No work to do, no weddings to attend, absolutely nothing.
That was the first time in a pretty long time. I was looking forward to relaxing and enjoying my chill Saturday when there was a knock at my door. Well, it was more like a bang. I wasn’t expecting anyone at all.
“Who the fuck is that?” I practically screamed.
‘Bitch open this door right now’.
Of course, it was Alex. We had just had a huge fight the week before and I didn’t think we were going to make it seeing as we had never had anything like that before so yeah, I was surprised to find her at my door.
‘Hey there’s this footie thing going on in Onikan, Twitter Premier League. I want us to go’.
She said as she walked in. Knowing Alex, that was her way for apologising. I had seen it on Twitter too but I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. However, Alex had met me half way, I figured I could do the same too.
“So does that mean we’re good?” I asked.
‘Do I have to spell it out?’ I shook my head as I went into the room to wear something appropriate. Alex could be a knucklehead most of the time but I love her. The only girl friend I know who gets me.
We got into the car and on our way, it hit me that Alex was doing this because of someone. She isn’t into sports as such. It’s more my thing and Alex was definitely going there because of a girl.
“So who is she?” I asked.
‘Who is who?’ I laughed at her attempt to feign ignorance.
“Girl please. We both know you aren’t into football. So who is the girl you’ve got your eyes on?”
‘It’s a boy actually’
At this point, a fly could’ve flown into my mouth. Alex and a boy? Who would’ve thought? I was mute till we got to the venue because I kept mulling over what she just told me. It made no sense. Alex has been a lesbian for as long as I can remember which is a pretty long time. We got to the venue and the tournament was already underway. We found a couple of friends and well, a lot of catching up had to be done.
I looked up just in time to see him score the goal. The way he took the ball past the two defenderss and shot into the net was breathtaking. The goal keeper stood no chance against that. He turned to celebrate and I saw his face, that stopped me dead in my tracks. He took off his shirt at that point and oh my goodness, I couldn’t help but drool. His rock hard and chiselled abs are stuff that gods are made of. I felt a pinch on my arm and I turned.
‘Na wa for you o. they won’t use fine man to kill you’. It was Alex and she was right but I couldn’t help myself. Dude was so beautiful to look at. The way his muscles moved and the way his body was glistening under the sun was doing things to me.
Soon, It was full time and luckily, he sat where a couple of friends were seated. I walked down to where he was and exchanged pleasantries with my friends making sure he saw and heard me. Just as I turned to say hi to him, he blurted ‘you’re beautiful’. I blushed a little and replied with “you’re hot”.
I could feel my southern lips drool just by looking at him. Standing there I began to imagine his lips lightly brushing mine before taking it head on. His tongue between my parted lips while his hand draws me closer to rest on my ass. He gives me a little bite and moves to my neck, dropping little kisses and bites while his other hand moves to cup my boob. He gently teases my nipple, sending electric waves down my spine. He pulls me to a seat and spreads my legs open…
‘Zoe! Come and meet the guy I was talking about” This was Alex pulling me. I sighed and smiled apologetically at him while went with her.
Alex had a way of ruining my good moments. She introduced me to this hunk and because I was absent minded, thinking of the hot dude whose name Alex didn’t even let me catch, I wasn’t exactly civil. I left both of them to talk and went searching for hot dude. I couldn’t find him where he was at initially and I felt a little. But I wasn’t in the mood to walk around looking for some guy even though he’s an Adonis neither was I about to start asking his team mates for his name. I went back to my seat to watch the next game.
Alex came back to sit where I was and I was about to ask her about her new guy when she blurted
‘I don’t like how you reacted to Uche. Even he noticed your attitude. Why did you do that?’
She must have seen something in my eyes because she went
‘Oh my God! You slut! You were absent minded the whole time, weren’t you? You have the same look you had when I was introducing you both and you only have that look when you’re thinking about a guy. You’re thinking about that man abi?’
I raised an eyebrow at her use of the word “man”. Dude is too young to be a called a man abeg. Before I could reply, she hissed and left me. She soon came back with Uche and she must’ve told him something because he was smiling as they walked towards me. We got talking and it turned out dude was into Alex too.
The tournament soon ended and Alex said she wanted to go with him. Since she drove, I had to take her car with me.
The following Monday, I resumed at work, ready to kick start my week. I vaguely remembered my boss saying he was having a meeting with someone outside of the office and I quickly prepared all that he needed.
‘Hey Zoe, for that meeting, you’re coming with me. I’m meeting my best friend and business partner and it concerns the nuclear energy tender. You did the policy on it and you know you’re good at this sort of thing. Don’t worry, lunch will be taken care of.’
At the sound of lunch, I picked my bag and went out with him. We got to the venue of the meeting which was at Bottles restaurant and guess who we were meeting…
Sitting right at the table was my boss’ best friend and business partner- Mr Goal Scorer. I think he recognized me too because he raised an eyebrow at me before greeting my boss. I figured they were really close because they talked like brothers.
