Bolu
I felt so unclean, low and stupid when he finally rolled off me, and began putting on his clothes hurriedly.
I was panting so hard from the marathon sex, and sweating profusely, trying to catch my breath from what just happened.
It was so hot and passionate, having sex with someone who clearly wanted me. I was able to be myself. Not where I was trying to please him. I had ride him like my life depended on it. It had been such a long time someone had turned me on like that. It was a good healthy sex. Where every part of me was kissed and worshiped. From the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet.
I was treated like a woman. A beautiful one at that. I felt so beautiful. Felt in charge.After giving me heads till I cummed, back at his office at the hospital, Dr Sylvester followed me to my hotel room for
AlexThe way she had looked at me, made guilt ate me up deeply on the inside. Made me feel all shades of bad. I felt terrible. And there was no way I could stop feeling that way. I never wished for any of that to happen. Although I knew I was going to end things between us one way or the other, but definitely not like this. She would think it was because of Mia I had been giving her the cold treatment all along. That was partially true, but I had been cold to everyone, myself inclusive all these while. I was just starting to be a little bit free, because of one certain female who had tried to force me out of my shell. Someone who had made me soft.I saw sadness in her eyes. Sadness at it's highest peak. I had never seen anyone looked that sad before. Just like I had crumpled her world under my feet.I saw disappointment. Like I had betrayed
Alex"I'm here to see Miss Bolu Afolabi, she checked into one of your rooms. Er...room 307 I assume." I informed the receptionist, with my hand on the counter.After I had left Mia's room and headed out of my house, I had drove one of my SUV cars to the Hotel where Bolu was. And currently, I was inside, and needed permission before I could go up to Bolu's room."Do hold on for a minute, while I speak with her on the phone." The blonde hair, green eyed receptionist had said, giving me a look before she carried the landline to call room 307 occupant.But there was no response. She threw me another look, then pressed the button to call again, until her eyes finally lit up, which read that the call had been picked by Bolu."Hello ma'am. There's someone here to see you, his name
Alex"I know it's because of her." Bolu growled. "I don't even know what you see in her. I have everything she doesn't have. Urgh! I hate her so much!" Bolu outcried. "What exactly did she do to you? What did she do for you to care for her this much? You have known me before her, I came first into your life." She choked out these words, with her hand fisted against her chest, like she was being stabbed there.And I face palmed. " She's the one I love, Bolu. And I want to be with her. I'm so sorry. That's why I even came here to apologise to you, so you could forgive me all the pains I've cause." I implored. "I'm really sorry fucking sorry, Bolu. So sorry that I couldn't reciprocate the feelings that you have for me. That I couldn't love you. I'm sorry for maltreating me. And all I ask is for your forgiveness.""I will never fo
AlexWhen I went home, I went straight to Mia's room to check up on her. She was asleep, looking as peaceful as a newly birthed kitten, with her hands at her side as she slept.I felt at sudden peace, while watching her skinny sleeping frame. It was just like a breath of fresh air. I didn't feel angry on frustrated anymore. It was like she was my saving grace.With my hand on the door knob, I stared at her for a while, admiring her soft and beautiful features. Then I close the door shut and headed straight to my room.While walking to my room, thoughts of Bolu were starting to come right up in my mind, but I shoved them away by thinking about Mia. I choose to think about Mia instead.On getting to my room, I changed into my pajamas pants, and white shirt.
AlexA knock on my door woke me up the following morning. It felt like I slept for just thirty minutes, because I could recall when I finally drifted to sleep in the early hours of this morning.I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm, stared at the time, and then saw that it was just 7:15AM. It was still to early for the servants to knock on my door, to come clean up my room. And this left me wondering if something had gone wrong.The knock came in again, and I yawned a little before permitting the door to be opened.I could hear a low feminine sigh, and then my door being pushed open on a gradual process.In came Mia. She was still in her pajamas, a white pajamas designed with tiny black polka dots. Her hair was disarrayed from sleep.Her fair skin glowed from the mor
MiaI had a terrible dream about Alex again. This time he was shot dead by Tunde Ibrahim, here in Houston, Galveston. The dream felt too real that when I woke up, I was sweating profusely and had tears on my cheeks. I had been crying while having the dream. It was such an horrible dream. A fucking one at that.After washing my face, I decided to head straight to Alex's room to go see him. I was feeling so sick on the inside, that I felt if could see his face, see that he was fine, I would feel better.I knocked on his door. There wasn't any response at first. It looked like he was still asleep. I waited for sometime, then knocked on his door again. Wondering if he was really inside. Because he had mentioned last night that he was off to somewhere. What if he hadn't returned in the night? Was he okay? Where was he?
