Excerpt From Episode 1:
He
stared at her sheepishly, the guilt written all over his face, his hands paused
with a spoon of rice and dodo in his hands. He dropped the spoon and bowed his
head slightly. There was silence in the room. “Why Gbade? Why?” He reached
for her but she moved back before dropping the phone and headed towards the
door. “Dammy…wait. Hear me out. Please!”
He reached her just as she was about to open the
door. He grabbed her and enveloped her in a hug from behind. She allowed him,
sagging into him weakly, the fight already drained out of her even before it
started. “I am sorry Dammy, really sorry.”
His voice came in a hoarse whisper
ear even as she fought the tears that was already pooled in her eyes. The past
two years had seen her warding off different men; the attractive, the ugly, the
rich, even the damn poor who wanted her to do surulere with them. Her entirety
had been for him and it hurt her badly to realise that they had apparently not
been on the same page.
“How
long has this been going on? Are there others I should know about? ” Her voice
was calm, stronger than she felt. She disengaged herself from his embrace and
turned to face him. She swept her unruly hair from her face and stared at him,
the tears hanging there, like a dark cloud threatening to spill its content.
“I
tried Dammy, I really did. I held on for so long, a whole year I had control of
myself. Then one morning it was just as if something took over me,” his voice
was subdued, defeated and she felt a morbid sense of pleasure knowing he was
feeling a bit of pain too. “It was about a year after I got to America,
Mirabel, that is her name wouldn’t take no for an answer. My body was in cohort
with her and before I knew it, Mirabel happened. She has been the only one. I
swear she means nothing to me. You are the one I love, when I think of my
future, I see it with you not with her. Please Dammy I know I have messed up
but don’t let us destroy what we have. I love you. You are my life, please!”
***
She
sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her, pretending to read the book
she was holding while Whitney Houston’s “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?” played
slowly from her headset. She had gone through about ninety-four love songs on
her phone already. Each artiste seeming to capture a new area of her pain. She
felt as depressed and moody as the artistes must have been when they wrote
their songs. She looked up as Gbade walked into the room in nothing but his
briefs. He looks so handsome, the devil. She shook her head as if to dispel the
thought and tried to force her concentration back on her novel. Miley
Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball” was playing now. She sneaked a look at him again from
under her lids and saw that he was watching her as well. Quickly, she lowered
her eyes and adjusted uncomfortably on the couch, unfolding her legs. Her
breath caught in her throat when she sensed rather than saw him approach. The
coolness of his hand rested on her bare thighs made her cringe. She was wearing
a bum short with an oversized shirt which left most of her lower body exposed.
Removing her reading glasses, she stared at him questioningly? He was squatting
in front of her with a puppy look on his face. She could tell the past two days
had been rough for him as well. “Is this the end Dammy? You have barely talked
to me since I arrived. I can’t continue to see you like this and know I am the
cause of your pain, if you want…” emotions made him choke on his words and she
felt a twinge of pity. Gbade wasn’t the type that talked much, she was the
talkative. He was too shy and reserved. She knew it must be very hard for him,
trying to express himself with so much emotion. He looked so adorable, just
staring at her with that look of devotion on his face. Without another word,
she pulled him up and kissed him fully on the lips.
“It’s
alright baby, we will be alright as long as you let her go and come back to me
where you belong.” He hugged her and whispered “I belong only to you Tangy
baby.” She smiled then, remembering his pet name for her.
***
Dammy
was panting as if she had just run three miles none stop as she thrashed under
Gbade. His tongue was flicking in and out of her ear, two years and he still
knew the right places to touch her. He had not forgotten that her ear was one
of her erogenous spots. She whimpered as his hands fondled her left breasts
gently. His assault on her ear didn’t stop as he expertly unbuttoned the shirt
she was wearing. It had been so long, a long time of waiting and dreaming for
his touch. She was a woman in heat and she arched her back in ecstasy when his
finger flicked over her nipple. He paused for a second and grinned at her.
Unabashed, she flashed a smile at him, “It’s been two years damn it! Get along
with your duty soldier.” He didn’t need another urging, he bent his head and
his mouth found her exposed breasts, his tongue sucking on her already hard
nipple. She moaned in pleasure, it felt so good to finally have another human
touch her the way she liked to be touched. The wait had been worth it, she
couldn’t imagine this pleasure with any other. She reached out and grabbed his
shoulder tracing the contours of his manliness. Her fingers ran down his spine
and moved to his chest, she moved her hands slowly down till her hand felt the
pubic hair disappearing into his briefs. He moaned against her breasts,
exhaling heat that seemed turned her on even more. She couldn’t hold back
anymore, she delved inside with her hands and touched the heated rod pulsing
down there. The rock hard rigidness excited her and she closed her hands around
it, feeling its might. Just then, a phone shrilled as if angrily shattering the
intimacy of the moment. She opened her eyes with a frown, it was Gbade’s phone.
Her eyes went to the wall clock, who could be calling him at 11:34pm? He gave
her a quick kiss on the lips before rolling away to the dresser to pick up the
phone. Mumbling incoherently, she stood up and leaned over his shoulders to
nibble on his ear. She paused as she caught a glimpse of the caller id just as
he pressed the green button. Mirabel!
Story written by Akinwale Akinyoade
Story written by Akinwale Akinyoade
Thats how some weh be flying at night, looking for someone's joy to kill. Of all the time in the world to call na for midnight.. haba she wan invite am for witch meeting???
ReplyDeleteThats what we call monitoring spirits. They know when to kill some pump action..lol
DeleteThat's just the right moment to test if all he was saying to her were true.
DeleteHehehehehehehe... I hope she handles the phone.
ReplyDeleteThat one don pass kill joy. This na kill dammy. That call na mood breaker.
ReplyDelete