Lara stepped out of the bathroom after finishing her bath and walked into the room where Janet was already dressed in a skimpy pink gown. If Janet bent over, you could clearly see her behind.
Lara asked, "Are you going out tonight?"
Janet replied, "Yes, what else would I do, sleep?"
Janet laughed, but Lara frowned, walking over to the exquisite bed and sitting down, admiring the silk bedspread as she relaxed.
Janet said, "Your dress is on the bed. Madam asked me to lend you some of my clothes as you will be going out with me tonight."
Lara frowned, "Going out? I'm not going anywhere with you."
Ignoring Lara's response, Janet stood by the wall mirror in her room and started applying her makeup.
Janet said, "I don't have time to argue with you, Lara. And honestly, you complain a lot." *Frowned.*
Lara retorted, "You caused all of this. I'd rather be back in the village sipping garri than be here with you in the city doing nonsense."
Madam Alora knocked on Janet's room door and entered, noticing Lara seated on the bed while Janet was dressed in a short pink gown. She turned to Lara and asked, "Why are you still seated? Stand up and get dressed quickly."
Lara frowned as she stood up and went to her tattered traveling bag, unzipping it as Madam Alora observed.
Madam Alora watched as Lara pulled out a torn pant, and she gasped, "What's the meaning of this nonsense?"
Startled, Lara looked at Madam Alora and asked, "Is it me or my pant?"
Madam Alora confirmed, "Yes, it's yours. You can't wear that torn pant and bra out. Jeez! You're going out with a prominent billionaire, not some local client. Janet!"
"Yes, Madam," Janet replied.
Madam Alora instructed, "Give her one of your pants and make sure to buy new clothes and panties for her tomorrow."
"Okay, Madam," Janet agreed.
Lara frowned, watching as Janet took out a transparent and tiny pant from her wardrobe.
Lara gasped, "What's this? I can't wear this nonsense."
Madam Alora stared at Lara in disbelief. She picked up the torn pant with distaste and exclaimed, "Look at this torn pant you want to wear out. It even has holes and has been sewn in many places. I can't believe a beautiful young lady like you would consider wearing this."
Throwing the pant on the floor, Madam Alora picked up the pant Janet offered and held it up. "Ladies like you should wear classy panties that accentuate your curves, not local, dirty ones."
Lara frowned, "Why does anyone care about my panties? It's under my clothes anyway."
Madam Alora insisted, "Enough! Put this on."
Reluctantly, Lara took the new pant from Madam Alora and put it on, the fit leaving little to the imagination.
Madam Alora praised, "Now, this is how a pant should fit. Janet, show me the gown you picked out for her. Does she need a bra with it?"
Janet handed Madam Alora a short red sexy gown, and Madam Alora approved, "Perfect! Wear this and ditch the torn bra."
Lara's frown deepened. She couldn't fathom why she needed to dress so provocatively if she was just meeting a client. She refused to accept the gown or wear it.
Madam Alora asked sternly, "Are you putting it on or not? Should I call Jack? I can easily throw you out to find your way back to the village tonight."
Reluctantly, Lara took the red gown and wore it.
Feeling upset, Lara had no choice but to wear the red gown. She silently cursed Janet as she struggled with the tight dress, which accentuated her figure more than she preferred.
Madam Alora signaled her approval, "Perfect. Now, you're ready. Brush your teeth properly to avoid bad breath. Janet, ensure to look presentable and join me for dinner before you leave. You're both going to Billionaire Mike Ernest's new house. I've arranged everything, and Lara, you'll be paid triple."
"Understood, Madam," Janet replied.
As soon as Madam Alora left, Janet saw Lara crying again. She approached her and said, "I'm sorry."
"Don't touch me! You want me to go to a man's house without even offering me money to return home?" Lara lashed out.
Apologizing, Janet said, "I'm sorry."
"Leave me," Lara demanded. "Where's the toothbrush and toothpaste as Madam insisted on brushing my teeth before meeting the client?"
