Less Than Nothing (18+)


Seyi Dominion


This story is an adaptation of The Heart Robber by Love Toread.







This edition however has steamy and explicit sexual details with some elements of plot that are different from the original one.

The work is purely a fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

© 2020


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The very moment Ola starts eyeing Moni, the wife of his employer, he steps out of bound. Moni is beautiful, exotic and desirable. Blinded by lust and material benefits, he ignores all the ominous signs to pursue what he desires. He achieves his aims but pays the price of becoming less than nothing.




In Lagos, east of the Ikeja Government Reservation Area (G.R.A) to be precise, the magnificent gates of a white, exquisite duplex were opened by the security man. The brand new, comely BMW 440 drove inside the posh edifice. It was parked close to the parking space while the turbo-charged six-cylinder engine went into slow running. The rear, right door opened and a dainty, beautiful lady stepped out.

“Welcome, madam,’’ Iliasu, the security man greeted, waving at her and showing his brownish teeth in a short smile.

Without saying a word, Moni raised her right hand in what looked like a wave, strapped her handbag to her right shoulder and entered the magnificent building. She went straight to the staircase and to the upper stair.

The master bedroom was the second to the left after the second sitting-room. The coolness of the large room welcomed her. It was the room she shared with her husband.

She put her handbag on the bed and started removing her shoes. It had been a busy day with one board-room meeting after another. She did not really enjoy long meetings, but she was learning to adapt fast.

With the way things were unfolding, Yomi Agbaman had hinted her that she should expect more participation in the intrigues and fascinations that came with boardroom politics.

“Moni, darling,’’ Yomi had said. “Be prepared to do more of this. You’ll be my proxy in many meetings to come, after this.’’

Moni had smiled and had responded as if she was most grateful.

She removed her office wears and changed into a cream color satin night wear. It was a very sexy one, the type that her husband said drove him crazy.

She had many of them, ranging from the backless, one size, sheer, lace, transparent lingerie to a miniskirt G-string sleepwear.
Some gentle knocks sounded on her door.

“Yes, come in,’’ Moni said.

The door was opened.

“Welcome, madam,’’ Ini, the house girl greeted.

“How’re you?’’

“Fine. I want to ask about the food I should prepare.’’

It was wonted of Ini to ask that question once the madam of the house returned from work.

“I don’t think I need any food this evening,’’ Moni replied. “Just get me a pack of apple fruits juice and some peanuts. That will be alright.’’

“Yes, ma.’’ Ini nodded and made to leave the room.

“Wait,’’ Moni said quickly. Yomi had said he would be coming tonight. She picked her cell phone and called him. After many rings, he picked the cell phone.

“Hello, love,’’ she said. “What should the maid prepare for your dinner?’’

“Oh, I was about to call you. Sorry, I’m still with the senator. I won’t be able to come again tonight.’’

“Oh?’’

“Yes. Sorry about that. See you tomorrow morning.’’

“Okay, dear. Goodnight.’’

“Yeah. Goodnight.’’

She disconnected the line and turned to Ini.

“Alright. You can get what I asked you to get for me.’’

“Yes, madam.’’


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She disconnected the line and turned to Ini.

“Alright. You can get what I asked you to get for me.’’

“Yes, madam.’’

Ini left the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. Despite the fact that her mistress asked for a fruit juice pack, she ensured that there were also a pack of pine apple fruit juice and orange fruit juice.

She also took a packet of crunchy peanuts, set the items on a small tray, added a glass cup and took the tray to the dining table.

Moni was miffed that Yomi would not be coming this evening. For the past six months she had been married to him, she could count the number of times they had slept together on her fingers.

It had been a lush affair being married to a multi-millionaire like him. She had been living in luxury; which was what she had always longed for.
But there was this deficiency of his not always being around.

One factor responsible for this was the fact that he already had a wife. Yes, he already had a wife and three grown up kids. His first family, she realized to her chagrin, still played prime role in his life.

The second factor was his busy schedules. He was always meeting business partners and going on business trips.

The business aspects were not bad as they were bringing in more wealth and comfort. But must he do these to her detriments? Must he subject her to lonely nights all because he had some other commitments? Where was the ‘unadulterated love’ he had professed for her?