Looking at him now, I could see he was probably my boss’ age mate and I wondered why I didn’t see it before and how he managed to look so good. When they were done with their pleasantries, my boss decided to introduce us. ‘Zoe, meet my best friend who’s more brother than friend, Tunde Hart. Tjan, meet the best assistant I have ever come across, Zoe’. We shook hands and then went back to their banter.
Tunde Hart. I had heard that name before. I just couldn’t place it almost immediately, then it hit me. I was sitting with the shipping magnate. This man’s name was No 2 on the Forbes’ list for the Richest African men, the same Tunde Hart. His family was into oil and gas but at a young age, he branched out into the shipping business.
With a few maritime policies in his favour, he hit gold. His name is the main name in the admiralty division.
They soon got serious and my boss left me to show his friend the stuff I’m made of which I daresay I did a damn good job of. After impressing him, they both agreed that I’d make the presentation to the Minister whom they were supposed to show it to.
Tunde signalled the waiter who brought the menu for us to make our order. By this time, I was starving and could’ve probably passed out. Luckily, the food didn’t take too long to come after we made our order.
While we were eating, Tunde kept asking me professional and some nicely concealed personal questions. I figured he was trying to know more about me. While I answered his professional questions easily, I nicely evaded his personal ones. For some reason, I couldn’t help my attraction to him. He just seemed the type that would know how to make sweet love to a woman as opposed to these older guys who get tired after three thrusts or think it’s about taking Viagra and pounding a woman for hours.
My boss’ phone rang and he stepped out to pick it. As soon as he left, Tunde leaned over to my side and said,
‘You disappeared on Saturday, I tried to find you but I figured you had left so I left too. I noticed you avoided some of my questions. You’re smart just not as smart as I am. I want us to have dinner tomorrow. I’ll send my driver to pick up.’
My boss came in at that time and we had to leave for the office. We got to the office and the whole place was a mad house. Apparently we had won one of our bids and the whole office was in a celebratory mood.
One of the directors had ordered small chops for the office and lots of it. I knew it meant more work for me and I just wasn’t in the mood for all the merriment. As I was about to leave the office, my boss called me in and from the look on his face, I knew something was up.
‘Zoe, you know you’re leading the team on this one right? You’ve got the free hand to pick whomever you want on your team’. I chuckled.
My job title might read ‘Executive Assistant’ but I sure as hell do the jobs of most of the knuckleheads downstairs. Could be because I’m a lawyer by training but most of those idiots don’t know shit. I knew that wasn’t why he called me though but I when he didn’t say anything, I nodded and made for the door.
As I was about to leave, he said ‘Also, Tjan, I mean Tunde Hart asked for your number so he could talk to you about what we discussed. I gave it to him’. I raised an eyebrow at him, shook my head and walked out but inwardly I was exhilarated. A man like Tunde Hart after me? Sigh.
I got home in time because I left the office way before the rush hour traffic, the traffic in Lagos these days tie wrapper with gele. I took a shower and had some dinner, I was so restless but I wasn’t in the mood to drive or even go out.
Trying to take a nap and I realised I hadn’t gotten laid in so long. It had been months, I tried to think of someone to call up but for some reason, I just couldn’t get Tunde Hart out of my mind.
The more I thought about him, the more I felt my body shiver. I ran my fingers across my nipples , imagining his lips upon them. Teasing them, I felt them go rock hard. I pulled on them a little and it sent little shock of lightening down my spine. By now I was greatly aroused. I ran my hands over my tummy, playing with my belly button with one hand while the other moved further down to my core.
I imagined Tunde’s hands spreading my pussy lips and inhaling my essence. At this, my pussy starts to water. I tease my clit a little, imagining his tongue circling it and making tiny bites. I move my finger further down, inserting my fore and middle fingers into my pussy. With small strokes, I finger myself, going in deeper with every stroke.
I stretched one hand into my bedside drawer and pulled out Nims. Nims is my trusty rabbit. She was a gift from Alex. Luckily there were batteries inserted. Raising my legs p a little, I pushed Nims into my pussy, imagining Tunde filling me up. I turned on the clit stimulator and kept doing in. with each thrust, I push down my pelvis so it hits the spot. My orgasm starts to build and when I crash, I crashed hard, squirting all over my sheets. It was a full 10 minutes before I realised someone was at the door.
I wrapped a night robe around my body and went to open the door. You will never guess who it was…
Remember Nnanna? Dude I met a couple of stories back? Yeah, dude was at my door.
See, Nnanna and I had had a good thing going on but for one thing. His penchant for disappearing without a word. He wasn’t an onshore oil worker so I couldn’t understand why he’d just drop off the face of the earth with no means of communication.
