Saturday afternoon. Sheila had been around for the past several hours. She had arrived around ten that morning and had made his room orderly again. Several times he would surprise her by grabbing her waist, tickling her, squeeze her breasts from behind. It was all fun and games for them. Sometimes after lunch Sheila was stooped at one corner of the room going through a box of books he had kept there.
"You might need to get rid of some of these books. They look like those my grandpa read in his time," she called out to him.
"Leave my books if you don't want me to descend on you," he threatened, hovering over her. He smacked her round butt where she squatted, and she squealed. Laughing, he returned to the TV and switched it on.
Sheila continued to arrange the books and her eyes fell on an envelope tucked away under one side of the box. She looked inside and saw it was a bunch of pictures. She went through them. Most were of him during his school days.
"You have some funny pictures here," she laughed.
"What pictures?"
She waved them at him. "Seems like some you took in the university."
"Oh, I thought I had misplaced them."
She continued going through the pictures. She saw some of his time in NYSC. One particular face caught her eye. She put on her glasses to have a closer look. The face was very familiar. She thought back to where she had seen her, and when she remembered, she jumped, almost toppling flat on her face.
"You okay baby?" Kunle asked, remote in hand.
She showed him the picture. "D-do you know this person?" she asked, her heart racing in her chest.
He looked at the face she was pointing at. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"
"That's her."
"Who?"
"The lady at the restaurant. The one that told me all that trash."
Kunle jumped to his feet. "Are you sure?"
She peered closer. "I'm hundred percent positive."
"Seriously?"
"Yes Kunle. It's her. I'll never forget that face."
Kunle began to seethe. Everything was beginning to become clearer now. Sheila saw the anger in his face, and she backed away in fright.
"Kunle, what's wrong?!! Did I do something..."
"I now understand why you acted that way that day," he replied, his hand growing into an angry fist.
"Who is she? How do you know her?"
Kunle didn't respond. He got up and grabbed his shirt.
"Sheila, get dressed. We need to go somewhere together."
"Where are we going?"
"Don't worry. You will know when we get there."
"But..."
"Just get dressed, Sheila. You'll soon understand."
Sheila heard the edge in his voice obeyed without another word.
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"Kunle biko, you are scaring me. Please talk to me," Sheila begged.
Kunle didn't respond. He was thinking really hard. He had bundled Sheila into her clothes and dragged her out quite roughly by the arm. They were now headed to God knows where. The look of rage in his eyes scared her.
"Kunle what's wrong? Why are you so angry? Tell me what's going on," she pleaded.
Kunle stared at her without a word. He wanted to tell her. She wouldn't understand. How dare she? Who the hell did she think she was? Did she think she owned him?
She had sent him a message on Friday stating she had returned from her trip the morning before. She told him to come see her that Saturday. His plan was to visit her once Sheila had left and end it all with her. He thought it was going to be hard, but this recent discovery was going to make it much easier for him. He had allowed her to treat him as her puppet for too long. He had given her his heart and she had smashed it to the ground and dashed it to a million pieces. Well not anymore. He wasn't going to allow her to treat him like a mindless puppet anymore. He reached out and caressed Sheila's scared face.
"Sheila, baby, please, you will certainly know soon. It's just a matter of time now."
"But why the sudden anger?"
"Be patient baby," he leaned over and gave her a small kiss on her lips, "you'll soon know why."
He pulled out his phone to send her a text.
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Lara was stepping out of the shower when she heard her phone buzz. Towel wrapped around her curvy frame, she walked over to see who had just sent the message.
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"Lara...baby, I will be with you in a few minutes. I've already given all a serious thought. I'll see you soon. Kunle.
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She chuckled. Baby indeed. So she had finally lured him into her trap, and the boy had once again blindly fallen in. She knew she was irresistible to him. On her trip she had finally realized it was just infatuation she felt for him - that feeling of longing for the taste of something you had cast away a long time ago. She had long decided to treat him like her love puppet and nothing else. It was just the "whore" phase she knew she would snap out of after a month or two, if it would last that long.
She picked out a nice knee length gown but changed her mind and put on her lingerie and draped herself in a velvet robe. She was going to seduce him today, putting the final part to her plan. She was going to make sure he forgot that little girl he thought he was in love with. She sprayed herself with a touch of perfume, slipped on a pair of high heels and cat-walked down the stairs. She had told her maid to take the day off and return on Monday, and she had the house to herself. She did not want any interruptions. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down in the plush leather sofa and awaited his arrival.
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"Kunle, where are we? This is a beautiful house!!!" Sheila exclaimed in admiration as they walked towards the building. "Whoever lives here must be very rich." They walked up to the door, and Kunle stopped her.
"Sheila, I want you to do me a favor," he said. Lara had already texted him back, telling him to come in immediately. "I want you to wait for me here. I will call you in as soon as I'm ready."
"But Kunle..."
"Trust me baby, everything will become clear to you soon."
He gave her a kiss and left her with a confused look on her face.
"Kunle darling." Lara greeted him as soon as he stepped into the living room. She stood and welcomed him with a hug. Swallowing the bile that was rising in his throat, he managed to keep his face deadpan and returned her embrace. She gave him a kiss on his lips and Kunle had to force himself to respond. They broke off and she walked towards the bar.
"Drinks?"
"No thanks."
"Come on don't be coy. Have some wine."
"No thank you Lara."
"Okay. Whatever rocks your boat."
She refilled her glass and walked back to where he stood. She pulled the slip on her robe and let it fall open, revealing the expensive brassiere and matching panties she wore. She looked exquisite and hot at the same time. Kunle forced himself not to stare. She turned to him and sat down cross-legged.
"So tell me Kunle," she said "did you think of what I said?"
"Yes I did. I had a very long thought about it, and I accept." Kunle replied.
