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Re: The Godmother (18+) by Kaycee9242(m): 11:20am On Mar 13
dis kind punishment no make sense ooooo!! make d goddess kukuma kill me na. op u too much

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by SeyiDominion: 5:13am On Mar 14
For the next six days, Tope was able to maintain his abstinence, though with great difficulty. He had cut off his links with his regular gals, including Lagos-based Linda. His greatest challenger was his wife.

‘It’s a week now that you have been keeping to yourself,’ she said. ‘Maybe you’re tired of me and you want me to go.’

‘No, no, Rita. I can’t be tired of you, dear. Don’t talk like that.’

‘So, why’re you treating me like an abandoned rag? Why?’

‘You’re not a rag, and you’ll never be. This thing is just for a little while. It will soon be over.’

‘It’s only a week out of three months. It’s still a long way to go.’

His mind was swirling with ideas. ‘Can I suggest something?’

She looked at him suspiciously. ‘What?’

‘You can get yourself intimacy gadgets. Get yourself the best of them. I’ll give you the money for that.’

‘I’m married, for God’s sake! Why should I seek desire from toys, when my husband should be there for me?’

‘But, it’s just for a while.’

‘No, I won’t take that. I don’t want it!’

He became exasperated. Just then his phone rang. It was Iye on the line.

‘Good evening, sister,’ he greeted. That was the normal way he addressed Iye any time she called and his wife was around.

‘Good evening. I can see that you’ve kept to my words in the last one week.’

He nodded. ‘Yes, sister.’

‘I can also see that your wife is seriously becoming uncomfortable with your abstinence.’

‘That is very true. That is very true.’

‘Let me sound this warning to you: never in your life must you sleep with any other woman than your wife again.’

He nodded. ‘That is taken, sister.’

‘I’m very serious, mind you.’

‘Of course, I know.’

‘Remember to treat your wife with utmost respect.’

‘Yes, I will. No problem with that.’

‘Alright. For her sake, your abstinence is hereby lifted.’

‘Ah, that is wonderful. Thank you, my great sister.’

Rita had been studying him in puzzlement. She could see how his mood transformed from soberness to that of excitement.

‘And who was that you were speaking with?’ she asked as soon as he dropped his phone.

‘Oh, it’s my sister, now,’ he said, beaming in smile.

‘Which of your sisters?’

‘Ah, forget it. You don’t know her. She’s based in Yobe state.’

‘How come I don’t know her as she has never visited us?’

He shrugged. ‘Don’t worry, very soon, she’ll pay us a visit.’

She still looked at him critically. ‘Then, your mood has changed. What’s happening?’

He came to her and lifted her. ‘Why is my darling Rita full of questions today?’

‘Because your darling Rita is concerned about you.’

‘Thanks for your concern.’

He surprised her by kissing her. This was the same man that had virtually been avoiding close contacts with her in the last few days.

‘Has your “sister” lifted your abstinence?’ she asked.

He was surprised by her question. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Before you received the call, you were very sober. In the last few days, you did not touch me. All of a sudden, after receiving the call, you
came alive and hugged me. Is it not obvious that she was the one that changed your mood?’

‘I’m happy because she gives me good news’

Rita smiled. ‘What good news?’

‘Oh come on, Rita. Enough of your questioning. Let that one go.’

‘Is she the one you called the prophet?’

For many seconds, there was silence. Her questions were so striking and he wondered why.

‘Alright,’ he finally said. ‘She is the one.’

She nodded. ‘Who is she to you? Don’t tell me that “sister stuff” because it’s not true.’

He sighed and went to sit on the sofa. Just how much could he reveal to her? He thought fast. He must be very wise.

‘Well, all I can say is that she’s like a prophetess, and she’s more like my spiritual consultant.’

His wife came to sit by his side, finding the whole scenario interesting.

‘She told me to observe abstinence for some days for spiritual strength. She guides me a lot on spiritual matters.’ He looked at her. ‘It’s okay
Rita, there’s nothing bad in seeking protection.’


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Re: The Godmother (18+) by SeyiDominion: 6:37pm On Mar 15
His wife came to sit by his side, finding the whole scenario interesting.

‘She told me to observe abstinence for some days for spiritual strength. She guides me a lot on spiritual matters.’ He looked at her. ‘It’s okay

Rita, there’s nothing bad in seeking protection.’