The worse was, he’d come back with claims to have missed me and then he’d fuck me, LoL. I might be many things but stupid isn’t one of them. One day, I decided I had had enough and on one of such periods he disappeared, I blocked his numbers from calling me, blocked him on every social networking sites, instructed the security at my apartment and work to not let me in.
It had been such a long time and I thought I had gotten rid of him. Unfortunately, the security at my apartment were recently changed and they didn’t know him.
“What do you want? I asked.
I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with him at all.
‘Haba Zoe, I came to see you. I’ve been unable to reach you for a long time. I missed you’. Just imagine the nerve of him to come here acting like all was normal.
“That doesn’t answer my question. What do you want?” he tried to give me one of those his heart melting smiles but unfortunately, I was way past that.
I decided to play along and I opened my door wide for him to come in. We sat down and I was looking at him expecting him to say something. When he didn’t, I decided to help him.
“So what bullshit story do you have for me this time?”
‘Zoe, I’m sorry. I have been so swamped with work all this while. We’ve been pursuing some contract in the office and it required all hands to be on deck. But I missed you’.
As he said that, he leaned in to kiss me. I drew back, got up and waked to the door.
“I’m glad you did. Unfortunately I didn’t. I don’t ever want to see you again. Get out!”
The shock on his face was everything at that moment.
‘C’mon Zoe, we can talk about this.’ I laughed.
“Oh we have. You’ve told me your cock and bull story. I have told you what I want. Now, get the hell out. We’re done.”
It didn’t help that my robe was slightly open and my boobs were partly on display so he decided to try a different approach. He came close to me, slipped his hand in and began to tease my nipples. To be honest, it was working but I was done with him and for good this time.
I smiled at him, took his hand out and told him,
“Nnanna, get out”.
He knew I was serious and he quietly left looking like a dog with its tail between its legs. I hissed and banged my door so hard, he probably startled.
The next day at work, I decided to quickly pick my team to work with me on the project. I sent an email to 6 of them asking them to meet me at the conference room. As we discussed, I realised that a couple of them weren’t happy being told what to do by me.
If only they knew I had more qualifications than the 6 of them combined. I had my job title because the pay checks were higher than theirs. Because I knew I was probably going to deal with some insubordination, I subtly reminded them that appraisal week was coming and I had my boss’ ears.
That seemed to put them in check. I shared them into mini teams, each with their own responsibility and we discussed some ideas. As we exchanged, I realised one thing, I was going to do the bulk of the work as usual.
I was so busy with the project that I missed lunch. Luckily, my boss had gone out and he returned with something for me to eat. I hurriedly ate my meal and went back to work. It wasn’t until my phone began to ring that I realised it was past 7.
I looked at the caller id and it was a strange number. Not even True Caller could identify it. I picked it and guess whose voice was at the other end?
Yep, Tunde Hart. ‘I’m downstairs. Meet me in 5’ and he hung up.
I was so exhausted but I had promised to meet him for dinner. I got down and saw this sleek black AMG and I knew it had to be him. He was sat at the driver’s seat and I got in beside him. He took one look at me and the look in his eyes changed. Something akin to pity.
‘You look tired. Hell of a day I guess?’ “You don’t know the half of it. I am exhausted.” He nodded and took out his phone. Made a call and when he was done, he smiled at me.
‘I know just the perfect place for us to have dinner.’
With that, he drove off.
We arrived at this really nice place. It didn’t look like a restaurant. Rather, it was a house. There was an elevator which we stepped into and it took us to the roof top. The sight before me actually made me sigh out loud.
The most amazing sight I had ever seen, a table for two with roses on it. There was also a chef on hand to serve us. I sat down with him being the perfect gentleman by pulling my seat behind me so I could sit. A waiting staff was on hand to serve us and I think Tunde must have signalled him because as soon as we sat down, he came over to pour us a glass of wine and dish our food.
The meal was delicious, it took everything in me to not moan while eating. We made small talk with him cracking jokes and telling me about his family. Apparently, he had a kid my age who he described as his greatest joy.
He didn’t talk much about his wife and I had the presence of mind to not ask. I got the feeling plus rumours were rife that his marriage wasn’t in the best of shape but he couldn’t get a divorce as that meant him losing a good amount of his wealth.
After dinner, he led me into the house and to a couch and proceeded to give me the best foot rub I had ever gotten.
Now, I moaned, It felt so good that I wanted to fall asleep in his arms. I told him about myself, how I started, and why I chose to not practise law but do what I do. Our discussion moved to admiralty, with me unconsciously giving him legal advice and such.
Halfway into our conversation, he blurted, ‘Be my girlfriend!’
I raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled.
‘I’m serious Zoe. Be my girlfriend. I’ll take care of you. Anything you want, I’ll provide it’.
“But you’re married. Besides, I’ve got a good job that pays my bills with a little extra”.
