Rosemary33:
Chapter 32
She dabbed her forehead with the back of her hand, balancing the tray that held the glass of wine she was supposed to deliver on the flatness of one palm. The tray wobbled, however, and the glass spilt little of its content but her pace didn’t slack. The strange lady that gave her access to this place, told her she could be thrown out if it was ever found out she didn’t belong there. She batted her eyelashes and continued.

Her eyes swept around the lounge in a flash and she suddenly felt small. Money. Power. Fame. She thought Port Harcourt was everything but this place was heaven, meant for an exclusive set of influential individuals.

Her eyes went back to the spot where the couple sat with some people. The man and his virile good look first caught her attention. Strong shoulders, he commanded a certain kind of power, a charisma that spelt ‘I have the world by the balls’ All eyes were on him, yet he would always stare at the beauty queen beside him while he spoke.

Her gaze went to the only lady amidst the men and felt a tightening around her middle. A sensation that went down her gut, she stopped midstride to catch her breath which was rattling up her raw, aching throat. She would have argued with anyone that would tell her the lady her eyes were set upon was her friend- the haggard, sick looking woman she once knew.

“Are you okay?” a lady’s voice snapped her out of her thought.
“Oh, yes” she lowered her gaze “I was a little carried away” she managed a nervous smile.

The lady followed her glance to the table at the far end of the lounge “I understand. Who wouldn’t be carried away looking at those two? Lovely couple, aren’t they?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. Avoiding the lady’s inquisitive stare.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

Holy f*ck! She thought the rich knew how to mind their businesses, what was this about? Sure, she didn’t look like she was going to drop dead the next minute. “I am fine, really.” She resumed her walking.

As if sensing her presence- her stench of poverty and wretchedness, Akwaugo lifted her head and stared directly at her. She saw her narrowed her gaze, then her eyes widened with her lips. Nwamaka let out the air that hung in her longs with a wheeze and waved with her free arm.

She felt that pang again as Akwaugo tilted her head forward and whispered something to the man, both turned to her direction, stared for a while and the man nodded, muttered something to Akwaugo who bit her lips, laughed, pushed her chair backwards and started walking towards her.

Her heart thumped.

“Nwamaka! How did you? When…”

“That’s not so important right now” she offered the glass of wine to her friend “This was the only way to get to you” her eyes darted side to side and fall on a waiter walking across. She beckoned “Hey, take this miserable thing off my hand” she blurted, ignoring the look the boy gave her before taking the tray.

“You don’t know what it took me to find you! I have gone through a lot” she pulled Akwaugo by the hand and hurried to the far end of the lounge.

“Nwamaka hold on” Akwaugo giggled

“We have to talk” she asserted

“Come on, it's my engagement party, can’t this wait after?”

Who cares about the miserable party? She wasn’t invited anyway so why would she give a f*ck? Only one thing brought her to this place and the sooner she got to it… “you didn’t invite me to your party”

“Your where nowhere to be found”

“As if you and your rich man would have cared to have me here if I was within reach!” she spat, pouted her lips and raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me about the person who ran off with no trace, leaving her kids and aged mother. Nobody seemed to know where to find you, I tried your number severally!”

Now she needed a drink, a strong one. But instead of a drink, she was lucky to catch an attendant with chops passing across. She grabbed a plate, shoved two spring rolls inside her mouth. Trying to swallow all at once threatened to burst her throat open, she grimaced, slapped her chest and cleared her throat.

“Come lets seat and talk”

“I will need more of those” She followed Akwaugo, “And a couple of drinks too”

“You will get whatever you want”

They arrived at their destination, a cosy leather booth directly facing the entrance of the lounge.

*
The instruction was to make her take the drink! But this Coon from the ghetto would rather stuff herself with food than carry out a simple task.

“What is so special about the drink that you want me to make her take it?” the lady had asked

“A special brew from my company. I want her to have a taste and recommend me to her husband and his friends” that was the best response at the moment and the lady had bought it.

Clearly out of view, Madonna had her gaze on the glass of wine on the table. Miss fine face was rimming the top of the glass with her index finger while listening to whatever gibberish the other lady was saying.

She scratched the corner of her eyes and eased herself off the wall, and went in search of Morgan. She’d see him strode towards the elevator not so long, in search of his prized jewel, she though.

