Hello lovelies, this episode is rated 18 ooo. If you never reach 18 abeg, I take God beg you, jump the ghen ghen ghen part. If you dream dreams, my hand is not deir. Bikonu, enjoy
Muna stood in front of the door to the Penthouse suite in Pride’s Hotel at 9:55pm. She wondered what she was doing there in the first place. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to go in, but the same force that had propelled her to leave her house at 7pm was still at work. It was clearly a battle between her brain, heart and body. Her brain clearly lost the battle. She wanted Ekemini….she wanted him with an intensity that scared her shit-less. When he kissed her she lost her mind, when he looked at her she became shy, when he held her-she never wanted to let go and yet she was as uncertain as the first day she had seen in watching her dance.
He was arrogant, selfish, annoying and too handsome for his own good. He was everything she did not want in a man, yet she yearned for him. She was three hours late and he had probably left the premises. The receptionist had been quite vague on disclosing his whereabouts, she’d just been pointed to the elevator and left to find her way. From all indications, Ekemini had been in the Penthouse suite at some point, but she doubted if he had cared to wait. He could have lost interest and left. But Muna would be damned if she came all the way and never found out what could have happen if he had actually waited for her. With that, she threw away the remnant of her tattered pride, took in a deep breathe and raised her hand to knock.
After waiting three hours and thirty minutes, she had finally shown up. Ekemini knew the exact moment she had gotten to the hotel (the receptionist had called immediately). Even now, he knew she was in front of the door drowning in an ocean of uncertainties. He was tempted to make the decision for her and open the door, but he wanted her to come to him of her own free-will. What he felt for her was too strong and he would not want to have her half-hearted devotion.
His heart thudded incessantly, he felt like a school boy about to have sex for the first time. The mixture of excitement and anxiety he felt now was far greater than what he felt when he had lost his virginity at the tender age of twelve.
Seconds ticked away, minutes seemed to fly. He wanted to yank the door open and pull her in but he held himself. Just when he began to think she had left, a faint knock sounded. He let out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding and waited for the second knock. It came….and it was louder than the first. He stood smirking and staring at the door and waited for the third. It came five seconds later and it seemed almost desperate. Fully satisfied that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he mentally patted himself on the back stretched his hand and opened the door.
Muna was rendered speechless. He didn’t look angry but his stance was intimidating, she loved his handsome face and pink lips but she hated his arrogant expression. It was clearly saying “I-knew-you-couldn’t-resist-coming” and she disliked it immensely. She stepped in and he closed the door behind her.
He walked to the mini bar and poured himself a glass of brandy. Muna was in awe of her surrounding. Never had she seen such opulence, she had heard that “The Pride” was beautiful but this was simply heavenly. She didn’t enjoy her elevator ride because she was nervous at the time. But now, she just stared at the decor. There was a connecting door left slightly ajar and she noticed a massive King-size bed with white sheets in the middle of the room.
Ekemini liked the look of unabashed admiration on her face. He liked the fact that she was so easy to read, so transparent. He crossed his legs and took another sip from his glass.
“You are late”. He said. Muna was snapped out of her reverie and she turned to him, he looked edible in his black jeans and white body hug shirt.
“I wasn’t sure I wanted to come”. She replied honestly.
Ekemini was surprised but he appreciated truthfulness. “What changed your mind?” He asked.
It was obvious he wanted to rile her up, Muna wondered why he seemed so aloof. She missed his smile and sweet nature, she wanted him to call her sweet names again, she knew he was probably angry she had poured her drink on him and she felt a pang of remorse, but he had deserved it at the time, he was acting more like the boss she knew.
“I don’t know”. She whispered.
She didn’t know but he knew, she was attracted to him and she couldn’t deny it. Ekemini knew she was nervous and he hated what he was doing, he didn’t like that she was uncomfortable but he was angry at her….and himself. She just stood in the middle of the large room looking small and out of place with her small hand-bag in front of her.
“Come here”. He said. He sounded sensual, Muna took small tentative steps towards him. Ekemini watched her till she stood directly before him. He finished off his drink and placed the glass on the stool beside him and drew her down on his lap. She was light and he enjoyed having her pert buttocks on his legs, but he didn’t move to hold her. He leaned back on the chair took out his cell phone and made a few calls. Muna was confused, was she supposed to kiss him, cuddle him or just sit on his legs like a puppet. He was so unpredictable, she moved to get up but he stopped her. He rubbed her back with one hand while he held the phone with the other. He pulled he closer and whispered “relax” to her while he continued to listen in on the call.