‘Yes I’m married but I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m asking you to just make me the only one you sleep with. Only that it will come with a lot of perks. Sure, you earn how much? 200k, 250k per month? I can give you triple that. Trips in my private jet to anywhere you want. And if along the line, you are done with us because I expect you to want to settle down one day, you can leave. All I ask is to be the only man in your life and if you meet someone you think there’s a possibility of a relationship with, just tell me’.
I thought about it. It was one thing to fantasize about fucking him. It was another thing to be a sugar baby. I used to turn up my nose at girls who had men who weren’t their husbands cater to them.
Besides that, I haven’t been tied to a guy since university. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. But I was tempted.
“I need some time to really think about this, Tunde. Besides it’s getting late and I’ve got work tomorrow”. He ordered a driver to drop me off and as soon as I got home, I took a cold shower and got into bed but I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking of all the worst possible scenarios. What if the wife found out? How was I supposed to be seen in public with him or was I going to hide? What kind of girl would I be to sleep with a very attractive married man for money? All these thoughts went through my mind and just before I slept, I made my decision.
I got to work the next morning really hoping my team had done their fair share of their duties and surprisingly, they had. We ran through the brainstorming session and I had to prepare the presentation both for the board and for our investors.
Half way through my pile of work, I got a call from security saying someone was at the gate for me. Confused at why they couldn’t just send him up and apparently there was a package for me that I had to come down to see.
Puzzled at what it could be, I quickly rushed down. I met a man with security and I wondered if I had met him before. He gave me little jewellery bag with a little note.
‘I’m not trying to buy you, I promise. You deserve this and more. Tunde’.
I nearly screamed as I looked into the bag. It was a car key and I happened to be standing behind my new car. A Mercedes C117, registered.
How he guessed that I had always wanted one was beyond me. I shrieked in joy and the driver offered to drop my old car off at my place and return with the key.
I am definitely driving this bad baby home. I called him as soon as I got into my office.
“How did you know I always wanted one? And how did you get it so soon?” He laughed as I kept thanking him.
‘I didn’t know. I got it a last month and had it registered last week. I took a look at it today and realised it’s a lady’s car and I could only see you in it. I meant what I wrote in that note. I’m not trying to buy you. I think you deserve it.’
“I was going to text you actually but I’ve been swamped with work. Now you’ve distracted me and I have to do this work from home. But yeah, I do want to be your girlfriend. You’re good looking, smart. Your wealth is also an added bonus”.
I meant that as a tongue in cheek comment and I breathed an audible sigh of relief when he let out the loudest laughter I’ve ever heard from a man.
‘Your boss told me you’re handling a huge project and you’re supposed to present it to the investors on Friday. Knowing you, you’ll kill it. How about I pick you up Friday evening? Dinner at my place, plus I’ve got another surprise for you’.
I love me a man who knows how to spoil a woman and I accepted. Just as I hung up, the driver came in with my car keys and two phones. An iPhone 6 and a Samsung Note 4.
I took a picture of the phones and sent them to him with a message that read
‘you sure know how to speak a girl’s love language’.
He replied with ‘I can also be your body whisperer’. I burst into laughter as I went back to work.
It was Friday and I was really excited about the day.
I got to the office early, tidied up my presentation, that took longer than I expected. So much that I didn’t get the chance to get breakfast. Soon it was time for my presentation and I think I did a pretty damn awesome job because the investors closed the deal immediately instead of getting back at us at a much later date.
I handled the deal because I had had the good sense to draw up the contracts earlier which had already been approved by my boss.
After the deal was done, I figured I didn’t have much to the do in the office since I had cleared my desk plus I was planning for some retail therapy.
I was about to inform my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off when I saw my phone blinking.
Tjan: Hey sugar. Heard you killed it today.
Me: Better than that, I closed the deal immediately.
Tjan: Oh wow. Your boss wasn’t exaggerating when he said you’re that good, maybe I should top your salary and get you to work for me.
Me: LMAO. Tempting but naa, being your girlfriend pays better.
Tjan: LOOOOOL. You’re crazy. What are you doing now? You should celebrate your win, you know.
Me: Well, I’m looking at doing some retail therapy. Besides I haven’t shopped in over a year now.
Tjan: Oh wow. I never figured you were the shopping type.
Me: I am. But for a while now, I’ve got other responsibilities so shopping has had to take the back seat.
Tjan: Hmmm… What’s your account number so I can transfer something to you for now.
Me: 2568933145, Zenith Bank. Thank you boo.
I guess he was making the transfer because I didn’t hear from him for a bit. I went into my boss’ office and told him I was taking the rest of the day off because I deserved it. He didn’t argue with that, thankfully.
As I shut my system down and made to leave, I saw the notification signal on my phone. A credit alert of a little over a half a million from Tunde. For me to shop. Alone!!!!
