Chapter 12

12

TANTALIZING PROMISES OF MONEY AND SEX .

I stayed indoors until I was sure my dad and his possible gay friend were ready to leave. I didn't want to look at their both irritating faces. Kalvin had lost his magic grip on me by this new knowledge. His sexy smirk and all that had disappeared from my head. There was no more room for him.

My dad would never leave home without a message for me. But I wish he wouldn't dare come to my door today.

What did he mean by that statement? I tried to portray it as a beef for the benefits of my mental relaxation last night, but it had failed to suit in any way.

Calling Kalvin babe could be considerable. But the combination of it and him as a dripping pussy must certainly mean something different from a mere beef, if it was one. Kalvin must actually be a baby for the male. What other explanation to the reason he left me with all the sexiness before him and slept. Because he didn't have an attraction for the female gender.

Fuck Kalvin!

Fuck Kalvin for turning me on with words when he knew his colour was pink.

“Baby.” My dad's voice came up to my door.

The moment I hated had finally come. My eyebrows knitted in fury. I waited for him to call me about 4 or 5 times. It's a part of pay-back-time for the stress he put me through last night.

“Baby!” He called again. I pretended not to be awake.

“Lily !” He screamed.

The strength in his voice prompted me to react to his call. I was bent not to be taken easily by that.

I waited for the next call, but it didn't come again. If he was gone, something must be waiting on my doorstep.

I came out of my room after a few minutes my dad left.

A piece of paper laid on the feet of my door. I expected it.

I am out with my friend. Would possibly be back at night. Take care of yourself, my baby. Call me if you need anything.

A sudden evil urge came on me. I tore the paper up in fury.

Both of them were probably going to end up in some hotel to do their thing. The thought of that made me sick.

How could my dad be taming a fellow man?

Why did he divorce my mum before her death?

There could be a possible connection. Who knows if my mum had died through a heartbreak of what no one else knew?

What if he comfortably left my mum because he knew he had a more desired alternative?

Unsettling questions bothered my tender heart, irking me the more.

Now I see why my dad sent me to a man’s room by almost midnight and left me there to get himself a sleep. His only daughter for goodness sake! It broke my heart, but not anymore. The reason is clear. He knew Kalvin wasn't a complete male to desire me.

Yesterday night and this morning marked two depressing incidents for me. Too bad for a one and only daughter. A last born and a small girl of just 21.

****

My phone rang, I was too lazy to check who it was. I knew it could be my dad calling to know if I saw the short note on my door post. Or Kova possibly would have gotten close.

“Hey.” I said to Kova on the phone.

“I'm at medley street.”

“I'm home. Come on.”

I came out to the sitting room downstairs waiting for him.

The door bell rang and Kova came in his usual way. Once I told him to come on, he knew my dad was away.

“Most beautiful Angel.” He said, forming a smile from the end of his lips.

The ways of men when they have a plan that involves taking off a beautiful lady's clothes, I assured myself. Previously such words moved me like I was senseless. Even though knowing it probably wasn't coming from a committed heart. But since Kova failed my hands, reality dawned on me that men could use sweet words with just the intention to deceive.

“I am Lilysaint.” I retorted.

“How have you been? I have really missed you.”

“I haven't been any good. So much shit happening around me.”

“What shit is that, when I'm active to make you good.”

“Things I can't talk about. Have a seat.” I told him, being reserved with my words. I hated having him comfortable around me lately. It could make him dare to cross boundaries.

I gave him the invitation because I needed someone to talk to. I needed to unload a whole lot off my head.

“You’d better let me know. I am available to share your problems.”

I turned to see his face clearly. Available to share my problems…huh

“What about we go straight to business?” I said in a calm tone, keeping a face you hardly discern.

“What business are you talking about sweet sugar pie?”

“You wouldn't want to tell me you don't have my 1,000,000$, would you?”

“Oh that. Did you imagine I was coming with that much money in my pocket?” He stifled a laugh.

“So, why did you agree to the deal?”

“I'm not supposed to explain all that. You should know I missed you and I wanted to see you any way possible.”

“Without having the money you promised me?”

“Seeing you is more important than any money talk. Because for me, you are more precious than gold. More valuable than diamonds. Even more beautiful than lilies. And that makes sense to me.”

“Did you just finish rehearsing…” I withdrew the remaining words. I wanted to ask him if he just rehearsed those words before coming here to use them on me. He was yet to understand that those words don't work with my system any more.

“Well for me, money matters more than any other talk, more than any other man, even more than any sweet talker who rehearsed smooth words to make a lady feel there is a possible heaven on earth, and she was right in it.” I knitted my brows, unconcerned with whatever way he chose to feel about the last remark.

Kova was silent for a while. Perhaps he was trying to gather my last words. Or he was feeling bad for them. Whichever one it was shouldn't be my bag. Why should I even care when he came all the way here, making me a fake deal just to see me. Even though I knew he didn't have such money, I expected some kind of probable magic or rare impossibilities becoming possible.

Hence he didn't meet up to the deal, I was going to make this meeting not worth it. I promised myself.

“So I'm the one who sweet talks ladies with a bad motive?”

“I haven't mentioned that, you did.”

“Babe, why have you changed so much lately? A lot changed too soon. You now behave like I am a nightmare to you.”

A nightmare is understated, I said to myself. You made me lose my first hard saved virginity. I have refused to give even the cutest boy in my street and in my church. I turned all of them down because I intended to spend it with the man who put a golden ring on my finger. And now Kova caused me to give it to a man old enough to be my dad. Insanity!

I was tempted to tell Kova the story. But if I did, his next move was going to be a plan to get into my pants knowing there was no more seal on it. And I perceive Kova was going to probably leave me if he had enough taste of my creamy bud. He was still hovering around with the hope of bending me over some day and holding my long hair and giving it to me the hard way possible after a long time of waiting for it. Something in me tells me Kova was still around because he hadn't tasted me. And he keeps getting closer at every encounter.

“That's how I have become. It will be nice to get used to it.”

“Lily please. You are killing me slowly. Tell me what I need to do to restore our old times. I have really missed these beautiful moments.” Kova said, kneeling before me.

A merciful sensation poured all over me. I felt like drawing him up to my chest and giving him one of my breasts to suck like I would do to my own birth baby as comfort.

“What would you have me do to make you happy for life and stop bothering me?” I told him, feeling somewhat emotional for him.

“Love me again and have my baby in your womb.” He said staring up to meet my face with pitiful eyes.

I gulp in the air. “Just that?”

“Yes, that.”

“Stand up and take off your clothes. We may have to start from the later@ your baby in my womb.”

He shot me a surprise glare. Words wanted to flow from him. Perhaps not wanting to turn me off with words. He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt.