Continued from last week.
“Hello baby” I answered in high pitched tone stressing the endearment I used in answering him and hoping he would catch the passion in my tone.
“Kachi why did you leave and you didn’t deem it fit to inform me”. He asked indignantly
“Oh i am so sorry baby I didn’t mean to leave without proper notification, hope i am forgiven” I replied deviously happy he missed me. My plan worked afterall.
“I want to see you” he said as a matter of fact with moist tone ladened with half concealed need. I paused steadily breathing inside the phone. I took a quick survey of my room, it was a self contained with a large space tastefully furnished. Inviting him to my house wouldn’t be a bad idea I barely had visitors.
“Hope you wouldn’t mind coming to my hostel” I finally said.
“I will come this evening text me the address to your hostel” he replied.
It was already nine o’clock when he arrived at my house, I had anticipated his visit and prepped myself. I took a cold bath, washed my hair, oiled and combed it to fall on my shoulders and parted it slightly at the middle. I wore a very flimsy mustard yellow sleeveless gown which accentuated my honey complexion and hung at the edge of my large buttocks. I was almost done with make up when I heard a knock on my door. I quickly put away the make up and got up to open the door though not before I accessed myself thoroughly in the mirror.
I gently unbolted the door and there he stood, hands in his shorts navy blue pockets looking dashing. His cologne had a flattering strong scent of amber and citrus, our eyes locked and lingered with identified lust. He accessed me resting his eyes on my large pointed nipples. I hadn’t bothered wearing a brazzier my breast were full and perky. He gazed into my eyes and gave me a light kiss on the lips then I stepped aside and ushered him into my house.
“Nice place you have here” he remarked accessing the contents of my room. My room looked quite expensive. My plasma television was 39 inches and my home theater system was the latest version both of which I got from my trip to China. Ivory royal curtain was hand sewn and a gift from Alhaji on his last trip to Saudi Arabia. He looked impressed and sat on the couch.
“So what can I offer you” I asked. He gestured me to sit on the armrest and he clutched my waist, with his thumb he drew my chin and my lips close to his, then kissed me softly and hungrily and I responded to his kisses equally matching my tongue with his, exchanging saliva while I held the nape of his neck. We explored each others lips, then disengaged at the same time almost gasping for air that we bursted into laughter my eyes twinkling and moist. There I clarified every doubt that I wanted my sister’s husband in my arms and in my bed while he made discoveries between my legs. I wanted this piece of heaven and all to myself.
I got up and catwalked towards the fridge fully aware of his full gaze behind me, on my beautiful long curvy legs and resting on my buttocks. I opened the fridge and brought out a Chardonnay and two wine glasses from the counter above the fridge. I opened the wine and poured us some drinks. My mind racing, thinking of the many things I would love to do to Ejike.
My sister had her eyes still glued to the Oxford dictionary, ignoring my existence and my truthful claims. Her face was expressionless then she flashed me a quick glance and concentrated on the dictionary. A knock came and the gate man entered, “madam the meat vendor is here” he told her. “Oh tell her I will join her in the garden in a Jiffy” she replied calmly concealing every trace of emotions. My sister had a vendor who supplied her goat meat every two weeks that has been the tradition when her husband was alive.
She closed the dictionary, slowly got up from the dinning and made towards the door. I knew that was her dismissal to my God forsaken self. She opened the door and walked away leaving me in dilemma and tears. I sat down there and cried unable to clarify the emotions that swept over me. I had played myself. This wasn’t what I bargained for, her reaction disarmed me. How could she take in what I said to her so calmly and expressionlessly. I had wanted the roof to cave in while she exploded and indulged me to a fight probably making an attempt to call the police. I had her reaction planned besides she had no evidence on me. I opened my LV bag and took out my white handkerchief and dabbed the corners of my eyes careful not to smear my make up, i got up and adjusted the hem of my short fitted skirt and made for the door.
To be continued……..
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