He saw me and waved to me. I was on two thoughts whether to go over and meet him or make a run for it. At the end, I found myself approaching him.
" You, Kelvin?" He asked with a coarse blood chilling voice.
I nodded. " Yes. Who are you?"
" The name is Hank, come with me," he answered and began walking away with my suitcase.
If he hadn't been wearing that fancy suit, I wouldn't had followed him. There was something dangerous about that man. I began to get shaky again.
We walked out together to the parking lot where a black Limousin was waiting for me.
Like for real? A Limousin! A whole limo just for me?
I gaped at it, feeling special and astonished at the same time. This Mrs Johnson must be quite a woman. I've never seen a real Limousin except in movies. Now, I'm was going to be driven in one.
Hank stopped by the side of the car and opened the back seats for me.
I still couldn't believe my eyes. " I'm I really going to be driven in that thing?"
He nodded then added. " Mrs Johnson is waiting for you. We should get moving."
Ofcourse, why not? This was more like it. I hopped into the lush cushioned seats of the limo and relaxed like a king. The seats felt like clouds. There was a rug on the floor, a television, a telecommunication device, I even saw an ice bucket with wine. This was luxury, I was enjoying it.
Hank got into the driver's seats and we drove off towards banana island. On our way to the island, I popped the wine and poured myself a drink. I noticed Hank watching me from the rear mirror but I didn't mind. If I'm going to make a good impression on this mysterious billionairess, I was going to do it with style. I began practicing what to say when I meet her.
Banana island was close to the ocean and from what I've heard about this place, it was a millionaire's playground. Everything here ranging from petrol to houses were murderously expensive. We passed some houses and estates and for a while I thought I was in London. I saw a lot of people moving up and down in beach wears and glasses, I also saw a lot of white men. Man, if this was a dream, I prayed I'd never wake up.
We drove on for the next ten minutes before we finally arrived at this fifteen-foot high gates which were guarded by two men in black uniforms. They saluted as they swung opened the gates. I began to have a feeling I was someone important here. Then we arrive at this massive mansion. It was the most impressive building I've ever seen in my life, like something out of the Aladdin's cave: a huge, white building with a luxurious architectural structure that blew my mind.
At the front of the house was a fountain of running water, around the fountain were six outstanding cars. A G-wagon, two Mercedes Benz, a new Porsche model, a red Ferrari and a monster truck.
My mouth hanged opened at these super cars. This was wealth. I've never seen anyone with such an amazing fleet of cars. The G-wagon was the most impressive of the lot. It gleamed at me and I stared back, hopelessly falling in love with this mysterious billionairess. From what I've seen Soo far, she must be a crazy car freak. She has great taste, I'm impressed.
Hank parked the Limousin before a carved Mable steps that led to the door of the mansion. He got out and held the door opened for me. I got out with my suitcase and stood on the Mable steps.
" Mrs Johnson would be with you, any moment soon," Hank said and returned back to the Limousin, driving it away.
The moment he was gone, the front door to the mansion opened and that's when I saw her.
She was as far as I can tell, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She was in her late twenties, compactly built and dressed in a green pleated skirt and an open neck silk blouse that exposed her popping boobs. She had one of those beautiful skins that I*******m models have. Her beautiful long hair, ran like a fountain down her slender shoulders. She had a good standing nose that curved down to full succulent red lips. Her face was built in a cute oval shape that was exciting and tempting to look at. her eyes were big and wide set, and her figure was perfectly cut out to make a man go crazy.
She wasn't just beautiful, she was attractive with a sensuality that commanded attention and lust. Beautiful girls rarely interest me but this girl excited the man in me. If this was Mrs Johnson, Man I'd say I'm indeed the most luckiest guy in the universe. I just couldn't wait to get my hands on her and show her how much of a man I am.
She walked up to me and extended a hand. " You must be Kelvin, welcome to banana island."