It took everything in me to not scream right there. I quicker ran my fingers across my screen.
Me: Oh my goodness Tunde. That’s… A lot.
Tjan: it’s just for you to shop with. How about you go ahead and do your shopping. My driver will pick you up by 5pm. Wear something nice. But don’t bring a carry-on. You won’t need it.
I sent him about a hundred kiss emojis and flew out of the office.
By the time I was done shopping, needless to say I was exhausted. I barely dragged myself to the bathroom to shower. I applied my makeup and picked something nice to wear.
It was while waiting I realised I hadn’t had anything to eat. Luckily, I had some left over fruits in the fridge. I practically ODed on the pineapples to keep it fresh down there. Soon, the driver was here.
It took a while before I realised we had left the island were headed to the mainland. I tried to ask where we were going to but I got the “it’s a surprise” from the driver.
I decided not to call Tunde because somehow I knew I was in safe hands. I dozed off for a bit and only woke up when the car stopped which was a while because of rush hour traffic. I looked around and saw that we were at the private jet hanger of the airport.
The driver urged me to follow him to one of the jets. I recalled I had read on one of the gossip blogs that Tunde owned a private jet. I began to wonder where we were going to this night. I climbed in and there was Tunde, looking regal in a black suit, holding up a glass of champagne.
I silently gave thanks to the fashion gods that I had picked something incredibly beautiful to complement him.
“Hey superstar, you look beautiful”. I blushed as I took the glass from him.
‘Tunde, where are we going to this night?’ I asked.
“It’s a weekend. I figured you could do with some peace outside Lagos and its craziness plus I recalled you said something about you going everywhere with your passport. Fancy a trip to Accra?” I squealed in delight. Why wasn’t this man single for heaven’s sake?
A man that takes into consideration even the seemingly tiniest detail, what’s not to love?
Before long, we were in the air and I proceeded to give him all the details about my day. I didn’t realise we had been talking for so long till we landed. We got down and a car was waiting by pick us up. We arrived at a beautiful beach house overlooking the sea and I giggled.
This man was definitely ticking all the right boxes. It was too late to eat anything so I went to take a shower. As I came out of the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen, I saw he had laid a big masculine shirt for me on the bed. The shirt smelled of him and I just wanted to inhale his scent forever. I put it on and joined him in the sitting room where we cuddled, drank wine and watched TV.
I felt his hand cup my boobs while the other found its way into my center. He played with my clit while we were watching The Devil Wears Prada. Before long, we were tearing at each others clothes, the movie, forgotten. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and headed for the room. He threw me on the king sized bed with a grunt and ripped the buttons off, the need, evident in his eyes.
I’m not sure when he took off his shorts and put on a condom but I screamed when I dove into me. I was expecting a little for play so it hurt a little when he went in hard. My body clenched as a result and he knew he hurt me. He stopped moving and spoke soothing words into my ear.
I started to relax and he started to move, slowly, increasing his pace as my body reacted to him. Soon, he started to go in hard. Before long, he gave a large grunt as his sperm filled the condom and he rolled over. While I was thinking if that was it, I heard gentle snores from him. I was in shock. That wasn’t what I was expecting. That sex was worse than the worst sex I had ever had. What? I was so pissed off that I rolled to the other side and dozed off.
I woke up the next morning and found myself alone in the bed. I really wasn’t in the mood to face him. Not after that nonsense sex. I got up to use the bathroom and when I got out, there was breakfast by the bedside. I rolled my eyes when I saw Tunde looking at me sheepishly like he had done something wrong.
“What is it?”, I asked.
‘I know last night was horrible, you don’t have to say anything. I know it sounds cliché but I was exhausted yesterday. I shouldn’t have touched you but I just couldn’t resist. It’s okay if you change your mind about me. No one wants to be stuck with horrible sex but if you give me another chance, I’ll prove myself’. I sort of melted at that.
I mean, this man is hella sensitive. Some men wouldn’t even notice. I decided to give him another chance. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as bad. Plus, he makes some mean ass breakfast.
He had some meetings to attend to so I was left alone to faff around. I noticed there were new dresses for me in the closet and I took a shower and got dressed.
I took the time to do some sight seeing with the driver and buy some souvenirs at the market. When we got back, Tunde was already home and was fixing lunch. Standing by the door, watching him, I began to imagine if I was married to him or we had a real relationship, how it would feel like.
He seemed so domineering, yet so under my control. I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
“What’s cooking?” I asked.
‘Nothing serious. Just pasta. I havent made that in a long time’.
“You know, I’m surprised you cook. A multi millionaire. Where do you have the time to even learn how to?”
He gave a heart laugh at my question. The one I’ve sort of come to love.
