

He lifted his head up then placing his chin lightly between my [email protected], he stared into my eyes and sincerely answered. “Cuz you are still married. You belong to another man, Victoria.”

My brow creased in confusion. “But you just went down on me. You have seen me, touched me and tasted me. What could be any worse than that?”

“In as much as s£x is now cheap and easy to get, it’s still sacred, Victoria. Yes, I have seen, touched and tasted you but I have not mixed my soul with yours. That’s what s£x does. I can’t possibly defy another man’s wife. You have to decide what you want and who you want to be with.”

I started to grow tensed now. I lifted my head off the bed and asked. “Are you in any way asking me to divorce my husband so I can be with you?”

“No, I haven’t said that… At least not yet. But you are an adult and you should know what’s good for you. Would you rather spend the rest of your life living in a loveless marriage?”

“You don’t know anything about my marriage!” I defended, breathing hard in anger, now propped on my elbows which made him take his chin off my chest.

“I might not, but I have seen enough to know that you do not love him too. I don’t know why you are in it though. Is it because he’s rich?”

I looked away and said nothing.

He continued. “Look Victoria, I’m never going to force you to do whatever you do not want to. The decision of either choosing to remain in or Leave that marriage is totally up to you and I’m not going to impose any decision on you. If you wanna be happy, do the right thing, if you wanna keep wallowing in sorrow and pain, you are not too far away from it already.

I opened my mouth to speak when we heard a noise outside. It was like a ruckus and he got up and moved to the window where he could see the gate. I got up, quickly slipped into the t-shirt and then my tight which I had worn under my dress to the club. I joined him at the window and we could see the gate man arguing with some elderly men in red caps and igbo native attires and they had a lady with them.

“Shit!” I heard him mutter under his breath and I turned to give him an inquiringly look.

“What is it?” I asked.

“The least people I expect.” He answered and then called out loud to the gate man. “Effiong! Effiong!”

“Oga!” The gateman replied aloud, turning towards the window but still barricading the partially open gate with his body as if trying to make sure no one came through it.

“What’s going on out there?” Chris asked.

“Oga, na all these old men o! Dem say dem be your papa brothers and elders of your village. I tell them say I no know them and you no dey expect any one from village, dem no wan gree and they wan just enter by force!” (Boss, it’s some old men! They claim that they are your uncles and elders from your village. I told them that you are not expecting anyone from the village but they want to force their way in!)

Chris sighed then replied. “Let them in!”

“You say, oga?” The gateman said in surprise as if he hadn’t heard Chris right the first time.

“I said let them in!” Chris repeated then moved away from the window and walked out of the room without another word to me. Curious to know what was going on, I followed him and we descended the stairs just in time to find three elderly women and the lady who was carrying a bag walk into the living room.

“Ha! There he is!” The first elder exclaimed. “That’s our son!” He pointed his walking stick up at Chris who was still descending the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

The other elders were busy looking around and admiring the sitting room and their village scent instantly permeated the air in the sitting room. I remained on the stairs to watch what was going to happen while Chris walked towards them.

“My elders, I greet you but why the surprised visit? How did you find where I live?”

“Your aunt gave us your house address in Lagos, so we decided to come here and do the needful.” The first elder replied.

“I hope everything is okay?” Chris asked.

“Ehn…” The first elder reached behind him, wrapped a hand around the lady’s upper arm and pulled her forward to his side. “We have brought your wife.”

Chris scrutinized the lady for a moment and asked, “Isn’t she my late father’s wife?” He asked. “Why did you bring her here? Why can’t you just let her return to her family?”

“Chris…” A second elder stepped forward to explain. “You know your father married her just a few months before he unfortunately passed away.”

“And I was against his decision to do so.”

“Well, Uju here is still young, she’s just twenty four and so young a widow she is.” The second elder explained.

“And what has that got to do with me?” Chris asked tersely.

“It’s our tradition that the first son must take after his father by marrying his youngest widow if she’s still below thirty and we the elders have dutifully brought Obinanuju here to Lagos to you. Fortunately, she never conceived for your father, I think your father was too hold to fire that spot very well. Well, since your father is dead, you are to marry her. Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay any brideprice. Your father’s bride price have already covered it all. All you have to do is let her live here with you so that she will not be lonely in the village and all these young jobless youths that we have there will not tempt her into offending the gods.” He chuckled and asked the other elders. “Or is it not so?”

“It’s so.” They agreed and laughed too.

“I don’t know what you old men are up to but if this is a joke, it had better stop. Take this girl back to the village or better still, one of you can marry her.” Chris spat.

“Taaaa!” The third elder exclaimed.

“Abormination!” The second elder clicked his fingers in the air.

“Alu!” The first elder squeezed his shoulders. “Chris, if we lie with your father’s wife, Amadioha will strike us with a terrible diseases. The knacking is solely for you alone. Uju is a beautiful girl, see her backyard, it’s enough to make any man’s eyes pop out. She’s your possession and we have brought her to you to keep. You can knack her anytime you want… Help your father continue where he stopped.”

Chris frowned. “Are you people not listening to me? I said that I’m not interested. I don’t want a wife, and definitely not the one my father has laid with!”

I saw the elders rivet their gaces to me now. “And who’s that one on the stairs there?” The third elder pointed his walking stick at me. “We didn’t know that you are married…” Then he turned to the other elders and ask. “Or did any of you accompany him with a keg of palm wine or some kolanuts to her family house?”

“No, not at all…” They chorused, shaking their heads and I caught the first elder ogling my exposed thighs where the t-shirt stopped.

“Leave her out of this, she’s my guest!” Chris said to the elders.

Episode 9

I felt nervous as I watched what was going on from the stairwell. Somehow, I felt a little jealousy creep into me even though that I had absolutely no right to be jealous. I checked the girl out, scrutinizing her from where I stood. Unlike me, she was fair in complexion. I could settle in between a little plump or just okay but she was close to being skin. Her backside stood out and it was as if one could place a cup on it and it would remain there for some seconds. she was close to what I would call pretty. She had on a natural hairstyle and had a black mark on her right temple like most people from the Eastern part did. Her eyes were sharp and I read something about her that was a little bit unsettling but I waved the thought aside and concluded that I shouldn’t just judge her before knowing her.

“Obianuju?” The second elder turned to her. “We have done our part according to tradition and now it’s left to you to behave as a good wife. Do not look down at your new husband because he’s way younger than his father. As long as a man can make your waist ache in the bedroom and can also put food on the table, then that’s the perfect definition of a man. You should love and respect him like you did your first husband. Remember that the way to a man’s heart is his stomach so Fred him very well with those delicious food you have been serving your late husband. Anytime you want, he will give you. As you can see, he’s rich. We will send this house address to your parents so that they can know where to find you in case they need to see you. And…” He smiled now. “I hope that by the time we come visiting, you’ll be very heavy with his child. A home is nothing without a child in it… God will bless you both with enough sons to carry on your legacy and-”

Having had enough of the elder’s words, Chris rudely cut in. “Are you people not listening to me? I said that I’m not interested! She’s not my taste! She’s not even educated!”

“My son, Uju has a secondary school certificate. You can sponsor her to the university to suit your taste. See, she’s a very fast learner so I assure you that your problems with her will be minimal.” The first elder said.

“It’s not even about the education alone. I’m simply not interested. What kind of stupid tradition is this?! How can you people force me to marry someone that warmed my father’s bed for two years? I can’t even imagine it.”

“It doesn’t matter…” Stated the third elder. “As long as your father didn’t leave his John-thomas inside of her. Your father was the one who deflowered this girl. I’m sure that she’s still very tight because your father didn’t have enough time to drill the holes very well. In fact, you are lucky that a child hasn’t passed through it yet. Your baby will be the first.” He glanced down at his wristwatch and tapped the end of his walking stick on the floor then said, “Anyway, we have to go now if we are to arrive before midnight at the village. We have to take our leave now. The journey was very stressful.”

“Hold on.” Chris stated and turned. He came up the stairs, walked past me she disappeared above, soon, he returned holding two bundles of money then he thrust one of the bundles towards the first elder who took it and stared at in amazement as Chris explained. “That’s one hundred and fifty thousand naira. That’s for your inconveniences and your transport fare back home.”

“Ha! My son, but this is too much.” The first elder said but quickly shrugged the third elder away who tried to take the money from it. “But all the same, it’s not a good thing for an elder to return a gift, especially money, so may the gods bless you abundantly and replenish your pocket.”

“Amen sir…” Chris said then thrust the second bundle towards the girl who hesitated and gave him a puzzled look before glancing at the elders who were also puzzled. “Take it.” Chris said to her but she didn’t reach for it.

“Stop behaving like a bush girl, take it! The second elder goaded her and she reluctantly took the money from him.

“I’m paying you off. Go back with the elders. That’s a hundred thousand naira. Use it for anything you want. Open a business or anything and get your life back together. I don’t know who you are and why you even agreed to this nonsense in the first place, but get one thing straight, my late father married you, not me, which makes you his widow. I’m setting you free because I’m not going to be a victim of this nonsense tradition. Go back to the village and remarry if you want to, but as for me, I have just found the woman of my dreams.”

“Ahan…” The second elder said in surprise as he exchanged glances with the other two. “Son of Okafor, what do you think you are doing? You can’t pay her off. Our tradition doesn’t allow that. It’s a must that you marry her. The only way this can be nullified is if she refuses to marry you then we will have to perform some sacrifices in the village to appease the gods and set her free since she has no heir for your father which has not fully linked her to your family, but for now, paying her off is like incurring the wrath of the gods.” Then he turned to the girl and ask, “Or Uju, don’t you want to marry him? Don’t you like him?”

She glanced around the sitting room in admiration then returned her eyes to Chris. “I want to sir.” She spoke for the first time and in a shy way. “I like him already.” She smiled shyly with her hands almost covering her face as she turned away and the elders gave some remarks and laughed.

“Then it is settled!” Said the first elder to Chris. “Uju has confessed that she likes you already, what more could you possibly want?”

“I don’t like her.” Chris stated flatly. “I want her gone this instance! Take her back to where you brought her from. I will never marry my father’s widow.”

The third elder cleared his throat then said soberly. “My son, ehn, I appreciate the money that you have given us but what you ask of us is impossible. Since Uju has confessed that she likes you, our hands are tied. We will have to leave her here, may the gods forbid that we take her back to the village with us. I’d advise you let her live with you. As time goes on, who knows? You might come to like her too then you’ll know what your father saw in her. If as time goes on and she changes her mind before conceiving for you and states that she’s no longer interested, then who are we not to set her free? Or is that not so, my fellow elders?” The other elders nodded in affirmative, mumbling some words in igbo language. Then the third elder continued. “Our son, we can no longer debate over this issue anymore, especially if we do not want to miss our bus. We leave your house in peace.”

I saw the second elder moved closer to the girl and took the money from her which he quickly slipped into his pocket. “Let me help you give this to your parents. I’m sure that your mother needs a new wrapper while your father needs to replace his bicycle and get some new farm tools.” He chuckled and flinched his brows at her but she said nothing. I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to give her parents a dime from that money. The selfish old man.

The third elder turned towards the door and the others followed. Chris called after them but they only shook their hands in the air and shook their heads but they didn’t turn. One by one, they walked of the living room and were gone.

Chris turned from the door and stared at the girl for a moment. His eyes ran down her body. She was wearing a black striped blouse and a flowing blue skirt which matched a black pair of slippers. She hugged her bag of clothes to her stomach and lowered her eyes in respect as he scrutinized her again. “What’s that your name again?” He asked.

“Uju, sir!” She curtsied. “Obinanuju!”

Chris heaved a sigh then said, “Look, I know that you are not a child and you know what you want. I have a feeling that this elders forced you on me and I hope that before the week runs out, you’ll change your mind and return to your village but for now, I’ll let you stay in my guest room.”

“Where can I find the kitchen sir?” She asked.

Chris gave a puzzled frown. “Why?

“I came with some soup ingredients from the village.” She answered. “I want to prepare delicious Oha soup for you. That’s how we welcome our husband in my family. I also have bush meat and some periwinkles in my bag here.” She patted her bag. “I’m a very good cook.”

Chris made a face as he glanced at her bag. “Do not worry about that. it won’t be necessary, for now, I’ll show you to your room so that you can freshen up, change your clothes, I’ll get you a body spray and please get rid of whatever bushmeat is inside your bag cuz I can’t stand the smell. When you are done, I’ll take you out so that you can buy some new clothes and get rid of this sweep-africa-clean skirt that you are wearing.

She glanced down at her skirt. “What’s wrong with my skirt, sir?”

Chris gave the skirt another look and shook his head in disapproval. “This is Lagos. You don’t wear such skirts here. You can get it Tangled in a bus when you are about to get down from it. In Lagos, you have to look sharp. Your dressing tells a lot about you and fraudsters can easily figure out that you are a newbie, so you’ll have to change your entire wardrobe if you are to fit in.”

“Alright sir.” She meekly said.

“Come with me.” Chris said and started to lead her towards the stairs as they came up towards me, Chris leaned in and whispered with a remorseful smile. “I’m sorry that you had to witness this, as you can see, my hands are tied and she was just dumped on me like that.”

“You owe me no explanation whatsoever, Chris.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I saw everything and I perfectly understand.”

“Yeah…” I saw him bite a part of his lower lip before he said to me again. “I want you to go with us. I need to get you some clothes too.”

I gave him a surprised look. “You don’t expect me to stay here, do you?”

“Then where will you go to? Back to him? If he doesn’t come looking for you then it means he’s not remorseful yet but if you were to go to your parents, I just might let you.”

“No…” I slowly shook my head. “That’s not a good idea. They never listen to me. They care about him more than they do about me. In their eyes, he can never be wrong and the fault is always mine.”

He nodded and took my hand, then patted the back of it. “I understand but don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He kissed my knuckles and went up the stairs and I saw Uju give us a curious look. As she walked past me, she sized me up and said, “Aunty, good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.” I acknowledged her and she simply walked past me. Soon I followed and saw her go down the hallway to a door at the end and Chris opened it and led her in. I walked into Chris’ bedroom and sat down on the bed and some minutes later, Chris appeared. He squatted in front of me and kissed the tip of my nose. “You’ll have to get into your gown again so that we can go out, I believe that it’s dry by now.”

I nodded. He was about kissing me again when Uju appeared in the open doorway, clad in only a wrapper. “My husband.”

“What!” Chris cringed at the mention of the word and rose to look at her. “Do not call me that.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Call me by my name. My name is Chris.”

“No o…” She shook her head in defiance. “It’s disrespect to call a husband by his name, I’ll have to look for a pet name…” She began to think, looking up at the ceiling with her index finger in her mouth..

“Do not call me any pet names please!” Chris tried to interrupt her.

“Ehen!” Her eyes brightened up and she clicked her fingers “I’ll call you Obim.”

“I don’t want a pet name!” Chris said firmly then asked. “What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be having a bath? And why the hell do you have a wrapper on?”

“We tie wrapper in the village if we want to bath.” She answered.

“No no no no, not in my house! This is the city and you can’t go around tying wrapper while you are fully n@ked under it.”

“Then should I do? Do you want me to take it off?” She began to loosen the wrapper from above her chest.

“No no no!” Chris yelled, sticking his hand out towards her and turning his head away. “There’s a towel in the bathroom. That’s what you use when you want to take a shower. And it’s only to be used inside your room, you can’t walk around the house in it.”

“Okay o…” She said in resignation then glanced around the room. “Ehmmm… I did not see your clothes inside the cupboard.”

“It’s called a wardrobe, not a cupboard. That’s the guest room and my clothes aren’t supposed to be there. They are in here. This is my room.”

She gave a puzzled frown. “Then why did you take me to that empty room? We are husband and wife and I’m supposed to be here. Why is this aunty sitting on our bed?”

Chris glanced down at me then back at her. “Are you okay? Are you by anyway insinuating that we share a bed?!”

“Is that not the normal thing? Or do husband and wife have different rooms in the city?”

Chris placed his hands on his hip, lowered his chin and shook his head in frustration. “Uju, go back to that room, you and I will not share the same bed, get that straight!”

She cast a glare at me. “Who’s this aunty sef?! Look at what she’s wearing. All her laps are showing. Or is she ashawo?! Those girls who stand on the road and follow men to hotels?”

I gasped.

“What!” Chris exclaimed. “That’s it, to your room!” Chris pointed towards the guest room, walked to the door and slammed it shut. We heard her grumbling outside before she finally walked away, fuming.

Chris slowly turned to look at me. “I’m sure that came out wrong! She didn’t mean to say it, she’s just naive. I’m sorry.”

I swallowed hard. “She’s right, Chris. I don’t belong here and I really should leave so that I could give you two some space.”

“No… Please… Stay with me…” He pleaded. “You’ll not leave me in my dilemma now, will you? Just please stay and battle this with me. I’m sure that before the week runs out and when she realises that I have no interest in her, she’ll pack up and leave.”

I sighed then said. “Fine, but one week it is. I’ll have to go see my husband too.”

“And I guess that I’ll try not to stop you.” He reluctantly said.

After thirty minutes, as Chris and I descended the stairs, Obianuju rushed past us and disappeared outside the house. When we reached outside, we found her leaning on the other door opposite the driver’s. Chris and I exchanged glances but said nothing. As Chris unlocked the doors with his remote, she quickly opened it and jumped into the front seat. Before Chris could order her to the back, I held his hand and he held his peace. I sat down at the back and Chris got in next to her and drove out.

When we reached the boutique, Chris instructed the sales girl to attend to Uju, while he went around with me, helping me pick some clothes. Whenever I tried out a hat it sunshade, we would laugh or he would tease me about a certain outfit that I had picked. All the while, I noticed that Obianuju stated close, she kept shooting glares at us and hissed a million times. I realized that whatever Chris liked and selected for me, she quickly instructed the sales rep to select the same design but with a different colour. I tried to ignore her as best as I could but Chris just couldn’t stand her. Chris saw a handbag and told me to choose it, but Uju suddenly brushed between us snatched up the bag and handed it to the sales girl who was carrying everything she had selected.

