I woke up to Amina’s eyes staring deeply into my face, I heard sighs of relief from my mother, my landlady was there too. I tried to recognize my environment as I searched the curious faces staring deep into my soul, and like a flood everything rushed back as I recalled the last images I saw.
Bashiruuuuuu! Bashiruuuu!! Bashiruuuu!!! May God punish you! Bashiruuuu you would die miserably, I yelled from the hospital bed as my mother tried to restrain me. Amina ran to get the nurses, I struggled for my phone as I tried to get out of the captivity of the hospital bed.
Bash had travelled to get married, I saw his wedding photos on wedding blogs strewn all over Instagram. My heart pounded and my brain pulled at my skull, I was losing my mind as my whole body shook uncontrollably and I let out the most painful wail ever heard as Amina later described.
What about the Kayan Mata? What about Umma, have I been duped? The trip to maiduguri? I held Amina on the neck as I asked her where she took me to; Bash had switched off his phones and for a whole month I could not reach him.
He came by my house few days after a month with a car and a Cheque as settlement…
Ola tapped my shoulders as he asked me why I have been standing by the parking lot, I snapped out of my painful flashbacks. Ola drove me home and told me he came by my work to check on me only to see me standing at the parking lot holding a little box and looking lost.
The sky was still cloudy but it let out its load, I cried in the car as the rain drops pelted the windscreen, Ola made me a hot cup of tea, helped me bath myself and sang me to sleep in his arms. I felt at peace for a moment until my mind wandered to what would become of me if I lost my job and I let out a huge sigh.
As though he read my mind, Ola told me that he would find me a better job position at his establishment if the verdict from the bank management turned out to be unfavorable. He drew me close into his arms and sang me to sleep again, he had such a beautiful voice.
I woke up to the aroma of bread and omelette, Ola had prepared breakfast, and brought me breakfast in bed. He helped me out of bed to brush my teeth, gently fed me with the omelette and reassured me of his love for me— I pushed the tray of food away and I grabbed his lips, I didn’t want no interruption as I hurriedly spread my legs but Ola loves to take his time, he buried his face in my legs and his tongue told my mounds stories I had never heard, my moans shook my whole body as my legs vibrated uncontrollably, I begged him to fill me up but he rather travelled to my nipples with tongues, Ola tortured me in a Heaven and I was going wild with begging him to fill me up.
When he finally let himself into me, I blacked out for a second, I felt a sharp sweet pain as he asked me “how long?”, I weakly replied “six months”. He moaned deeply as he plunged deeper into me, Ola was crying as he made love to me, he kept repeating “Ene I love you”. He let out a deep throated moan as he emptied his load into me, I felt it warm inside of me…”you have the best Pussy in the world” he managed to say as he collapsed on top of me.
I smiled and I heard a voice in my head that said “best Pussy but single”, the voice mocked me. I was determined to get my own orgasm so I rolled Ola over, swallowed his length until it became a hard rock and rode him like my life depended on it, I rode him like I was riding away from being single, I rode him until his phone rang, we both were lost in passion and we didn’t care, I felt the volcanoes of passion lunge through me as I vibrated and kissed him long and hard.
I Panted as he gently laid me back on the bed and said “ excuse me baby…I think my wife is calling”.
…To Be Continued.
What do you think happened next?