‘Well, I used to be a bachelor. That’s how I learnt. I don’t cook at home, of course. Except I’m alone in one of the European countries where I’ve got a condo and there’s no cook with me. I quite enjoy it. Just don’t tell my wife I said that’. I giggled conspiratorially.
Soon, lunch was ready and we settled down in the floor in front of the TV. In that moment, it didn’t feel like we were two people having some sort of sexual arrangement.
The way he listened to me as I explained certain flings I felt his companies needed to do was exhilarating. It was different from what I was used to.
We finished eating and I snuggled up against him, planting little kisses around his ear and beard. From time to time, he’d turn to me and kiss me. I figured if I wanted to get the best out of it, I’d have to take charge.
I straddled him, taking off my dress (I wore nothing underneath since I was in a car all day). The look on his face was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned towards him, giving him a boob to nibble and placing his hand on my second boob. If I wanted him to please me, I was going to have to teach him. Luckily he was a fast learner.
I planted little kisses down his chest, teasing his nipples and going further down to his belly button. As I played with it, I pulled his shorts down, moving my tongue down. He sucked in a breath when my tongue rested on penis.
Looking at him and smiling, my mouth enveloped his member and moved down his shaft. Using my tongue to tickle his pee hole, I teased him for a bit and moved to his balls, tea-bagging him. The surprise in his breath told me what I needed to know. Sucking on his balls for a little longer, I proceeded to give him the best blow job he has ever gotten.
Just when I senses he was about to cum, he pulled out, flipped me over and moved his face to my pussy. He took a lick. Probably liking what he tasted, he proceeded to tickle it with his tongue. He stuck his finger into my pussy while his tongue tortured my clit in a good way. Just as I was about to cum, I felt his dick, big and thick dive slowly into my pussy. It hurt a little due to his size but I soon got used to it. Slowly, he fucked me, picking up pace until I urged him to go faster. It wasn’t long after I came, squirting all over his dick, he came too.
He rolled over, turned towards me & in seconds, he was asleep. I didn’t mind tho. I could forgive that after all, the sex wasn’t as bad as the first.
Before long, I too dozed off with his arms wrapped around me.
The weekend unfortunately had to end and by Sunday evening, Tunde and I were on our way back to Lagos. I was so exhausted that when he asked me to join him for dinner, I declined. I just wanted to go home and sleep on my bed alone. He dropped me off at my place, checked around my apartment to be sure there were no imaginary kidnappers waiting for me and left. I barely dragged myself to the bathroom to take a shower and slept off.
I got to the office the next morning, looking like one who had obviously gotten some good sex. A few of my co-worker pointed out the same thing and I just giggled. I had barely settled in when my phone started to ring. It was Alex.
Alex: “Where the hell have you been? You’re line was off all weekend. I went to your house and it was empty. I knew you didn’t travel because nothing was packed. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Me: “hahaha. Relax. I was in Ghana.”
Alex: “Ghana? How? You didn’t pack anything”.
Me: “I didn’t need to. Clothes were provided for me”.
Alex: “Start talking.”
Me: “remember the guy I met at the last TPL? We’re in some sort of relationship. He invited me to Ghana for the weekend.”
Alex: “The billionaire? Girl, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were into that sort of thing. What sort of relationship can you have with a married man.”
At this point, I didn’t like where this talk was going. Plus, she knew who he was and didn’t even tell me. What if I hadn’t met him the second time?
Me: “Look, I’m not aiming to be his wife or anything. Besides, his marriage is in trouble. Not like it matters to me. It’s just like every other relationship I’ve had. Only with a man with billions. You know me. I don’t do love. It’s just sex but with style”
Alex: I guess. I even read on Linda Ikeji that the only reason they aren’t divorced yet is because they didn’t sign a pre-nup & she’s a mean bitch so they do their thing separately. Just be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.
Me: You know me hun. I’ll be fine. Now I need to get back to work. Love you.
When we hung up, it got me thinking. I’m not exactly prone to catching feelings but what if I were to fall in love with Tunde, how would I deal with it? I figured I’d cross the bridge when I got there and took my mind off it.
Halfway into work, a delivery guy came into my office with a bouquet of flowers and what looked like food. Before even checking, I knew it was from Tunde. They were accompanied by a small note that read, “The Future Awards, 7pm, Friday. I’ll pick you up by 6pm”.
Thus sent my mind into overdrive, I mentally began to scan my closet for a dress and all the accompanying accessories. I really needed to talk to him about his habit of dropping bombs like this on me. I love to go for events and to be honest, I had always wanted to attend The Future Awards.
I was just slightly miffed that it was so sudden with no respect for my time. I had planned to stay in on Friday night and do some private work and this just ruined everything. I picked up my phone to send him an IM on BBM when I saw one from him.
Tunde: Enjoyed the meal?
Me: I haven’t had it yet.
Tunde: That’s weird aren’t you hungry?