The story continues tomorrow

Episode 10

By the time we got home, I was tired so after keeping everything we have shopped and also the new smart phone he had bought me in Chris’ room, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to cook. I didn’t know my way around the kitchen yet but it was easy to find most of the utensils because Chris kept his kitchen properly arranged. I thought of preparing jollof rice and was about turning on the gas when Uju walked into the kitchen.

“Aunty, what are you doing?” She asked.

I glanced at her. “I want to prepare rice.”

“For who?”

“Um….” I drawled. “For us, why?”

“I hope it’s not for my Obim?” She gave me a disgruntled look.

I turned fully to look at her now, surprised at her attitude. “Weren’t you the quiet and shy girl some several hours back?” I asked.

“Shy?” She gave me a look. “Who’s shy? Do I look shy to you? Why shall I shy? Bia, aunty or whatever you are. I’m respecting you o. The fact that I’m from the village doesn’t mean that I don’t know my right o. Please and please, I don’t know who or what you are to my Obim but please you are disturbing me by putting sand in my garri. Please when are you leaving?”

“Leaving? Do you realize that you only just came to this house today?”

“And so? Obim is mine. Legally mine. Why do you think that I married his father in the first place?”

I gave her a suspicious look. “What are you insinuating, that this was planned all along? That his father didn’t die a natural death?”

“Say whatever you like. Just listen to me. My name is Obinanuju, the local champion. No body messes with me and gets away with it. When I see what I want, I go for it at all cost and not even you will stop me.”

“See, Uju, I don’t have time for this nonsense! If you do not want to eat my food, fine, you can as well help yourself in the kitchen and prepare yours.” As I grabbed a pot, she took it from my hand and returned it to where I had taken it from. “Uju, what’s your problem?” I asked.

“You are my problem. Aunty, come and go!” She said in my face and I had to draw my shoulders back.

Chris walked into the kitchen just then and Uju instantly composed herself, replacing her menacing look with a warm smile. “What’s going on?” He glanced from sweet-smiling Uju to me who was still staring at her in shock.

“Nothing Obim, I was just telling madam how very fun the village is…” Then she stared at me, laughed and playfully slapped my upper arm. “Abi aunty?”

“Y…yes…s…” I stammered in response and forced a smile.

“Okay…” Chris said skeptically, smiled at me then stretched a hand towards me. “Come watch some movies with me.”

I hesitantly placed my hand in his while I nervously glanced at Uju whose smile didn’t reach her eyes.


“But I was just about to prepare something for dinner.” I told Chris.

“Don’t worry…” I just ordered pizza and some drinks.” He told me then led me to the sitting room and before we turned the corner, I glanced over my shoulder to find Uju glowering at me. An hour later, I was lying on the couch with my back against Chris’ chest and eating some pizza when Uju approached with a tray of Eba and Oha soup then she pulled a small table towards Chris and set the tray on it while Chris stared at her in surprise. Then she quickly hurried away and later returned with a bowl of water two chilled bottled water. She was grinning from ear to ear when she also set those down too. Next, she pulled another small stool closer and sat on it facing Chris, by this time, I have risen to a sitting position as Chris and I stared at her in bemusement. The soup smelled so nice that I lost interest in the pizza immediately.

“Obim, come and eat please.” She said in the sweetest voice. “Your father used to like my cooking very much.”

Steve glanced at me and I could read the message in his expression. He was asking if we should go ahead and eat and I nodded. There was no way I would miss such a meal. When she saw Chris throw his feet to the floor from the couch to face the food, her smile widened and she eagerly grabbed the bowl of water and held it to him. Chris washed his hands and when I attempted to do the same, she gave me a glare and placed the bowl down. I sighed, reached for the bowl myself and washed my hand and by now, Chris was already eating. As I attempted to reach for the Eba, she pulled the plate out of reach. When Chris gave her a look, she quickly smiled and said,

“It’s very hot, I don’t want it to burn her fingers. You know that she looks very fragile.”


Chris said nothing but what he did next, surprised me. He took a morsel, dipped it in the soup and fed me. Uju stopped eating to glare at us. “Obim, you won’t feed me too?” She asked, eyeing me maliciously.

“I have told you not to call me that.” Chris warned her.

She pouted and grudgingly resumed eating and eying me occasionally. I felt highly uncomfortable and just wanted to leave. Each time Chris brought a morsel to my mouth and I was nervously staring at Uju, he would simply turn my face with his other hand. Soon, the food finished and as I attempted to pack up the dishes, surprisingly, Uju allowed me. She got up and instantly replaced me on my seat while I took everything back to the kitchen and began to wash them.

CHRIS’ POV (Point of View)




As soon as Victoria rose to gather the dishes to the kitchen, Uju rose and sat next to me. After Victoria went to the kitchen, Uju glanced at the TV and smiled at me.

“Obim, what are you watching?” She asked me.

“Avengers.” I reluctantly answered, uncomfortable with how awfully close she was seated next to me.

“What’s avengers? Are the gods avenging someone?” She asked and I gave her a look.

“No… These are superheroes!” I stated.

“Okay…” She nodded, turned to look at the TV then I saw her put her legs up on the couch and began to slowly lean her backwards against my chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Behaving like a wife na.” She said but before her back could come in contact with my chest, I suddenly stood up and she fell back against the arm of the couch. She quickly sat up to look at me in surprise. “Obim, what is it?”

“You have got to stop whatever nonsense is going through that head of yours. There’s no us. We are never happening.” I told her firmly.

“But why? Am I not beautiful enough? What does that aunty have that I do not? I even have uku (buttocks) more than her.”

“I don’t care about your bloody uku! If it moved my father, it will never move me! Just stop all these nonsense!” I warned her and stalked to the kitchen to join Victoria but I didn’t tell her what Uju had attempted to do.

★★★



That night by past ten, I was in bed cuddling and chit-chatting with Victoria on my bed and stealing kisses while we laughed when someone knocked on my door, interrupting us. I lifted my head off the pillow to stare at my door then yelled, “Yes?”

The door opened and Uju stepped in, dressed in a seductive nightgown that made her curves pronounced. Damn, the elders were right, this girl learned too fast. I propped up on an elbow to give her a flustered look, “What do you want?”

She was pouting with her arms folded under her bre@sts whose n!poles were threatening to tear through the thin material of her gown. “Me, I cannot sleep alone o.” She grumbled, averting her gaze to the side.

“What do you mean by you cannot sleep alone? Are you a child?” I asked, annoyed.

“No, I’m not but I want to sleep here in this room.” She stated she Victoria slowly detached herself from my arms and sat up.

“Is something wrong with you? What happened to your own room?

“It’s lonely there. I’m there hearing two of you laugh, me too, I want to laugh.”

I frowned. Was something wrong with this girl. “Do I look like a clown or a comedian to you?”

“I don’t want to know… All I know is that I’m sleeping here.” Before I could utter a sound, she crossed the room, got on my bed and lowered herself on it behind me.

I turned to look at her, surprised at her behaviour. “Uju, get off my bed!” I said. She simply ignored me and simply fluffed her pillow and comfortably placed her head on it. “Uju, are you deaf? I said get off my bed right now!” I raised my voice a notch to show her that I was dead serious but she ignored me. “Fine! You can have the room to yourself!” I said in resignation and began to scoot down the bed when I felt her hand grip the back of my shorts and I paused to stare back at her in disbelief. “What kind of girl are you for God’s sake?! No matter my father died early.”

“Your father couldn’t satisfy me… Besides, he had high blood pressure!” She blurted. “As for you, you are not going anywhere o. You want to leave me so that you can kpansh this aunty abi? It won’t happen o. You are going to stay right here with me.”

“You must be insane!” I said and tried to pry her hand of the waistband of my shorts but she wouldn’t let go. “I’ll remove it o!” I threatened.

“Remove it, I even need to see if you are bigger than your father!” She said, undaunted.

Those words made me cringed and that was when I felt Victoria’s hand on my arm. With gestures and movement of her head, she pacified me to calm down then tried to convince me to just spend the night with her if that was what Uju wanted but when she told me that she was going to pass the night in one of the other rooms, I blatantly refused. I told her that if I was going to tolerate sleeping on the same bed with Uju then she had to stay with me. After much persuasion, she reluctantly agreed. As soon as I laid down my side, Uju’s grip on my shorts slacked a bit. With my back turned to her, I pulled Victoria into my arms and tried to pretend that we didn’t have a third party with us in the room. Unfortunately, we couldn’t have our fun anymore, so we just remained quiet.

All of a sudden, I felt Uju adjust on the bed, moving closer to me till her warm bre@sts were pressed against my back. She protectively put an arm and leg around me as if trying to show ownership. I tried to shrug her off but she refused to bulge. I knew that Victoria could feel what was going on but she said nothing. I decided to put up with Uju’s rubbish, hoping that when she slept off, Victoria and I could sneak out of the room and leave her there but unfortunately, we both fell asleep.

Almost an hour later, in my sleep, I felt a hand caressing me and moving up to play with one of my n!poles. At first, I thought that I was just imagine it, until the hand slowly moved down my belly and below my pelvic to handle my d!ck through my shorts. To my utter surprise, my d!ck was partially hard and I couldn’t tell if it was because of Victoria’s buttocks which it had been pressed against earlier or because of Uju’s act of playing with my n!poles and also touching me there. Just then, my eyes flew open as my d!ck betrayed me and growing even harder as Uju continued to handle and stroke it through my shorts. Jeez! I was doomed.

Episode 11

I knew that if I remained there any longer, I was bound to do something foolish. I didn’t find Uju attractive but damn, that girl knew how to use her hands and also play with a man. She was stroke, squeezing and handling my d!ck like an expert and I wondered if she was truly a village girl or if my father had truly met her a virgin like the elders had claimed. My d!ck hardened to the point that I had to wrap my arms tighter around Victoria for comfort. I was fvcking aroused and I guessed that it was due to the fact that I had s£xually pleasured Victoria without getting any s£xual relief myself. I cringed inwardly when I felt Uju’s tongue sweep the back of my ear. It was warm, w€t and tickling and I knew that this girl was out to get me at all cost. How she was so comfortable doing this to me when she knew that we were not only not only surprised me but also baffled me.

Was she expecting that I would fvck her right on this bed with Victoria on it?

Shit! I felt my d!ck twitch, trying to strain itself free from my shorts as Uju slowly slipped her hand beneath my waste band and into my shorts where her talented fingers wrapped around my warm cock. My penile slit was ready oozing precvm from all the excitement and I felt her scoop it up with her middle finger, carefully pulled her hand out of my shorts to ensure that the material didn’t steal my sticky juice from her finger then I heard her suck on it, m0aning a bit as she noisily licked her finger. Her hand was about sliding into my shorts again when I decided that I had had enough. If I didn’t break away and stop this nonsense now, I’d do something that I’d come to regret.

Before her hand could disappear inside my shorts again, I caught it and flung it away and threw a glare at her over my shoulder. She gave me a puzzled look then tried to repeat the same thing but I stuck out a warning finger at her and whispered harshly, “Will you stop this nonsense?! What’s wrong with you?!” I tried to keep my voice down as best as I could so that I didn’t wake Victoria up.

She propped on an elbow to look at me. “Please na… Obim, my pvssy is on fire already.” She pleaded then started to pull her gown up her lap. “If you think that I’m lying, bring your hand, come and touch it.”

“Uju, don’t make me show you my other side this night! Are you a s£x freak?! Was this how you killed my father? Have you no shame? So this is why you came here, to seduce me right?”

“Obim, just shook me small and I’ll be okay. Even though it is to go in and out five times.” She pleaded.

“Even if it’s half time, I’m not interested. Just respect yourself or get the hell out of my bed.”

Before I could say Jack, she lunged forward and instantly caught my n!pole in her mouth, sucking it. My d!ck hardened the more and twitched severally in my shorts but I quickly shoved her away. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

She slowly got on her knees and sat down on her heels. Her n!poles were so hard that they were poking visibly through the material of her gown. “Obim, touch me na… Please.” She grabbed my hand, placed it on one of her bre@sts and made me squeeze it.

I yanked my hand away immediately and hissed, “I can see that something is wrong with you. Aren’t you listening?” I was still whispering. “Read my lips, Uju, I-AM-NOT-INTERESTED!!!”

“Ehn… If you are not interested, how come your shorts is swollen?” She pointed at the tent my er£ction and caused in my pants.

“It has nothing to do with you.” I lied.

“Liar.” She said and tried to touch my d!ck but I batted her hand away. “Obim, please na…” She begged desperately, almost at the verge of tears, I want to do.”

“Go find someone else to satisfy your needs, all I know is that I’m not going down the same tunnel my late father went through.” I spat.

“But what’s the big deal about it… I have now verified that your rod is mightier than your father’s… See, I’m very tight and you’ll enjoy me very well, if you doubt me, let me show you.” Before I could protest, she sat down, facing me, threw open the hem of her gown, spread her thighs to reveal her n@ked vagina and that was when I realized that she had no panties on.

“I have had just enough of this nonsense…” I got up angrily and, got down the bed and moved around to the side where Victoria was sleeping. I tapped Victoria’s arm to wake her up while Uju quickly closed her thighs, adjust her gown and began to signal to me not to wake Victoria up. She pulled out one of her bre@sts from the neckline of her gown and began to handle it and play with her vagina while she occasionally forced her head down to flick her n!pole with her own tongue all in the bid to seduce me. I swallowed hard. This was definitely not easy but I was determined to make all her plans fall through. I tapped Victoria harder and as soon as she stirred, Uni quickly stopped what she was doing and composed herself.

Victoria stared at me in a sleepy way, rubbed her eyes with her hand then looked up at me in confusion. “What’s it, is something wrong?”

“Let’s go down to the living room.” I told her.

“Why?” She yawned. “Is something wrong?”

I glanced at Rose who was glowering at me with such hatred in her eyes then said to Victoria. “Let’s just go.” I took her arm and helped her out of the bed. As she rose to her feet, she was unsteady and staggered forward, almost falling on me and sending me to the floor but I was quick to regain my stamina and hold her upright against me and that was when she felt my er£ction push against the lower part of her stomach.

All the sleep vanished from her eyes now as she stared at me wide- eyed and exclaimed in surprise. “Chris!”

I sheepishly pursed my lips then glanced over her shoulder at Uju who was still glowering at me. “I’ll explain later.” I told her and she followed my gaze to stare over her shoulder at Uju. I placed a hand on the small of her back and began to guide her out when Uju also got down the bed. I paused and gave her disgruntled look. “Where do you think you are going to?” I asked.


She had her hands on her hips and began to bounce lightly on one foot. “You think you can fool me right? You want to take her away so that you can use that thing…” She pointed down at my d!ck which was now only partially er£cted. “…which I Uju woke up to pound her insides abi?”

“Would you shut up?!” I snapped.

Victoria glanced from me to her with a bemused look. “Wait, Chris, what’s going on?” She asked.

“You want to know right?” Uju quickly jumped to answer, cutting me off before I could explain. “Why you were there snoring away… Obim has been tapping current!”

Victoria’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

“What’s too hard to understand? I said Obim has been squeezing my uku, touching my soft bag of sweet yoghurt…” She heaved up her bre@sts with her hands for emphasis and let them bounced back to their normal position and kissing all over my body. Can’t you see how hard he is? When I refused, he got angry and decided to leave.”

Victoria scoffed in disbelief and turned to me. “Please Chris, tell me that this is not true.”

“Of course it is not! This thing here was trying to seduce me… I wonder how you could even sleep through all that.” I defended myself.

Victoria gave me a look. “Don’t think you’ll get out of this easily.” She pointed a finger at me and I stayed quiet. She turned to look at Uju now then folded her arms under chest as she said, “I don’t know what game you are playing, Uju, but it has gotten to the part where it stops!”

“And who are you to tell me what to do in my own husband’s house?!” She took an intimidating step towards Victoria.

“Jeez!” Victoria cried out. “He’s not even your husband! You are not even legally married!”

“And you are? What are you doing here? Don’t you have a home to go to? Look at your finger, is that not a wedding ring?! It shows that you are married, so aunty, just respect yourself and go back to wherever you came from. As you see me so, I’m here to stay and any asunder fashioned between my Obim and I shall never prosper!”

Victoria exchanged glances with me but I was too angry and frustrated to speak. “I’m not going to debate over this with you. It’s past midnight and normal people are supposed to be sleeping. I have better things to do than argue with a village idiot like you!” I snapped then turned towards the door.

“Bia aunty….” Uju pulled her back by her arm, her face scrunched up in anger. “What did you just call me?!”

“You heard me!” Victoria spat. “A village idiot!”

As she attempted to lung at me, Chris quickly got in between us, protectively pushing me to stand behind him while Uju desperately tried to scratch at me from the other side, raining insults on me in the igbo language.

“Anofia! Anupama! Why are you hiding? Come na, come let me beat the living daylights out of you?! You should be ashamed of yourself! Husband snatcher! You cheap prostitute. A married woman like you sleeping around outside her marriage! You have no dignity! EWU! (goat).”

“Enough of this nonsense Uju!” I yelled and silenced her. “My life was going just perfect before you showed up and disrupted the peace! Listen and listen good, I’ll tolerate every other thing but you disrespecting Victoria in anyway! The next time you call her names, I’ll not hesitate to throw you out on the streets where you truly belong!”



Uju was panting and she glared at us as I grabbed two pillows and quietly led Victoria out of the room. We went downstairs and had to place the pillows on the sitting room rug, switched on the TV and tuned in to CBS Reality to watch Cheaters. It didn’t take long before Victoria fell asleep on my chest.

