Narrators POV;
Esther arrives at an hotel and she walks into a darker coner of the parking lot as she carefully examines the expensive cars of different sizes, colors and brands parked there.
She looks around to be sure shes not being watched and then she pulls off the baggy dress. Only to reveal an orange crop top which is strapped tightly against her bust, but reveals no part of it. It only makes it's presence well known and helps to outline the perfect shape of her upper body.
She is wearing a crazy skirt that is half way up her thighs, and she finishes it off with white golf shoes.
She looks very elegant and has changed from the churchy appearance to a very arousing one. She uses her hand to adjust her cloths, and boobs. They are not too big and not too small either. Just the right size.
She majestically makes her way into the hotel building and what she is anticipating the most is Kunles expression when he sees her. Seeing her now, no one would never believe she is the same goody two shoes who just left her house.
The hotels reception is very cold, quiet and empty. The only person there is the receptionist who is busy watching Zee World from the flat screen television on the wall.
The receptionist does not notice Esthers presence till she clears her troath. Which startles the poor receptionist.
"Good evening ma'am" Esther greets in a rather apologetic tone as she knows she startled the receptionist.
" Hello madam, welcome to Imperial Hotel. How may I be of service? " The bubbly receptionist replys with a smile to show all is forgiven.
" Yeah, I am here to see a Mr. Kunle Ajayi. "Esther replies
"Sure, please give me a moment. "The receptionist requests and Esther nods.
The receptionist brings out a hard cover book and scans through it with her eyes for a few seconds. Then she spends a few more seconds on the desktop before her.
"Madam, may I please know your name? " The receptionist finally questions.
" Esther Adebayo". Esther replies
"Okay, " The receptionist replies with a nod.
She picks up the telephone that is resting on the table and puts a call through to Kunles room;
" Hello, Good evening sir. This is a call from the reception.
A Miss Esther Adebayo is here to see you." She says into the phone.
"Okay sir. " The reception says after making several stops in between statements to listen to Kunles Reply, and then receptionist drops the call.
" He is in room 105 on the third floor ma'am. Have a nice time" The receptions replies. Saying the last part with a knowing look.
"Thank you." Esther replies whilst shooting the receptionist daggers with her eyes because they both know that statement is not at all an innocent remark.
Just like most typical Africans, this receptionist could not mind her business, and had to stylishy chip in a crude impression.
Indirectly tagging Esther a 'call girl'.
You have to be an experienced Nigerian to be able to decode such sarcasm and Indirect insults.
Esther makes for the elevator and after a few seconds of peace, quiet, and inhaling the beautiful scent of the hotels lavish elevator, the doors of the elevator soon opens, Ushering her into a lobby with doors on both sides and paintings in between each beautiful door.With the room numbers crested on each wooden door.
She wonders how Kunle can afford to spend a night in this grand hotel. Talk more of a week which he has spent already.
Now don't get her wrong, Kunle is a well to do man. However, he just graduated from university last year and works as a banker in a private banking firm.
His pay is high enough to put food on his table, dress him and put a roof over his head, but honestly not enough to afford such a grand and equally expensive hotel.
She sometimes wonders if he is into another line of business and even hopes he isn't into dirty deals and all. Because each time she asks, he always covers it up with another topic and has never really given her an explanatory reply.
She strides elegantly till she reaches room door 105. She takes her time to brush the wrinkles off her dress with her palms before taking a deep breath and then she proceeds to ring the door bell.
Kunles voice calls from the other side; "Coming"After a few seconds, Kunle opens the door.
"Hello sugar, you made it! " He exclaims as he takes the sight of her in.
"Yes. Do you see now that how much you mean to me? I risked alot to make it here. "Esther replies.
"Yes I do. "He replies with yet another dashing smile."Come in dear" He adds. Stepping aside for Esther to come in.
"Let me guess, you used the church trick? "He questions as he shuts the door."Wha.. How did you know that? " Esther questions in astonishment.
"Well, it only makes sense. You show up looking so hot and yet without any makeup or jewelery. "He replies.
"Is it necessary?" Esther questions as she sits on the bed.
"Well, the choice is yours to make. I am planning on taking you out tonight so... "Kunle replies.
"In that case, I came prepared to fix that. "Esther replies with a chuckle as she pulls out a makeup purse from her bag.