Me: I am but I’m more angry
Tunde: What did I do wrong? (his perception calmed me down a bit)
Me: Babe, I love surprises as much as the next woman but sometimes, I feel like you have no respect for my time. You dropping that ball without asking if I was free is kinda insulting.
Tunde: Ok. So what should I have done?
Me: Well, it’s not a romantic getaway. I’d appreciate it if you’d ask me next time if I was free to attend any event. Surprises are for getaways.
Tunde: I understand. I’m sorry. So, Zoé, would you please accompany me to the The Future Awards on Friday night? I’m delivering the keynote address.
Me: Are you sure you want to be seen out with me in public? Word might get to your wife.
Tunde: You’re stubborn, you know that? How about this? We go in separate cars and we meet there. We act like we’re just friends and then we head back to my place after. How does that sound?
Me: Sounds like a perfect plan.
Tunde: Smh. You’re really something. The driver will pick you up early and take you home so you can get dressed.
Me: ? ?
I was dealing with a report when my boss sent for me. I rolled my eyes because this was the same man who asked me to hurry up with it. He seemed so cranky and for the first time since I started working with him, it looked like it was directed at me. I knocked gently and went in when I heard him say ‘come in’.
Me: You seem out of sorts today. Are you okay?
Boss: sit down. I found out something and I just want to confirm. Are you dating my friend, Tjan?
Where was this coming from? I know Tunde is his friend and all but what was his business with my private life. I figured Tunde must have said something to him and I decided to come out with the truth.
Me: Yes I am. Tunde and I gave been seeing each other for a bit now.
What happened after this totally left me in a complete state of shock.
Boss: Part of the reason I hired you was because apart from the fact that you’re intelligent, you seemed decent. It’s no secret that he’s a married man and now you’re sleeping with him. I’m not trying to invade into your private life but I’m afraid, I can no longer work with you. Here’s your entitlement as well as a little extra just because you were my best. You’re fired.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. I’m not sure how I walked out of his office but I went back to my office and picked up my personal effects. I got to my car and when I got in, I realised my whole body was shaking. After 5 years. Just like that, because my boss had a moral bone. I opened the envelopes he gave me and one was a cheque for 3 million naira while the other was for 1 million. Possibly the little extra he was referring to. 5 years of bringing in and closing deals for the company and I was laid off without a reason.
I picked up my phone and sent a text to Tunde. “I just got fired”.
My phone kept ringing all the way home but I couldn’t risk it. Luckily, I was way ahead of the rush hour traffic and got home in record time. As I drove in, I saw Tunde by his car.
“What the hell happened?” He said as I got out of the car. I was so mad and confused that I didn’t dare say a word while we were outside. I walked past him and took the flight of stairs to my apartment. As we got in, he held me to himself as I burst into tears.
I hadn’t looked at my CV in so long and I wasn’t planning to just yet. How was I supposed to start looking for another job?
I was able to calm down then we spoke. Not that it mattered but I had to ask how my boss (well, now former) knew about both of us and he admitted to letting it slip that we were together of which he didn’t realise it was meant to be a secret.
The look I sent him made him apologise for that statement immediately. A single girl dating a marrying a married man? Was it supposed to be public? What kind of girls had he been dating anyway. I left him in the living room and went to the kitchen to fix us something to eat. I couldn’t obviously think about my next step on an empty stomach.
While I was in the kitchen, I heard Tunde make a call. I couldn’t hear the details of the call but it sounded like he was making an appointment with someone. He came into the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up to help.
“Tunde, I really don’t need you in here. Not now. I just want to think about my next step and cooking helps me think”. He ignored me and picked up a knife to cut the vegetables. I glared at him so much that if looks could kill, he’d probably have dropped dead.
I think a part of me blamed him for not keeping his mouth shut.
It didn’t take long for the food to get ready and when I brought it out to the dining area, I saw he had already set the table. I gave him a half smile as I laid it on the table.
“I fixed an interview for you at Wintershall Holdings. Anytime you want, just let me know so I can talk to them”. I looked at him with my jaw dropping.
Wintershall is about the largest oil and gas servicing firm in the world. It’s owned by Germans and they recently fixed their sights on Nigeria. I didn’t even know they were recruiting Nigerians because I had heard albeit erroneously, obviously that they brought in their guys from Germany. Then again, I guess they have to comply with the Local Content Act.
I decided to go in for the interview tomorrow. I had another issue to worry about. The apartment I lived in belonged to the company and I guess I had to move out quickly.
“Erm, hun, do you know any estate agent who can get me a smaller place on the Island? I obviously can’t afford a place like this”, I said
‘But your rent hasn’t expired. Or… It’s owned by the company’, he replied.
I nodded as I cleared the table since we were done eating.
‘I’ll see what I can do this week’.
It wasn’t until much later that Tunde left before I could have the house to myself. I dialled Alex’s number and the stupid babe picked my call after the third ring.