From above and with the edge of my thumb between my teeth, I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed and I slowly began to feel myself rise again. Jeez! Uju had scattered my night for me. I couldn’t even think well. Almost everything I saw, aroused me. I changed the channel to Nat Geo Wild but since I could still see Victoria’s chest rising and falling, the er£ction wouldn’t go away. I began to imagine a lot of dirty things that I wanted to do to and with her, but I was restrained anytime I saw the ring on her finger. She was married and was definitely off limits. I just couldn’t bring myself to make love to another man’s wife. Despite my thoughts of refusal to go along with my desire, the stupid thing in between my legs who had a mind of its own only grew stronger. That was when I knew that I had to keep some distance between myself and Victoria. Carefully, I slipped from underneath her, letting her lie on the pillow instead then I began to pace the sitting room, trying to get rid of the arousal invading my body like a persistent parasite.

I thought of a quickest way to flush out my dirty desires so I picked the remote and switched the channel to Planet TV but the first scene that popped up was Nicki Minaj in a man-made pool flaunting her big ass in a doggy position as she sang huskily. I quickly changed the channel to Hip TV, and saw Rita Ora slowly sucking on Cardi B’s long s£xy tongue as they kissed in the somg titled “Girls”. I switched the channel again and a Nigerian music titled “booty” and several girls choreography in a s£xy way to shake their buttocks when one of the singers sang “How do you say booty in your language?”

“What kind of torture is this?!” I raked my hand on my head then simply switched the channel to sports. I tossed the remote on the couch and saw Victoria turn in her sleep to lie on her stomach and her gown had ridden up to expose the lower parts of her buttocks. I tried to remember the last time I had s£x and to my utter surprised, I realized that it has been months. Seven months to be precise. I had been so busy working myself to stupor in order to forget about my ex that I really realize that time was flying by.

I stopped pacing and paused to admire Victoria for a moment. She was sleeping so peacefully, completely oblivious to my distress. Staring at her made me swallow hard in anticipation and then and there, I muttered to myself, “fvck it! I want her!” I immediately got on my knees behind her, grabbed my pillow, gently lifted her stomach and pushed the pillow under her lower abdomen so that her buttocks were jutted out to me. I slowly pushed up her gown to expose her beautiful buttocks then caressed and fondled it for a while till my d!ck left a w€t patch of precvm on the surface of my shorts where the tip of my d!ck was straining against.

Soon enough, I lowered my self down to her arse, fetched the thong of her panties with my finger and pulled it aside. I placed soft kisses on her vulva and I revelled in the familiar scent of her. She twitched from my action but didn’t wake up. I grew bolder and eager and gave her pvssy a long stroke with my tongue from the vagina to her cl!t before I finally buried my mouth on her, capturing her entire pvssy in my mouth and sucking her till she began to squirm and twitch a bit as my lips massaged her vulva and my tongue licked her cl!t, the tip of my tongue penetrating her a bit to seek her juices that were forthcoming. As I sucked her, I squeezed and fondled her buttocks, burying my face deeper.

To Be Continued…

Episode 12

VICTORIA’S POV

I got down from the motorcycle that had brought me to my parents’ house and paid the rider. I was wearing the gate man’s shirt which I had borrowed to cover my thin nightgown and I was thankful that I had collected it because the night was cold. I walked the house which had no gate and knocked on the front door. I had knocked almost nine times before my younger brother opened the door, surprised to see me. He rubbed his eyes and moved out of the way so that I could go in.

“Sister, what are you doing here by now?” He asked, yawning into his fist.

“Don’t worry about it… Just go to bed, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I said and locked the door while he returned to his room. I walked to my sister’s room and slept next to her.

In the morning, I felt someone tapping me. I opened my eyes to find my mother staring down at me.
I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. “Mama, good morning.” I greeted.

“What are you doing here?” She blurted without even responding to my greeting then placed the back of her hands on her waist. “Do you know that we have been looking for you for since yesterday? Your husband came to us and complained that you ran away from home with another man? Is that how we brought you up? To be gallivanting all over the place opening your thighs for whoever is interested? Don’t you have any shame?!” Her loud voice woke my sister up, who sat up to look at us, surprised to see me. “Why are you so bent on bringing shame to this family? Why do you want to disgrace your father’s name? After everything Daniel has done for you, now you want to repay him by becoming a LovePeddler? You should be happy that you married a good man? How many rich men would go through the pains of marrying someone who’s not even in their class? Is he not satisfying you in bed? Doesn’t he meet your sexual needs? Why do you want to defile your marriage? Where did this promiscuity come from? Definitely not from me because I know that besides my first boyfriend, Ikenna, your father is the second and last man who has gone in between my thighs?! If I had known, I would have gone ahead with the circumcision. I would have removed that thing you call a clit that’s now bringing the spirit of infidelity into you?!”

I heaved a sigh. “Mama, will you at least hear me out?”

“There’s nothing to be heard!” She snapped. “We went around looking for you. Your husband has explained it all. He told us that you would try to defend yourself with lies and he’s right because that’s exactly what you are doing right now!”

“Mama, what did Daniel tell you people?” I asked.

“He told us that he took you out to a party to have fun and show you off. He just left you for just five minutes, common five minutes to go urinate and you already jumped into another man’s car and disappeared. He called you on the phone several times but you busied his calls. When you even finally picked his call, he begged and begged you to come home, even to the point of crying but you hung up on him!”

I gaped up at my mother in shock. “Mama, Daniel said that?!” I asked in disbelief.

“Oh! So you think he would not tell us! He came here complaining bitterly. He threatened to even divorce you since you are not being a good wife to him but I had to go on my knees and beg him along with your father. He has told us how you refuse to wash his clothes, cook his meals and even sex! Sex that is very important to him, his own God-given right, you refused him that and then he had mistakenly spilled a wine on you while you were yet asleep and that was why you had dashed down here to lie against him that he had urinate on you! Ha! Adanna, to say that I’m very very disappointed in you is an understatement! In fact, I regret giving birth to you! How can you take such a man for granted?! Don’t you have a heart! This man loves you to the core and yet you treat him so bad! See, if I had my way, I would have replaced you with your sister, Linda, at least she has more sense than you do!”

“But Mama, I didn’t do any of such! Daniel is lying, just see what he did to me…” I started to pull the side of my shirt and night gown up to reveal my bruised side when my father appeared and harshly interrupted me.

“Will you shut your mouth!” He barked and I quickly dropped my gown. “So this is what you are, a green snake under the green grass. All these time that you have been running to us and pretending to be in a very loveless marriage, it was actually the other way around. You were the very evil in your own marriage. I felt so sorry for that young man and I regretted that it had to be my daughter treating such an upright man in such a manner. Anyway, I have just called him…” He lifted a hand holding his cellphone. “…to tell him that you are home and he will be here in the next thirty minutes to pick you up. We should be thankful to God that he’s willing to take you back. If he had gone ahead and divorced you, I would have disowned you and wouldn’t have let you back into my house. When he arrives, you are going to follow him back home and beg him seriously. I don’t care how you do it but you must settle differences with him! Be a good wife the way we raised you. Love and respect him. This family must not lose such a potential in-law. We are nothing without him! Do not ruin this for me, Victoria, or I’ll never forgive you!” He stated firmly and I helplessly kept mute since there was no need trying to defend myself.

Daniel was cynical but my parents had failed to see that part of him and once again, I was stuck in my dilemma. Men were all the same! They are cheats and untrustworthy. I had trusted Chris to do much and yet he had ended up sleeping with Uju after I refused him sex. I decided that it was better to stay with the devil I knew than the angel I knew nothing about. If my fate was to remain in this marriage, then Daniel it is.

Forty minutes later, I was in the car sitting next to Daniel as he drove us home. He kept glancing at me as something sinister went through his mind but I ignored him and kept a straight face with my eyes fixed on the road. He kept glancing at me and thoughtfully running his chin with his index finger and I saw his eyes moved down to my waist, to linger between my thighs. I adjusted and placed my hands right on the spot to conceal it from his view. He said nothing to me throughout the drive back home. But when we reached home and got into the house, he threw his car keys on the coffee table and began to unbutton his shirt. As I made for the stairs, his unexpected question made me pause.

“Did he Bleep you?”

With my back still turned to him, I remained there for a moment without a word.

“Are you deaf?” He drew closer. “Musa told me that you were picked by a man that night I kicked you out and I know that it’s definitely that guy from the club! I’m sure that he has been the one you have been with all this time, so answer my question, did you let him Bleep you?

episode 13

(Warning: “Dangerous chapter”, if you cannot stand s£xual brutality, simply skip this chapter.)

I slowly turned to look at him and muttered. “No.”

“And why should I believe you?” He shrugged off his shirt and tossed behind him on the couch then began to unbuckle his belt. “You have been with him for more than a day, I know how hot you are… No man would spend an hour around you and not want to touch you. I feel that you are looking me right in the face and lying to me.”

“What do you want me to say? Tell you that I had a very good time with him or that he pleasured me in ways that you have never done before.” I spat and a slap came out of nowhere and heavily struck the side of my cheek, making my head fall to my shoulder. I slowly lifted my head with my hand on my cheek.

“You will shut that trap you call a mouth, you cunt! You think any other man would want you or can pleasure your rigid body the way only I can?” He chuckled wickedly, unzipped his pants with one hand then removed it till he was standing in just his boxers and I noticed that he didn’t discard the belt like he had done his other clothing, instead he folded it in two and held it firmly in a hand.

“Is that why you told my parents all those lies? To paint me black? First, you left me stranded on the road, next, you hit and kicked me out of your house in the middle of the night and yet you went with your deceitful self to fill my parents ears with lies about me running off with another man and denying you s£x?”

“Yes, after all, isn’t your refusal to have anal s£x with me the same thing as denying me s£x?”

“I’ll never do it!” I stated firmly.

“Really?” He stared at me with the sinister smile I had seen in his eyes while we were in the car.


“I’m your husband, Victoria…” He said quietly then pointed at me with the folded belt. “And you see that body of yours, it’s mine to do as I please with because I literally bought it. Your parents sold you to me and I’m still paying for it now by footing the tuition fees of your siblings and meeting the financial needs of your parents. I have had enough of your stubborness and today, first, I’ll find out if another man has entered you and next, you are going to give me that part of your body that you have been denying me whether you like it or not!” He started to come towards me.

I started moving backwards up the stairs. “Don’t come near me…” I said in a feeble voice and I could see the determination in his eyes. “Don’t come near me, Daniel, I’m warning you.” I said, moving away from him. But as he suddenly lunged towards me, I turned to flee but he caught the back of my leg and stopped me and we began to struggle on the stairs. He gave me several resounding slaps to get me to cooperate and stop screaming then forcefully carried me over his shoulder down the stairs before dumping me heavily on the couch.

I looked down and realized that he was hard and the head of his d!ck was already peeking out through one of the leg holes of his boxers and straining against his thigh. “Daniel please, don’t do this!” I cried out as he straddled me on the couch to keep me there. “Daniel, please I beg of you, don’t do this…” I begged in a teary voice.

“This is to teach you not to go running off with some other man!” He hissed. He took off his boxers and tossed it on the floor and his d!ck bounced and tapped my belly. I realized that there was a bottle of lubricant on the floor beside one of the legs of the couch which meant that he had planned this all along. When he was n@ked, he tried to go for the shirt I was wearing, trying to unbutton it. When I refused, he struck me on the face again and grabbed the top of the shirt in both hands and pulled it with such force that some of the buttons flew off, exposing the nightgown under it.

He forcefully took what was left of the shirt off me then went for my gown. I tried to fight him off but he was stronger. He pinned my hands together above my head, grabbed the nightgown Chris had and ripped it off, tearing it off my body. Leaving my upper body n@ked. He was like a man under an influence. He stared at my panties, held the thinner part between my thighs and pulled so hard that the material forced itself into my vulva, between my labias and bruised me but he didn’t care, he ripped and tore the panties and left the shreds around my waist.

Then he forced my thighs open and groped me with his fingers. I struggled and tried to squeeze my thighs closes but he forced them open by punching me on the thighs making the spot numb. When my thighs weakly fell open, he shoved two fingers inside of me to confirm if I Chris had had s£x with me. As if not convinced yet, he forced a third finger into me and I cried out in pain. He let his fingers linger in there for a while and only pulled them out when he was done confirming what he wanted to confirm. He got down the couch, and dragged the lower part of my body to the floor so that the upper part of my body remained on the couch then he flipped me over so that I was on my stomach and I was kneeling in front of him.

I tried to scramble from his hold but he suddenly grabbed my arms and twisted them to my back, making me yelp. With his belt, he tied my wrists together and left them on my back so that I was helpless. He knelt down behind me so that I had no chance of escaping then he grabbed my buttocks. Holding one of my buttocks apart, he grabbed the lube and squeeze some of it on my butthole and then did the same onto his palm which he coated on his d!ck before he set the lube aside.

I was shivering now, dreading what was about to happen. “Please…” I managed to say against the couch as a tear slipped down my eye.

“I will stay still if I were you.” He uttered and grabbed my other buttock now. He pulled my cheeks apart till it hurt then I felt the tip of his penis press against my anus. I stiffened and then squeezed my eyes shut as I felt his d!ck adding pressure to my anus, trying to pry open the puckered hole. I braced myself for what was about to happen and that was when I felt him plunge himself into me. I screamed out in pain and writhed violently, trying to squeeze him out of me as the pain intensified at the invasion of his manhood. He held my waist firmly and wouldn’t let me go. When he realized that I wouldn’t stop screaming, he yanked off what was left of my panties from around my waist and forced it into my mouth till my screams were muffled. He began to thrust in and out of me and each movement only intensified my pain. I was almost foaming from the month now and was sweating profusely and I passed out.

I started to come to when he ejaculated in me and then slowly pulled out his partially-flaccid d!ck with what was left of semen dripping off it. He untied my hands and removed his belt, picked his clothes and went up the stairs leaving me there. I remained in the position for a while. I couldn’t feel my arms any more and I felt semen drip in a long sticky line to the floor. I collapsed to the floor, wrapping my arms around myself with my face almost pressed against the lower part of the couch. I cried helplessly, regretting all the decisions I had made. At that moment, I hated my parents but I hated Daniel more. I felt like going into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and stabbing him to death but I was too scared of ending up in prison. I wasn’t going to shorten and live my life behind bars for his sake.

After half an hour later, I heard him come down the stairs and from the fresh smell of his perfume, I knew that he had had his bath, dressed up and was going out. Even though I was backing him, I felt his eyes on my back.

“You had better had gotten off that floor cleaned yourself up before I return, I’m bringing a guest home tonight.” He told me and I heard him walk out of the house. After I heard his car pull away and drive off, I slowly got up, and I could hardly walk. My stomach hurt and my anus hurt worse. I managed to go up the stairs, I entered the bathroom and wept profusely while I had my bath and when I was done, I realized that there were small stains of blood on my white towel after I wiped between my ass crack. Limping back into the room, I grabbed my smartphone and ordered an Uber then walked to the closet and began to select and pack up some of my clothes into a bag. I took everything I’d need, went to my husband’s wardrobe and grabbed some bundles of money where he stacked some of them. Before, I had never been so bold to take his money but today, I was going to steal it. I have had enough and to hell with this marriage. I made sure that I took up to a million naira and stuffed them into my big handbag.

When I was done, I glanced around to see if I had forgotten anything. When I was sure that I had taken virtually everything I needed, I walked into the bathroom, removed my wedding ring and tossed it into the sink. It clinked, went in several circles before settling down and vibrating to a stop. I heard a honk outside and I knew that the Uber had arrived. Grabbing my luggage and handbag, I walked out of the house, never to return again. I didn’t know where I would go to just yet, all that mattered was that I wanted to be as far away as possible from my the beast I called a husband. As soon as I sat in the cab and it pulled away, I removed my SIM cards, broke them half and tossed them outside the window. I was going to start a new life afresh and I was going to do that without Daniel and Chris in it but unknown to me, Chris’ car turned into my street from the other end and stopped in front of my gate while the Uber turned into the main road and joined the traffic, taking me far away from what was now my past.

CHRIS’ POV

I stopped my car in front of Victoria’s house, got down and walked to the gate. I knocked on it and on the second knock, the gate man who was rolling a feather in his ear, opened the gate and stepped out with his shirt slung over his shoulder and he made a face as the feather tickled inside his ear. “Oga, good morning, na who you dey find? (Boss, good morning, who are you looking for?)” He asked me, leaning his back against the gate.


“Good morning.” I answered then pointed at the house with my car key. “This is where Victoria lives right?” I asked.

“Shey my madam? (Do you mean my madam?)” He asked.

“Yes, of course, your madam.”

He hesitated then pulled the feather off to check then clean the end of it by dragging it upward between his thumb and index finger. “Madam don commot o… She just commot now now. (Madam has left. She just left now.)”

I took off my sunshades and glanced down the empty street. “What do you mean by she just left now?” I asked.

“Madam dress fine, carry her bag commot from here. The bag big as if she dey travel but me from the way wey I see am, e be like say madam no go come back this house again o… She even dash me 15k kon tell me say make I take care of myself. (Madam dressed fine and took her bag out of this house. The bag is big as if she’s travelling but as for me, I don’t think she’s coming back to this house anymore… She even gifted me fifteen thousand naira then told me to take care of myself.” He explained.

I glanced down the street now, not believing that I had just missed her. “Did she tell you where she was going to?”

“No… She no talk anything. (She didn’t say anything).” He shook his head then returned the feather into his ear.


“What car did she leave in?”

“Na Uber.”

“Thank you.” I said and dashed to my car. Started it and sped down the street hoping to catch up with her. Well, I couldn’t find her and went back home feeling very dejected.

As I slumped on my couch, Uju who must have heard my car, came down the stairs dressed provocatively again.

“Obim?” She called and I glared at her. She had succeeded in driving the one woman that mattered to me out and she still had that mouth to call me Obim.

“See, Uju, I’m not in the mood for your nonsense today, so just leave me alone.” I said tersely.

“Is it because of the aunty? Is that why you are behaving like this? What happened last night? You were almost inside my Jerusalem. I had already thrown open the garden of Eden for you, why didn’t you enter?” She asked.

“I’m not interested in your garden of Eden or whatever you call it. If you know what’s good for you, you had better pack your things and go back to the village!” I snapped.