* * *


In another part of Ikeja, Ola Johnson breezed inside The Diamond-Crust Club few minutes after seven p.m. The night club provided deserved relaxation and privacy for him after the day’s job. At the bar, he ordered for champagne.

Ola Johnson was a connoisseur who would always give kudos to Dom Perignon for finding a way to preserve the effervescence of wine and maintaining the sparkling. He preferred the brut nature, the one without sugar.

But his relaxation would not be complete without the barbecue. He always went for the one with variety of meat, and with thick and sweet sauce. This he savored with his drinks. Thirty minutes after he arrived at the club, Mercy came to join him.

“Hello, dear. Sorry to keep you waiting,’’ she said, an apologetic grin on her face.

He gave her a short smile. She was always coming late for her appointment, and she was always apologizing. Mercy was a fashion journalist with a newspaper.

He had met her about two months ago at a social event organized by one of his friends. At forty-two, Ola was supposed to be ‘happily’ married with two daughters, but that would not stop him from having flings now and then.

Indeed, it was an overstatement to describe him as ‘happily’ married. Married, yes, but the element of happiness had long ceased to be part of the marriage. On her part, Boma would have been a loving and submissive wife.

She was a beautiful nurse who looked at her children with pride. What she found appalling was her husband’s indefatigable tendency to philander.

In the first ten years of marriage, Ola was not like that. Then, sweet Ola appeared to be the sweetest of a dream sweetheart. Now, his philandering act was so much she was not sure he would not even go for a plastic doll that wore nice skirt.

“You’re welcome,’’ he told Mercy.

“Oh, I can see that you’re already having a nice time.’’

“Yeah. Join me.’’

That was why she had come around in the first place. Mercy was soon taking drinks and the spicy meats with him.

“How are the fashions shows and the coverage going?’’ he asked.

“Fine. Did I tell you that Ella Fashions has a show tomorrow?’’

Ola shook his head. He was not a fashion freak. How was he supposed to know about that? Mercy went on to talk about how interesting the outing would be. He nodded, but he was barely listening.

His mind went to his place of work. At the Agbaman Group of Companies, a conglomerate of companies that was into construction, estate, hotel management, tourism, and oil and gas, he was the Finance Director.

In that position, he had interacted with many ladies, many of whom he described as interesting. Despite his love for women, he had succeeded in maintaining some decorum at his place of work.

His ladies always came from ‘outside’, just like the case of Mercy.

Two hours later, he was ready to leave the club. He went to settle his bills with the POS, just like he had been doing recently.

“Here, we go.’’

He steered Mercy out of the building to the club car park where his car glistered under the security lights. Since his official driver had been dismissed about five p.m., he would have to be the one to drive. He opened the Toyota Avalon and slid behind the wheel.

“Let’s go to our love nest for real actions,’’ he said as he started the car and drove it towards the exit gate of the club.

Rita knew what he meant by that. “I’m sorry I’m in a kind of hurry,’’ she said.

He looked surprised. “Hurry to go where?’’

“Home. My boyfriend expects me in his place tonight.’’

He didn’t like that answer. It was true that there was no ‘string attached’ in the relationship, but using the boyfriend as an excuse not to have intimate time with him would not be accepted.

“So, what are you saying?’’

He drove the car to exit the club and joined the main road.

“What I’m actually saying is that I would not be able to spend a long time with you.’’

He sighed and nodded. That was a better way to put it. It was better she tried to use some finesse, wasn’t it?

He drove to the small hotel along Opebi Road. That was always their love-making rendezvous. The short time they would be spending together there would be memorable, he thought gleefully.

“Hey, give me the pleasure of undressing you,” he told her.

Without waiting for her answer, he started raising her top up to her chest and shoulders. It was finally removed from her. She had no option than to acquiesce.

He found her boobs tucked inside the white bra as fascinating as ever. His ready hands went for them in a most handling way.

His hands would not rest on their oars. He tugged at her brassiere and cupped both her boobs with his hands. She moaned more, urging him on. Hee rubbed her boobs, stirring wonderful sensations that ran all over her chest.