She reluctantly relaxed and leaned against him. She wondered if he was going to make love or just shag. She wanted to make love, she had never been made love to and she was far from experienced. Her last boyfriend had been her only boyfriend and she had never enjoyed sex with him, she wondered how Ekemini would be with her, she hoped he won’t call her cold and frigid like Chinedu. She didn’t like sex but she hoped he would be gentle, gone were her thoughts of revenge. She couldn’t go through with it not when she felt as she did and besides what could she possibly do to him anyway.
He ended the call after a curt “do it”.
“Are you hungry?” He asked
“No”. She replied.
“What do you want to do?” He asked
“Kiss you.” She replied with a smile.
“I’m all yours.” He chuckled. She loved the sound of his laugh. She knew she had surprised him with her request, she had surprised herself too. She leaned in and gave his lips a light caress, she put her arms round his neck and kissed the side of his mouth. She kissed his eyes, his nose, his cheek, she bit his jaw and he groaned. He had remained unresponsive till the bite, he drew her almost roughly to him and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her like his life depended on it. She matched his kisses with drugged kisses of her own, they clung to each other and were both lost in their world. Muna didn’t know where his tongue started and where hers ended. She felt a deep yearning in the pool of her belly. He bit her bottom lip and Muna moaned.
Ekemini wanted to jump her and ravish her right there on the chair, she was like a flower gently opening to him. He reined in his passion and reduced the vigour of the kiss and she followed suit. He stopped and picked her up bridal style and moved to the adjoining room. Muna knew what was next, she wasn’t afraid that she would be unresponsive, she was scared to be wild. Ekemini slowly undressed her and kept gazing at her beautiful body, she was more beautiful than all his imaginations. He put on the bed and stood beside her to take off his shirt, exposing a muscular body and wide chest.
Muna gawked at him and watched him join her on the bed, he took out a foil from and tore it open bringing out the condom. He continued kissing her, and stroking her nape. He kissed her all over her face, caressing her breasts and nipples, he nipped her ear lobes and she let out an anguished moan. His hands were all over her, there was an unspoken conversation between them. He satisfied her every sexual desire, he touched her wherever she wanted without direction. She wanted to touch him back, she put her hands on his chest and caressed his nipples, he jerked and grabbed her hands.
“Not yet, honey”. He groaned. “That will be my undoing”. He said almost harshly.
“But I want to touch you”. She argued. He silenced her with a kiss and continued exploring her body, he moved his hand down to her core and she jerked, moaning and tossing her head.
“Sshh”. He whispered. He loved her reaction, he loved her face, he was mesmerised by her lips. He continued wrecking havoc to her senses and barely restraining himself.
When they joined it was magnificent, she clung to him and ran with him to oblivion. She had never felt anything like this, it wasn’t painful, he wasn’t rough. He was considerate and kept asking “are you ok, babe?”. They chased each other and came crashing down to earth, it was simply cataclysmic. He eased out and held her in his arms. Muna had just had her first climax, she wanted to howl and tell the world that she wasn’t deformed, that she was normal and she wanted to tell Chinedu to suck it. She grinned happily and drifted off to sleep.
Ekemini watched her sleep, she was smiling some seconds ago, she was angelic when she slept. He wondered how many men she had slept with, it shouldn’t bother him besides she was a stripper but he cared. And it irked him that he did, he had never bothered about how many partners the women he slept with had, but here he was wondering who her first was. He went to take his bath. He had a meeting in Abuja at 8am on Monday. He had planned to stay with her through out sunday but he needed to sort out his emotions. With that he dropped an envelope on the dresser and without a backward glance left her sleeping alone in the room.
The chill in the room woke Muna up, she was carefully wrapped in a blanket but she was cold. She turned sleepily and tried to snuggle into Ekemini’s body but he wasn’t there. She opened her eyes and looked around her, she wrapped herself in the sheet and softly padded to the bathroom to check if he was there. When she didn’t see him, she went to the sitting room. She refused to believe that he had abandoned her, she opened all the doors and when her search turned futile she sat on the floor and wept, she wept for all the things she had done wrong, she wept because he had left her sleeping alone like a cheap whore, she wept because she had enjoyed her time with him too much.
