I froze. I could not believe what I had heard, I tapped myself repeatedly in my attempt to rouse my self from the seeming nightmare. A force stronger than I am kept me in check as I listened to Ola talk to his wife.
Wife…wife…wife… the word echoed in my ears, what further shrunk my soul was his casual announcement. I stared at him confused, boiling and half hoping he was pranking me, until he cleared his throat and said “she has been in the United States, she went there to have our third baby…she put to bed last week and she would be arriving Lagos tomorrow”.
I crumbled under the heavy weight of grief, Ola moved close to me, held me up and kissed my lips, he hugged me and went ahead to tell me that it changes nothing as he was in love with me and he is man enough for his wife and myself, the rest of his words went off into a ramble as I pushed him away!
“Ola! You said you were lonely” I asked with the voice of thunder.
“yes I was lonely until I met you, Bisi was away to have our baby, so I was lonely…but you saved me, Ene ”
“Ola where is your wedding band? Why didn’t you ever mention your wife and marriage? Ola you had to fuck me before letting me know you have a family? Two children? Two!…
“Three children actually Ene. Calm down, I am sorry I didn’t mention my marriage to Bisi, but the marriage is not serious, I feel single Ene…it’s not that serious. I’ll take care of you more than any single guy…”
At that point I was already leaping on boiling anger, I threw my phone at him, I picked up my shoes and aimed his face with it, he rushed to my side, pinned me down, pressed his whole body against me, I could feel his hard-on,I felt moisture between my legs, I don’t know what happened but Ola made love to me again, this time it was rough and aggressive, he pounded me until I was almost convulsing, I felt so ashamed and angry at myself because I enjoyed it.
I watched Ola drop a cheque on my dressing table as he hurried away, I slumped into a chair and cried for hours. I was heartbroken, in love with a single married man, “Dickmatised” and almost unemployed.
I stood naked in front of my mirror, I peered at my spotless skin and still firm breasts, I cursed at the universe for not letting me have a man of my own.
It was Monday already, the agonies of the weekend still prevailed, I lazily dressed up as I headed out to my work. It was the day of my verdict and I feared the worst. I had not been picking Ola’s calls and strangely he hadn’t called this morning to check on me, no WhatsApp message to show care, did he not know what today meant to me?
As I walked into the Boardroom, I felt the eyes of the board directors on my skin.
“Ene, you have been an asset to this company and we regret that we had to take this action, but you leave us no choice. We carefully thought over this Verdict and keeping inline with our bank policy, our customers and our bank comes first. We hope you take out time to see a therapist and care for your mental health…”
I died a thousand times as I heard those words, I was handed a letter, I hurriedly collected it amidst the murmurs of “good luck” amongst the board members. I raced to the parking lot, tore open the letter and I was almost collapsing before my eyes met the words “one month suspension without pay”. I almost embraced a passerby out of relief.
One month suspension is better than being fired. I called Ola’s phone, it rang twice, the third time a lady picked and I told her to let her boss know that his girlfriend Ene called and he should come over to see me. I hung up the call before I could get any response and headed home.
I was on my 5th glass of wine as I drank in sorrowful-celebration, when I heard a knock on my door.
Ola walked in and gave me a kiss, informed me that he got my message but dropped the bomb that it was actually Bisi his wife that I spoke to.
I was transfixed. Did I just reveal my affair with Ola to his wife? Ola looked at me reassuringly and kissed me deeply before proceeding to rip off my clothes.
I lay on the bed watching Ola sleep peacefully, I didn’t know if I should slap him or kiss him. I heard his phone ringing. The caller was his wife, I stared at the phone continuously for over a minute.
As the phone kept ringing, anger and jealousy filled with rivalry ran through me and I picked the call…
To be continued…
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