I was surprised, she was offering me a handshake? This was something I hadn't expected from a billionairess. She didn't even look taken by my good looks. Her face was expressless and hard, as if the sight of me disgust her.
I took her hand and we shooked briefly. I need to be sure if I was talking to the right woman so I asked, " Are you, Mrs Johnson?"
She rolled her eyes and turned away instead. " If you will follow me."
Meaning she wasn't Mrs Johnson. I liked her but this b*tchy attitude of hers wasn't going to get her any where with me. I don't suppose she and I would get along. I followed her, dragging my suitcase with me.
The living room was a paradise. Potted palm plants were fixed at every corner, the walls were designed with African patterns of various colors. A bright crystal chandelier dangled from above me which caused me to catch my breath. The chairs were worth millions judging from their quality and designs. The stairs were brightly lit with disco lights which danced around the walls. I was baffled by all of these. It was the most expensive sitting room interior decoration I've ever seen.
" My name is Doris," the lady said, leading me away from the living room towards an office. " I am Mrs Johnson's personal assistant."
Doris eh? Such a beautiful name if only she wasn't such a difficult person. " Well, where is she?"
She opened the office and ushered me in. " She's upstairs, in her room. But I'd like us to get down to business before I take you to her."
This caught me by surprise. " Was this just a one night engagement stuff and I'd all be over?"
Doris went behind her desk and sat down. " Not necessarily. Have a seat, Kelvin. I'm about to tell you why you are here. But first I want to know, why do you think you are here?"
I sat down, dropping my suitcase beside me. " Well, I can't really say but I think I'm here because Mrs Johnson demanded my services."
She brought out a piece of paper and began Making notes. " And what services do you render?"
I felt uncomfortable talking about my profession with this but all the same I told her. " I hang out with rich women and give them a good time. I also satisfy their sexual needs and I get paid."
" Soo you think you were called all the way down here to sleep with Mrs Johnson and get paid?"
I glared at her. She made it sound like I was doing a ridiculous job. " Well, that's my profession. I specialize in bedrooms. It's what I do for a living."
She shooked her head. " I'm sorry but that wasn't the purpose why you were called here"
I opened my mouth to say something but she interrupted me. " Kelvin, Mrs Johnson is a respectable woman of high social standing. She's not interested in a sex scandal with just any stranger. She has taste and class for everything she wants and does. You are going to start thinking above sex and focus on what would make her happy " I don't get it," I shifted closer to her. " If it's not about sex then why was I called here?" Doris leaned back on her seat and drummed her fingers on the desk. " Mrs Johnson wants a boyfriend. You see, her husband, Mr Johnson, died a very mysterious death a couple of years ago. No one knows how or where his corpse was but then you have it. She claimed his wealth and everything he left to her in his will. Mrs Johnson was devastated by her husband's mysterious death and she'd kep
I was being led upstairs by Doris to the studies. Someone was playing a grand piano Inside and I had a crazy feeling Mrs Johnson was playing. "And now," Doris said, turning to meet my eyes. " Time for you to meet Mrs Johnson Aisha. And she opened the door. I wandered into the room and saw a maid standing beside a young woman. The young woman was playing the piano with soo much flourish and spirit that it gave the room life and brightness. I wandered around her as Doris walked towards her, clapping her hands. " Mrs. Johnson, your guest have arrived." Instantly, she stopped playing I waited for a while, watching as Mrs Johnson's maid helped to turn around to face me. My heart froze and my face turned into
Doris was waiting for me in the Limousin when I came down from the steps. Hank opened the door to let me in. I ignored the gruffy groan that boiled in his throat and got inside the Limo. Doris was busy with her iPad. She seemed to be making arrangements with contacts for whatsoever it was she was doing. " So," I asked, relaxing like a king. " Where are we going?" " You will know when we get there," she replied curtly without giving me another glance. I frowned, not liking the way she just spoke to me. The limo sounded and was moving out of the big mansion. I was Soo excited about this outing and I couldn't tell why. Maybe it's because I was goin