Janet smiled, handing Lara the items, "Here, be quick."
Angrily, Lara snatched the toothbrush from Janet and started brushing her teeth vigorously.
With or without regular brushing, Lara had naturally white teeth. Yet, Madam Alora had insulted her, accusing her of having bad breath.
Deeply upset, Lara decided she'd confront Madam Alora once she had the chance. She refused to be used for monetary gain from men.
Finished brushing her teeth, Lara emerged from the bathroom to find Janet gone. Sighing, she approached the large wall mirror in the room to admire her reflection.
She was beautiful and wondered why her mother had chosen to marry an older man despite many eligible suitors vying for her hand. Lara promised herself she would not entertain any romantic advances until she was ready for marriage.
Despite reaching adulthood, she hadn't taken any relationships seriously, focusing solely on finding a suitable husband. There were rumors in the village about her mother's past that tainted her reputation, making some wary of associating with Lara.
Janet walked into the room and stared at Lara. Then she spoke, "Lara, are you through brushing your teeth? Come, let me give you a makeover." Lara responded, "No." Janet asked, "Why? You cannot step out like this." Lara replied, "I don't need any stupid makeover. I'm okay like this." Janet frowned and said, "Okay, but come, let me help you comb your hair, and you wear one of my wigs." Lara asked, "Can't we just go like this?" Janet replied, "No." Lara frowned and said, "Okay." Lara finally walked back to the chair that Janet had pulled out in front of the mirror. She sat down and watched as Janet combed her long blonde hair and tied it into a ponytail. Janet said, "Your hair is so long and silky. I doubt you still need to wear any wig, but you know, madam, you have to look hot and cute." Lara kept quiet and watched as Janet oiled her palms and rubbed it on her hair. Then Janet said, "I don't think you still need to wear the wig. As you washed your hair now after bathing, it m
Lara frowned upon listening to the two security men, and the hefty man driving the car came down. The hefty man said, "Come on, go, let him search you!" Lara shuddered in fret, "No, he cannot touch my boobs." James laughed aloud as they were all black men, and he truly admired Lara's boobs. Lara wasn't wearing any bra underneath her bigger boobs, leading him to ask, "What do I need your boobs for? Answer me now, or do you want to stay outside while they drive inside?" Lara shuddered and replied, "No." Lara frowned, and Janet walked up to her side, saying, "Go, Lara, let him search you. I doubt he will do anything silly; just endure his touch." Lara responded, "It's easy for you to say, but he cannot touch me." Lara continued to refuse, and James called out, "Peter!" The hefty man replied, "Yes." James said, "Take only the first lady inside, let her remain here." Lara replied, "No.. Okay, come and search me now." James smirked and ordered her, "Come over here!" Lara frowned
Mike walked into his parlor and stared at Lara in shock. He asked, "What's the meaning of this?" Mike was surprised to see Lara crying. His brows furrowed at her while Lara stared at him, her eyes red from crying. Their gazes met briefly before she looked away, her eyes landing on the tiled floor. Mike burst out laughing, surprising Lara. He walked slowly towards her, but she took a few steps back, finally falling onto the executive couch behind her. As she sat down forcefully, Mike approached her. He looked breathtakingly handsome and dark, even bare. "Are you trying to prove to me that you're innocent or forced to come here?" Mike asked. Lara responded with a simple, "Yes." Nodding, she avoided meeting his eyes. She was visibly afraid of him, remembering her village friend's warning that intimacy could be painful. She recalled being advised to choose a man who truly loved her, not just a random guy. Yet here she was with a man whose health status was unknown to her. Mike leane