With one quick glance towards the two ladies, she decided she would squeeze the life out of the greedy idiot if miss fine face ended up not taking that drink.

She found him at the reception, downstairs. Arms rested on the marble slabbed demarcation while he talked with the receptionists and giving them his killer smile. An overly attractive man who didn’t know just how good looking he was- a major turn on to her.

“Looking for little miss pretty?” she approached. He didn’t show sign of surprise when he turned towards her. Only looked her over and waited. “Can’t stay a minute without her by your side huh? Afraid she would be cornered by predators?” she thrust her hips to the right as she rested her arms on the demarcation, few inches away from him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked

“walking to and fro, like the devil…looking for whom to distract” she purred, drumming her nails on the surface. “You didn’t think it was necessary to give me an invite. But here I am, thanks to dad, the poor man wouldn’t go anywhere without his beloved daughter” she cooed.

“That’s nice.” He glanced at his wristwatch “I have to go now” he eased himself off and headed back to the elevator.

“I have something for you, big wolf.” She didn’t look at him

“It can wait, Madonna; I have to go back…”

“It’s about your little pretty woman”

He froze

“Something that might interest you.

*
He found her seated on the dimmed lit enclosed booth, alone, browsing through her phone. Her bare skin glistered with the light, with her curled hair moved to the other side of her shoulder, exposing her smooth slender neck. She was graceful- slightly
hunched over the table, her legs crossed, the slit of her gown fallen to the different sides of her leg, her bare skin like pale fine silk.

He sneaked up to her, gave her neck a gentle bite, allowing her alluring scent caressed his nostril. She jerked her head towards him, lustrous lips slightly parted.

“You are f*cking sexy” he slurred and nudged her with his hip as he sat beside her.

She bit her lips, lowered her gaze, suppressing the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. “You’ve said this a thousand times Nkem”

“Have I?” He tipped her jaw and levelled his gaze on hers. Her eyes, like a luminous orb, held his in an electrifying lock. He couldn’t pull away. She’d make him proud today, amazing. She knew a little about everything, politics. Religion. Education. Business. She had held the men spellbound with her intelligent responses.

She nodded “Yes. Though you have not used the word ‘fucking’” her cheeks redden. He knew she wasn’t yet comfortable with the word, and he had tried to restrict the use of it around her, not that she had complained much.

“Well my love, I don’t think I will ever get tired of saying it. You are such an amazing and powerful woman; you don’t even know it yet…” He couldn’t wait for words to come out of her slightly parted lips, he fused his lips with hers, tasting, exploring. He felt her hands grab his neck, the urgency in her soft moan brought back the hunger and lust that had wrecked him the first time she stepped into the lounge.

She thrust her bosom to his chest, his legs entangled with hers as his palm trailed her sleek thigh up the lines of her pantie. She gasped, threw her head backwards and surrendering her neck to him.

“I wish I had done this the first time you walked in” his lips moved as he planted kisses on her neck, pushing her hair to the back.

“That would have been a bad idea.” She muttered, gentling pulling away and smiling shyly.

He followed her gaze down her lifted gown, grinned awkwardly and pulled his hand away but didn’t move from the position, her body closed to his was so enchanting He brushed away a stray hair from her forehead.

“I want to make love to you tonight” he felt her shivered, her eyes glimmered. “I have waited for too long, let me have the pleasure of adoring your beautiful body, I want to lie beside you tonight, to possess your body while you take mine.”

“What took you so long?” she breathed out. Her hands sneaked under his suit, tracing its way up his chest. He felt a wild sensation at the pit of his stomach, his erection nudged against the tightness of his pant.

She should know what took him this long. Why he’d torture himself all these months, turning away when he’d feel like pinning her down with his weight, watched her expression while he thrust in and out of her. Now they were free, with her bride price paid, she was his wife in every traditional sense “There are somethings you don’t know yet my love. Somethings I want to teach you…allow me do that tonight” would he be able to control his wild lust and take her through the journey of sexual pleasure?

“I will like that so much” her warm breath bathed his face.

“Come on, let's get out of here” he croaked, heart swelled with excitement, he picked the wine she left on the table, “Let me help you with this” drain it in one gulp, picked her purse and helped her up.