She remained undaunted. “Me, I’m not going anywhere o. Obianuju is here to stay? What do you want me to go and do in that village? Only me in your father’s house so that those stupid elders can be paying me unnecessary visits all in the name of coming to check on their brother’s wife? Do you know that I caught one of them peeping on me when I was in the bathroom and the other one, the short one with white beard was busy pressing my bre@sts in the night bus we took while I was asleep. I only pretended not to notice because I didn’t want trouble as for the third one, whenever he’s talking, he will stand so close as if he wants to put his mouth inside my own. A those men, they are old perverts! Serious ones!”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“I’m telling you so that you will know that I’m hot cake. If I should return to that village, I’ll get pregnant within the space of a week.”

“You were married to my father for two years.” I said with a serious tone now. “How come you never conceived for him?”

She began to scratch the back of her neck and head now as she evasively replied, “Eh? Pregnant? Ehen… Well… Let’s just say that your father wasn’t interested in a child yet.”

“That’s a lie!” I spat. “My father married you only because he wanted children since I was the only child from my mother.”

“Why are you bringing up your father na? He’s dead so please let his soul rest in peace. But wait, not that I’m barren o. If you want me to get pregnant now now now now, I’ll. All you have to do is tell me that you are ready.”

I gave her scornful look. “So I’m the one who’s interested in having kids with you, right?”

“You need children na. This house is too big for the two of us. Small noise from eleven children will be enough… It’s supposed to be ten but let’s just say that the eleventh one will be by mistake…” She chuckled, “We didn’t plan it but it entered.”

“Eleven what?!” I asked in surprise. “What are you trying to do, start a football team? Don’t you know anything about family planning? What do you need eleven children for?”

“What? You can take care of them. Don’t you know that a man is respected by how large is family is?”

“That’s nonsense!” I said then narrowed my eyes as I scrutinized her dressing, recognizing it now. “Isn’t that Victoria’s gown?” I slowly rose, realizing that it was actually the gown Victoria had worn to the club where I had met her.

She smiled and glanced down at herself. “E fit me abi? It’s too tight but I forced myself into it.”

“Where did you get it from?”

“Outside on the rope. The thing has been there since and sun was killing it so I decided to use it. It’s s£xy, right?”

“Something must be very wrong with you, will you go upstairs now and take it off?!” I snapped.

“Why?” She gave me a confused look.

“Because it’s not yours? What happened to the clothes I bought you?!” I inquired..

She pouted now and grumbled. “Obim, me I didn’t come so that you’ll be shouting at me o. I came to make love.” She pulled closer to me.

“What could you possibly know about making love?” I stared at her in disgust.

“I watched one film in the village, my friend called it blue film. I saw one man eating another woman’s Jerusalem.” She said shyly.

I gave her a puzzled frown. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ehn…” She pulled even closer and began to shyly wring her fingers as she said, “um… Obim, I want you to open my leg and put your mouth… here…” She placed a hand on her pelvic and I recoiled from her, now understanding what she meant.

“You must be out of your sense if you think I’ll go down on you.” I stated and shrugged her arm away as she tried to touch me. “Uju, get your heads out of the cloud, I have told you before and I’ll repeat it now. Nothing is ever going to happen between us, never! Not now, not ever! I have had a long tiring day and I need a bath, excuse me!” I angrily brushed her aside and went up the stairs to my room.

Tossing my phone and car keys on the bed, I began to UnCloth. As soon as I was done undressing, I walked into the bathroom. While I was in the shower, Uju, crept into my room, locked my door and threw the key under the bed then she quietly undressed and headed for the bathroom too.

To Be Continued…

Episode 14a

I was having my bath under the shower head when a hand on my back startled me and I jumped and turned around to find Uju n@ked. She squeezed herself into the shower and placed her hand on my chest with lustful look in her eyes. I glared at her. It was obvious that this girl was desperate to get laid and I’ll definitely not fall this time.

“Uju, get out!” I stated firmly but she only m0aned and tried to touch my d!ck.

I batted her hand away. “Fine, you can keep it for yourself.” I said, turned off the shower and walked out. When she tried to follow me, begging profusely, I turned sharply to glare at her and that made her halt in fear. I walked into the room, grabbed clean clothes, slipped then out and left the house. I didn’t plan to return until it was night. I didn’t know where I’d go to but I just didn’t care. All I wanted, was to be as far away from Uju as I could. I got into my car and drove out.

UJU’S POV

I was frustrated. What kind of man was this? I had attempted three times to seduce him and get him to sleep with me but all my plans had fallen through. He was just too stubborn. No man had been able to resist me before, so it baffled me how Chris was able to get away everything time I tried. I almost had him yesterday. I had enjoyed sucking his d!ck and just when I thought that he would give me a good fvcking, he ended up dashing my hopes. I couldn’t go a week without having s£x or I would lose my sanity. Nobody knew this but Chris’ father had actually had a heart attack and died on me when I had forced the old man to go on a third bout of s£x without even resting.

Well, after he was buried, I had been so Hot that I had secretly snuck to the bush done a quickie with a former boyfriend of mine who was in the village. I had thought Chris would perform better than his father did but the guy has refused to be swayed. As I walked back into the room and slumped down on the bed on my back, I stared at the ceiling, wondering what to do next? Was I not attractive enough? Even though I was his step mother, I knew that I was still hot and young so why was he avoiding me like a plague. I had even thought that now that aunty Victoria was out of the way that he would want me more but things had only gotten worse.

I was still trying to plot a new seduction tactic when I heard a sound outside through the window. I got up from the bed and walked to the window and I saw the gate man, Effiong, washing in a bending position and whistling a tune to himself. An idea struck me and I knew that this was my ticket out of my frustration. If I could just satisfy myself before Chris returned, then he didn’t have to know. There was no time to dress so I quickly grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my body and went down the stairs. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I paused in the porch and called out,

“Effiong!” At first, he didn’t seem to hear me and when I called him again, he straightened up and removed the ear piece from his ear with a sud-covered hand.

“Ehn, small madam?” He answered, still holding the shirt that he was washing and the soap water from it dripped into the bucket.


I frowned. “What do you mean by small madam? Na who come be the big madam?”

He smiled, “Na aunty Victoria na. She be big madam o.”

I hissed and snapped. “Come here my friend! Come help me do something.”

“Madam, na w€tin be that?” He released the shirt and it dropped back into the bucket.

“Just come first na…” I persuaded him then walked back into the house.

He rinsed his hands in a clean bucket of water, wiped them against the sides of his trousers before he plodded to the house to meet me. By the time he came in, I was lying on the couch with one hand against my forehead and the other across my stomach while I pretended to focus on watching African Magic Igbo.

“Ehen, madam, I don come, w€tin you want make I do? (Madam, I’m here, what do you want me to do?)” He asked me, looking around the floor to find if I had any work for him or I probably wanted him to wash my clothes.

“Sidown. (Sit down)” I gestured at the end of the couch with my mouth and he glanced down at it and gave me a confused look. When he hesitated, i added, “You no dey hear word, I say sidown! (Are you deaf? I said sit down!)” Reluctantly, he sat down and I instructed him. “Dress small come near me. (Sit closer to me.)” When he yet hesitantly obeyed, I lifted one of my legs and placed it on his lap. “Oya dey rub my leg. E don dey pain me since yesterday. Help me massage am small. (Start rubbing my leg. I have been feeling pains there since yesterday. Help me massage it a bit.)”

“But madam, wey Robb?” He asked.

“You no need Robb. Use your have na. (You don’t need Robb, use your hands.)” I told him.

He began to massage my leg, pressing around the shin with two fingers while I pretended to be in slight discomfort. “Oya, go up small (Now, go up a bit).” I directed him.

He gave me a surprised look. “Madam-” he started to protest but I cut him off.

“w€tin dey do you sef? Na woman lap you never see before? Abeg, massage my lap. (What’s everyone. Wrong with you sef? Is it a woman’s lap that you have never seen before? Please, massage my lap!)

His hand hesitantly but gently went up under my towel to my warm lap and I sighed, smiling within myself. He began to massage my lap and I saw him swallow hard. I opened my laps to give him access then directed him to move up higher and when his fingers accidentally brushed against my vulva, I saw his eyes go wide and round.

“Na w€tin happen? (What is it?)” I asked when I noticed that he had stopped massaging my thighs and was now tensed.


Without looking at me, he stuttered, “Madam you no wear pant. (Madam, you have no panties on.)

“So? You no like w€tin your finger touch? (Don’t you like what your finger touched?)” I teased him.

#AngelaOkoduwa

He started to slowly rise as he said, “Madam, I no know w€tin you dey do but me no wan enter trouble o. (Madam, I don’t know what you are up to but I don’t want to get in trouble.)”

I forced him back down with my legs then took his hand and pushed it under my towel. “No worry, Oga no go know, just touch am. Abi you think say I no know say you like me? I see how your eyes take dey follow my yansh anyhow as if you wan chop am. (Don’t worry, the boss will not find out or do you think that I don’t know that you like me? I see how your eyes follow my buttocks anyhow as if you want to eat it.)”

“Madam, we dey allowed to look but if I touch am, then I don pass my boundary be that. (Madam, we are allowed to look but if I touch it then I have passed my boundary.)”

“Abeg, touch this thing my friend.” I forced his withdrawing hand back under my towel when he still resisted, I hissed and said, “Oh! ou dey form abi because I still dey take am easy on you. (Oh, you are playing difficult all because I’m still being lenient with you right?) I got up, straddled him and simply threw open my towel and his eyes grew rounder and bigger as his eyes fixated on my bre@sts.

“Madam, na w€tin be this?! (Madam, what’s this?!) He exclaimed.

“You be JJC? Na bre@sts na. (Are you a newbie? They are bre@sts.) I answered and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and the same time, I could feel his d!ck slowly rising as he beheld my bre@sts.

He slowly reached for one, held and squeezed it lightly as if to prove that they were real and he wasn’t actually imagining them. I took a n!pole close to his mouth and caressed his lips with it. He shuddered. He was practically vibrating under him and as his d!ck swelled the more and created a big tent in his free jersey shorts, it was my turn to be surprised. My eyes went round. Jeez! He was so big and I was shocked that a mere gateman would possess such a tool despite his class.

“See how your prick big.” I said, still gently feeling around his manhood and occasionally stroking him and in return, his d!ck twitched in my hand.

“Madam…” He said with difficulty as if he was finding it difficult to breathe as I touched him. “Madam, abeg release me make I go back to my post of duty and so that I go for finish with my clothes. If Oga catch me here, my own don finish be that. I no wan lose my job abeg. (Madam, please let me go so that I can return to my duty post and also finish my washing. If the boss catches me here, I’m done for. I don’t want to lose my job please.”

By the time he finished his words, I had slid down his body, pulled his large manhood out of his shorts and had started kissing it and he trembled and folded his fingers into his palms on the couch. I could tell from his reaction that no one had ever given him head. “Ha! This your thing big o.” I licked the cap. “Na only you?” I kissed it. “When God dey share am, e be like say na you dey front. (When God was sharing d!cks, it is like you were at the from of the line.)” I said and gave underneath his d!ck a long lick from the balls to the tip and he shuddered once again.

#AngelaOkoduwa

“Madam, why you dey lick am like this? (Madam, why are you you licking it like this?)” He grimaced as he watched me holding it up and kissing around it. “Na piss I dey use am piss o…. (I urinate with it.)” He tried to discourage me but I wasn’t having any of it.

“No worry, I like am like that.” I said as I took his cap into my mouth and sucked on it while I stroked it up and down at the same time.


He began to m0an as I sucked his d!ck harder. I tried to take it all into my mouth but it was impossible. He had a wider girth and his d!ck was long. I could only force 70% into my mouth. By the time I gagged on it and my eyes had gone red, I released that he began to groan out loud like he was in pain as he fidgeted on the couch. Before I could completely pull my mouth off and ask if something was wrong cuz I was sure that I didn’t bite him, he ejaculated, filling my mouth with enough semen that some spilled out. I quickly removed my mouth before I choked on his semen and another stream spurted out and hit my left eye. When he was done ejaculating, he quieted down and stared at me surprise and guilt while I forced myself to swallow his semen. It had a foul taste. I wonder if men didn’t know that what they ate was what they tasted like. If they took more oranges frequently and other sweet fruits, their semen was bound to be almost sweet and pleasant to swallow. I could bet Effiong had been eaten too many onion, garlic and other nonsense.

“Madam, no vex. I no know say the thing go quick come out. (Madam, do not be angry, I had no idea that I would ejaculate early.” He apologized.

“No problem.” I said as I wiped off the semen from my eye with my hand then stared at his d!ck, surprisingly, he was still hard. “I don do your own, oya come do my own. Abi you no like w€tin I do you? You wan still go? (Now, come and get down on me. Or don’t you like the head I gave you? Do you still want to leave?)”

He smiled now as his eyes followed my big buttocks. “No ma, in fact, I like am well well.” He grinned.

I sat down on the couch but pushed my buttocks to the very edge of the couch so that only my head and upper back was leaning against the back rest, then I spread my thighs open. I had been dying so hard to get someone to go down on me. Chris’ father blantantly refused to do so. He claimed that doing so meant disrespecting the grey hair on his head. Only my village boyfriend had once attempted to try it on me but with a scrunched up face of disgust and had only stuck out his tongue at me like a scared mouse and that had annoyed me. I had shoved him away and went back home without giving him any s£x. The idiot!

The gate man rose and stared at my pvssy with curious eyes but I could see the hesitation. “Madam, I never do this kind thing before na. No be where you take dey born you want make I put mouth? (Madam, I’ve never done this kind of thing before. Isn’t it where you give birth through that you want me to put my mouth?)” He scratched his head.

Episode 14b

#AngelaOkoduwa

“I no suck your own? Come suck this thing na. You dey waste time! (Didn’t I suck yours? Come and suck this thing already! You are wasting time!” I impatiently snapped at him.

He slowly knelt down between my thighs, still scratching his head as he stared down at my pubic hair. “Madam, this bie bie too plenty o. I no fit even see the thing sef. The bie bie don hide am finish. (Madam, this pubic hair of yours is too much. I can’t even see the vagina. The pubic hair has hidden all of it.) He complained.

I gave him a disgruntled look now. “Na just bie bie be this. Even you shave? With all the odour, I just manage am like that. If Moses for part red sea, you must part this one o. (It’s just pubic hair. Even you did not shave too. Despite all the odour, I just managed it like that. If Moses could part the red sea, you must part this one too.)” I told him firmly. There was no way he was bailing out on me, not after giving me such a foul cvm to swallow.

He lowered his head, squeezed his eyes shut and tentatively stuck out his tongue to lick my vulva. He did that again and again and I grew annoyed. I grabbed the back of his head and jammed his face into my pvssy. He tried to pull off but I refused.

“I no fit breathe!” He cried out.

“If you no suck am, na there you go die! (If you don’t suck it, then you’ll die there)”

Reluctantly, I felt his lips move to capture my inner labia and I m0aned and urged him on.

“Aunty, your bush too much…. Everything dey enter my nose.” He complained in a muffled voice.

I reluctantly released him and with my hands, I parted my labia majora along with the pubic hair to the side to expose my pink vagina and labia minora to him and he reluctantly dived in and began to suck it like the real amateur that he was. “No bite me o.” I warned.

He continued licking me and sucking so sluggishly, neglecting my cl!t that I finally grew weary. I got up and saw him pulling out a strand of pubic from his tongue. I laid my stomach on the edge of the couch and turned my buttocks towards him. “Oya, since you no sabi chop pvssy, I hope say you sabi fvck? (Since you are not good in giving head, I hope you can fvck well?” I asked him over my shoulder.

He eagerly took his penis to my pvssy then paused. “Madam, we no go use condom?” He asked.

“Abeg put that thing inside jare! (Please put that thing already inside of me!” I snapped at him, eager to feel him inside of me.

He hesitated still. “Madam, I big well well o. I hope say I no go wound you? (Madam, my d!ck is better big, I hope I won’t injure you.)

“Put am like that. You never hear say Vagina dey elastic? If pikin fit come out from there, how much be your prick? (Put it in like that. Haven’t you heard that the vagina is elastic? If a child can come through it, just how big is your d!ck compared to it?)

“Okay, no talk say I no warn you? My prick don wound many girls. My girlfriend don even break up with me because of am. She say I wan tear her yansh. My nickname na hammer!(Okay, don’t say that I didn’t warn you. My d!ck has inured many girls. My girlfriend even broke up with me because of it. She said that I wanted to tear her pvssy. My nickname is hammer!) He bragged as he pushed the cap of his d!ck inside of me, I grimaced a bit and as he pushed himself into me, I clenched my teeth as I felt myself stretching. He continued to go in and in and I was scared he would hit my uterus but thankfully, my big buttocks stopped him from going any deeper.

#AngelaOkoduwa

“Put small spit abeg, my toto don dey pepper me small small. You don stretch me finish (Please put some saliva. My pvssy is already hurting bit by bit. You have completely stretched me)” I hissed through my teeth in pain and he obliged by pulling out a bit and surprising me by spitting right on my vagina. “Come, you don even brush this morning so? (Have you even brush this morning)

“Madam, I brush.” He told me and began to slowly thrust in and out of me. At first, all I felt was pain but I was determined to see this to the end. If Chris wouldn’t fvck me, then the gate man could do it. Soon, my pvssy adjusted to his size and my lubrication helped his thrusts easier which made me feel the pleasure that I was craving for. He remained on his knees, fvcking me on the floor and couch while my buttocks juggled at every slam. Damn! This was heaven!

DANIEL’S POV



I had returned with a call girl later in the evening and when I called out to my wife and only silence greeted me, I grew angry thinking that she was ignoring me. In anger, I dashed up the stairs, ready to give her another black eye when I noticed that the closet door was open. When I checked and discovered that most of her clothes, shoes and other accessories were gone, I dashed to my wardrobe to check the money I had kept in the brief case and was shocked and enraged when I saw several empty spots which meant that she had stolen my money. Fuming, I dashed down the stairs. The call girl got up to ask what was wrong but I shoved yet aside, dashed out of the house, got into my car and sped off.