Hold the phone! Did she just..... Did she just called me a street rat? How dare she? Who does she thinks she is? Doris just stepped on the Lions tail. I'm going to pay her back for thisFinally we arrived home and I went to my room to get dressed and prepared for dinner tonight with Mrs Johnson. I wasn't looking forward to dinner but I knew I had to do it if I was to pull this deal off I can barely imagine it. $500,000 dollars just for doing Soo little as dating a bony young billionairess. I began imagining what I can do with such a big sum. My room had a luxurious jacuzzi tub that blew my mind. I spent an hour relaxing over the warm steaming water that sank my entire body in. It was the first time I've ever enjoyed a Jacuzzi. When I got out of the bathroom, I received a te
The telephone blared loudly that it shooked me. I took it and spoke. " Yes?" It was Doris. " Mrs Johnson's company manager would like to see you at the Star light restaurant this afternoon before your dinner with her." I screwed up my eyes. " See me? What for?" " You are meeting him by 3:39.pm. He sticks by his time so you will have to be punctual," she said instead of answering my question. I grip the receiver tightly as I stared blankly at the ocean outside my room. " Where is this starlight restaurant?" " It's a popular restaurant around banana island. Hank is coming with you." I didn't want that ape called Hank being all over me in town so I responded sharply. " I'm not taking Hank with me, got that?" " And why? We are to keep sight of you at all times and besides, we thought it might be reasonable if you had a guard." " I don't need a guard," I growled. " I can take good care of myself. And speaking of keeping sight of me at all t
He studied my clothes, my rings and my necklace and he smiled. " You are really getting a big bang out of this contract aren't you?" I crossed my legs, feeling relaxed like a boss. " Yeah, I'm loving it. Thank you." He cleared his throat. " My apologies, how rude of me. I forgot to place your orders to the waiter. What would you take?" My eyes wandered to the married rich women sex eyeing me and I grinned. Well, what do you know, I'm Soo irresistible. But unfortunately I'm way past them for now. I've got a contract to finish first. I returned my eyes back to Austin. I noticed he was taking coffee and reading the newspapers so I decided to play along with his taste. " Just get me coffee. I've eaten lunch." He seemed impressed and he snapped his fingers. Like magic, a waiter appeared from nowhere. " Get this gentleman here, your best coffee and make it snappy." " Yes sir," and the waiter took off as if fired from a gun. " So," Austin crossed hi
Contract Day: 1🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶I’m so gee’d up my bro, Am sorry If it’s not money , don’t call me ohIts been a long way coming E no go make sense if you don’t know the journey🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 That's one thing I love about Nigerian music. They give me that crazy vibes. I stood in front of my mirror, staring at the man before me as the music from my speakers boomed loudly in the room. I looked handsome, I looked gorgeous, I looked take away. Omo money good ooo! The suit was a perfect fit, the golden wrist watch was an outstanding match and the black shoes on my feet were as sexy as my dark glasses. I was ready for my big dinner date tonight. Who says money is the root of all evil? Only a poor man would. Moving like a king that I felt I was, I walked out of my room and ran down the stairs towards the doorway where two servant opened it and bowed as I approached. That's right, make way for the king. The news of how I'd hand
Mrs Johnson and I clicked glasses and began dinner. Trust me, it was the best dinner I've had in years. This place might be expensive but it got quality and class. A band was playing on a raise platform which made the dinner all the more calming and soothing. Doris and Hank sat opposite us. They were having wine and talking about something. From the way Doris eyes kept jamming mine, I could tell she was talking about me. Vera sat alone a little further away from us in case she was needed for. I studied her, she looked pretty lovely in that blue dress. Such a shame she was sitting all alone without a man by her side. She sat with her hand to her left cheek, staring uninterestingly at the band playing. Young girls don't interest me but this girl was pipping my interest in her faster than I know it. " Kelvin," Mrs Johnson called my attention. " I don't know much about you. Why don't you tell me more about yourself?" I returned my eyes back t