MiaOh my God, I would do anything to taste his food again. He was even a better cook than his chefs. His food tasted more delicious. They couldn't even compare with him. It was now that I realized I had missed the taste of his food. Ever since his pancakes I had on that day he first kissed me, I hadn't had any of his food in my stomach."You can return late in the afternoon. I'm going to make use of the kitchen now." He ordered the kitchen staffa that were newly arriving.And they hurriedly moved out.I was glad he wanted to make breakfast for me."So, you want to fix me breakfast Jinsu?" I asked him, although I knew that was what he wanted to do. I could feel a smile on my lips.He didn't reply to my question, but picked up a strawberry
Mia"I bought you a dress." Was what Alex had announced, after he had barged into my room that afternoon. Looking as good as the devil. Clad in his usual all black. Black long sleeve shirt, black ripped jeans, black boots. And looked so tall and big in all the right places. He had a large lean body. It seemed that, whenever I clasped my eyes on him, he looked more better than before. Or maybe it was because I was developing feelings for him, that was why I could see him that way.He was holding a white paper bag, and had a flower on his other hand. Looking the absolute opposite of the man I had met two months ago."A dress, why?" I inquired, getting up from bed and advancing towards him. Why did he buy me a dress? What for exactly?I already had my wardrobe filled with the numerous clothes Kate had bought for me. I wouldn't be nee
MiaI was alive, and it was a miracle. Because I had completely given up the ghost, and had woken up, right when I was taken to the morgue.I had survived death twice.After six painful months of getting treated in Indian, I was put on a wheelchair. And the doctor said it could take a year or two, before I could start walking again. Because Tunde Ibrahim had completely broken my legsThe fact that Bolu had taken a bullet for me, and had died, made my respect grew for her. She had exchanged her life for mine. And it was something I would forever remain grateful for. Though I still lived witj guilt, because everything she had suffered before death, was because of me. Was even pregnant for Alex. And had risked her and her baby's life, for mine.Something which always made me cry, inspite of me being in a terrible state.Alex didn't cry out. But it I kne
CharlesThe fact that Bolu was dead was still too hard to comprehend.It had been three weeks after her funeral, and it felt like it was just yesterday. I had cried so much, because I loved her with everything inside of me.She was buried on a cold Friday evening, with her parents and relative crying non-stopingly.Alex didn't join anyone. He had stood and watched from a distance, dressed in all black. Tearing up himself, that I couldn't even hate him anymore.He had cared for Bolu in his own way. And the fact that she had died with his baby, was taking a turmoil on him.I had loss Bolu, but the fact that we were all safe, made me not to feel completely lost.Bolu's death was something that really affected Ruby, that she chose to stay mute and refused anyone coming close to her. She deprived herself off food, personal hygiene, and cried he
AlexAn old woman, and a boy who could barely move his limbs came and held Mia as they wept. At this, I knew it was her grandmother and her cousin brother.My brain couldn't properly align that she was gone.I was still hugging her body to myself, as I wept, until I heard "Bolu."Instantly I snapped my head back, and saw one of the cops rushing to the lady who was on the floor. It was the same lady who had taken the gunshot for Mia.I stared at the lady closely, until I saw that it was Bolu.Taking my mask off, I left Mia in the arms of her grandmother, as I quickly walked up to where she was laying on the floor, in the pool of her own blood.The cop and a little girl was crying so hard, as they held her.And I squated and took one good look at her. Wondering why she was there in the first place. And why she had taken the
AlexWith my eyes, I searched for Mia, but I couldn't see her. It was other people who where tied with ropes, and had rags in their mouths.Tunde Ibrahim who had sustained a bullet on his leg, was on the floor. And he had a gun pointed at a female who was decorated in bruises, and had her clothes coated in blood.I looked closely, and saw that it was Mia.My heart moved to my throat at this, and I felt weak right at that instant.Mia looked half as dead, and I could tell that I stopped breathing.Just as Tunde Ibrahim pulled the trigger, I saw a lady from nowhere diving in to shield Mia away from the bullet.And when the bullet got through her neck, and she slumped heavily on the floor.This happened within the space of two seconds, and I shot Tunde Ibrahim on both hands. Before I rushed in to Mia.She was