Alex: ‘Haaaayyyy, how far na? I almost came to your office today o but mehn my boss just swamped me with one kain work. I even had to sneak out. What’s happening nau?’
Me: “At least you have a job. I’m now in the job market”.
Alex: ‘what do you mean you’re in the job market? Una office don shut down?’
Me: E for better na. I got fired over my choice of a fucking buddy.
Alex: Huh? I don’t understand. Did his wife find out? I thought she didn’t care”.
Me: “Girl, I wish it was the wife. It was my fucking boss. Well, ex boss now. You know both of them are like brothers. Well, he found out I was dating Tunde and fired me over it talmbout how he thought I was a decent girl and shit. I swear, now that I’m calm, it’s fucking hilarious. This man fucking sacked me over who I chose to sit my pussy on”.
Alex: Oh honey. Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?
Me: I’m fine now. You don’t have to. I have to arrange my CV for an interview to tomorrow.
Alex: Oh? That was fast. No need to ask. I’m sure Tunde did it. Where?
Me: Wintershall
Alex at this point screamed so much that I had to hold my phone away from my ears.
Alex: GIRRRRRLLLLLLLLLL. You’re going to be swimming in dough now o.
Me: Ehn, let me get it first. Meanwhile, abeg I need estate agent. You know the apartment belongs to the company and I can’t afford a place like this.
Alex: mahn. I think I know a couple. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to them. I’m so sorry, baby. You sure you’ll be alright?
Me: I will. Thanks.
After we hung up, I decided to update and print out my resume. Luckily I had gotten a couple of professional certifications along the way.
The next day, I was up early, had breakfast and got ready since my appointment was for 8:30. As I was leaving the house, I saw one of Tunde’s drivers who said he asked him to take me to the interview and bring me back.
As much as I wanted to be mad at Tunde, I was thankful. I really didn’t feel like driving. I got to Wintershall a few minutes before 8:30am because traffic was a bitch and for some reason, the interview started early. I guess I must have done really great because after 2 hours of interview, I was offered the job. Now my take home pay was about 5 times what I used to take in my former company.
Obviously there was nothing to think about. I signed the contracts there and then. I was asked to resume the following week which was perfect by me.
As we drove home, I tried to call Tunde but he wasn’t picking. I called Alex and told her the good news. I’m pretty sure she barely managed to compose herself because she was in the office.
It wasn’t until I dropped that I noticed the driver wasn’t taking my route home.
“Mr Akin, please where are you going? This isn’t the way home”.
‘Oga said I should take you somewhere, madam”.
We got to a block of luxury apartments and Akin led me to the penthouse. As we got in, Tunde was standing by the door with his arms stretched open and I rushed into them.
“I got the job”, I said.
‘I know, I was told you really impressed them and didn’t have to make me use my influence. I’m proud of you’. I sighed as I pulled away to look at where we were.
“What are we doing here anyway? Whose apartment is this?”
‘Yours. I had wanted to give it to you as a birthday gift but what the hell? It’s your birth month anyway’.
I screamed as I jumped on him. To prove it was mine, he gave me a document containing the deed of gift. I didn’t realise tears had started running down my eyes when I knelt down to thank him.
“Tunde, thank you. God will bless you. Another will do for you what you’ve done for me”.
He picked me up and held me while I wept. I couldn’t believe I was moving into my own home. It was a tastefully furnished 2 bedroom apartment. One room was done while the other bedroom was empty. I asked why it was bare.
‘I wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be an office space for when you brought work home or a guest room’.
“It will be an office. I don’t let people sleep over except Alex and we sleep on the same bed”.
When I saw the look on his face, I laughed and said,
“Alex is a girl. She was with me when we first met”. He laughed as he remembered. That boisterous laughter that turns me on.
I led him to the bedroom and pushed him to the bed. I knelt between his legs and unbuckled his belt. As I pulled down his pants, his dick sprang up at half mast.
I teased his pee hole a little before taking him filly in my mouth. Alternating my tempo, I took him deep into my throat while I massaged his balls. I knew he was about to cum and I didn’t want that yet and I stopped. I took off my skirt and underwear and straddled him with my back to him. I sank my pussy down his shaft and started to ride him slowly.
I increased my tempo, touching myself at the same time. I felt him sit up and lift me up and down his shift. Soon, my gates burst open and I was squirting all over his dick. He pushed me up, laid me on all fours on the bed and rammed into me. He too didn’t last long as he came all over me. As we cuddled on the mattress, he made a call to someone asking them to arrange a pickup truck the next day.
I immediately got a call on my phone.
‘Hello, Ms Zoé. This is Peju from First Oil Company Ltd. I have been asked to eject you from the company’s apartment and also take back the company car’.
“Oh, come and pick up your keys tomorrow’, I said and hung up...........
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