Unconsciously, she parted her legs. She could feel the heat coming from his manhood. He unclasped the bra from her back with his hands and let it fall on the bedside table. Her boobs were now bare, and yearning to be fondled.

Ola continued to stroke her back. In return, Mercy wriggled her back. His experienced fingers found the bare nipples. He caressed them and pinched them softly.

Mercy could feel her nipples get hard. It appeared he got turned on the more. He held her by the waist and lifted her up.

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Without waiting for her answer, he started raising her top up to her chest and shoulders. It was finally removed from her.

She had no option than to acquiesce. He found her boobs tucked inside the white bra as fascinating as ever.

His ready hands went for them in a most handling way.

His hands would not rest on their oars. He tugged at her brassiere and cupped both her boobs with his hands.

She moaned more, urging him on. Hee rubbed her boobs, stirring wonderful sensations that ran all over her chest.

Unconsciously, she parted her legs. She could feel the heat coming from his manhood. He unclasped the bra from her back with his hands and let it fall on the bedside table. Her boobs were now bare, and yearning to be fondled.

Ola continued to stroke her back. In return, Mercy wriggled her back. His experienced fingers found the bare nipples.

He caressed them and pinched them softly. Mercy could feel her nipples get hard. It appeared he got turned on the more.

He held her by the waist and lifted her up. Her
legs immediately went to his back, tightening around his waist. They were standing in the
middle of the room. He held her ass as she pressed herself against him tighter. With their posture, her skirt was tangled up in the waist.

In passion, they started grinding through their clothes. This made her panties to slide to one side exposing her private part to his rock hard penis which was straining from his trousers and boxer. There was raw desire in his and her eyes.

He kissed her again, this time in a most sensuous way. He sat down on the chair by the bedside with Mercy now straddling him. He buried his tongue in her chest, tasting
her gorgeous breasts.

Mercy closed her eyes in delight. The new sensation was enthralling to say the least. He curled his tongue around her nipples, from the left to the right. Her panties were now soaked.

His deft fingers went down her back until they reached the middle of her butt. With one finger he traced her crack to her back. Her vagina pulsated when it was caressed. She did not want him to stop. Of course, he relished the experience too.

He stood up again, but this time he carried her to the bed, laying her on her back. He fondled her breasts again. His tongue went to work again as it made its way from her boobs down to her belly.

This time around, there was no stopping. He kissed her navel and went further down.

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Her vagina pulsated when it was teased. She did not want him to stop. Of course, he relished the experience too.

He stood up again, but this time he carried her to the bed, laying her on her back.

He fondled her breasts again. His tongue went to work again as it made its way from her boobs down to her belly. This time around, there was no stopping.

He kissed her navel and went further down. She grabbed his head to goad him on.

His tongue licked her waist down to her skirt. He pulled the skirt down till it reached her knees. Gladly, he licked the top of her exposed panties.

He ran his tongue all over her genitals. Mercy moaned in pleasure. His rampaging tongue found a spot that made her ecstatic. He pulled her panties to one side, leaving her clit exposed.

He then mopped his tongue around it and sucked. In response, she gave out a small moan. Her pussy was throbbing, desiring more from him. His tongue continued to explore her, finally burying itself inside her hairless mound.

She let out a moan again, now louder. He systematically removed her panties together with the skirt in her knees. She was now totally naked. It was his turn to remove his clothes.

This he did like a man in a hurry. He parted her legs and inserted a finger in her vagina. Mercy wriggled her ass as if demanding for more fingers inside her. This, he obliged and started shaking the finger inside her.

She gripped his shoulders to bring him down to her. She held on to him so tightly that he couldn't make any movements with his finger.

He kissed her, slowly and passionately. Mercy massaged his back; she wanted to feel that cock. Her hand finally got hold of his cock. It was a big one, the one he was proud of.

She put her fingers around it and caressed it. He groaned in pleasure. She caressed the shaft running her fingers up and down.

Ola kissed her deeply, sinking his tongue in her mouth. They moved together as she caressed his cock, and he kissed her passionately for a while.