Now, I was standing in front of Victoria’s parents’ house waiting for them to come out since I had ordered the son to call them. Victoria’s father was the first to appear and was soon joined by the mother.

“My son, what’s wrong? I told Emmanuel to tell you to come in but he said that you refused. Is something the matter?” He asked me.

“Where’s your daughter?” I spat and he exchanged confused glances with his wife.

“Ahan, in-law, what kind of question is that? Weren’t you the one who came to pick her up in the morning?”

“Well, I left your daughter in the house and went out but before I returned, she was gone! Gone! Not only did she run away like the cheap LovePeddler she is, she also stole my money! One million naira!” I spat angrily.

“Ehhhhhhhh!” Victoria’s mother wailed, placing her hands on her head. “Run kwa? Where to?”

“Well, I should be asking you, after all, she’s your daughter!”

“My son…” Began the father. “Victoria did not come here. Since you left with her, we haven’t seen her.”

“I don’t care! I didn’t come here to banter words with you people. I actually came here to tell you that the marriage is off!” Her mother wailed the more. “I am no longer interested in her! I have put up with her rubbish for so long that I have had enough! From henceforth, we are no longer in-laws! Despite everything I have done for you people, you did not only give me a LovePeddler for a wife, you also gave me a thief! A criminal!”

“My in-law,” her mother began imploringly. “Bikonunu, it hasn’t come to that. I’m sure that Adanna didn’t mean to do that. Maybe she just borrowed the money to do something important! Please, you’ll see that she will return to you today.”

“Shut up your mouth!” I snapped and I could see shock register on both their faces. “How am I sure that you didn’t connive with her to rob me, you greedy hungry fools! If I set my eyes on Victoria, that bitch of a daughter, I’ll make sure she spends the rest of her life in jail! As for you two!” I pointed at both of them with my car key. “I give you one month to produce my one million naira and also pack out of this house or you’ll have yourself to blame!”

“My in-law, please, it hasn’t gotten to that, please.” Her father began to plead. “You can’t kick us out, where will we go? Who will continue paying my children’s school fees in the university, please. I’m sure that there’s a mistake somewhere, my daughter does not steal, we didn’t bring her up that way, eh, please my in-law, consider us.”

I ignored him and stalked to my car, as I got in, I saw Victoria’s mother throw herself on the ground, wailing and crying then she pointed up at the sky and began to curse. “Ha Adanna! Anywhere you are right now, it shall never be well with you! It shall never be well with you for doing this to us!” Then she placed her hands on top of her head with her chin touching her chest and cried. “Chimoooo! Chimoooo oooo! Who have I offended? Who have I offended?” She asked the sky. “Why did Adanna do this to us? Why?!”

Her father said nothing but simply folded his arms on his chest with his shoulders hunched while he looked helpless, pensive and serious as they watched me drive away in despair but I didn’t care, I was tired of their bitch of a daughter anyway and I was tired of this greedy money-draining family.

Episode 15a

VICTORIA’S POV

I had checked into an hotel that day after I had left my husband’s house but I had lived in fear. I lived in fear of him finding me but with time, that fear slowly desipated. After staying indoors for a week to scared to go out, I finally summoned courage to step into the outside world once again and I felt free a childnd less tensed than before. I went for an interview that I had applied for online and I was instantly accepted. I was told to resume work the next day and when the month ended and I was paid the sum of seventy thousand naira, although, it was nothing compared to what Daniel spent on me weekly but it felt so good to finally have my own money.

I still had close to seven hundred thousand naira which I had stolen from Daniel but I decided that living in the hotel was fast draining my money, so I decided to rent a self contain apartment where I could manage my expenses properly. I made new friends at work but I never told them anything about my past. I felt young and vibrant away and I knew that I was finally free from the moodiness in which Daniel had imprisoned me. Sometimes, I would think of my parents and wondered what they were doing and what they thought about me but I knew that Daniel must have reported and my father must have disowned me. I didn’t care anymore anyway. It was high time I stopped living my life for them and answering to their every whim. If my parents wanted money, then they should work for it and stop relying on their children to marry rich men who ended up treating them like crap.

I felt sad whenever I thought of Chris. I had only known him for a few days but yet it felt like I had known him for years. I missed him but it was a pity that things didn’t go as planned for he had proved to me that almost all men were the same, once it came to their d!cks, they could do just about anything to get the pleasure and relief. I had tucked him into a sweet part of my memory but I knew that we were never meant to be. Although, I was still in Lagos but I had moved far away to the part that I knew both men hardly ever went. Being single had earned me a lot of admirers. I even had suitors begging for my hand in marriage, but marriage was a race I didn’t want to run again, at least not yet. I still needed time to heal and recover from the bondage my parents had pushed me into. All I needed was a man who would prove to me that I deserve to be treated like a queen and that all men were not the same, as for now, I was going to remain single till I got tired of all the perks attached to it.

Well, on a Friday evening, after work, I had decided to go shopping in order to restock my fridge and also get some new toiletries. I was going down one aisle of the mall, checking for the things I needed and unknown to me, Chris walked into the same mall and into the opposite aisle and what was only separating us was the shelf. I picked some things that I needed, oblivious to his presence just as he was to mine and then I turned into another aisle just as he was turning into the one I had just left. I finished shopping, paid at the counter and left. Just then Chris caught a glimpse of me through the glass door, he dashed outside to stop me, calling out my name but I didn’t hear him and I got into a cab and was gone.

LINDA’S POV

My parents had given me a serious talk back at home and all I had done was meekly nod my head to whatever they said. They stated that they were in serious dilemma and if I wanted to save the family and also finish my education, then it was up to me to be the hero. Later that day, my mother had asked me to put on the most seductive dress I had. At first, I was reluctant because I only dressed in such a way whenever I was in school but never at home because I knew that my father would be pissed if he knew the kind of lifestyle I led in school. Although, Victoria was my sister but I was nothing like her. She was more beautiful than I was, smart, eloquent, intelligent and had a good heart. I was almost the opposite of all her qualities and that was why she had easily captured Daniel’s heart but now that Daniel had threatened to abandon us, it was also her fault and my parents could bear to return to the penury Daniel had rescued us from.

My father never saved the money he got from Daniel, all he did was spend it on getting an unnecessary chieftaincy title and also spent the rest on Big Mama, a huge woman who ran a beer parlour two streets away. I had caught papa kissing her in her shop one night when I had gone to buy some peppersoup and he had instantly pulled me aside and had warned me never to tell my mother. My mother on the other hand was a spendthrift. Her business was always crashing no matter how much Daniel replenished it with. She was a showoff, always wanting to attend every party to show off her expensive clothes and accessories whether she was invited or not. She spent money on a lot of irrelevant things because she had the belief that Daniel would always send more but now that Daniel was pulling out, they started to bem0an about how they would have saved if they had known that things would turn out this way.


Well, it was my turn now and my parents had put this task to me. I was just twenty-two and in my third year in the university and it was my turn to shoulder the biggest responsibility of the family which Victoria had cast down. I was in a public transport bus, sitting next to my mother but I didn’t like the way the conductor kept oggling my exposed laps. When he glanced down at it for the umpteenth time, I slowly reached for the hem of my gown and tried to force it down to my knees and my mother noticed.

“Will you stop that, my friend?” She whispered harshly so that the other commuters wouldn’t hear her. “Leave the gown alone! You wore it for a purpose! How will you seduce Daniel if it’s up to your knees? Don’t you know that laps easily attract men?”

“But Mama, he is staring at my lap.” I grumbled, gesturing with a swing of my head towards the conductor.

My mother fixed angry eyes on the conductor now and luckily caught him licking his lower lip as he stared at my lap. “Bia, you dey craze?!” She snapped. “w€tin you dey look?! If fvck dey hungry you, you no fit go carry ashawo? w€tin make you dey look my pikin like that? You no dey fear? You think say na your type, common conductor supposed to dey look am? If you no respect yourself now commot your eyes from her lap, I go woze you! (What are you staring at? If you are Hot, can’t you go patronize a prostitute? Are you not afraid? Do you think it’s your kind that’s supposed to be staring at her? If you do not respect yourself now and look away, I’ll give you a resounding slap!)”

“ki n lo n se iya yi gan? (What’s even wrong with this woman?!)” The conductor rasped in a gruff voice. “Iya, calm down! w€tin happen sef? Na you get my eyes? Why you just dey para anyhow? Itori kini? Itori lap lasan! Lap wey full everywhere! Lap pere! Come, no let me change am for you o! Na your lap I dey look?! (Mama, calm down! What’s it? Are you the owner of my eyes? Why are you just yelling anyhow? Because of what?! All because of ordinary lap! Lap that’s available everywhere! Come, do not make me retaliate! Was it your lap that I was staring at?)”

“You dey craze! (You are crazy!)” My mother yelled and placed her hand on my lap, feisty as ever. “Na my pikin lap you dey look, anupama! (It’s my daughter’s lap you are looking at!)”

“Shiooo! See me see wahala o! Mama, cool am, this your pikin na fine girl. Na admire I just dey admire am!” He defended, rolling his shirt to fan himself as he shouted a busstop name.

“Admire kee you there! ( Admiring will kill you!)” She almost jabbed a finger into his eye. “Go house go look your sister lap! Useless somebody! (Go to your house and look at your own sister’s lap!)”

“w€tin sef? You just dey shine eye! I no fit marry your pikin? If no be condition, you think say na conductor I wan be, I for be engineer by now!” The conductor stated.

“So you go build bridge wey go kill Lagos people abi? Abeg, commot for road, I don reach my busstop!” My mother snapped.

The conductor tapped the roof of the bus and said, “Owa o!” The driver slowed to a stop and the conductor stepped down and I got down.

As my mother got down, she said, “I get load for boot o. (I have a luggage in the boot)”

As the conductor walked into the boot, he mumbled, “You supposed pay owo eru o. Just give me waso. (You are supposed to pay for this load. Just give me fifty naira)”

My mother eyed him menacingly. “Come collect am na, no be only waso. Onyochi! All the look wey you look my pikin lap, you pay?!” (Come and take it, it’s not only fifty naira. Thief! Did you pay for oggling my daughter’s lap?)

“Sha dey go! Na so una dey do, alaroro. (You can go! That’s how people like you behave. Stingy person.)” The conductor teased as he pulled down the door of the boot then he smiled as he watched us walk away then he began to praised me. “Ha! Omo to san! Omo to dun! Fine baby! Fresh lekpa! Ha! You dey kill me! My blood dey hot!(Ha! A girl that’s perfect! A girl that’s sweet! Fresh slim girl! Ha! You are killing me! My blood is boiling!” He jumped happily, wrapping his arms around himself.


My mother turned and shot out her five fingers with an open palm at him. “Waka! Oloshi! No go work! Die for there! (Don’t go and work! Die there!)” Then she roughly dragged my arm and started pulling me towards the estate gate while I struggled with my luggage.

“Mama, forget that thing! You dey vex because I no look your own. (You are only angry because I’m not admiring yours!)” The conductor stated as he returned to seat at the edge of the seat in the doorway. Your own don crash! Your husband don knack am so tey, e don expire! (Yours has fallen! Your husband has smashed it to the extent that it has expired!)”

“Na your mama own don expire! (It’s your mother’s buttocks that has expired!) My mother yelled back while the conductor simply laughed in mockery as the bus pulled away and joined the Lagos traffic once again.

Episode 15b
Continuation....

Ten minutes later, we were inside the estate in front of Daniel’s gate. The gateman who was already familiar with us ushered us in and when my mother asked if Daniel was around and the gateman replied in the affirmative. When we got into the house without knocking, we met Daniel watching soccer with a leg folded on the other knee and a remote in his house! He rise immediately to receive us with an unpleasant demeanor.

“What are you people doing here?!” He asked angrily. “And when did you start coming to my house unannounced?”

My mother maintained her charming smile while I finally dropped my luggage on the floor. “Ahan, in-law in-law, it hasn’t gotten to this na? No matter what has happened, we are still in-laws and you should at least welcome us first.” My mother glanced behind her and was about to sit down when Daniel stopped her.

“I didn’t ask you to sit down and I have told you that we are no longer in-laws! If it’s not my one million naira that brought you here, please get out!” He pointed at the door.

My mother straightened up and her smile seemed to falter a bit. “My in-law, I know that you are still angry but that’s why I’ve come, bikonunu, please calm down and at least listen to why we are here first.”


He stared hard at us for a moment then sat down, resuming his former position but he was tensed and o could tell from how his foot kept tapping the floor. “It had better be worth it.” He said, muting the TV with the remote.

My mother sat down now and began, “We know that what Adanna did was very wicked and callous and her father and I have already disowned her. Do not worry, I bet you that she will realize her mistake and come begging soon. The living God that I serve has never failed me and I’m sure that wherever Adanna is right now, she’s regretting by now, because the almighty God I serve is already punishing her for us… Well…” She hit her palm with the back of the other hand and continued. “My husband and I discussed at length two days ago and we have reached a decision that will be for the good of all of us… You see Linda there?” She pointed to me who was still standing. “We have brought her to you to replace Adanna.”

“What!” Daniel’s eyes narrowed.

My mother quickly said. “No, no, no, it’s not what you are thinking o. You can have her free. You don’t need to pay any bride price at all. We will use the one you paid on Adanna’s head on her. Linda is still very young and she’s beautiful too. I understand that she’s not done with school yet but she can be going from here. I can assure you that Linda will treat you better than her sister did and even give you a lot of children, eh? Please, for our sake and that of God, please marry Linda as your wife and treat her well. She’s obedient to the core. There’s nothing that you’ll tell her that she will not do. She won’t starve you of s£x.” I cringed when my mother said that. “She will always cook your meals on time and also treat you like the king you truly are.”

My heart was pounding in my chest now as I watched Daniel scrutinize me for a moment then he gesture with his finger and said after contemplating for a while. “Turn around.”

I hesitated and glanced at my mother but she sensed how uncomfortable I was then snapped. “Turn around!”

Reluctantly, I awkwardly turned around, shuffling my feet. Daniel nodded in satisfaction and asked, “How old are you again?”

“I’ll be twenty two by October sir.” I answered.

“Alright.” He said then placed his other foot on the floor, slipping it into his slipper then rose. “Mama, I’ve heard you. You will have to give me some time to consider your offer but you can go now.”

My mother slowly rose to her feet and skeptically said, “Ehennn, I can go abi?”

“Yes.” Daniel nodded.

“Just like that?”

Daniel nodded again.

My mother yet hesitated, holding her handbag against her lap. “In-law, are you sure?”

“I’m very sure, just go!” Daniel almost snapped.

“Okay o. Odinmma! (All is well)” She said then gestured to me. “Oya, Linda kai ga. (Linda, let’s go)” She gestured with her hand towards the door.

Daniel quickly said now. “No Mama, without her.”

My mother gave him a confused look. “Without her?”

“Yes Mama.”

“You want her to stay here with you?” She pointed at the floor before her with two index fingers with her eyes fixed on him over her shoulder.

“Yes, how else do you expect me to test her and see if she will be any different from her elder sister if she does not stay here with me?” He said.

“Oh…” Then she chuckled. “You are right…” She glanced at me and grinned. “Linda, please don’t fail us, O? Treat him very well.”

“Yes Mama.”

“I’ll come tomorrow to check on you.”

“Okay Mama.”

She started for the door when she remembered something then paused then she slowly turned to look at Daniel with a weird smile on her face that I felt that she was grinning too much and she only did that when she wanted something. “Erhhh… In-law…” She began carefully. “You know we spent a lot to get here… Just give me small…” She flicked three fingers of her right hand on the palm of her left hand to indicate money. “…ego… You know that man is nothing without money.”

Daniel simply shook his head and went upstairs. As soon as he was gone, my mother began to tell me all the things to do and what not to do. She even told me to pull my gown higher so that I showed more skin. Daniel returned soon and handed her fifty thousand naira. She praised him, blessed him, thanked him and finally left. When we were all alone in the house, I shyly stared at the floor, even too scared to breathe out loud. Daniel approached me now, placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my face up to his. He scrutinized my facial pictures for a moment then let me go as he said,

“You are quite pretty but you don’t have all the curves of your sister, but since your parents are desperate to keep me as an in-law, I think you’ll do. You’ll pay every dime your sister stole from me.” He stated then started to take off his shirt while I stared at him, puzzled.

“Uncle, what are you doing?”

“UnCloth!” He simply stated and began to unbutton his shorts.

“But uncle, I just came here.” I protested. I just couldn’t imagine myself sleeping with my sister’s husband and someone I had regarded as my uncle for years.

“Are you deaf?” He asked harshly. “Take your clothes off! I’m sure that this is part of the reason your mother brought you here and I’m intend to make the best out of it.

I watched him take off his shorts to reveal his boxers which was so low on his hip that I could see the V line of his pubic and the top of his pubic hair and when I saw his d!ck growing in his boxers, my eyes grew round and I began to sweat in dread.

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Episode 16

I took a step back with a frown on my face as I defiantly shook my head. “Uncle Daniel, I’m sorry, I cannot.”

“Why not?!” He rasped.

“You are my sister’s husband!” I replied.

“As far as I’m concerned, your sister and I have ceased to be man and wife, not after stealing my money and running away!”

“I apologise on her behalf.” I mumbled. “My sister doesn’t steal. She must have been desperate.”

“I do not need your apology, just UnCloth right now!” He ordered but I wouldn’t do as he had told me. I couldn’t bear the thought of another man who was also the husband of my sister, seeing me n@ked. Fine, I was no virgin. In fact, I had lost my virginity eight months ago and my boyfriend had been the one to deflower me. I love him so much but I never cared to introduce him to my family because I knew that my parents wouldn’t approve of him. He owned a small shop off campus where he repaired phones and other mobile gadgets. I had met him the day I had gone to repair my Samsung phone which my sister had passed down to me. The phone had accidentally dropped into a bucket of water and had refused to come on. At the course of repairing my phome, my boyfriend and I had gotten closer and had fallen in love.