Muna put on her clothes not bothering to bathe. She saw the envelope next to the lamp stand and without bothering to check the contents, put it in her bag. She checked her watch and saw it was 7:30am sunday morning, she took the elevator down and left the envelope with the receptionist. She was going home to have a good cry and wipe out the memory of best night of her life.
Two weeks had gone by since the last time Muna had seen Ekemini, 2weeks 3days 15hours and 32minutes. “Who’s counting anyway?” She thought. To make matters worse he hadn’t called her to bark orders at her, he hadn’t even asked his assistant to do so. She had been left with recurring dreams of their lovemaking, she went regularly to the club hoping he would come but he was no show. Muna was emaciating and she knew it, she tried to be happy but she couldn’t help feeling cheated. When he had said she would be his mistress, he had specifically said she would be his mistress for a time, did one night equate to the time he had meant? She knew she needed time and she would forget that night. She was supposed to hate him, she was supposed to despise him. Her life had been simple till he came and turned it upside down, she was an erotic dancer who had enjoyed teasing men but she was now the teased. She felt like a dog under a butcher’s table being handed a tiny morsel of meat and chased out. For the first time in her life she wished she wasn’t a stripper, she wished she had met him under better circumstances. She wasn’t in love with him, far from it but she felt used and slighted. She pushed all thoughts of him from her head and threw herself into her job.
Ekemini drove to “The Pride Hotel”. He hadn’t gone there since the last night he had spent with Jasmine. She hadn’t called him, he had been in a terrible mood all week. It had been amusing at first, then he became slightly annoyed and frustrated but in the last few days he had become almost aggressive, snapping at his workers and even his driver and cook. He wasn’t one to display emotions but it had become obvious that maintaining his aloofness was becoming increasingly difficult. The doors opened automatically as he walked into the reception. The receptionist saw him and smiled brightly.
“Good evening, Sir”. She said still smiling and fluttering her lashes.
“Do I have any messages?” He asked completely ignoring her greeting.
“Yes”. She replied solemnly and handed him a brown envelope. Ekemini took the package and recognised it instantly, it was the one he had left Jasmine. Apparently, it had never been opened.
“How long has this been in my safe?” He asked.
“Three weeks today, Sir. It’s been there since the last time you were here”. She answered in a very professional tone.
“Thank you”. Ekemini took the elevator to his suite. He opened the envelope and saw the credit card, complimentary cards and note he had left Jasmine. No wonder she hadn’t called, she hadn’t bothered to check the contents of the package. He was so relieved that he didn’t think of her reason for not accepting the package till he had had dinner and was well rested. Did she expect him to be there when she awoke? Was she angry he had left her alone? She should have checked the content of the envelope. She wasn’t only beautiful but she was headstrong as well. A stripper with principles, he threw back his head and laughed at the irony of the whole situation. He loved her spirit. Well, she would have to see him again, and God help her if she refused. Their time together had barely started.
Muna came in to do her final dance in the club. She was going to say fare-thee-well to her life of dancing and move on to less lascivious hobbies. Maybe she would pick a hobby from singing, playing any musical instrument or even start a sport but she was done dancing to entertain wealthy men. Most of her twenty four years on earth had been spent trying to live up to people’s expectations, first it was her family-trying to be the best in her class and when that failed, she tried to be a church girl and when she had asked her sunday school teacher “why if men were so smart why Samson had fallen for Delilah”, she had been called too inquisitive. Then when she asked Mama Bolaji, her Pastor’s wife, “If the apple in the bible Adam ate was sex”. She had been called a libertine. From that day she stopped caring about all things spiritual, she barely even believed in the existence of a supreme being. After her failure at being the church girl her family wanted, she gave up trying to please them and started pleasing herself. She learnt how to dance because she wanted to, she had studied Banking and Finance because she loved to count money, even though her parents wanted her to study medicine. She was comfortably the black sheep of the family and she had stopped caring.
Her father said she needed deliverance, her mother said her father’s first wife that had no children for him had re-incarnated through Muna to torture them, her elder brother felt her parents were just over-reacting to Muna’s way of life and her younger sister didn’t give a hoot about her existence. But Muna loved her dysfunctional family and had signed in for a month’s leave. She was going home after her last dance. She took extra care with her appearance and stared at her face in the mirror wondering if she there was something wrong with her. Jackson opened the door and walked in.