"Ha! Women!" Kunle exclaims on seeing this. Causing Esther to laugh
Narrators POV;He walks out of the room and Esther takes off her scarf, arranges her hair and gets to business with her makeup. Not failing to access the room while it.Kunle walks back into the room and acts like Esthers presence is nonexistent. He moves towards the wardrope and begins to undress.He first takes off his shirt, and then his vest, to reavel his chest and well built body. He then takes off his trouser and places it on the bed.The next thing that happens, is Esthers voice breaking the silence. She had been watching silently all along."Kunle, what are you doing? " she questions in alarm. Her eyes wide in fear."What does it look like I am doing? Cooking indomie? You can clearly see I am undressing. " He replies whilst gesturing with his hands at the clothes on the bed. The ones he just took off."Why? Kunle, is this what you called me here for? How could you even think like that? You know I am not that type of girl. I am not r
Esther POV;I blush uncontrolably when Kunle releases my lips and takes hold of my hand."Shall we? "He questions and I nod with a blush. Kunle and I chat as we walk to where Kunle has planed for us. We walk for about a minute and the atmosphere is filled with noise, after walking a little longer, the noise slowly morphs into loud music blaring from the huge speakers from what seems to be the hotels club.I tensen in fear as this the first time I am actually going to a club. However, to please a guy like Kunle, you need to be a little bad girl.For instance, Kunle thinks I drink, but I never have. He thinks I smoke, but I don't even know how to use a lighter, he thinks I have gone clubbing severally before, but this is my first time.A few of the things Kunle is correct about is that; he is my first boyfriend, gave me my first kiss and that I am a virgin. The last part is something he so desperately wants to change bu
Narrators POV; Later the same night, Derrick just arrived at Lisas house. As he drives in, he slows down to hand the gate man who would not stop hailing him, a thousand naira note and the gateman begins to shower him with prayers to show appreciation. Derrick drives into the compound and parks his car in his usual spot. He is excited about the possible odds the night will bring. He sits in his parked car absently tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing from his radio. He begins to imagine what would happen once he steps into the house standing before him. A feel of electric current washes through his system and he comes out of his trans, giving a mischievous smile. After turning off his cars engine, he proceeds to the entrance of the house like a star walking towards a stage for an award. The house is very stylish. Infact, too grand t
Esthers POV; I wake up in the hotel room where I came to meet Kunle yesternight. I have a horrible headache and my entire body hurts. I have been properly tucked into bed. Kunle is such a darling to have... To have... To have what? How did I get here? When did I get here? What happened yesterday? And where is Kunle? Many questions begin to form in my mind and a sharp pain shoots through my head from behind. That's my body's signal to me to take a things easy if I don't want this headache to transform into a Migraine. I sit up slowly, in an attempt not to irritate my already hurting head. I call out Kunles name as I have not seen him since I woke up. When I called for what I consider to be enough, I pick up the telephone beside the bed and place a call to the reception. The voice assures me that Kunle has not been seen downstairs. What's going on? A breeze of realization hits me and
Lisa walks into her bed room a finds Derrick shirtless and carelessly sprawled over her bed. She is in a night dress. Very long. Ankle length and big enough to hide her perfect curves. She stares at Derrick for a while before proceeding to the window on the other side of the room. She pulls both curtains apart. Allowing the beautiful morning Sundays spill into the room in an attempt to wake Derrick, but she action makes no difference as instead of waking him, the sun plants a tender kiss on his bare back and he acknowledges this by shifting into a more comfortable position. Lisa walks back to the other side of the bed with her hands on her hips. Wondering what she could do to wake him up. She drifts off when memories of the last night begin to flood her mind, and a smile of satisfaction creeps unto her face. Derricks POV; I wake up to find my beautiful Lisa standing before me. Her hands Akimbo(on her waist){Nigerian Song}She seems to b
Narrators POV; Derrick walks back into the house and occupies the seat on the North side of the dining table. Well Aware that is the seat Lisa's father would occupy if he was home. If by any chance Mr. Davenport. Lisa'ss Father, was to come home and find Derrick on his seat, murder won't be too far fetched from Mr. Davenports list of reactions. But who is to blame Derrick? As the alpha man in the house and the current boyfriend of the one in charge, it's only befeating to act like it. Lisa soon exits the kitchen with a tray in her hands. A tray on which rests two flasks. She sets them on the table and is about to leave, when she catches Derrick in the nick of time trying to open one. She quickly truns around and swats his hand causing him to withdraw it in pain. "No touching till I say so. "She orders pointing her finger at him. If you could picture a mother warning a child, that is exactly what this two l
Derricks POV; That little twerp! How dare she? With he tiny body, she should be grateful I wasn't in the mood to snap her in two!I know it's my fault alright? But she seriously needs to learn how to keep it together! She can't go around snapping at me. I mean who would ever want to marry such a contraption of moods? Fuck! I need to calm down. To think this shit through with a clam head. No Lisa, less profit. I'm a working class man, but dating someone like Lisa is the life! VIP passes at clubs, meals at five star resurants, and so much more. Her money and the life she offers are the only reason I'm still with her, and I'm done with my plan so I can't afford to loose her. I need to think of a way to fix this. Asides loosing the money, I don't want to loose her perfect body. Not till I have had enough of it. To clear my head, I turn on my cars radio and Hate The Other Side be Juice WRLD & Marshmello floods my car.&nbs
Esthers POV; I wake up to my fathers tender but strong fingers on my shoulder shaking me out of my sleep. I got home by 7:30am and my father didn't seem worried about it. However, I still had to lie to him. I told my father that I was stuck in traffic after an hours prayer session and that was enough to get him out of my hair... I hope. "What happened? otin sún lataro. " He asks as he sits beside me on my bed. (You have been sleeping since morning) {Yoruba} "Kosi, tori Virgil ti mo se ni " I reply sitting up. (It's nothing, it is because of the Virgil I observed) {Yoruba} Honestly, my entire body is aching and I feel the need to sleep. The menstrual circle I thought began today, had stoped by the time I got home. Which is... Strange. I would have to look into that a bit later. "Where is your brother? " My father questions me, and hike looking at my wall clock, and