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I couldn’t even tell my parents that I had a boyfriend because they would start quizzing me questions such as: “Who’s his father?” “What does he do for a living?” “Is he rich?” Since I was not ready for such questions, I had decided to keep him a secret.


“You are wasting time!” Daniel’s harsh voice disrupted my thoughts and I could see now that he was very hard and the very thought of it disgusted me. I wonder why I had agreed to come down here in the first place? Why had I allowed myself to be talked into this. All her life, my sister had lived for our family, especially our parents but now that she had broken free, they wanted a quick replace at my own detriment. I knew that my sister was not lying anything she came running home to report her husband to our parents, the bruises and scars were signs enough. I saw them and I believed her even though I never said anything. I knew that my parents were also aware but they would rather not intervene so as not to hinder the cash flow into their family. They enjoyed the privileges of having a rich son-in-law while my sister silently suffered on their behalf and now, it was my turn to go down the same road to please my parents who were never contented.

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“Uncle, I’m sorry but I can’t have s£x with you.” I stated firmly.

“I see…” He said with his hands on hips then spat, “Then get out of my house!”

“But uncle-” I started to say. I knew that my parents would be very mad at me if I returned home without accomplishing what I had been sent to do.

“Are you deaf? If you are not going to have s£x with me then get out of my house now!”

I hesitated. How would I get home? I had no money with me. “Uncle, I don’t have transport fare.” I mumbled.

“I don’t care!” He replied. “All I know is that none of your family members will ever touch a dime of my money again! If your parents do not return my money stolen from me, I’ll make sure that your father rots in jail!”

“Ha, uncle!” I exclaimed. “Please, try to forgive us. It’s my sister who took the money, not my father.”

He paused now the stared at me in a new look in his eyes. “On a second thought, I don’t think I should let you go, not after how your family have been leeching off me for years.” He started to walk slowly towards me with a look I didn’t like in his eyes which I saw swept down my body.

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I began to take slow steps backward, away from me. “Uncle, what do you mean by th-?”

I had barely gotten the completely word out of my mouth when he suddenly reached me in two strides, seized me by my upper arm and flund me on the couch and I stared up at him, stunned. He loomed above me now, leering down at me.




“You are all pretenders. You like it rough, don’t you? You like to be forced, right? You are one of those girls whose no actually means yes. You could have left all along when I told you to but you chose to linger… Yes…because you actually want me… Don’t you?”

To all his questions and assumptions, I kept shaking my head, frightened so much. I was like a cornered mouse and I had no where to go. My heart was beaten fast in my chest and I could almost hear it pounding in my chest. I tried to look for a way out of this terrible situation and ended up blurting the first thing that came to my head that every girl might say. “I’ll scream!” I threatened.

He chuckled wickedly. “And who would hear you? The gate man? He has been working for me for the past five years and has learnt to mind his business so I wouldn’t raise my hopes if I were you.” Then he pinched my n!pole through my dress and I regretted heeding to my mother’s advice about not wearing a bra. “You are younger than your sister is, fresh and naive but let’s hope that you are also not the frigid or dry one.” He suddenly reached for my thigh and when I kicked at him, he grew angry and for the first time in my life, I was slapped by someone else besides my mother. Slapped by a man I had looked up to for several years, always praying for him that God should replenish his pockets since he was our bread winner. I had not only be assulted, I was about to be raped too. I thought of what people would say if they found out that I was raped. They would say that I took myself with my very legs to his house or why did I dress so provocatively in the first place if I wasn’t interested in getting laid.

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The slap stunned me that I could hear a sharp tuning sound deep in my ear and the side of my face was burning. Suddenly, anger that I didn’t know was welling inside of me suddenly consumed me and I swung my arm and slapped him too. I caught him so unawares that he fell from the couch to the floor with his hand placed against his cheek as he stared at me in disbelief and shock.

“You slapped me?” He asked coldly. If eyes could kill, I would have exploded under his malevolent glare but I tried to appear strong and undaunted as I slowly sat up on the couch, ready to flee. Unfortunately, before I could act, he slowly rose to his feet and asked again. “You dare slap me?!”

“Me I want to go home.” I grumbled without looking up at him. I carefully rose then tugged down my gown. As I started for my luggage, he suddenly yanked me back and I staggered but quickly regained my stamina.

“Where do you think you are going?!” He bawled, his eyes now red and I knew that I was dead.

“I’M GOING HOME!” I retorted.

Then he chuckled. “This is surprising, even your LovePeddler of a sister does not have the guts to talk back at me and not only did you do that, you also slapped me.”

“Eh…you slapped me first.” I stated without looking at his face.

“Well, I can see that you don’t have any respect and I shall deal severely with you today!” He stated then suddenly grabbed both my upper arms, trying to push me back on the couch but I struggled. Not only was he more than a decade older than I was, he was also stronger and instead of the couch, I accidentally fell on the floor and he followed me to the floor, wrestling me and trying to rip my gown up or force his hands in between my thighs. I struggled with all my might but when he realized that I was willing to relent, he started raining slaps on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and averted my face so that his fingers didn’t get into my eyes and I fought back blindly. I was crying, screaming and scratching like a deranged girl. I was determined not to let him have his way with me even though it cost me my life.

I succeeded in raking my fingernails across his face twice and so to avoid them, he lifted his chin up out of reach and I could only claw at his shoulders. When he noticed that going for my upper body was fruitless, he focused on my thighs now and tried to separate them but I clamped them shut tighter. He dug his fingers in between my thighs and tried to pry them apart but I locked my ankles and continued trying to resist. He grew frustrated and more angry and then suddenly punched me on the thigh. It hurt so bad and weakened my muscle that my strength in that leg reduced. When he noticed it, he punched the other thigh harder and that was even more painful and I felt like I was going to die. My legs fell helpless apart, the muscles were like I was experiencing a cramp. I cried the more. He parted my thighs and immediately took off his boxers while leaning between my now open thighs.

During our struggle, his d!ck had gone flaccid a bit, but now, he gave it quick strokes to reawaken it. I knew that this was my opportunity, I tried to hit him in balls with my hand but he caught my hand as if he had read my thought, flung it to the side and then landed me the hottest slap yet that immediately caused a tear in my dry lower lip and caused it to start bleeding. He reached under my gown and began to roughly pull at my panties. My legs were still weak and there was little I could do with them. Weakly, I reached for my panties and a tug of war began, he pulled it downwards and I tried to hold it up. He got angrier and pulled it so hard that I heard it tearing.

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When he finally had my panties out of the way, he lowered his lower body on me, holding his d!ck in one hand to direct it towards my vagina while his other hand tried to pin me down and restrain my struggles. I was in despair. I couldn’t believe that this was about to happen to me. Just then, I remembered the self-defense techniques my roommate in school whom was practicing Taekwondo had taught me. Mustering enough courage in me even though I was skeptical of it would work on such a big man like Daniel, I broke lose from his hold and suddenly grabbed his head with both hands then pressed my thumbs hard against his eyes which he had closed in reflex when I had grabbed his head. He screamed and held my elbows, trying to pull my hands away from his eyes as I pressed harder with my might, trying to push his eyeballs back into his head.

When he finally succeeded in ripping my hands off his head, I didn’t let him receiver from that, I suddenly jammed the side of my straightened hand against his throat and he suddenly gagged, his hands flying to hold his throat now. In pain, he rolled off me, coughing and gagging, seriously in pain as he rolled on the floor, trying to breathe. I jumped to my feet now and stared down at him. His face was swollen and I hoped that I hadn’t crushed his windpipe even though I knew that he deserved even worse.


“You bastard!” I hissed down at him. “You are an animal and my sister never should have married such a beast as you! She deserves better!” I kicked his stomach now since he was lying on his side, still coughing seriously. I saw his d!ck and before I could stop my self, I stepped on the upper part and almost crushed it against the hard floor and he howled out like a wounded animal, writhing around. Quickly, I hurried to my luggage, grabbed it, since it was too heavy to run with and I knew that it would slow me down, I heft it upon my head and ran out. The gateman saw me and began to wonder what was chasing me but I said nothing to him. I dashed out into the street and quickly stopped the next bike I saw then hopped on it without giving him a place of destination.

I knew that when Daniel recovered from what I had done to him, he might probably come looking for me with the police so I decided that going home was definitely not the best idea, besides, my parents would reprimand me seriously if they found out that I has refused to sleep with Daniel, let alone that I even dealt seriously with me for trying to rape me. I stopped at the ATM machine in one of the banks, withdrew some cash which I had saved by selling airtime and female undies in school. I stopped next in an uncompleted building and changed into something different then I went to the park and paid for a bus that would take me to my school. I knew that my parents would attempt to find me there but I had luck on my side because neither of them even knew where I lived in school. When the passengers were complete and the door and boot was shut, I was partially relieved as the driver started to drive out of the park after settling some park touts who had helped arranged the luggage in the trunk.

CHRIS’ POV

I couldn’t get Victoria out of my head ever since I had missed at the mall. She had just been there, there, within my reach and yet I hadn’t been able to get to her. Because of her, I had gone to the mall daily, hoping that I would bump into her again but all my efforts had been futile. I couldn’t really concentrate at work not eat like I used to. My world was now bleak and it was simply because of one careless mistake. I was sitting in my room trying to draft something up because I was planning to relocate to the U.S. where I had schooled but I had only been a bit reluctant because of Victoria. I had a feeling that I would run into her again but I had no idea how long I would have to wait. It had been six weeks now since I saw her last and I wondered if she was still with her husband or if she had finally left him like I hoped.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and when I looked up, I realized that it was Uju. Surprisingly, she had stopped pressure me for s£x. At first, I was surprised because that was unlike her but when I came home and found dried semen on my couch one evening, I knew that whenever I went out, she was bringing in someone to sleep with her but I didn’t really care. I knew she had grown weary of me and had given up all together at trying to seduce me but she still made my meals and cleaned the house. When she drew closer, I realized that she was all dressed up in a s£xy way and that made me straightened up in my seat.

“Where are you going to?” I asked with a start.

“Club.” She simply said as her red lips moved to show that she was chewing a gum.

I frowned. “And what could you possibly know about clubs?”

“Is it not where people go to have fun and meet other people.” She said in a nasty way, averting her gaze and rolling her eyes as she made bursting sounds with the gum in her mouth.

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“And you are just going to walk out of this house as if you know your way around Lagos.” I stated then stayed quiet for a moment as I contemplated, finally, I sighed, deciding that going along could help me relax too and also help clear my mind, because ever since I had met Victoria in a club, I had not patronized any till then. Since it was Friday night, watching other people have fun might just help ease my worries. “Fine…” I said as I rose and took my car keys from the coffee table. “Let’s go.”

She gave me a frown. “Go where?”

“To the club of course.” I said.

“You want to go and spoil market for me, abi?” She said tersely, a hand on her hip while the other held a flat purse against her lap.

“What do you mean by spoil market for you?” I was puzzled.

“Don’t you know that men will refuse to approach me if I’m seen with you?”

I chuckled. “Don’t worry, we are just going to go there together but I assure you that I’m going to stay clear of your path once we are in the club so that you can have all the fun you want.” I assured her.

She contemplated for a moment then hesitantly agreed. “Fine.” She walked out of the house while I followed her.

VICTORIA’S POV

“My friend, get up!” My friend Tanya threw a pillow at me as she walked around the bed to the wardrobe while the other, Kehinde quickly hurried into my bathroom and shut the door.

I glanced at the door in confusion then asked Tanya who was going through my wardrobe. “What’s wrong with Kehinde? Is she pressed?” I asked.

Tanya simply glanced over her shoulder at me but before she could answer, Kehinde opened the door and stuck her head out. “Babe, abeg you get pad? (Babe, please do you have sanitary pad?)

“Shiooo!” Tanya said. “You don start? (Have you started your menses?)”

Kehinde pouted. “This stupid thing just wanna ruin my night.”

“If e come, you go vex, if e no come, you go still vex. (If your menses start, you get angry, if it does not, you still get angry.” Tanya said then hissed and continued through my wardrobe. They were both my colleagues and somehow, we had developed a fondness for one another and had become friends.

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“Didn’t you calculate that it would come today?” I asked Kehinde.

“I did, it’s supposed to come on Sunday not Friday. It means it shifted backward.” Kehinde said unhappily.

“Okay o, sha don’t get any blood on my floor or toilet seat.” I said as I scooted off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick a sanitary pad which I handed to Kehinde. “Make sure you flush properly.” I told her.

“Thanks.” She mouthed and withdrew into the bathroom again.

I turned to look at Tanya now as I folded my arms under my chest. I realised that she had thrown several clothes on my bed. “Tanya, what exactly are you looking for?” I asked.

“Something for you to wear.” She answered without looking back and or stopping what she was doing.

“Why would I need to wear clothes like this at 9 in the night?”

“You are going to club with us tonight.” She stated.

“I’m tired and have a headache.”

“You said that two Fridays ago. You are not getting out of this easily, Vickie. You are going to the club with us whether you like it or not.”

Just then I heard the toilet flushing and soon, Kehinde emerged. “Xup, ready?” She beamed.

“I’m not going.” I said and sat down on a chair.

“Yes, you are. C’mon… Just a little fun won’t hurt. Just this once, go to the club with us.”

“I don’t feel like going out at all.” I maintained my stand.

“Pleaseeee….” Kehinde implored.

Tanya turned from the wardrobe, holding up a short dress by its hanger handle. “You don’t need to beg her Kehinde, whether she likes it or not, she’s going and even if I have to force these clothes on you and drag you across the hallway to the car, you can bet that I will! Get a boyfriend, no! Go out on a date with the countless men begging for your attention, no! Go to club, no! I’m tired of your no and you are going to get your ass up, get into this dress! Put some make up on, go to the club, have some drinks and mingle with an interesting fella! Case closed!” Tanya asserted.

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Episode 17a

Tanya was persistent and she was the kind of a lady who got whatever she wanted anytime she put her heart to it. She was also had an overbearing attitude which I couldn’t stand some times. Kehinde on the other hand was the exact opposite of Tanya. She fell in love too easily and was a pushover but she had a lovely character and a charisma to be admired not to mention that she was very beautiful. Tanya pushed me on a small stool in front of my dressing mirror then ordered Kehinde who had come with her makeup kit to give me a make over. I was forced to dressed up and after several group selfies by Kehinde who was also a selfie addict, our Uber arrived and soon we were on our way to the club.

After joining the queue outside, we were finally let into the club. As soon as we entered, heads began to turn in our direction and I tried not to meet any gazes, all I wanted was to go back home and I had made up my mind that I wasn’t going to dance or give any guy an audience, I was just going to sit in a corner and while away time till my friends grew weary and asked to call it a night. I wanted to go to the couch at the rear but my friends refused and nudged me towards the bar. They claimed that the bar was an open place where admirers could easily see you. Kehinde kept sending flirty smiles around while Tanya left us for the dance floor. I rolled my eyes and simply sipped my drink.

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I turned to ask for another drink when I felt a hand on my back. When I turned to see who it was, I realized that it was a man grinning at me and dressed in an agbada. Jeez! Who wore agbada to a club?

“Hello baby.” He said, still grinning. Not only was his yoruba accent strong, his perfume was almost choking.

“Kindly remove your hand from my back, sir.” I told him, not pleased with such a bold attitude at all.

He removed his hand, pulled the sleeves of his agbada up to his shoulders and then came around and sat down on Tanya’s stool in front of me. “Baby, how are you?” He asked, chuckling and ogling me. “I was just sitting in that corner there when I saw an angel. So I said, let me not miss this heaven…” Then tapped the country with his palm. “Bar man, give the lady extra drink.”

“Thank you sir but I can pretty well handle my own.” I stated.


“Okay…” He said, adjusting the arms of his agbada again. “What’s this beautiful angel’s name?”

“Victoria.” I said reluctantly.

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“Victoria!” He exclaimed then laughed aloud. “That’s a very beautiful name, eh… Very beautiful… How about we get to know each other very well?”

I hesitated. I was really in no mood and this kind of man’s company was the very last thing I needed but I didn’t want to be impolite. “Like I’ve said, the name is Victoria. I’m from Imo state and I work in Oasis Firm.”

“Ha! Omo igbo ni yen… (Ha! That means that you are an Igbo girl” He gave one of his annoying laughter. “I like igbo girls… Ha! Beni!” He nodded, adjusting the sleeves again and I wondered if he was ever going to stop adjusting them. It was annoying the way he kept lifting his arms. “Igbo girls are not only beautiful, they can cook very well. Edikaikong soup, Afang soup, just mention it and they are number one!”

“I’m sure that you meant Calabar girls.” I corrected.

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“Ehen…” He paused to think then indifferently said. “Ehn, it does not matter, as long as they both know how to cook. “Ermmm… My name is Chief Gabriel Owonikoko Ifajaiye 1, I’m a business man and have companies scattered all around Nigeria. I have five wives, three concubines and twenty six children.”

I was taken aback. “That’s a large family. Wait a minute… Didn’t you say that your name is Gabriel?”

“Yes, my very close friends call me Gabo.”

“I see… That name shows that you are a Christian, how come you have five wives? Isn’t it supposed to be one man to one wife?”

A small frown creased his features now. “Ehn… And so? Why would I have the kind of wealth I have and stick to one woman? Don’t you even know that there are more women in the world than men? If I marry only one, who will marry the rest? Since God has blessed me with wealth and told me to go into the world and multiply, that’s exactly what I’m doing!” He chuckled.


“I don’t get it. How did a priest or pastor wed you to your other wives despite knowing that you are married?” I asked.

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“Shioorrr!” He flinched his mouth at me then said, “traditional marriage has no limit for wives. White wedding is not our thing, it was the white men that brought that here to Africa. Even if I marry extra wives, who’s a pastor to stop me? Not when my large tithe is helping his church grow! See, my dear, let me tell you my dear, things are very easy in this country as long as you have money. If you just give some pastors some change, they will do as you want. Me I’m still borrowing some parts of the old testament. After all, I’m even innocent compared to uncle Solomon in the Bible. How that man did not die from high blood pressure still baffles me till today o. If my second and fifth wife should start their madness like this, I just quickly sneak out of my house to enjoy myself with one of my concubines in my guest house.”