Her mouth went to the tip of his cock. Ola held her head, she ran her tongue all the way down to the shaft. There was no taste to it just the smell of sex in the air.

When she reached the bottom she rolled her tongue all over his balls. He made a deep groan. She then took his big tip inside her mouth.

She could feel the veins pumping in her mouth as it went in and out, fucking her desirous mouth. Ola was now holding tightly to her head, pushing his penis inside her warm mouth.

He quickly pulled it out, when he was just about to reach the climax.

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He kissed her, slowly and passionately. Mercy massaged his back; she wanted to feel that cock. Her hand finally got hold of his cock. It was a big one, the one he was proud of.

She put her fingers around it and caressed it. He groaned in pleasure. She caressed the shaft running her fingers up and down.

Ola kissed her deeply, sinking his tongue in her mouth. They moved together as she caressed his cock, and he kissed her passionately for a while. Her mouth went to the tip of his cock.

Ola held her head, she ran her tongue all the way down to the shaft. There was no taste to it just the smell of sex in the air. When she reached the bottom she rolled her tongue all over his balls. He made a deep groan.

She then took his big tip inside her mouth. She could feel the veins pumping in her mouth as it went in and out, fucking her desirous mouth. Ola was now holding tightly to her head, pushing his penis inside her warm mouth.

He quickly pulled it out, when he was just about to reach the climax.

He pushed her back to the bed and separated her legs. Slowly he placed the tip of his hard cock on the opening of her vagina. She wiggled in trying to get it inside. He grunted his approval. His cock softly pressed to her pussy lips, it maneuvered around the moistness.

Slowly, he pressed inside her. She groaned as the tip of his manliness went inside her. A pleasure that she'd never felt before enveloped her.

Ola knew what he was doing. He thrust in and out using only the tip of his penis. He wanted her all wet, finally with a firmer stroke he urged his shaft inside her. Mercy wrapped her arms around him crying in pain and pleasure.

With a final move, he thrust his entire cock inside her, before she could scream he started making love to her, pumping in and out with an unrelenting urgency. Mercy felt the dick inside her, strong and hard, her whole body vibrated as he thrust into her with more venom.

This was better than she'd expected. The way Ola moved turned her even more. His tight butt diving into her was the most erotic sight she'd ever seen. The storm inside her was on the increase.

There was no doubt, soon she would get to the climax. Soon, she felt that she was about to burst and couldn’t take it anymore. But he was playing a game of suspense with her. He turned her back to face him. She could feel his cock on her bare buttocks.

He ran the organ up and down her vagina. His hands picked her up, propping her behind up. Mercy knew this style, the one they called doggy style.

His hard cock probed her until it squeezed inside her warmness again. He started pumping as soon as the cock was inside her. Somehow in this angle he felt bigger inside her. Every thrust really mattered. He dug inside her harder and harder.

She had to hold on to the head of the bed for support. He gripped her waist. Her cunt was filled to the maximum; she could feel nothing else but him now. The imminent climax was at hand. Ola could not take his eyes off her back nor his hands off her waist.

Their bodies rocked to his thrusts. In seconds to come, they got to the end of the road. He shuddered and quickly let go off her waist and ass. His semen spluttered all over on her butts. They collapsed on the bed, satisfied of their lusts.

Several minutes later, his session with Mercy was over and he drove to Ogba. His three-bedroom apartment was at Acme Road. He parked at the lot and moved inside to the first floor. His flat was by the right.

In the sitting-room, his three children, aged between twelve and seven were watching Nickelodeon. His wife was on night duty at the private hospital where she worked as a senior nursing officer. But he would not be missing her. He rarely did again.

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At the close of work, Ola drove to the club at the G.R.A. He was a regular face there, and that suited him very well. This time around, he ordered for bottles of lager beer. The barbecue would still be taken, but champagne could take a back seat tonight. He took his beer and savored the tastes of the spicy meats. Just then, his cell phone beeped.

“I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it,’’ Mercy said across the line.

He was disappointed. “You should’ve told me earlier.’’

“I’m sorry. Something came up and I would not be able to make it again.’’

He sighed. “Well, it’s alright.’’

