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Dear Zaddy NINE
After their little first class flight adventure, Solano had become sexually distant from Shola. It worried her. He made her get a whole new wardrobe every time they moved to a new place; they'd visit at least one specialist (Gynecologist) every time they'd change countries. She now had to take all this pills she had no idea what they were for though he'd assured her they were just birth control pills. Birth control? For what? He wasn't even touching her! It had been three months already since Solano had taken her away from Nigeria, but after sex on a plane, nada! Nothing else happened. A few times he'll kiss her till the air was filled with sexual tension then break it all off, kiss her on the forehead telling her to get some rest because he had work.Had Solano gotten tired of her already? Shola wondered. Even the twenty-five thousand dollars anklet she wore wasn't cheering her up.She was living the life. None of her cloths cost less than a first class flight ticket; her skin was
Dear Zaddy TEN
"What do you mean by you haven't seen her yet. She was supposed to meet you.""Sorry sir but she hasn't. I've been waiting here for almost an hour but she, I haven't seen any signs of the lady Mr. Vicenze."Solano wiped his forehead. He couldn't quite believe it. Where could she be? He decided to call some of his associates to know if anyone had seen her but no one had. They'd all already left the venue, and no one had noticed her. He tried her phone again, but it wasn't going through."Where the hell are you Omasola?"Solano soon joined his chauffeur who had followed his orders and met up with him. Together they drove around the city looking for her."...You let me know when or if she gets there," he finished talking to the concierge of the hotel they were lodged in. "Simon, can I borrow your phone?" Simon, the chauffeur gave him the phone. He tried using it to call and like magic, it rang."Heyy! Sup?" Her drunken voice vibrated through the phone,"What the hell is wrong with you Sho
Dear Zaddy ELEVEN
Who ever thought a lowly Naija girl, would ever walk a red carpet in an eighty thousand dollars dress. Although she had been very enchanted by the red designs, Shola decided to settle for an off-shoulder soiree dress with a slit right under her upper thighs.She paired it up with a gorgeous silver pair of Jimmy Choos Solano got her as a new beginnings gift. But nothing was really new. It was the same old routine, except for the fact that they'd changed places again and were now shopping lavishly in Abu Dhabi's finest places. They had barely two days before the New Year’s Eve party. Solano walked into their hotel suite deep into a conversation through his Bluetooth device in Spanish. Shola threw him a glance then went back to the book she was reading. Solano went in and came out the walk in closet,"Have you eaten anything yet?""Had coffee earlier," Shola answered not sparing him a glance,"Coffee is not food Omasola,""Except when it's more than a cup,""Not amused. What would you li
Dear Zaddy TWELVE
As they stepped into the red carpet, camera lights flashed from every corner and the mob of paparazzi bombarded questions at them.'Mr. Vicenze...who's the girl? Is she your new girlfriend sir? How old is she? Where is she from? Miss what is your name? Are you one of Mr. Vicenze's charity cases? Who are you wearing? Are you from Egypt?Shola couldn't believe her fate. She felt like a celebrity. She felt an urge to stop and pose but Solano's grip on her hand wouldn't spare her the time to. So, she just walked to his beat. They reach a diva wall dead end with the words A year of more printed in gold lights."Is that a..." Shola gushed,"Go ahead princess, go look pretty for the cameras,""Can I really?""It'll be unfair if this picture perfect art ends up not being seen by the rest."She rushed and posed as fabulously as she could. The cameras loved her. They went mad in taking shots. Solano couldn't for two minutes take his eyes of her,"What a beauty Vicenze! You really know how to fix
Dear Zaddy THIRTEEN
"Oh, my world! Solano, your house is beautiful!" Shola gushed as she half walked, half ran into the house.There was huge living room, a wall on the further sides, and from my stand I could see a balcony outside and the view seemed to stretched to the ocean. The must have been a beach, I could just imagine the view. I noted myself to check it out later. To the right side of the room was a U shaped sofa, big enough for more than the people in this house, that is, no one. It was facing a platinum state-of-art fireplace blazing gently. On the left side where we stood was an entryway leading to the kitchen area, all white with dark woods worktops, and kitchen island and a six seaters breakfast bar."Yeah I know!" Solano answered, directing himself immediately to the bar,"You told me you didn't have a house.""I never said that." He grabbed a bottle of Moët et Chardon from the all glass bar, two glasses and poured, "I said I lived everywhere and anywhere I wanted,""Right. Mr. Billionaire!
Dear Zaddy FOURTEEN
How could she tell him to stop when everything he was doing to her was just breaking her sanity down and she was loving it. Shola felt Solano's tongue trail across her butt cheek as she laid head down, handcuffed and blindfolded. She had never some anything like this and she felt at that moment, she had been missing out a great deal.Solano glanced down at her beautiful chocolatey booty, feeling his manhood swell just at the sight of her. She was perfection to him: he smacked her butt gently, loving how it wiggled after."Dios! ¡Podrías ser mi muerte mujer!" He muffled sounds of pleasure had decreased, "How are you feeling?" He asked her. He hadn't just started with. Solano had already sexually tortured Shola in so many ways possible that she had just given begging for him to give her what she really wanted."Please, please daddy, take me now!" She begged him again,"You're so sexy when you beg little lady, and because you've been such a good girl on your first time, daddy is about you
Dear Zaddy FIFTEEN
After breakfast, Solano excused himself, kissed Shola on the cheek and left. He said he had some business to take care of. Camilla was already emptying the table when Shola called her attention."Hey Camilla,""Yes ma'am, anything you need?""No. And please, call me Shola. Do you have any idea how long Sol will be gone?""Usually, it's about two to three hours before he comes back, but I cannot be sure because I do leave and only come back tomorrow morning."Shola wanted to just pop all the questions in her head out at Camilla but, she knew, it was a risky move. Camila could fall out with her if she said anything that made her look too clingy to Solano's personal life or his past. She decided to snoop about on her the minute Camilla was out.Thirty minutes later, the latter was gone, and Shola started touring about the house by herself. At first she was a bit frightened, being alone in such a big house, but, she felt better and safer when another person joined her in the house. It was
Dear Zaddy SIXTEEN
There was no way possible this man had just thrown her out of his house, Shola thought. What even was her crime? She wondered. Solano, in his fit, had asked his driver to take her out of his property and to anywhere else she wanted to go to. Shola knew what eve r was happening had to have a bigger meaning. The had to be more to just her walking into his late wife’s room for this man to just shoot her into te streets. As she sat inside his car, silently wondering what next to do with herself, it dawned on her for the first time that she had no idea about her life. She didn’t know where her passport was, what kind of visa she had or even the validity of it. She had blindly trusted Solano had her best interest at heart and left everything that represented her identity in a foreign country to him. Now how was she supposed to figure out things for herself when she had no idea what was even at stake. “Stop the car please!” She told the driver. Without argument, he did. She got off and star
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