CHAPTER TWO

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CHAPTER TWO

"Hello…"

"Maryrose, he knows my name." I cried into the phone.

My friend Maryrose, was against this from the start. I knew it was a stupid idea but I loved the idea, I mean, at first, I did.

"What? Okay, calm down Chris and stop crying. Where are you right now? I will come get you." She sounded worried and I was glad I had a friend like her.

"I'm at the parking lot." Seriously speaking, I was scared.

"I will be right there, baby girl." She disconnected the line and I hid behind a jeep.

I was really regretting what I did, something I told myself or let me say assured myself I will never do after tonight. He mentioning my name means he knows me.

When we started dancing on the dance floor, I remember he asked my name and I told him it was not important and he laughed it off. So how come? How come? How?

"Christodia? Chris? Chris?"

"Over here" I answered. 

My heavy makeup that was supposed to hid my identity was now smeared. It was maybe as a result of my intense exercise or as a result of me crying. I didn't know and I didn't care right now, I was already exposed.

"Mary, he said my name." and then I broke down.

"Calm down, you were a bit tipsy so maybe you told him your name."

It was sensible reason, maybe I did tell him my name. I took that reason and squashed the feeling that was telling me I didn't. Yes, I am going to live in denial. I really thank God that Maryrose decided to follow me on this dangerous mission and hung around just in case.

I allowed her to take me home. I was exhausted and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I will just treat this night as a dream even though the ache in between my legs was telling me otherwise.

Waking up the following day was torture, but I managed to get up. I had to go home today. Every two weeks, I make it a point to go see mom and dad, I guess my twenty-six years old ass is still daddy's and mommy's pet. I love my family that much.

I got dressed, tidied my place and then got into my car. Somehow, I wasn't scared any more, I was in fact, truth be satiated and full of smiles. I guess now that yesterday's anxiety has disappeared, I was shamelessly thinking of round two. Oh my God, "what happened to 'I will never do it again'?" I chuckled to myself and drove home.

Immediately I entered to house, I knew something wasn't right. There were two cars outside our house and some men were standing around the car looking intimidatingly like bodyguards, but wait, who needs bodyguards in my house. I became apprehensive.

I entered the house and I came face to face with Mr. one-night-stand in a suit looking all dashing and sexy sitting comfortable on our sofa like he owned the place but then, memories of how frighten I was came crushing down on me and I started moving back ready to bolt out when a sound stopped me.

My father was on his knees and crying Infront of him. I had not seen him when I entered the room. I became angry all of a sudden and grabbed Mr. one-night-stand expensive shirt.

"what do you want? Why are you making my father cry? Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

"Will you shut up," I heard my father says "go to your room."

What the fuck? And hell no, I am not leaving this place but before I could say that, Mr. one-night-stand said "tell her, tell her everything. Let her known she belongs to me now. I will come for her soon." And with that he left my house together with the other men.

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It was 2 am and for the first time in my life, I was awake. This was too much.

In summary, Mr. one-night-stand is Kwame Agyapong, the Kwame Agyapong. The young billionaire who has recently inherited his father's properties and now owns the KAK building complex, the KAK FM station, the KAK hotels and restaurants, and the KAK stationery that supplies school items to all senior high schools in the country.

Apparently, my dad borrowed money from his father because he, my dad, couldn't bring himself to tell us, his family, that he had made bad investments with the redundance's money he received from the mining company he worked with.

So, he borrowed a huge sum of money from the man and used it to buy a house and send me to the university. He used a part to open up his restaurant and has been saving money to pay back the money he took.

The saddest part of the story is that, his savings are not even almost half way there.

 

I twisted and turned on my bed, thinking hard. However, I am just a teacher and with my salary it will take about ten years to pay him back, that is if I never touched my pay for twelve years which is highly impossible. I have already gone for a loan before which I'm still paying. Something my dad doesn't know about and which I'm never telling him about. Right now, no bank will give me that amount.

Oh God, what should I do?

If I run out of options, then according to this guy I have to be his property till the debt is paid. There is this feeling that this was all arranged beforehand.

I mean, why will anyone give that ridiculous amount as a loan to someone who just can't pay even if you sell him and all his family members? There is something fishy about all this.

Besides it is his father we owe, not him. My mind is made up I will see Mr. Kwesi Agyapong, Kwame Agyapong's father, tomorrow to find out the truth and possibly solve this messy situation. I must find out why.

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