She nodded, but somehow, she still felt something was wrong somewhere.

The next day in the office, Helen could sense that happiness was in the air as her boss now seemed to be relaxed and friendly. But she noticed that he would still not physically touch her. Based on Iye’s warning that he must never be unfaithful to his wife again, he had decided to ‘adore fidelity.’ That meant it was final bye-bye to all his call girls. Minutes after noon, Zaynab gave him a call.

‘There’s something I want to tell you,’ she said. ‘Can we meet in the guest house where we used to meet?’

‘Hope no problem?’ he asked.

‘No. it’s something that will interest you.’

‘Okay. What time?’

‘Let’s meet by six o’clock.’

‘Okay. I’ll be there.’

He stayed in the office till five, so that the driver would take him to the guest house. Zay was already there, but instead of meeting in the lobby, she asked that he should come to her room.

She opened the door for him and he was surprised to see her clad only in a t-shirt and a bum short.

‘I thought we were having a meeting,’ he said curiously.

‘Of course, this is a meeting.’ She pointed a seat for him.

He sat down expectantly.

‘What drinks do I serve you?’

He shook his head. ‘I don’t need any drinks right now.’

‘Alright, since you want me to go straight to the point, I’ll do so. I want to start by mentioning a regret I have.’

‘Regret? What regret is that?’

‘I regret marrying the senator.’

His brows went up. ‘Why the regret?’

‘Good question.’ She warmed up to her story. ‘I realized that the man is very weak in bed. He is a two-minute man. He is so drab and un-
inspiring. Even at that, sometimes, for two weeks, this man will not even look at my side. Honestly, I’m getting fed up.’

He looked blank. What did she want him to do about these very personal problems?

‘Wait a minute, is that what you wanted to discuss with me?’

‘Yes. I want us to reason and find a solution to it.’

He opened his mouth in shock. ‘Your posturing is confounding, Madam Zaynab. How can I be of help in a situation like this?’

‘Very good question.’ She moved closer to him. ‘I remember you as a great lover who took me to a greater height in passionate satisfaction.

Her hand went to his jacket. ‘I want us to be back together, Tope. You’re such a great lover.’

He stood up and moved away from her. ‘You must be kidding. What we did was before you married. Now, you’re a married woman. We can’t do that again.’

‘It doesn’t matter. Once we’re discreet about it, it doesn’t matter at all.’

He shook his head. ‘I’m sorry, I can’t. I can’t do such a thing anymore.’

She was surprised to hear that. ‘Hey Tope, this is your Zaynab. Your Zay.’

‘Things have changed,’ he said. ‘I don’t do that kind of thing again. If there’s nothing else to discuss, I’ll like to take my leave now. Thanks for
remembering me, but no thanks.’

With that, he left the room and the guest house, to her shock. Was this not Tope Davies, the one who jumped at her offer with so much zeal?

On his way home, Iye called him.

‘Promotion will soon come your way,’ she said.

‘Thank you, Iye. Thank you very much. May you live long.’

‘Keep up your devotion.’

‘Thank you.’

Just as she said, a week later, the Sectary to the Central Government (SCG) informed his that his name would soon be announced and
forwarded to the national assembly as Minister of State to replace a resigned holder.

Rita was overjoyed to hear the announcement. She hugged him lovingly.

‘My darling, the Honorable Minister,’ she said, laughing.

‘That’s me.’

He was indeed amazed by the growing influence, power and authority that he had. In the last two and half years, he had risen from a Program Officer in the NGO run by the First Lady to become Senior Special Assistant and now he would become a junior Minister! Everything had been so meteoric! It was an amazing phenomenon of life. His mind went to Iye. She was his pillar and his strength. In fact, she meant everything to him. He must strive never to do anything that would hurt her again.


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Re: The Godmother (18+) by Kaycee9242(m): 7:19pm On Mar 15
nice update op
Re: The Godmother (18+) by Fazemood(m): 11:47pm On Mar 15
Hmm, I need this prosperity in my life now o. But not from iye
Re: The Godmother (18+) by Ann2012(f): 12:51am On Mar 16
Well done OP

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by SeyiDominion: 6:53am On Mar 16
Just as she said, a week later, the Sectary to the Central Government (SCG) informed his that his name would soon be announced and forwarded to the national assembly as Minister of State to replace a resigned holder.