“Thanks, darling. Thanks for your understanding. I promise to make it up next time we meet.’’

He chuckled. “Alright, dear.’’

The line was disconnected. He whistled softly to himself. So, Mercy would not be coming again tonight. What a drab evening it would be! Well, Mercy or no Mercy, life went on. He continued with his refreshments. His cell phone rang again. Had Mercy changed her mind? His check on the number showed that it was an unknown caller.

“Hello?’’ he said cautiously.

“Hello.’’

It was a female voice, but it didn’t sound like Mercy’s own.

“Who’s on the line, please?’’

“Where’re you?’’ the voice parried.

Ola was curious. Who was this? “Who’re you?’’ he asked again.

There was a short laughter across the line. “Are you with a lady or what?’’

Wait a minute. The voice sounded like Mrs. Moni Agbaman’s voice. He was instantly alert. “Could this be oga madam at the office?’’

There was another short laughter. “If you have five fingers on your right hand, then you’re correct.’’

He grinned. “Er, it’s a pleasure to hear from you, madam. Hope all is well.’’

“All would have been perfectly well, except that I’m lonely.’’

His heart started beating fast. What was this woman saying? What did she mean? He wanted to speak but did not know what to say.
Then, the line was suddenly disengaged. What happened?

Could she have run out of airtime? He thought that was not likely. Did she cut off the connection? He waited for some seconds, hoping she would call back again. She did not. He dialed the number, but it did not get through. The service provider said the cell phone had been switched off.

What was this she was doing? What kind of game was this?

He was thoughtful for some moments. His mind told him she was giving him the “green’’ light. The green light to do what? The green light to grab her overtures? Would that not be too risky?
His mind faltered.

What if he accepted the gesture? What if he braced himself up and took on her like a real man? He nodded at himself. This might be the golden opportunity he was waiting for. He must not allow this opportunity to just go by. He would take the risk.

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His mind faltered. What if he accepted the gesture? What if he braced himself up and took on her like a real man? He nodded at himself.

This might be the golden opportunity he was waiting for. He must not allow this opportunity to just go by. He would take the risk.

He tried her other line that he knew. The cell phone rang, but she soon cut the line. After that, he could not get through again. What game was this that she was playing? Ola smiled to himself. He knew just how to play such a game.

* * *

Boma was on afternoon shift. That meant she would be arriving home after nine in the evening. She drove her Honda CRV to the gate of their residence and hooted the horn.

After what looked like eternity, Baba Dogo came out to open the gate for her to drive in. She wondered why he always took time before he opened the gate these days.

“Welcome, madam,’’ he greeted as she alighted from the car.

“Good evening, Baba Dogo.’’

“Yes, madam.’’

She took her handbag and the small shopping bag from the back seat and locked the car. Her flat was the first on the ground floor. She pressed the bell. Some moments later, Flora came to open the door.

“Welcome,’’ Flora greeted and curtsied.

“How’re you?’’

“Fine, ma.’’

Flora took the two bags from her and took them to master bedroom.

Ruth and Naomi, her two daughters, were in the sitting-room watching a tele-movie. Ruth was fourteen while her younger sister was twelve.

They were the products of the once sweet relationship with Ola.

The two girls greeted their mother coolly.

“How was school today?’’ Boma asked.

“School was fine,’’ Ruth answered.

“Mummy, they asked us to remind our parents that tomorrow is ‘open day’’’, Naomi said.

Boma shook her head. “Why don’t you tell your dad? I think he should attend the event for once.’’
Naomi sighed. Maybe mummy was right, but the problem was daddy never seemed to have time for such a thing.

Boma went to the bedroom to change to a night wear. She sat on the bed and thought briefly. Last night, she had a dream about Ola, her husband. It was not a pleasant one and she had decided that she would have to tell him and warn to be careful about taking a decision.

She knew he would most likely snicker at her warning, but she would say it all the same.
Several minutes later when he came in, she allowed him some rest before approaching him on the issue.

He was at the dining table to take his dinner when Boma came to sit down on the chair next to him.

“Darling, there’s something bothering me since morning,’’ she started.

Ola continued munching his meal. “And what’s that?’’

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