I was finally finding him interesting, although not attractive. The bulge of his paunch was very visible through his agbada and besides his numerous wives, strong accent and mentality, I could deduce that he was only a secondary school leaver and had not really furthered his studies but somehow, he had ended up rich. Since he was a talkative, I decided that he would be a good way to while away the night.

“So tell me, did you come with any of your wives or Concubines to the club?” I asked.

“Haha!” He laughed deeply, his hands on his paunch. “That’s like shooting myself in the leg. Mi o le koba ara mi…( I can’t implicate myself).” He said. “I came here to entertain myself and catch a new fish. See, all my wives are no longer attractive, no matter how much make up they put on. Child birth has turned them upside down. The stretch marks are unbearable. The only person who’s still very manageable is my third wife… She goes to the gym and her flat stomach has returned a bit. The others, shioorrr! It’s only to sit at home, eat, watch zeeworld and finish my money. Their stomachs are big as if they are pregnant and me I can’t have this big belle and also have wives that have big belle. Two captains cannot be in charge of a ship o.”

For the first time, I laughed hard. I had never met anyone this funny. “Chief, but what more could you want. If you could have five wives and still be this discontented, then nobody can help you.” I told him.

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“If I can make seven women very happy, I can make more very happy noni.” He answered

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want to go and see your family.” He said flatly.

I frowned now. “Pardon?”

He adjusted his sleeves once again. “Eh, I have checked you out very well and I can see that you won’t end up like my wives. Besides, I like working class ladies like you, just that once I marry you, you’ll have to stop working for that your boss and I’ll open up your own business for you wherever you want it in Lagos.”

I smiled a bit and shook my head. “Chief, thank you but I don’t want to get married now, especially not to a pologamous man. I’m not ready to die yet.”

He stared at me in surprise. “Ahan, are you serious? How will you say that you don’t want to get married? When there are millions of girls out there praying for a man to come and marry them and here you are doing shakara.” He said.

“Chief, I’m not the millions of girls, I’m me. I am not interested in your marriage proposal.”

“O ma ga o.” He said in wonder. “Wa na, how old are you sef?”

I sipped my drink through the straw. “Chief, what has age got to do with it?”

“I’m just surprised na that you’ll turn me down. Do you know how many women flirt with me on daily basis. Even my secretary Shade that is married will be wearing short short skirt and shaking her buttocks when leaving my office so that I will notice her.”

“Ehn chief, go and marry Shade then.”

“Never! Her backyard is too big! When she sits down, the sides of her buttocks sag because they can’t contain her bazuka! Do you know how many chairs that girl has broken in my office?”

“But chief, I thought men like it big.”

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“Not me o… I can not come and kill myself by myself. What’s so special about big buttocks? Iso lo wa n be, nothing else! (It’s full of fart, nothing else!)” He said and I laughed again.

I was really enjoying his company and I began to feel light now. No longer did I regret letting my friends force me to the club. I was still enjoying the short moment of silence when chief finally broke it by clearing his throat.

“Eh, do you know that you have totally changed my perception, iwo omo yi? (You this girl)”

“About what?” I curiously asked.

He glanced at the dancefloor at other girls dancing with a look of disgust on his face and said, “I used to think that any girl you find in a club was wayward and only looking for attention, or more, a man to spend the night with. But, from just being with you for these few minutes, I have studied you gidigan (very well), and I can see that you are not after a man’s money or looking for someone to take you to bed… If it’s most girls that I have met, many would have been giving me all those pepeye (duck) eye and smile, praising me so ori mi ma wu (so my head could swell from the praises), some will even be caressing my big stomach and be telling me just how s£xy it is whereas I know that she’s only fooling me.”

I chuckled. “So what made you concluded so quickly about me?”

“You did not even let me buy you a drink, neither did you ask for my complimentary card. Even after telling you that I want to marry you, you still refused.”

“Well, that’s just me.” I shrugged a shoulder. “Let’s just say that I have had my fair share of unhappiness in life and I’m not looking forward to going back to it anytime soon.”

“Well said!” He agreed and then glanced over my shoulder to look at someone as he said, “Eh my dear, pardon my question o, but do you know that man over there? He has been staring at us since.”

“Who?” I asked, turning my head.

“That one on white t-shirt.” He pointed and when my eyes fell upon the person he had described, my heart almost jumped into my mouth as I realized that it was Chris and he was seated on a couch several feet away with his eyes fixed on me. I quickly turned away now, trying to compose myself or probably flee.

Chief noticed and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Not at all… I’m just….” I stuttered then began to fan at my face with my hand as I blew air through my mouth. “…this place is just too stuffy.”

“Pele dear, do you want to go outside for some fresh air?” He asked but before I could answer, I felt someone stand behind me.

“No sir, thank you but that won’t be necessary.” I heard Chris say from behind me and I swallowed hard.

“Who are you, young man?” Chief asked, adjusting his agbada intentionally as if to look intimidated. “Weren’t you taught not to interrupt when two people are talking?”


“Chief…” I quickly intervened, forcing a smile. “Please, he’s a friend.”

“Ehen…” Chief said skeptically as he scrutinized Chris for a moment.

“Chief, please I’m sorry but I’ll have to ask you to excuse us.” I said.

“Are you sure?” He asked, eyeing Chris in an unfriendly way. “If this young man is here to bother you, just tell me and I’ll get my body guards to deal with him gidigan! (Very well)”

“No no chief, that won’t be necessary.” I quickly said and added a reassuring smile.

“Okay then…” He finally but reluctantly agreed, then he started to rise. “Well, if you insist that I shod excuse you too, I’ll…” He said. “It was very nice talking to you.” He told me, eyed Chris again then left.

As soon as he was gone, Chris replaced him on his seat. He took a serious look at me for a moment then finally broke the awkward silence between us by saying, “Hi.”

Episode 17b

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I swallowed hard and replied. “Hi.” I didn’t know that I would meet him here. I felt so guilty seeing him and I surely didn’t want to go down the memory lane of why I had left.

What he did next surprised and puzzled me. He stuck his hand towards me and said, “I’m Chris.”

I hesitated as I stared at him in confusion before I hesitantly shook his hand and muttered, “Victoria.”

“First time here?” He gestured around with his hand.

“Yes…” I reluctantly decided to play along. Since I didn’t know why he was doing this, I wanted to see how it would turn out. “You?”

“No but second.” He answered.

“Okay…” I simply nodded. Since we were playing the stranger thing, then maybe it would be easier to just say goodnight and get away.

“I must say that you clean up good.’ he gestured with a hand at me, indicating that I had changed in a great way since the last time we saw.

“Thanks.” I murmured under my breath, briefly casting my eyes down.

“I’ve been staring at you for half an hour, trying to be sure if it was really you or not and as luck would have it, you looked back.” He said.

“Only because Chief mentioned that I had a starer.” I defended.

“Right…” He pursed his lips then asked, obviously tired of the pretence. “Why did you leave?”

I stared at him for a moment and was about to reply when someone suddenly said “Obim… I’ve been looking for you.” She came into view from behind me and possessively placed her arm on his shoulder and just the sight of her completely killed my zeal to reconcile.

“Great! You brought her!” I said with an exasperated sigh.

At the sound of my voice, she turned her head to look at me and her eyes grew round with surprise. “Ha! Aunty Victoria, na you be this? Chai! You don change o. You don even fine pass before, kon even add weight. (Ha! Aunty Victoria, is this you? Chai! You have changed o. You are now even more beautiful than before and you have also added some weight.)”

“Hi, Uju, how are you doing?” I reluctantly said, reaching for my drink. Right now, I preferred the company or chief than these two.

“Chris don dey find you so tey he don lose hope. (Chris has searched for you to the extent that he has lost hope.)” She said then added. “He dey relocate go America next month sef. (He’s even relocating to the U.S. next month)”

I stared at him in surprise now. “Are you serious?”

He nodded.

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“Why?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “There’s nothing left for me in this country any more.”

I swallowed hard as I forced myself to ask the next question. “Are you going with her?” I cast my eyes at Uju but she quickly beat him to answering the question.

“This one ke? This one wey no fit even touch me na him go carry me go abroad? No o, he dey go alone. Once he commot, sell the house, I dey find my level. All I know say na Uju no go return to village o. This Lagos dey sweet me die. (This one? This one that cannot even touch me will take me abroad with me? No o, he’s going alone. Once he leaves and sells the house, I’ll find my way. All I know is that Uju is not going back to the village o. I have found this Lagos to be very interesting.)

I stared at her in surprise, then asked in disbelief. “He didn’t sleep with you?”

She gave me a perplexed frown. “Sleep with me how? You no hear w€tin I tell you before? This guy na impotent. He no be man. He dey only get er£ction but he no dey use am at all. Me sef don tire for him matter.(Sleep with me? Didn’t you hear what I told you earlier? This guy is an impotent. He is not a man. He only has er£ctions but he never uses it.” She explained. “Since you commot from that house, he no wan even use eye see me at all. He go just carry car key woka commot from house com come back in the night wey I don already sleep so I no go disturb am. (Ever since you left the house, he can’t even stand my presence at all. He would just grab his car key and leave the house then come back at night so that I wouldn’t even disturb him.)”

It was too good to believe and I gaped at Chris now. “…b..but I… That… Night…”

He sighed and said, “Yea, I know I fvcked up big time but honestly, I couldn’t do it.” He said honestly. “I couldn’t just bring myself to do it, V.”

Tears welled up in my eyes now and I asked in a hoarse voice. “Then why are you still with her? You even brought her to a club.”

“It was her idea.” He replied. “She wanted to go out and have fun and I just tagged along.”

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I was about to speak when a sturdy guy with a bald head and a beard appeared and wrapped his arms around Uju’s waist from behind. At first she was startled and quickly snapped as she started to turn. “Na who be this?” When she recognized the man, she smiled and said, “Oh, na you… You don find me come.”

“Let’s go to the dancefloor na babe.” The guy said to her. He was huge and I wondered how she would be able to handle such a guy.

“Hold on.” She told him then turned to Chris. “You, I know that now that you have seen Victoria, na to vanish be that. Sha no worry, you see this Bobo here? (I know that you’ll vanish now that you have seen Victoria but do not worry much. Do you see this guy here?)” She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder at the guy. “Me and am dey go him place after we club finish, so no expect me for house until tomorrow morning. (He and I are going over to his place when we are done clubbing, so don’t expect me at home until tomorrow morning.)” She said and they both returned to the dancefloor.

I washed them go and then asked in surprise. “What happened to you two? You give her this much liberty?”

“What am I supposed to do? I’ve made it clear to her that I’m not interested in her in that way. Besides, she’s a young lady and she can have as much fun as she wants.” Chris answered.

“And since when did you discover that she has accepted that fact?” I asked.

“When she started bringing in men to screw her on my couch.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough.” As I sipped my drink which had gone a bit warm, an uncomfortable silence ensued between us before he broke it and asked,

“How about we start all over, just you and I?”

I stared at him for some seconds and said skeptically. “I don’t know, Chris. I have moved on and I’m so not going back to my past.”

“Well, fix me in the present. Let’s start afresh, V, please…” He implored.

“I’ll need some time to think about it. This is too sudden, I don’t want to rush into anything anymore.” I told him.

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“She will not be thinking about anything. You can take her home if you want.” Someone suddenly cut in and I turned to see Tanya approaching. She was sweating a bit from all the dancing she had done. Soon, Kehinde joined us.

“Hey!” She beamed at Chris as she scrutinized him quickly. “From the description Vickie had given us, you must be Chris.”

“Really? She talked about me?” I saw him glance at me and I looked away to avoid his gaze. My friends were not just good at keeping some secrets.

“Yes.” Tanya said after ordering for a drink. “If there’s anything she mentions about her past, it’s you.”

“I see…” Chris said, fixing a knowing look at me now.

“What did she say again, Tanya?” Kehinde asked then they both chuckled as they chorused.

“The first and only man to ever make her experience orgasm.”

I blushed now abd lowered my head. I was really going to kill my friends. This was so embarrassing.

“Chris honey, we would have loved to get to know you better but certainly not tonight. This girl is frigid and has rusted. If you wanna get her rolling, you will have to oil her engine, if you know what I mean.” She winked at me as she took a gulp from her Smirnoff Ice.

“Take her home with you please. Tomorrow is Saturday. You can keep her with you until Sunday evening.” Kehinde said.

“Hulala!” Tanya wagged her tongue in her mouth in a husky way then leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “You might not say anything but I know that you dying to have him fvck your brains out. I know that behind this quiet, composed, good-girl demeanor is a crazy bitch waiting to be unleashed, so go for it, girl or I might just take up his offer.”

I suddenly shot her a glare as she pulled away but I was not surprised. I had such crazy and blunt friends and they were like sisters to me.

Chris got off his stool now and stretched an open hand towards me. “Shall we?” He asked and I stared into his eyes but didn’t reach for his hand. I could just see all the things he would do to me if I walked out of the club with him. But was I ready for such?

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Episode 18a

CHRIS’ POV

We suddenly burst into my bedroom, feverishly kissing each other as if we were scared that the other person would vanish. We continued kissing as I backed her up against the bed and the same time, we tried to anxiously peel our clothes off our body, eager to feel each other’s skin. I loved the smell of her perfume and whatever hair cream she had used for her hair extensions. I felt like eating the whole of her. I still couldn’t believe that she was the one actually in my arms. I had thought that I would never get to see again because she was lost to me forever. I quickly took off my shirt and tossed it away, not caring where it landed. What mattered to me now was the very person standing before me.

Her gown was easy to dispose of. She simply pulled her arms out of the thin straps then pushed it down her waist as we continued kissing. I bent down a bit and took it off her completely, till she was only left in her panties. She reached for my belt, quickly unbuckled and pulled it off then she zipped down my fly and began to push my pants down my legs. When she couldn’t bend to take it part my knee because she didn’t want to break the kiss, she simply used her leg, placed it on my pants and pushed it down to my ankle. I only briefly paused our kiss to completely take off my pants because the last thing I wanted was any restrictions. When that was out of the way, I guided her towards a wall and placed her back against it. At first, she was puzzled about why we had left the bed we were so close to. I knew that she was as eager as I was but I had wanted to make this memorable for her.

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Immediately her back touched the wall, I squatted before her, nudged her thighs apart, pulled the throng of her panties to the side and instantly buried my mouth on her cl!t. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and released a m0an as her hand grabbed my head, pulling me closer. I sucked her cl!t and her labia minora together, sometimes, stroking the middle of her with my tongue. I felt her twitch, squirm and pull my head tighter as I devoured her like I had never done before. Soon, it was as if I was not having enough of her as I wanted to I simply grabbed one of her legs, lifted it up and placed her foot on my shoulder and when I delved in again, this time, my tongue could reach her vagina. I could taste her sticky w€tness and it tasted so good. I licked everything up then stuck the end of my tongue into her vagina, probing around to taste more of her sweetness. She was m0aning, squirming, pulling at my head and begging me not to stop. I could spend eternity sucking her but I knew that there were other parts that need to be explored. I sucked hard on the area that contained her labia minora and I cl!t then slowly pulled my head back, pulling the elastic labia minora in my mouth which I later let go with a plop. Placing a final kiss there, I rose to meet her, running my hands up the side of her body, I unhooked her bra, took it off her and tossed it away.

I cupped one of her bre@sts and rubbed the hardened n!pole with my thumb and I saw her breathing deeply as she succvmbed even more to my touch. She slowly walked around me and I followed suit until she was standing in my position and me in hers. She pushed me against the wall and kissed the side of my neck. My d!ck twitched in my boxers, responding to her touch. She kissed down my collar bone then hovered her lips over one of my n!pole. I waited in anticipation and finally, I felt her flick the n!pole with a tongue. I shuddered and my n!pole shrunk into hardness at the warm feathery touch of her tongue. She sucked my n!pole gently and I found myself grabbing her head and pressing it against my chest. I wanted her to bite me there and as if she read my mind, she complied and nipped my n!pole with her teeth. I could feel precvm already leaking from the slit of my d!ck.

After sucking my n!pole from what felt like almost two minutes, she kissed down my belly and I felt her thumbs go into my waistband of my boxers. As she reached my navel, she began to pull my boxers down and my d!ck sprang out still connecting a thin web of precvm to my boxers which finally broke when Victoria suddenly swallowed the head into her mouth. I blinked and shuddered. The feeling was magnificent. She squatted on her toes before me and wrapped a have around my shaft as she began to suck it while my boxers simply dropped to my ankles. Victoria sucked and licked my d!ck, watching me watch her fascination while her free hand played with my balls which were gradually shrinking. She sucked me faster and deeper, slobbering on my d!ck which she sometimes deep-throated and that even added more pleasure to my sensitive cap.

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She pulled my d!ck out of her mouth and lifted it up then she gave the ridge underneath a long lick before she moved to my balls, at first she sucked each sac into her mouth, pulling it a bit and toying with it with her tongue and after doing that to the other sac, she suddenly sucked both at once into her mouth while her hand crawled up my body to play with one of my n!pole. The pleasure intensified as she began to twist and pull at my n!pole and at the same time, suck and stroke my d!ck. Slowly, I began to feel something build up in me and I knew that I was bound to cvm soon if I didn’t stop her.

Reluctantly, I placed my hands under her armpits and pulled her up to a standing position then I suddenly bent and scooped her into my arms and as I walked to the bed, we resumed kissing. I placed her on the centre of the bed and then straddled her in all fours. I kissed her forehead then said,

“I want to show you something?”

“What?” She asked, reaching for my d!ck and stroking it gently.

“Another way to get orgasm.” I told her, then instructed, “Push your tight together and clamped them shut.”