Rita was overjoyed to hear the announcement. She hugged him lovingly.

‘My darling, the Honorable Minister,’ she said, laughing.

‘That’s me.’

He was indeed amazed by the growing influence, power and authority that he had. In the last two and half years, he had risen from a Program Officer in the NGO run by the First Lady to become Senior Special Assistant and now he would become a junior Minister! Everything had been so meteoric! It was an amazing phenomenon of life. His mind went to Iye. She was his pillar and his strength. In fact, she meant everything to him. He must strive never to do anything that would hurt her again.

‘Let’s go and do thanksgiving in the church,’ Rita told her husband.

‘I don’t think there would be need for that,’ he answered.

That was another thing she found odd about him. He never agreed to such a suggestion. Most times, he would not follow her to the church.

‘Even if a woman is helping you spiritually, you can still go to the church and give God the glory. He is king of all kings,’ she argued.

‘I already thank God. Must I enter a church before I thank God?’

He was screened and cleared by security agencies and the national assembly. Without any ado, he became the Minister of State for Mass Media.

He received congratulatory messages from far and wide. Success has many friends. His former colleagues in the media, his publisher, friends and associates all felicitated with him. Even Linda, his erstwhile Lagos babe, called to congratulate him.

He had become a public figure. And he was a model to other young people. At thirty-eight, it was no mean feat to be a Minister, even a Minister of State. The Ministry he was over-seeing was the one dealing directly with the publics – the media houses, media hounds and the general public. He tried to carry out his duties to the best of his ability and not try to overshadow the senior Minister who had given him more roles to play.

He also had direct access to the President now. He realized that power was sweet and desirable. He could understand why many were jostling for power and why some would see it as do-or-die affair. Being on the seat of power especially in a country like Nigeria gave you access to state power, apparatuses and resources. He tried to be as diligent as possible.

Zaynab came around to pay him a visit.

‘Congrats, Mr. Tope Davies on your appointment,’ she said in smiles.

‘Thank you, Madam Zaynab.’

She sat in his office. ‘You must be very lucky. You’ve moved up the political ladder so fast.’

‘Yes, I’m indeed luck. I must thank providence.’

‘Ah, we thank God.’

There was a brief silence.

‘And now that you’ve moved up here, you want to forget your Zaynab.’

He shook his head. ‘That’s not true. You know I can never forget you. It was wonderful working with you and other people at the NGO.’

She made a face. ‘Is that all you can remember me for? Is that all that Zay meant to you?’

He shook his head. ‘Oh, come on, madam, I can’t forget the fact that you were also a good friend.’

That appeared to please her a bit. ‘I’m divorcing the senator,’ she blurted out.

He was surprised. ‘Why would you do that?’

‘It’s a listless relationship. Once again, I made mistake of jumping to marriage. At forty-three, I should be wiser. Well,’ – she shrugged – ‘it’s
not too late. There’s no point in continuing an unhappy affair. I’ve told him I’m opting out. I want the exuberant and happy Zaynab back.’

He appeared briefly thoughtful and then shrugged. ‘Well, I wish you the best of luck.’

He knew she was trying to rekindle his interest, but sorry, he would no tread on that path again. He was cool in his responses. After that day, Zay was back in his office three months later.

‘You keep on snubbing me,’ she said.

‘That’s not true. I won’t do that. It’s just that I’ve been very busy.’

‘So busy you cannot even spare few minutes to call an old friend?’

He smiled. ‘You’re quite right. I’m sorry about that.’ He studied he well and it looked like she had done a face lift. She looked a bit prettier and younger now.

‘Can’t I have some private moments with you just to chat?’ she said in a very soft tone. He appeared to think over it. If he was very careful, maybe it was not a bad thing.

‘If it’s just to chat, that shouldn’t be a problem.’

Her smile became very warm. ‘I’ve left the senator’s house. I can come around on Friday by four. Then I’ll take you to my new residence. What about that?’

He smiled too. ‘That should not be a problem.’

‘Good. On Friday, I’ll be round. I’ll take you to my new residence and we can just talk privately.’

He nodded. ‘That should be alright.’

That Friday, Zay was around as she had said. He dismissed his retinue of security men, leaving only an official car, a driver and his police
orderly. His car followed Zay’s car as she led him to her house at Wuse District. It was a white duplex that looked exquisite. He followed her inside to the sitting-room while the driver and the orderly waited outside.

