She was an almost spoilt child.

Funmi was still with Janet when Emma called her line.

'When are you coming, baby?' There was a sense of anticipation about him.

'By mid-day, I should be there.'

'Have you left home?'

'Not yet, but I'll soon leave.'

'How was your night?' The question was an afterthought.

'It was fine. How was yours?'

'Fine too. I'll be expecting you, baby.'

Janet smiled. 'Alright.' She dropped the phone on the bed.

'Your guy?' Funmi looked at her friend in what looked like envy.

Janet nodded in the affirmative.

'I guess I should be on my way. Have a nice time, Janet.'

With that, Funmi left the house.




Chapter Two

Janet whistled softly to herself as she got up to dress up. Her large wardrobe had scores of clothes, some of which she had no worn from a long time. She checked them one after the other, wondering which one to pick. She finally settled for a designer t-shirt and jeans trousers.

She applied her designer make up and perfume. It was apparent Janet liked designer wears. She liked to look and smell good. Since she could afford the good things, nothing stopped her from having them.

She put her sunglasses on as soon as she got to the porch.

'Happy weekend, small madam.'

Sule always addressed Janet as madam despite the protest of the latter. He walked towards her with his trade mark grin.

'Good morning, Sule. How're you?'

'We dey fine o. We thank God.' He looked at her in expectation.

'Your car is ready.' He pointed at the car. It had been washed and it was glittering in the morning sun.

'I can see that.' She nodded in approval, smiling at him. He had, as usual, helped her to wash her car. She dipped her right hand inside her clutch bag and brought some money out.

'Here, take this.'

'Ah, thank you so much, madam. This weekend will be very great.'

She entered her car and put the engine into life. He waved at her while Janet honked the horn. The car was still quite new and she handled it carefully. It was a gift from her father when she clocked twenty seven. She had complained that she was tired of jumping from one cab to another and he had gifted it to her.

The traffic was light. From Ota, she drove to Abule Egba on her way to Ikeja. Emma lived on a street off Shodipo Close at the GRA. By a few minutes after noon, she was at the front of the gate of his residence.

The man at the gate came to the side of her car to properly look at the person behind the wheel. 'Ah, good morning. You're welcome.'

Janet smiled at him. She was no longer a stranger there. She drove into the compound.

Emma came to meet her as she was stepping out of the car.

'My baby.' He was obviously glad to see her. He came over to give a kiss.

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Janet smiled at him. She was no longer a stranger there. She drove into the compound.
Emma came to meet her as she was stepping out of the car.
'My baby.' He was obviously glad to see her. He came over to give a kiss.
Taking her right hand, he ushered her into the expansive sitting room downstairs. Bottles of wine and champagne were already set on the center glass table.
'I was already expecting you.' He felt there was need to explain the scene.
'I can see that.'
When she saw that the bottles of exotic drinks were indeed many, she became curious. 'Are you celebrating anything?'
'Yes.' He laughed. 'Having you around calls for celebration. Take your choice.' He pointed at the drinks.
'Any that is good with the least content of alcohol.' Any where she went, she always showed that taking alcohol was not her passion.
He opened one of them with a plop as if there was need to make a toast. He then filled the glasses and handled one to her.
'To the flavour of a beautiful relationship.' He raised his glass up.
They clinked glasses. She took a sip to sample the taste. It was good. She looked at him with a smile. She had no doubt that the drinks were very expensive. Maybe he was a connoisseur. Janet did not fancy exotic drinks, but would really not mind to have it moderately if the taste was good.
They drank and chatted on this and that.
'Don't you think we should retire to the bedroom? Let me show you one or two things there.' There was a suggestive grin on his face.
'No o. This place is better. No need to go to any other place.' Her soft protest was significant.
'You mean you won't mind having the action here?' He laughed over his bawdy comment.
'I'm not talking about anything like that. Let's just chat for today.'
'Maybe I should try to put you in the mood.' His right hand went to her chest suggestively as he wrapped his left one around her body.
'No. I didn't come for anything like that today. Don't even attempt to do that because the mood won't come.'
'What happens to the mood? Why is it always on flight?' He seemed to be discontent. 'We've done it only once, and that was about three weeks ago.'
'Yes. You should be satisfied, shouldn't you? It's not food, is it?'
Try as much as he did, he could not get her to do what he wanted.
They talked about other matters. She could see that he was not pleased with her refusal, but he should try to live with that, she thought.
When it was after one, she stood up to go. He forced a grin and accompanied her to her car.
'Thanks for the warm reception. You treated me like a queen.' She gave him a peck.
'You're welcome.'
He waved at her and she drove off. She joined the main road and drove towards Maryland. She could have driven straight to join Ipaja road, but she wanted to do a little shopping at the shopping complex in Maryland.
It was the same complex he had met Emma. She bought the laundry items she wanted to buy and realized that her phone was not in her bag. She remembered that she had put it on the armrest of the chair she sat on in his sitting-room. She paid for the items she bought and drove back to Emma's place.
Instead of driving inside the house, she parked by the gate and got down from the car. The security man was surprised to see her again.
'Sorry, I forgot my phone. I've come back to pick it.' She smiled apologetically.
'Your phone?' The question came as if he had not heard her well.
'Yes.'
The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate.

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The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate.

  'Make I go get am for you.' He scratched his head and awaited her nod.

  'No, no.' Janet would not want to bother him. 'Let me do it myself. Besides, I want to tell him something.'

  She moved the gate aside herself and went inside. Without bothering to knock, she opened the sitting room door and stepped inside. The scene she saw shocked her.

  Right there on the three-seater, Emma was on top of a lady. They were half naked and he was smooching all over her.

  'What! What's going on? Emma, what are you doing?' Her eyes were wide in surprise.

  He paused in doing what he was doing but did not say a word. He was probably too surprised to say a thing.

  'And who's this? How dare you enter without knocking!' The lady that was with him was full of admonition. She glared at Janet.

  Janet looked at Emma again but he remained mute. She had no business with the lady, so she decided to ignore her. Emma and the lady still remained as they were, without bothering to cover up their semi unclothedness. Shameless lot, Janet thought. She remembered she had come there to pick something.

  'Sorry, I actually came to pick my phone. I forgot it.'

  The phone was still where she had left it. She picked it up and without any ado left them to their shame.

  She went back to her car and zoomed off. Oh God! Her mind was in disarray. How could Emma behave like this? How could he bring another lady into the house? Emma had terribly disappointed her. How long had he been doing that? She had left the house just about half an hour ago; and within that short time, he had brought another girl!

  Janet reflected over her past relationships. They all seemed not to last. In fact, that was an understatement: all her previous serious relationships did not last. The longest was four months. Why? The fault was never hers. This very one for example, was it her fault that she caught them in that lascivious position?

Before she met Emma, there was Niyi who had looked so smooth and promising. Janet had thought she would end up being his wife. A call to his number one evening shattered the idea. It was a lady that had picked his call.

  'Is that Janet?' The voice was cold, to say the least.

  'Yes, please. I'll like to speak with Niyi.'


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