" But that doesn't mean you should be sleeping around with married women." I placed my hands together and regarded her. " I'm not the one to be blamed, Mrs Johnson. What I do is render services. I never forced any woman to bed. I only make arrangements and satisfy her needs. These married woman have husbands too but these husbands are either too busy with work and business to care about their wive's sexual needs. Sex is a very vital thing in marriage. When a man fails to satisfy a woman's sexual needs, he is a complete failure. His wife sees him as nothing irrespective of how wealthy or rich he is. A woman needs care, attention, love and most importantly, a good sex. I provide all these needs for a reasonable amount. It's not just about the sex, it's about the love, tenderness and attention that matters. These rich men have mistresses and side chicks outside marriage so why wouldn't these unfortunate women have theirs too?" She didn't say anything which pr

I walked up to her and stood over her. She didn't know I was beside her for she kept looking at the direction my voice once came from. " Kevin, are you still there?" I quietly sneaked towards the grand piano and sat down quietly. My hands came down on the keyboard and I began playing. She listened, her face softening with an instructive expression. " Who's that? Who is playing?" I didn't say anything, I was playing with my instincts. I've never played a piano before but the tunes and Melodies the piano emits were my flow as I tried to rhyme them together to create the perfect rhythm. Mrs Johnson listened attentively and it was with an effort I tried not to laugh at myself because I never knew if I was playing. Vera came in with the drinks I ordered, saw me playing and listened as well. I played for the next ten minutes, listening to one Nigerian hip hop music booming from my ear pods. I was playing rubbish, I knew it. Then I stopped. Mrs

Day_4We led Mrs Johnson to the garden where her grand piano was kept waiting for her. If only she wasn't blind, she'd have seen the beauty that the garden created with the piano at the background.Mrs Johnson smelled the lovely scents of the flowers and leaves that filled the air. " I always love the garden. It's my favorite part of my house."" Good to know," I said, wheeling her from behind while Doris guided me." The both of you are acting strange," Mrs Johnson beamed. " I'll bet you're up to something."" Well, it's a surprise, Mrs Johnson," I stopped her before her piano and walked round her, sitting on the stool.Doris watched me as I stretched out my fingers and began playing.Mrs Johnson seemed startled and surprised to hear the piano playing in the garden. It took me a minute to get used to the tunes and rythm that flowed out of this musical instrument.I played for five minutes then stopped. Mrs Johnson clapped and it was good to see

[Contract #Day_5]Something fishy is going on in this house. I couldn't sleep last night and even this morning, I was scared of going out. A lot of questions bombarded my mind but I had no answers to any of them.I began to realize how risky this job was but there wasn't a thing I can do about it. I had signed a contract that's worth $500,000 and I'm still going to inherit an amassing wealth of $2.5 billion dollars. There's no way I can quit. There's no way I can back down. Sure enough, the house is beginning to creep me out but I can still stand it. After all, what I don't know can't hurt me. Or can it?My meeting with Vera yesterday really turned me into a paranoidic man today. I was suspicious of everyone; the cook, the gardeners, the security guards, Hank and Doris. I wasn't comfortable anymore in this house. Anyone of these people could be the one I saw last night in the cellar.I felt like I wasn't safe anymore. I don't know who I can t

Doris slipped on her socks and shoes as she prepared herself to leave. I laid in bed, watching her like a child. “Anytime you need to have sex, I’m available” her words rang in my head This woman had been nothing but incredible. Making love to her was like getting caught in a meat mincer. I had never experienced anything like it. Still, I never expected her to act the way she did. I just broke one of the rules and a very important rule at that. I cheated on Mrs Johnson. I cheated with her personal assistant. After our love making, my senses returned and it was with a fit of realization I began to regret my actions. " I bet you're thinking horrible things about me, aren't you?" Doris asked. I didn't care to look her way. " This was a mistake. I shouldn't had let this happened." Doris walked over to the standing mirror and began titivating herself. " You wanted it and I gave it to you. Isn't