‘This is my new place,’ she announced proudly.

‘You rented this whole place?’ he asked.

‘No. I bought it.’

He nodded to himself. Surely, Zaynab too was highly connected.

He sat in her expansive sitting-room while she excused herself. He took the time to look around the sitting-room and it was easy to see that Zaynab would not stop being an aesthete. Some few minutes later, she was back, wearing a camisole on bum short.

‘Your children,’ he said, ‘are they around?’

‘No, they’ve gone back to school. They’re boarders.’

He nodded. ‘A nice place you have here.’

She smiled. ‘Thank you.’

She went to the in-built bar and brought a bottle of red wine and two glasses. She poured the drinks in glasses and handed him one. Then, she sat close to him and crossed her legs. He wanted to avoid looking at those luscious legs, but he could not.

‘I’m honored to have you in my house,’ she said.

‘The honor is mine.’

They sipped their drinks. ‘There’re certain things I’ve learnt,’ she went on.

‘Like what?’

‘Like the fact that love is not always as simple as we want it to be.’

He nodded. ‘Hmn.’

‘I’ve also learn that you should do what you like, not what you think others expect you to do.’

He nodded without saying a word.

‘There’s also a discovery I’ve made.’

His brows went up. ‘What discovery?’


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Re: The Godmother (18+) by lukfame(m): 7:53am On Mar 16
Thanks for the update. You have been doing well sir.

More ink to your pen

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by Kaycee9242(m): 11:41am On Mar 16
nice work op

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by Remite011(m): 3:13pm On Mar 17
what again did u discover?




thanks for d update

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by SeyiDominion: 4:18pm On Mar 17
He nodded without saying a word.

‘There’s also a discovery I’ve made.’

His brows went up. ‘What discovery?’

She took her time before she answered him. ‘I’ve discovered that I feel relaxed and at ease whenever I chat with you.’

He smiled briefly. ‘Is that so?’

‘Yes.’ She stared into his eyes. ‘I miss you, Tope. I miss you the way I’ve never missed a man before.’

He sighed and was thoughtful. This could be dangerous. ‘Zay, I think there are numerous other men who are better, more politically connected
and richer than me. Let’s remove sentiments.’

‘I’m not talking about wealth or power here. I’m talking about feelings. I’m talking about friendship and companionship.’

‘Tope is married. He should be devoted to his wife,’ he pointed out.

‘Yes, yet I have feelings too and I have the right to express myself.’

She moved closer to him and placed her right hand on his lap. He did not remove it nor move away from her. He only pretended he didn’t see what she did.

‘Let’s be good friends. Very good friends,’ she offered.

He wanted her. By Jove, he did. But what about Iye’s warning?

She rubbed the hands on his thigh. Maybe, he should be discreet. Maybe, he would plead with Iye to overlook his lasciviousness. It was funny
he was not really thinking of trying not to cheat on Rita. Rather, he was concerned about how Iye would feel and react.

‘The short time we were together was the sweetest of my life,’ she said. ‘Of what use is this big house if I own it but I live in unhappiness?’

Slowly, her hand crawled on his thigh to where the zip of his trousers was. It then lingered there.

Be a man, his mind said. Be a man.

‘What makes you think I can give you the happiness you crave for?’

She smiled. ‘Because you have done so before, although briefly. I cherished the moments we used to have together, Tope.’

He studied her face and features more. Apart from the fact that the face was prettier and younger, she had shed weight a bit. Then he could see that her boobs appeared firm although she was braless. She must have done some breast-firming uplift job there.

‘I know what you’re thinking about,’ she said, smiling.

‘What’s that?’

‘You were wondering about my boobs. Yes, I did some uplift work on them. I did them for you.’

He shook his head. ‘That can’t be true.’

She held his left hand. ‘It’s true. When I went to do the work, I was thinking about you.’

He stared at her chest again. The boobs seemed very firm. Whoever did the work did a very good one.

‘Why don’t you feel them?’ she told him.

‘Hmn?’

She smiled again. ‘Go ahead and feel them. They’re for you.’

He hesitated briefly. There was no way he would touch those things and the action would not lead to something else. What about Iye’s warning?

What about what Iye had said about fidelity?

