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Steph was about twenty-three years old, and had spent the last six years basically in the U.S.A. How she had managed to remain a virgin was a mystery.

I parked the car some meters from their house.

'Thanks, Alex, and goodnight.'

'Good night, Steph.'

She gave me a peck and got down from the car.

I drove back home. Now alone, I realized I had behaved so foolishly. How could I allow myself to fall for Steph?

What if madam knew? What if Enny got to know? Had I not been warned not to allow love of the flesh to rule over my reasoning? Oh God, Oh God!

I got to my bedroom, feeling exhausted. I was supposed to be excited, wasn't I? I was supposed to feel fulfilled that I had got the heart of a daughter of the rich and powerful Da Rocha.

But I was not. Images of madam B and Enny alternated in my mind. The two of them accused me of betrayal. Enny was particularly bitter. In my mind, I pleaded and told her I would make amend.

An idea came to my mind.

Why not marry Enny as soon as possible? Why wait for many months? She should welcome the idea, shouldn't she? My mind went to Steph again. She was good, no doubt. But then, she would not be around for long as she would be going back to the States in some weeks' time.

I finally slept off. It was almost six thirty when I woke up. I had to rush to take my bath and to prepare for work.

On my way to work, Staph’s call came through.

'Hello, sweetheart,' she said. As soon as I heard her voice, all my self-recriminations disappeared.

'Hello,' I replied. 'How was your night?'

'Nice. It was nice.'

'How's mummy?'

'She's fine.'

'Good. I'm on my way to work.'

'I'll soon be joining you.'

'You mean you are coming today again - you mean to the office?' I asked.

'Yeah.'

I sighed. 'Alright, see you.'

So, she would be coming around again? Seeing her so close would not help my matter, if I really intended to stop playing games with her, I reasoned. Oh God, help.

I got to the office few minutes to eight, but surprisingly met Mandy there.

'Hello, Mandy. You're early today.'

'Yes. It happens like that once in a while.'

I went to my office and got down to work. Few minutes after I was there, Mandy opened the door.

'Can I come in or are you very busy?' she asked.

'Sure, you can.'

She came in and sat on one of the visitor's seats. It was then I noticed that the left side of her cheek was puffed.

'What happened to you there?' I asked.

She sighed. 'It was my man that hit me.'

'Your man? What happened?'

I could see sadness taking over her pretty face.

'We had an argument and this is the result.'

I shook my head in sympathy.

'Sorry about that.'

I, indeed felt sorry for her. I hate domestic violence or any form of abuse. I believe that no matter what a woman does, the man must never raise his hand up against the woman.

'Sorry,' I said again.

'Thank you.' She sighed again. 'I have a little challenge now.'

'What challenge?'

She stared at me briefly. 'I need a temporary accommodation. I want to move out of his house.'

I breathed in hard. 'Why don't you tell madam?'

Mandy shook her head. 'I don't want to bother her again. She has helped a lot in the past.'

I nodded. 'So how can I help you?'

'I don't know if I can temporarily stay with you.'

The alarm bell sounded in my head. No way, I didn't want additional trouble.



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At this time, I very much knew there was no need to deny it. I felt deflated. 'I ...I'm sorry, ma'am.'

'You're sorry? Did you say you're sorry? How could you say you're sorry? I thought you have moral principles.'

I got up from the chair and went on my knees. 'I'm sorry, ma'am,' I said. 'It will never happen again.'

There were seconds of silence. '

'You can get up,' she said.

'Thank you, ma'am.' I sat on the chair.

'Now, listen Alex, if this thing should repeat itself again, you're gone from working for me.'

I caught my breath and quickly looked at her.

'Yes, if you sleep with Steph again, it's bye-bye to working for me. Do you understand?'

'Yes, ma'am. It won't happen again ma.'

I would never forget that experience. It was a day of great embarrassment, all because I could not say no to passion.

But what I still didn't understand was why she told her daughter she was my sugar-mum. Of course, I dare not ask her.

A couple of hours later, I decided to call Steph. My phone rang on and on without response. She must still be mad at me that I deceived her.

How wrong she was on that!






Chapter Nine

It was three days later that Steph called my line. I had actually felt relieved that we had parted ways.

It would have been more of divine intervention, for I couldn't have found it easy by myself to cut her off. Although I didn't like the impression she had of me being a liar, I had decided to let the issue go.

So, now that she was calling, I felt I would use the opportunity to assert my innocence on that.

'We've got to talk,' she said tersely. 'Where can we meet?

I thought fast. 'There's an eatery close to Tipper garage bus stop.' I mentioned the name. 'Can we meet by five thirty, today?'

She thought briefly. 'Okay.'

The line went dead. No problem, we would talk when we met. I was at the eatery by quarter after five.

I ordered ice cream for myself and sat where I could see the entry/exit door. Not long after, she arrived the place. I waved at her and she came to my table.

'Hello, Steph,' I greeted.

'Hi.'

I motioned her to a seat. 'What can I get you, Steph?'

She shook her head. 'No, nothing. Thanks.'

She looked at me and I could sense some nervousness.

'I want to ask you some questions,' she began. 'I will appreciate very sincere answers.'

I nodded. 'No problem, Steph. I'll answer you sincerely.'

She cleared her throat. 'First, did you and mum ever have sex?'

'What?' I didn't expect the question to be close to this.

'What kind of question is that?'

'Alex, answer it.'

I took a deep breath in. 'No. Nothing like that. That's the gospel truth.'

She looked away briefly. Did she believe me this time around?

'So, what kind of game are the two of you playing?'

'Game?' I shook my head. 'I'm not playing any game with her.'

She looked away briefly again. 'This morning, she called me and explained that the 'sugar mummy' she meant had nothing to do with intercourse; that she saw you like her own. Why? Why is mummy taking you like that?

'She said I should take you like a brother. I don't really understand her. Why is she so attached to you?'

It was my turn to look away briefly.



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