“So Muna, this is good-bye?” He looked almost sad staring at the dresser, his crossed eyes were too hilarious to pass off the look of sadness he was trying to let on. He looked like he was sad the dresser was being moved.
“Yes, I am”. Muna replied in a false sad tone. She was only sad she was going to miss out on some extra cash, she wasn’t sad that she didn’t have to keep asking if he was referring to her or any other person or furniture that had the misfortune of being in her vicinity when they talked.
“I’d miss you”. He said looking at the wall.
“No you would miss me bringing you a lot of money, you selfish bastard”. Muna thought.
“Awwww, I’d miss you too”. She gave a fake puppy dog face, while mentally grimacing at the idiot that had diverted his gaze to the cupboard above the dresser. Muna had become confused with Jackson’s eyes, she knew that when he stared at the dresser he was looking at her, but when he talked to the wall and cupboard she wondered what part of her he was talking to.
“You just dey mad oo, Muna”. She said in her head and mentally guffawed, she wished he’d just leave so she could laugh properly.
“I came to tell you that your last performance would be a private one, just be prepared and go into the blue room,your client is there”. He quickly left the room so she would have no objections. Muna sighed and reluctantly walked to the blue room, her heart beat accelerated as she remembered her last two encounters with Ekemini there. She had almost pushed all thoughts of him successfully from her head till now. She opened the door and saw Ekemini sitting on the couch with an expression of amusement on his face. She was so angry that she wanted to walk out on him. After three whole weeks he dares to show up and send for her as if she were his paid thing, a part of her was excited to see him but the more rational part helped sustain her anger.
“What do you want?” She said trying hard to act nonchalant.
“I came to see my runaway mistress”. He replied with a measure of confidence that startled her.
“You’ve gat jokes, mister. You left me alone after one night and tried to pay me off, I might be a stripper but I’m no whore”. She answered fuming.
“No one called you a whore, Jazz”. He said walking towards her. He gripped her shoulders and when she tried to pull away he held her tight. He brought the package from the breast pocket of his suit and handed it to her.
“Open it”. It was clearly an order and Muna did as he asked. She was shocked to see a credit card and three complimentary cards, she also saw a neatly folded square paper. She carefully opened it and it read
I had to leave early, I’ll see you monday evening. Call me on any of the lines and I’ll send my driver over. The credit card is for you, buy yourself whatever you want. Password is 5462.
Muna didn’t know what to say, he hadn’t really left her sleeping alone, he had left a note. Though unromantic and seemed so like an order, it was still a note. But she wasn’t going to leave with him, she was going home. He left her emotions too jumbled up and Muna was too tired.
“Look Ekemini, I’m too tired. I wanna go home”.
“I’ll drop you off”. He said.
“No, I’m fine”. She replied.
“That wasn’t a request”. He led her out of the room to and waited outside the dressing room for her. Muna came out dressed in her usual shorts and tank top. They walked outside together and she shivered slightly. He removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. Ekemini found himself doing things for her he had never considered doing for another woman. His driver opened the door and they both got in.
Muna knew she was making a mistake, this thing with Ekemini was driving her insane. She just wanted to begin her yearly leave and forget him.
“Where’s your place?” He asked
“On the mainland”.
“It’s late and traffic is horrible, we are going to my place”. He replied giving no room for arguments.
“Who made you my father? who gave you the right to run my life?” She asked furiously.
“I heard you quit your dancing at the club, wise of you to do that, I’d hate to share you in the time we spend together”. He replied like she hadn’t said anything.
“You are the most arrogant, frustrating, ill-mannered and self absorbed bastard I’ve ever met”. She shouted furiously.
“Sorry to disappoint you, unfortunately I know my father”. He said chuckling wickedly. Muna lapsed into silence for the rest of the journey. The gate to the estate was instantly opened to them, they drove in and stopped at a beautiful duplex. They drove into the compound and Muna was led into the house, the house was even more beautiful than the hotel.
Ekemini poured her a glass of juice and sat beside her on the couch.
“Try not to pour that one on me too”. He said jokingly.
“I’m sorry about that and about what I said to you earlier”. Muna apologised.
“It’s fine”. He replied. He fed her the drink and led her up to his room. They spent the night making love. While he slept with his head cradled on her bosom, Muna wondered what would happen when he got tired of her, but she prayed he got tired of her before he found out who she really was. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.
To Be Continued……