*
The first stab of pain hit him as he eased himself inside the comfort of his car. He grimaced, squeezed his eyes shut. It was over as fast as it came. He adjusted his bulk and grinned at his woman, pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her already swollen lips.

“Can’t wait to get home?” she giggled

“It's still a long way from here to the hou…” the second sting shook his body, ripping through his stomach to his chest. A sharp blinding jolt from hell took over him, he felt as if his chest was being torn out of his body. He groaned out of pure agony.

“What is it…Nkem! What is happening!” he heard her from the distance of his consciousness, felt her hands around him, shaking frantically. "Help! i need help!" she must be saying.

Another jolt and he screamed. This wasn’t a movie, it was the real thing- he was dying! He gripped her hand, “Get this cloth off me!” he groaned, something was moving inside him- trying to rip him apart.

The cloth barely left his body when the next pang jolted him into unconsciousness, the screaming voice of his woman faded from his head.

damselposh:
CHAPTER ONE



The sound of thunder claps gave people the impression that there would be a heavy downpour. People ran Helter skelter seeking for shelter before the Heavens sent down the rain. The road was filled with people running and walking hastily, nobody wanted to get drenched in the rain. It was early in the evening but the way the cloud kept giving signs of rainfall, it was slowly turning into night.

Bari held tightly unto her handbag as she increased her pace. Thunder claps sounded yet again making people growl and murmur. She muttered a silent prayer to God, she didn't want even a single droplet touching her, she had closed early from work when she noticed the moody cloud. She opened her bag and ransacked briefly "Oh Jesus Christ, my balm is not in my bag, are you sure i can survive this one?" She whispered to herself. Looking up and sighting a trycycle moving towards her, then she sighed in relief.



"Oga, Nibo Junction?" Bari asked the keke rider who looked at her first before replying.



"Yes, Nibo Junction, hold your #500" the keke man replied.


"#500? Haba na, is it because it wants to rain? Oga collect #200 na, the normal price is even 100 sef" she pleaded.


"if you no wan go tell me make i find better people abeg" the man said irritated.


Bari hissed and made to walk away when a liquid substance touched her face, she wiped it off and then shrieked in fear "Oh no, it has started dropping already" she turned just in time to see the Keke rider moving away.


"Wait, please" she bellowed and the Keke rider stopped, she hopped in immediately urging the driver to drive fast.

It didn't take long for the driver to drop her off at Nibo junction, she handed him a 500 naira note and ran into the street. The thunder claps came yet again but this time around with a few droplets of rain accompanying it.


"Nooo, God please hold the rain a bit for my sake, am almost home" she fearfully muttered scratching the spot where the rain had dropped.


It seemed the heavens listened to her prayers for they became calm afterwards with just the breeze blowing constantly serving as a reminder that it would still rain. She sighed in relief as she sighted her house, she hastened her steps greeting few people she met. She neared the Aboki that sold few things in a koisk just a gate before her apartment, she quickly looked away, she didn't want to have an episode that day. She muttered greetings to the Aboki with her face still thrown to the other side of the road.


Getting home, she unlocked her door, her parlour was still as neat as she had left it in the morning, three sofas adorned the living room, red in colour, complimenting the red paint used on the wall, her 32 inches LG plasma television kept on the TV stand, two home theater stood side by side with the TV stand in the middle, DVD kept under the television just in the second layer of the TV stand. Above the wall was the thermocool A.C sending cold waves to the living room, her dinning area which was occupied by a dinning table with four chairs pushed under it, water dispenser and a fridge, it had a connection door too that led to the kitchen.


She rushed into her room and hurriedly stripped, walked naked into the bathroom and had a hot bath, she came out in a jiffy after drying her body, applied Aboniki balm on her body afterwards and wore a black bum short with a red singlet. her room was sparkling clean and well arranged, her giant bed covered with a blue bedsheet, her wardrobe that had a glass door which also served as her mirror, a long shoe rack occupied with different type of shoes leaned on the wall close to the wardrobe and a ceiling fan rotating at a high speed, but then she sighed and wiped the tears that dropped.

"Life is not so fair" she muttered with a shrug going to the kitchen to look for something to eat.