Chapter 3

He saw me and waved to me. I was on two thoughts whether to go over and meet him or make a run for it. At the end, I found myself approaching him. 

    " You, Kelvin?" He asked with a coarse blood chilling voice. 

    I nodded. " Yes. Who are you?"

   " The name is Hank, come with me," he answered and began walking away with my suitcase. 

    If he hadn't been wearing that fancy suit, I wouldn't had followed him. There was something dangerous about that man. I began to get shaky again. 

    We walked out together to the parking lot where a black Limousin was waiting for me. 

    Like for real? A Limousin! A whole limo just for me? 

    I gaped at it, feeling special and astonished at the same time. This Mrs Johnson must be quite a woman. I've never seen a real Limousin except in movies. Now, I'm was going to be driven in one. 

     Hank stopped by the side of the car and opened the back seats for me. 

     I still couldn't believe my eyes. " I'm I really going to be driven in that thing?"

     He nodded then added. " Mrs Johnson is waiting for you. We should get moving."

    Ofcourse, why not? This was more like it. I hopped into the lush cushioned seats of the limo and relaxed like a king. The seats felt like clouds. There was a rug on the floor, a television, a telecommunication device, I even saw an ice bucket with wine. This was luxury, I was enjoying it. 

    Hank got into the driver's seats and we drove off towards banana island. On our way to the island, I popped the wine and poured myself a drink. I noticed Hank watching me from the rear mirror but I didn't mind. If I'm going to make a good impression on this mysterious billionairess, I was going to do it with style. I began practicing what to say when I meet her. 

     Banana island was close to the ocean and from what I've heard about this place, it was a millionaire's playground. Everything here ranging from petrol to houses were murderously expensive. We passed some houses and estates and for a while I thought I was in London. I saw a lot of people moving up and down in beach wears and glasses, I also saw a lot of white men. Man, if this was a dream, I prayed I'd never wake up. 

     We drove on for the next ten minutes before we finally arrived at this fifteen-foot high gates which were guarded by two men in black uniforms. They saluted as they swung opened the gates. I began to have a feeling I was someone important here. Then we arrive at this massive mansion. It was the most impressive building I've ever seen in my life, like something out of the Aladdin's cave: a huge, white building with a luxurious architectural structure that blew my mind.

     At the front of the house was a fountain of running water, around the fountain were six outstanding cars. A G-wagon, two Mercedes Benz, a new Porsche model, a red Ferrari and a monster truck. 

   

    My mouth hanged opened at these super cars. This was wealth. I've never seen anyone with such an amazing fleet of cars. The G-wagon was the most impressive of the lot. It gleamed at me and I stared back, hopelessly falling in love with this mysterious billionairess. From what I've seen Soo far, she must be a crazy car freak. She has great taste, I'm impressed. 

    Hank parked the Limousin before a carved Mable steps that led to the door of the mansion. He got out and held the door opened for me. I got out with my suitcase and stood on the Mable steps. 

    " Mrs Johnson would be with you, any moment soon," Hank said and returned back to the Limousin, driving it away. 

    The moment he was gone, the front door to the mansion opened and that's when I saw her. 

She was as far as I can tell, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She was in her late twenties, compactly built and dressed in a green pleated skirt and an open neck silk blouse that exposed her popping boobs. She had one of those beautiful skins that I*******m models have. Her beautiful long hair, ran like a fountain down her slender shoulders. She had a good standing nose that curved down to full succulent red lips. Her face was built in a cute oval shape that was exciting and tempting to look at. her eyes were big and wide set, and her figure was perfectly cut out to make a man go crazy.

    She wasn't just beautiful, she was attractive with a sensuality that commanded attention and lust. Beautiful girls rarely interest me but this girl excited the man in me. If this was Mrs Johnson, Man I'd say I'm indeed the most luckiest guy in the universe. I just couldn't wait to get my hands on her and show her how much of a man I am. 

   She walked up to me and extended a hand. " You must be Kelvin, welcome to banana island."

   I was surprised, she was offering me a handshake? This was something I hadn't expected from a billionairess. She didn't even look taken by my good looks. Her face was expressless and hard, as if the sight of me disgust her.

   I took her hand and we shooked briefly. I need to be sure if I was talking to the right woman so I asked, " Are you, Mrs Johnson?"

   She rolled her eyes and turned away instead. " If you will follow me."

   Meaning she wasn't Mrs Johnson. I liked her but this b*tchy attitude of hers wasn't going to get her any where with me. I don't suppose she and I would get along. I followed her, dragging my suitcase with me.

   The living room was a paradise. Potted palm plants were fixed at every corner, the walls were designed with African patterns of various colors. A bright crystal chandelier dangled from above me which caused me to catch my breath. The chairs were worth millions judging from their quality and designs. The stairs were brightly lit with disco lights which danced around the walls. I was baffled by all of these. It was the most expensive sitting room interior decoration I've ever seen. 

    " My name is Doris," the lady said, leading me away from the living room towards an office. " I am Mrs Johnson's personal assistant."

    Doris eh? Such a beautiful name if only she wasn't such a difficult person. " Well, where is she?" 

    She opened the office and ushered me in. " She's upstairs, in her room. But I'd like us to get down to business before I take you to her."

    This caught me by surprise. " Was this just a one night engagement stuff and I'd all be over?"

  

    Doris went behind her desk and sat down. " Not necessarily. Have a seat, Kelvin. I'm about to tell you why you are here. But first I want to know, why do you think you are here?"

    I sat down, dropping my suitcase beside me. " Well, I can't really say but I think I'm here because Mrs Johnson demanded my services."

    She brought out a piece of paper and began Making notes. " And what services do you render?"

    I felt uncomfortable talking about my profession with this but all the same I told her. " I hang out with rich women and give them a good time. I also satisfy their sexual needs and I get paid."

    " Soo you think you were called all the way down here to sleep with Mrs Johnson and get paid?"

     I glared at her. She made it sound like I was doing a ridiculous job. " Well, that's my profession. I specialize in bedrooms. It's what I do for a living."

    She shooked her head. " I'm sorry but that wasn't the purpose why you were called here"