AlexThe two cops accompanied me down to the basement, after adding more bullets to their guns.I could recall how Kate had told me, one of them; the tall fair one to be precise. Had saved them, when Tunde Ibrahim had sent a bomb.I knew if I hadn't shot the man who intended shooting him, he would have been as dead. Because he was out of bullets at that time.Him and his colleague had stared at me wide eyed, after I had shot and killed the other Tunde Ibrahim's man, who had wanted to kill the colleague.On getting to the basement, I kicked the door opened with my feet, and gunshots where behind fired at me. But for the fact that I was clad in a bullet proof all through, made no bullet to penetrate into my body.Taking steps backwards, I shot at these men, with the cops at my behind, assisting me.The more we moved backwards, the more they
CharlesMax and I exchanged gunshots with some of Tunde Ibrahim's men. It was really easy, because I was quite scared I was going to be shot dead. Even Max had fear evident in his face. We had our backs against eachother as we hid and shot at these men.It was one of the most difficult situation I had ever been thrown in, because we were surrounded by these men who where shooting at us from different angles. But God was still guiding us.The fact that Tunde Ibrahim had my mom and daughter, was worth panicking. I had no idea what he had done to them. If they were still alive or not.Max and I had killed most of Tunde Ibrahim's men, and it looked like two where still remaining, and hiding at some corner so they could shoot us.Just then, one of Tunde Ibrahim's men jumped out from his hidden place and aimed his gun at me.I tried to shoot at him, but then I r
BoluIt looked like something was on going outside, that most of Tunde Ibrahim's men started running out.Gunshots and screams could be heard.And on seeing how Tunde Ibrahim and the remaining of his men were rendering hefty blows and kicks on Mia, was making me sick.There was a pool of blood on the floor, and Mia's face looked swollenly covered in blood.Guilt stung me deeply, that the pace of my breathing became fast and uneasy. Because it was partially because of me that she was in this condition.I had been blinded by hate and jealousy, to see that Mia was innocent. I knew Alex, he wouldn't fall for a despicable person. He had fallen in love with her for his own reasons.Something I was too angry and jealous to notice.And now, she was thrown into this situation because of me.Like a beast, Tunde Ibra
CharlesThroughout the drive to Tunde Ibrahim's house, Max and I were panicking, to the extent that Max even wet his pants.I was trying so hard to keep my emotions in check, and it really wasn't easy.Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mom, and I didn't even know if they were dead or alive. But I chose to believe that they were alive.Meanwhile, Max had lost all hopes.He broke into tears like a baby, and despite that I was in an anxious state, I still managed to talk to him. That everything was going to be fine, and we'd have our families safely. But Max still refused to believe me. His facial expression was like his world was crumpled, and there was no hope of restoring it.Even me too was scared, because Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mother, but I still managed to stay strong. Because if I acted weak, then it meant I was willing to accept the
AlexOn getting in front of Tunde Ibrahim's house, I made sure I took hold of my bulletproof mask. My whole body was clad in bulletproof, before I wore my clothes.I wore a face cap, so it would be hard to recognize me.Then I banged loudly on the gate, and when I heard a masculine voice demanding who I was, I told him I was the pizza delivery guy.The peephole of the gate was flung opened, and a white milky eye stared at me, and the pizza I was holding in a suspicious manner.Before closing the peephole back. Then my ears kicked in the dangling sounds of heavy keys, which read that the gate was being unlocked.Blowing out a big puff off breath, then waited.The gate was finally jerked opened, and I stepped in.Right there an then, I saw an heavy raccoon of a man, with other shirtless guys who had bullets as necklace, and guns in thei