It was funny that he was not even thinking about not hurting Rita his wife. Rita was certainly playing a minor role as what he was concerned about was not offending Iye. But what about if he was discreet about it? Even if Iye got to know, he could always plead with her that he was pushed into it. Zay was looking at him in that daring way. The ball was in his court.

His right hand went up to the boobs. He rubbed them very gently, as if he was handling something so fragile. Zay closed her eyes. After a couple of minutes, he stopped.

With a knowing smile on her face, she stood up and held his left hand.

‘Let’s go to where you can do it very well,’ she muttered.

He followed her to the stair case and to her big bedroom. She closed the door behind them. His hands went to the boobs again. He removed the camisole and stared at the breasts. It was amazing. They looked jaunty now. He ran his tongue over the nipples. She must be starving for it, for she unbuttoned his shirt in a haste-like manner. It was like a prompt. He quickly removed his trousers and other wears

The boobs were his center of attraction, as if he had never touched them before. She allowed him some minutes to suck them, but she wanted more than that. She lay on the bed and he collapsed on her. His dick was fully erect, and so was her honey pot. She spread her legs wide for him and the penetration was easy. Zay wiggled her butty and waist to respond to his stimuli. In the next two hours, they had three passionate rounds. He was exhausted by the time it was over.


In Rita’s shop, the sales girl was rounding off her sales records for the day. It was just few minutes to six o ‘clock. It had been a prosperous day as sales boomed. Surely, her madam would be impressed with the day’s proceeds. She counted the whole money and handed it to her with the ledger book. In the small space she had a desk and a swivel chair, and which served as her office, Rita was glad about the sales. She counted the money to be sure it was correct.

‘Alright, Amina. Good night.

‘Good night, ma’am.’ Amina left the shop. Rita would have been very happy but a matter had been nagging at her mind since morning. It
concerned her husband although she had not discussed it with him. She had a dream last night, a terrible dream. In it, her husband was put in a coffin and was about to be buried. It was a very bad dream and she intended to tell him tonight unfailingly.

She hardly took cognizance of her dream. But this one looked different. Apart from the fact that it foretold evil, the way she had been thinking about it since morning meant there was more to it. No, this one was not just like the other dream that she would discard. This one was ominous.

She put the proceeds in her Gucci handbag and decided to go home too. She drove the car herself as she had told him she would not need a driver. Close to their residence was the day care center where she normally put her daughter. She drove to the place to pick her and they were soon at home.

Later that night, after she and her husband retired to bed, she discussed the big issue.

‘Honey, there’s the issue I wanted us to discuss,’ she started.

He was already in his pajamas and lying on the bed. The ‘exercises’ he had done with Zaynab had drained him and he only wished he could have a good sleep.

‘What matter is that?’

‘Hmn, it was a most terrible dream. Even relaying it is a burden.’

‘What dream?’ he asked.

‘Eh, I dreamt that I saw your enemy in a wooden box that looked like a coffin.’

‘My enemy? Well, that’s a good dream. You should be glad about that.’

She was confounded. ‘Oh, dear, when I said your enemy, don’t you think I was actually referring to you?’

‘But you said my enemy, now.’

‘I mean you.’

He shook his head. ‘Is that why you looked bothered? Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen to me.’ He turned on his side and closed his eyes.

‘Is that all you will say to it? Aren’t you going to do something about it?’

‘Something like what?’

‘Don’t you know that your enemies will be up in arms against you? Look at your ever-rising profile. This is enemies at work and they must be fought spiritually.’

‘Alright. I agree with you. Tomorrow morning, I’ll tell my spiritual guardian about it.’

With that, he closed his eyes and soon slept off. Rita remained confounded. Why was he so nonchalant about it? This was a very serious issue, but look at the way he had responded! Anyway, he said he would see his spiritual guardian. Good. On her part, Rita too decided she would
make moves.

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by Fazemood(m): 11:32pm On Mar 17
This story doesn't seem like a mere fiction anymore. Could this be a true story?
Re: The Godmother (18+) by FairCritic(m): 6:16pm On Mar 19
Fazemood:
This story doesn't seem like a mere fiction anymore. Could this be a true story?


