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I was reluctant to grant that.

‘Oh, come on, Alex,’ she prompted. ‘Mum knows about our friendship. What is there to be scared of again?’

'Okay,' I finally agreed. 'But I'll like you to go home early today, say by six-thirty. I don't want your mummy to think I'm playing games with you. She has warned me against that.'

She chuckled. 'What games are you talking about?

I chuckled too. 'You know what I mean, lady.'

'No, I don't.'

'Yes, you do.'

I drove her to my apartment. Maybe I shouldn't have because everything changed thereafter.

'Let me see how your bedroom looks like,' she said, following me there.

I didn't want to change to casuals in her presence, so I only removed my shoes and socks, and tucked out the shirt.

'It's a nice little bedroom,' she was saying.
'Thank you,' I said.

She stood in my front and stared into my eyes. I stared back. That became my undoing as I became spell-bound.

'So, what games are you scared of playing with me?' she asked.

'You really want to know?'

'Yes I do.'

'Alright, let me show you.'

My lips moved towards hers. There was eagerness as her lips welcomed the guest. After few seconds, I stopped abruptly.

'Is that all to the game?' she mumbled.

'No, it's more than that.'

'Show me the rest,' she goaded.

Like a man under a spell, my hands went to her boobs.

'Wait,' she said urgently.

I removed my hands, staring at her. I was breathing fast.

‘I brought something you can use.’ From one of her pockets, she brought a pack of condoms out.

‘So, you already thought of this,’ I said. It was meant to be an accusation, but my tone was far from it. My hands went to her bust again and there was no resistance.

I lost all my self-restraints. I forgot all cautions and warnings.

We played the game to the fullest.

Oh, flesh, frailty thy name is.


* * *

'I think you have to go home now, Steph,' I said, looking at the time.

It was already past eight.

'Okay,' she said. Slowly, she started to wear her clothes.

'I feel like staying with you forever,' she said.

I shook my head. 'Nothing lasts forever, my dear,' I replied.

'But certain things do,' she countered. 'Love is one of them. And diamond. Those two things last forever.'

I did not say anything to that. Maybe she was right.

'Don't you think so?' she prodded.

'Hmn, I think so,' I said sheepishly.

She was through with dressing.

We went to the sitting-room and she picked her bag. We moved to my car. As I drove her home, she held my right.

'I'll never forget this night,' she said.

I felt I was in a dreamland. 'Me too.'

She stroked the right hand, but I still managed to steer the wheel with it.

This was crazy, I thought, being so intimate with Steph. I had gone against what I averred I would not do. How weak a man could be! Or maybe I should say how weak I was.

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?



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LoveToRead:
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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