Lara stayed in the parlor, afraid to walk out and meet Joseph. She cried as she walked back to the executive sofabed to relax. She sat carefully on the sofabed she had stood up from when Mike had taken off her shoes. She slowly lay down on the black sofabed, feeling tired with puffy eyes from crying too many hot tears. She shook, knowing the handsome guy was close to sleeping with her. Lara couldn't go outside to meet those men either, as she saw them gawking at her at the mansion entrance gate and even harassing her. She cried herself to sleep, and the following morning, she woke up to a gentle tapping on her shoulder that startled her awake. Mike said, "Hello, why are you still here? I thought I asked you to meet with Joseph last night." The day had fully broken, and Mike stepped out dressed in a black business suit to leave for work. As it was a full working Monday morning, Mike glanced at his parlor wall clock and saw it was exactly 7:30am. When he looked back at the sofabed,
Peter stared at Janet through the rearview mirror of the car as he matched the car's brake and asked, "Are you sure you're coming down?" Janet replied, "Yes, sir. My friend doesn't know her way and she might get lost." Peter said, "Okay. My job with you is done. I will let the boss know when he returns. Get down now." Janet pushed her side door open, dropped down from the car, and walked back to meet Lara. Lara saw Janet approaching her and immediately ran back to the gate to meet James, while Simon frowned and asked her, "Where are you running to? What kind of lady are you?! Do you want me to call the police or unleash the dogs on you?" Lara shuddered and stared back at Simon. She replied, "No, sir, please, sir. I cannot go with her." Lara pointed back to Janet, and Janet frowned. "What has come over you, Lara? Let's go now and stop acting hysterical." Lara replied, "No! I'm not going anywhere with you. It's better for you to take me back to the village or leave me alone!" Jan
Mike sighed after the call with his father ended. He asked himself, "What does father want from me again? Haven't I left home for good?" Mike swirled his office seat around and stared at his wristwatch. As he was still seated on his executive black couch, he noted, "6pm already. I guess I should start going there now, as I cannot sleep there for a night." Mike stood up to leave his office, knowing his father had been complaining about his Casanova nature, as he hosted a lot of women. While his mother's complaints were the worst before he finally moved out of their mansion. Mike remembered his mother telling him, "Son, there are a lot of sexual diseases out there. Your father and I just want the best for you. You need to stop hosting different ladies and stop bringing shame to our family." Mike responded, "What do you mean by shame, mom? Don't many of my age-mates have girlfriends, and even wives? Most of these young ladies out there don't love me and are only after my money." Mrs
Just as Mike walked out to the frontage veranda to leave, his father arrived and smiled at him. His father spread his arms widely open to welcome him. Mr. Richard said, "Welcome home, son." Mike responded, "Good evening, father," frowning slightly. Mr. Richard asked, "Are you already leaving now? Come, let's go inside and discuss why I wanted to see you. I had to rush down here before you left." Mike said, "I'm actually leaving now, father. I told you I didn't want to sleep in this house." He continued to frown. Mr. Richard asked, "And why is that, Mike? Is this not your home? Anyways, I won't waste much of your time; come, let's go inside now to discuss, and you stop wasting your time too." Mike sighed and followed his father back into the living room. His mother, sister, and Stella had already finished eating and stood up to welcome his father. Gloria greeted, "Welcome back, dad." Stella said, "Good evening, sir." Mrs. Cindy spoke, "Welcome home, honey." Mike frowned as he
Joseph immediately ran out of the kitchen as he had finished preparing dinner. He was the butler and the manservant of the house, trusted to do the cooking whenever Mike was home, as Mike didn't have any female staff. Joseph responded, "Yes, boss!" Mike said to Joseph, "Show her to a room below." Joseph answered, "Okay, boss. Come with me, Miss." Lara breathed a sigh of relief, a beautiful smile curving on her face. She immediately rushed to Mike's leg, holding him by kneeling down beside him to thank him. Lara said, "Thank you, sir. May God bless you." Mike, looking surprised, cursed, "Oh! Can you please stop touching me? You can stand where you were before and say your thank you to me. Don't you dare touch me again!" Mike warned and walked away from Lara, assuming she didn't realize the effect she had on him. Mike cursed, "Imagine her rubbing me with her big boobs, making me feel hot. I'm definitely going to regret allowing her to stay here with me." Mike walked away, and La