Some fiction look very true, while some real life situations look stranger than fiction.
Re: The Godmother (18+) by Ann2012(f): 6:34pm On Mar 19
Tope will never learn

Thanks for the update

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by ladidacanon(m): 8:20pm On Mar 19
ya story is a good man i enjoy every episode of it....more greese to ya pen and pls dont kip us waiting

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by vivienD: 11:29pm On Mar 19
Thanks for the update, please try to update often cry

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Re: The Godmother (18+) by SeyiDominion: 7:32pm On Mar 20
With that, he closed his eyes and soon slept off. Rita remained confounded. Why was he so nonchalant about it? This was a very serious issue, but look at the way he had responded! Anyway, he said he would see his spiritual guardian. Good. On her part, Rita too decided she would make moves.

The following morning was a Saturday. Rita dressed herself and her daughter up and they left the house. She had decided to see the pastor of the Pentecostal church she attended was just a building behind the parish, and all were in the neighborhood. Holding the hand of her daughter, he pressed the bell of the house. The house maid soon came out to meet her.

‘I’ll like to see the pastor. Please.’

The gate was promptly opened. She was ushered into the sitting-room where she waited. The man of God soon came down. Rita was a prominent member of the church and must not be kept waiting.

They exchanged greetings and she told him the reason why she had come. The pastor rose to his feet.

‘There is nothing prayers cannot do,’ he said. ‘I believe that with prayers, mountains can be overcome. Let us pray.’

Rita knelt down while the pastor prayed. After the short prayer session, he sat down again.

‘Hmn, madam,’ he said. ‘You really need to pray to avert some kind of evil that is lurking around. You will need to fast and pray for him. Is there a way I can see him? Can he come to the church?’

Rita took in a deep breath. ‘That is the problem. He doesn’t attend church service. But I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him the pastor will like to see him.’

‘Good. That will be fine. God will be your strength and He will protect your family.’

‘Amen. Thank you, pastor.’ She rose to her feet and brought out a white envelope from her handbag. She had already packed a lump sum of
money there.

‘This is a token of appreciation for you, sir. May the Lord continue to renew your strength.’

‘Thank you, sister. God be with you.’



Tope continued to laze on the bed, since it was Saturday morning. He was partially asleep and partially awake. His mind briefly went to what his wife said about a dream. He instantly dismissed it as a worthless dream. He was still lazing on the bed when Zay called his number.

‘Hello, love. How’s your weekend?’

‘I’m just waking up. Good morning.’

‘Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you up.’

‘No. How’re you?’

‘Fine. I miss you.’

‘It was just yesterday we were together,’ he pointed out.

‘I know, but I’m missing you already.’

He laughed shortly. ‘We’ll arrange for more meetings,’ he said.

‘Yes o. I can’t wait to be in your arms again.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll think of something by Monday morning.’

‘You mean I have to wait till Monday? Gosh, that is quite far away.’

‘Well, except later this afternoon. That means I will shelve my going to the club.’

‘Of course, do so. Am I not more important than your club?’

‘Alright. Where do we meet?’

‘My home is a good place. I’ll be expecting you by three o’clock.’

‘Okay. See you then.’

‘I’ll be expecting you, honey.’

He grinned to himself as the conversation ended. So Zay really enjoyed the act! Indeed, it was a terrific experience. She had performed beyond
his expectation and he certainly looked forward to more of such exhilarating experience.

When it was two o’clock, he wore a brand new designer t-shirt and jeans trousers. He complimented the dressing with designers’ watch, shoes and perfume. As a man of high taste, all his wears are now designers’ makes. He had dismissed the driver for tat day. On a day like this, he would drive himself while his police orderly would sit on the front seat by his side.

He drove to Zay’s residence. as usual, the orderly would wait outside in the car. He would however ensure that he was served some refreshments. Zay was expecting him. She smiled as she gave him a short kiss. She was in a skimpy top and a bum short. He felt she looked attractive.

‘Let’s have lunch,’ she invited. He followed her to the dining room, where the table was already set. The local and intercontinental dishes were sumptuous. Standing by was Ceecee, the domestic help.

Are you expecting other guests?’ he exclaimed when he saw the array of food.

‘You alone are more than other guests,’ she said, smiling.

‘Wow, this is exotic.’

They sat at the table while Ceecee waited on them. They ate like lovers who cherished the best of food and wine. Indeed, he enjoyed the meal.

They took wine after that.


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Re: The Godmother (18+) by Kaycee9242(m): 8:23pm On Mar 20
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