I saw the surprise and confusion register on her face but she obeyed. I knew that she had thought that I would penetrate her but I didn’t need to penetrate her to give her this orgasm. All I needed was her willingness and my hard d!ck. After she squeezed her thighs together, I wrapped a hand around my d!ck and gently lowered myself on her, then I made sure that I placed my d!ck against her cl!t. If my d!ck wasn’t hard enough, what I was about to do might not work. Because her thighs were closed, my d!ck had no chance of easily sliding off her cl!t and that was exactly how I wanted it. Now that I had secured my d!ck where I wanted it to be, I asked her to twist hee upper body to the side a bit so that one of her bre@st could come up towards my mouth.

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With this done, I took her n!pole into my mouth and began to fvck her cl!t. I made sure not to add too much pressure, just enough pressure to stimulate her cl!t would do the trick. I continued to fvck her cl!t lightly while I sucked her n!pole at the same time. I knew she was enjoying from the way she kept licking and sucking my earlobe. It didn’t take up to three minutes, she began to breathe hard as her orgasm began to build. I felt her dig her nails into my upper arms as the sensation in her body rose and fired several sparks of pleasure to different parts of her body. She began to breathe deeply and heavily and m0an out loud as the pleasure surged up her body. Her m0an became more of a scream now and she was holding me so tight age began to slowly thrash under me as the feeling consumed her. She was screaming her head out now as she lost control of her body to the pleasure and she twisted so hard and almost threw me off her body. I tore my lips from her n!pole and kissed her, swallowing her muffled m0an. She held me so tight and her body went taut for a moment as she climaxed, then slowly, the feeling began to die down and her body finally began to gradually relax but she was still panting and I knew that some of the feeling lingered.

I waited for a minute or so for her to recover before I nudged open her thighs and burrowed between them. I knew just that orgasm alone had satisfied her s£xually but there was more I need to introduce her body to. Taking my d!ck in my hand, I guided it towards her opening and discovered that her opening had clamped up a bit due to the orgasm she had just experienced. I managed to get the head of my d!ck in but she was still too tight and, although, I was eager to fill her up, I knew that it would take a while for her vagina muscles to relax and grant me free passage.

I began to just fvck her opening in a gentle way and just as I had expected, her w€tness flowed from the inside to reach me and with every thrust, I sunk deeper and deeper than before and soon, I was completely buried inside of her as she opened up to accommodate me. I began to thrust faster and deeper and soon, she was m0aning out loud. After a few thrusts, I grabbed a pillow, placed it under her lower back so that her pvssy was jutted up to me then grabbing her legs, I pushed them back against her chest till her knees were almost in line with her shoulders. Supporting my weight by placing my hands on her thighs which were now up against her body, I slid easily into her w€t opening and began to fvck her so hard. I could feel myself touching all the nooks and crannies of her vagina and it felt absolutely good. I fvcked her to the extent that I knew that I was rubbing against her center of gravity. Soon, I felt the walls of her vagina closing in around my d!ck from the inside as if trying to squeeze me up and I knew that she was building her first squirt already and the only way to get that was to pound her faster.

I pounded her faster and while she screamed her brains out, I pulled out with such force which was immediately followed by a stream of liquid from her urethra and it hit me on the stomach. I knew that if I had slowly pulled out or pulled out at the wrong time, she wouldn’t have squirted.

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“Jeez!” I saw her stare at my w€t at me in shock. “I’m sorry!” She said in embarrassment and disgust as her hands flew to cover her mouth. “I can’t believe that I just peed!”

“No, you didn’t. You just squirted. Rubbing your center of gravity builds the liquid up.” I explained to her and pulled her hand away as she tried to cover her face.

“I don’t care what that is.” She said. “Your bed is a mess and it’s embarrassing.”

“Well, I’m only just starting.” I lifted her legs again and slid into her. The squirt had washed most of her glossy witness away but I didn’t mind. I repeated the same process again and pulled out with such force that her squirt went past me and hit the foot of the bed, while the rest pumped out of her soaked the pillow. She was panting now as her squirt gradually died to a trickle.

“Please don’t do that again…” She managed to say as she tried to catch her breath.

“Your wish.” I got off the bed, pulled her to the armless chair in the room. “Now my turn.” I said as I sat down and helped her straddled me. Holding the backrest of the chair for support, I m0aned as I watched her slowly sink down on my d!ck to the hilt. Soon, she began to slid up and down my shaft while I held her buttocks to support her. I could feel the vibration whenever her buttocks hit my thighs and her bre@sts bounced before my face. She did this for close to ten minutes and when I felt the pleasure increasing, I knew I was about to cvm. As my semen raced up my shaft to the slit of my d!ck, I buried myself deep inside her and held her there in a hug, groaning and twitching with my eyes closed as I shot jets after jets of semen deep into her. Her vagina walls clamped around my shaft as if milking me dry.

Episode 18b

When I had finally shot everything into her and the feeling began to dissipate, I leaned my head on her shoulders, panting. She slowly got off me and pulled me off the chair then led me to the the bathroom. This was the best s£x I had ever had and I couldn’t wait to have more. As we sank into the bathtub, I pulled her to my body so that she leaned her back against my chest and sat between my thighs. I washed her play with the lather which she had gathered on her hand and then I finally asked as I watched her fingers,

“Your ring, where is it?”

She hesitated before she answered. “Last time I checked, I threw it into the sink. Daniel must have found it.”

“So you finally decided to leave him, why?” I pressed.

I felt her tense up and she lowered her head before she murmured. “I don’t think I want to let anyone know what he did to me.”

I ran a knuckle down the back of her head to her name and said in a soft reassuring voice. “You know I won’t judge you.”

“I know, but all the same, it’s not a topic to be discussed.”


I paused for a second as I tried to decipher what she could probably be so uncomfortable about. “Wait, did he maim you? We just made love and there’s nothing wrong with your body, except a few scars here and there.”

She remained silent for a moment then sighed. “He raped me… anally.” I could feel her grow more tense as if bracing herself for my reaction.

“He did what?” I frowned in confusion.

“Well, he has always wanted it and I have always refused. He finally found an excuse to take it by force after I left you.” She said to me.

“But V, why did it take you this long to make up your mind? I have seen that man disrespect you in public and I’m sure he does worse to you in private, why didn’t you abandon ship?”

“My parents…” She said now, leaning the back of her head on my shoulder. “They drove me into this. They are supposed to stand up for me in ways that I couldn’t for myself but yet, according to them, Daniel could never do wrong in their sight. He was the perfect son in-law and their meal-ticket.”

“So you mean that your parents practically turned a blind eye to your plight for material and financial benefits?”

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“They told me marriage was for better or for worse…” She said now in a distant voice as she blankly stared up at nothing as if drifting into a personal flashback. “They said a woman was supposed to accept the condone whatever injustice metted to her by her husband. They said a good woman never abandoned her home, not even for domestic abuse. They told me that a good woman would was the pillar of the house and while her husband went astray or became someone else, their duties were to get on their knees, pray fervently and fast till he came to his right senses. But when I asked them what the duty of a husband was, I was told that his sole God-given duty was to provide for the family and as long as he wasn’t shirking this responsibility, he was allowed to get away with anything including cheating. I was told there were temptations everywhere and men were prone to be victims of such temptations and as long as he didn’t marry a second wife, I could let him do whatever he wanted with other women out there, that, that was how it had always been since the time of our ancestors and that was how it was supposed to be. When I refused this notion, they told me that I was not a submissive wife and women like me tend to destroy my home faster.”

“What’s the worst thing he has ever done to you besides dumping you on the road, helpless and in the middle of nowhere?”

She hesitated as if trying to remember. “When he asked me to stand n@ked in the room so his younger brother could masturbate with my nudity and…” she trailed off, too ashamed to finish her words.

I held the edges of the tub tight so as to contain my growing anger. “Why would he do that?!” I was furious.

“He told me that I should have known that I was also getting married to his family, not him alone. He did this to me a week after our wedding. His brother had come to spend the weekend with us then he took tramadol, probably expecting a girl. Unfortunately, the girl failed to show up and he was in severe agony since his er£ction wouldn’t die down. They waited, hoping that the effect of the drug would wear off but after four hours of severe pain and no relief from his er£ction, my brother-in-law began to howl in pain, rolling on his bed with his hand on the d!ck. They contemplated on going out to get a prostitute but he complained that he couldn’t wait for that long.

Just then, my husband glanced at me and then told me to remove clothes. I suggest pornography but he said that would not stimulate him quickly the way a live person would. He ordered me again to take off my clothes and said that if anything happened to his brother, he would deal severely with me. I stood my ground and still refused, but when I tried to run out after he kept persisting, he grabbed me and tore my clothes off. Then giving his brother a jar of Vaseline and told me to stand in front of him. As his brother began to masturbate, I tried to cover my n@kedness with my arms but my husband removed them. He claimed that I should be glad that his brother was not touching but watching me instead.

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The brother wanked for almost twenty minutes but when he realized that he felt no sign of ejaculating, he told my husband that I would have to do more than just stand there and watch him. When my husband asked him what he wanted, he told my husband that he would release faster if I sucked him off. By this time, I was already trembling and sobbing, hoping that my husband would refuse such an outrageous request but my husband ordered me to get on the bed and suck his brother. When I refused, he simply walked out of the room and locked the door. His desperate brother who was anxious to get a relief from his agony suddenly grabbed me, forced me on my knees, grabbed my head and forced his d!ck into my mouth. I thought of biting and inflicting serious injuries on him but the fear of what my husband would do to me, restrained me. After forcing me to suck him for like fifteen minutes, he still felt no relief then I could see how frustrated and agitated he was.

Then he pulled closer to the door and called out to his brother in a quiet way. After trying three times and getting no reply and he was sure that his brother was not at the other side of the door, he suddenly attacked me and forced me on the bed. I screamed, fought, cried and begged but his desire for s£xual relief was greater than his sense of reasoning and since I was already n@ked, it didn’t take him much effort to pry my thighs open. He raped me. He had s£x with me for over forty five minutes and when he reached his climax, he simply pulled out ejaculated all over me in a demeaning manner. My hair, my face, my belly, my stomach, everywhere his semen could land, he let it fly with glee.

Till today, you are the only one I have told. I never told Daniel. I don’t know if he knew but decided to stay quiet. Ever since his brother raped me, he lost respect for me. He treated me like crap, talked to me in any manner and treated me almost the same way Daniel treated me. She began to sob again and my heart went out to her. I could feel her pain and sorrow. Her body shook as she sobbed and I embraced her and consoled her without saying a word. I had a lot on my mind now but I didn’t want her to know what I was thinking about but I was already plotting ways on how to avenge her. Ways to make Daniel and his brother pay for everything they had ever done to Victoria.

PAPA VICTORIA’S POV

I was sitting outside in the varendah with my wife, happily eating garden egg and usoji while my wife was eating roasted corn and cooked pear. We were enjoying ourselves on this Saturday afternoon and passers-by would stop to exchange pleasantries with us before going on their way.

“Emma!” My wife called out. “Emma! Bring your father and I some cold minerals from the fridge so that we can wash this food down properly.”

I laughed. “Mama Adanna, you and enjoyment! Enjoyment will not kill you o.” I teased my wife.

“Bia, papa Adanna, please leave me to enjoy my enjoyment. If it’s going to kill me, I don’t mind, let me die! Besides, it’s my son-in-law’s money, it’s my right. Let me enjoy it. Do you think it’s easy to give birth to beautiful daughters?”

I laughed. “Just don’t finish the fifty thousand he gave you o. Remember that I need twenty thousand to go and drink peppersoup in Big Mama’s shop o.”

She gave me a disgruntled look. “Twenty thousand naira for eighty pots of pepper soup or what? Baba Adanna!” She pointed a finger at me and squinted suspiciously at me. “I’m beginning to suspect you and this woman o! There’s no day that you won’t go there! What exactly is between you and this woman, ehn? What exactly?”

I chuckled as I bit a garden egg. “Ahan! Your blood is too hot! Nothing is going on between Big Mama and I. I only go to her shop for the peppersoup!”

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“It had better be the peppersoup o!” She shook a finger at me. “It had better be! The day that I will find out that you are big Mama are playing away match, I will visit Ezedibia and…” She suddenly slammed right palm against her left fisted hand for emphasis. “… I’ll make sure you gum there! You’ll gum there and the whole street will know what you have been doing!”

“Eh?!” My eyes grew round. “Eliza, if that’s a joke, stop it o.” I shook a finger at her. “You’ll gum me where? Don’t try it o! Don’t try it at all at all!”

“Oh! So you want to cheat on me, okwia? You want to another woman’s perere?”

“I thought you told our daughter that marriage is for better and for worse and that men are allowed to cheat!”

“Taaaa!” She shouted. “That rule is only applicable to the rich! Papa Adanna, are you rich? Answer me, are you rich? When your mates were making money, you were busy chasing small village girls and putting on masquerade costumes to dance around the village!”

“Then why did you marry me?! Ehn? Why? Did I force you to marry me?!” I snapped.

She simply flinched her mouth to me turned away and placed her jaw on her hand as she continued eating her corn. Just then, a small can and a police van pulled into the compound and confused and surprised, we rose, wondering what was going on when Daniel appeared from the car with a neck brace and several stitches on his face and arms. He didn’t look happy as he stormed towards us with some police men.


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episode 19

UJU’S POV

I dealt severely with him for a month before I finally laced his food with the charm antidote, releasing him from my clutches but not after I had coerced him into sign a cheque of six million naira which I had cashed out before setting him free. He had learnt his lesson and I hoped that he would change for good. I left him soon enough to continue with my life. I went back to Chris to report but I never told him how I did it, I didn’t need to reveal the fetish part of myself to him, neither did I tell him that I had taken six million from Daniel. I had played my role and that was what mattered.

A week later, I moved out of Chris’ house because I learnt that he had finally proposed to Victoria and she had accepted to marry him. In order to give them their space, I had packed up my things and had left and moved in with a boyfriend of mine. Although, this was not how I had hoped things would be but since Chris didn’t want me and destiny had another course for me, I had no choice but to obliged. Chris kept to his promise of sponsoring my education and I was glad that I could finally finish my education. I set up a shop for myself with the six million naira that I had taken from Daniel and began to live my life just fine.

VICTORIA’S POV

Well, I was surprised when Chris had proposed to me. I found myself screaming yes several times just the way I had imagined that I would want to react when a man whom I loved and also felt the same for me finally popped the big question. His plan was to relocate to the U.S. with me and start a new family after our wedding but when he mentioned going to see my parents, the joy in me slowly desipitated. I wasn’t ready to meet them after all they had done to me, at least not yet. After much talking, pleading and compelling, I finally decided to take him to my parents whom I hadn’t seen for months. We picked a Saturday afternoon and when we drove into my parents’ compound, we found my mum at the side of the house, watering her ugu (vegetable) which had a very large seed at the center of the mass of leaves.

In confusion, she turned to look at us, wondering whom the owner of the car was. When I stepped out of the car and her eyes settled on me. Her mouth dropped open and the bowl of water fell from her hand as she gaped at me in disbelief.

“Mama…” I called, a little feebly. I felt so guilty seeing how she had lost some weight and I knew that Daniel had severed all ties with them.

“Adanna…” She uttered. “Is that you?” She gave me a look, as if unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her.


“It’s me, Mama.” I said.

She carefully came towards me then felt around my body and face in awe. “Adanna, is this really you?!”

“Mama, I’m the one.” I yet again answered and she suddenly wailed, throwing her hands up to the sky. She began to sob and thank God as she sank down to her knees, rubbing her palms together at intervals as she spewed thanks to God for my return. Tears streamed down her face and I felt so much empathy towards her. This woman might have made a lot of bad decisions concerning my life, but she was still my mother. When she had given enough thanks, she rose to her feet and ushered us to sit on the bench in front of the house.

My brother who was just walking into the compound, slowed down when he saw the car but when his eyes settled on us, he immediately smiled and broke into a run to meet me. He was so happy to see me that I rose to receive his tight hug. When we finally separated, I asked my mother, “Mama, where’s papa?”

“He went to play lotto. He has been gambling ever since Daniel left us, hoping that he would win a big sum of money. Bia,” she beckoned to my brother. “Drop that keg of kerosene on the ground and go and call your father!”

My brother eagerly obeyed and hurried off to fetch my father when I noticed that I hadn’t seen my sister, I asked, “Mama, is Linda not at home?”

My mother heaved a sigh and said forlornly. “We haven’t seen your sister for the past seven months now ever since she ran away from Daniel’s house.”

I gave a confused frown. “Daniel’s house? Why was she at Daniel’s house, Mama?”

My mother sighed again and lowered her head in what I perceived to be shame and regret. Soon, she began to cry again, unable to tell me why my sister had been at my ex husband’s house in the first place. My father arrived and was surprised to see me. I rose to greet him and he welcome me better than I had expected. He asked us all to go in and there, my parents apologized to me about everything they had caused and how they had turned a blind eye to my plight. When I finally Introduced Chris to them as my fiance, they were glad, especially my mother. She quickly went to the kitchen to prepare some food for us. While my father discussed with Chris, I drew my brother aside and asked him to tell me what had happened to Linda. He narrated the whole ordeal to me and told me that he was actually communicating with Linda and that she was only hiding out in school, scared of my parents’ wrath and also scared of being arrested by Daniel and I put it to myself to give her a call and assured her to come back home.

Anyway, as the months flew by, Chris and I made preparations for our wedding. I moved my parents out of the old house and bought them a new one where they could live comfortably and have their personal cars for their own use. Chris and I eventually got married eight months later. We relocated to the U.S. almost immediately to continue our honeymoon. Finally, I knew how it felt to be in a happy marriage was and I looked forward to seeing my husband everyday after work unlike Daniel whose return for work I always dreaded. I enjoyed my s£x life and Chris never asked me to do anything out of the ordinary. I had my orgasms anytime we had s£x and the thought of it always made me anticipate our next s£x. I was happy, I earned my own money, my husband was great and finally, I got pregnant just a few months after our wedding. I wouldn’t have asked for more.