I have been on a brief hiatus; battling with thoughts, legal and moral and whether writing this story was a good idea. Even before writing this story, I had a consult with my lawyer as this was an old case. He was definitely against writing it, but this is a page for my truth and it felt wrong to sieve and sift what type of stories will be on it, everything goes, including those that might put me in trouble, but because I am someone who heeds advice; I will tell this story and let you my dear friends choose which you want to believe, after all, there are always three sides to a story, his truth, her truth and THE TRUTH… So here goes nothing,
Somewhere during the span of my life, I met heaven, early forties, freshly divorced, shameless romantic (or so he appeared to be). Our meeting was funny, some post on Facebook and we shared differing opinions. I’m not one to banter online and waste my time on silly arguments but on this day, I just couldn’t stand his stupidity. His ideology was mundane, outdated to say the least and I just wasn’t having it. Unbeknownst to me, Heaven does this “social media stir” when he’s bored and needs to banter with anyone who is available and I fell into his trap, entertaining him at my expense. While I was here; furious, wondering how someone could birth anyone as stupid as he was, Heaven was having a blast. Eventually I got tired; I realized that this person was just as silly as his name was … “Like who the hell bears Heaven, what kinda silly name is that” “Hey Margret Thatcher” – He said in a private message in my inbox
Imagine the nerve on this nigga, is he about to bring his stupidity into my private messages- I thought to myself. “Hello HELL – I responded, letting my sarcasm show. “Are you still salty” –he asked, trying to stir my anger.
I saw through it and maintained my calm – NO RESPONSE.. “Are you there?” – he typed…. – NO RESPONSE again… I was too mentally drained to let him get under my skin again. “Ok you were right, I was just messing with you” – he typed.
I didn’t respond, he apologized for annoying me, and went ahead to say that he was bored and only needed to just banter with someone. “I see” – I responded. “Here’s my number 08123456789, call me” – He said.
Can you imagine the guts on this man, he must think he is some type of catch, Me, Ada, I should call him as what?? “LOL” – I replied. “I know you won’t call, if you’d give me yours, I will call you. I don’t mind” – Heaven said.
I ignored him and left his message on READ.
Over the next couple of weeks, Heaven would write me every morning, whether I responded to his previous message or not. He would write me every morning and evening after work; if I felt like it, I would respond, if I didn’t feel like it , I would ignore his messages, but none of it deterred him.
He was a perfect gentleman, unknowingly teaching me how to be calm. When Heaven didn’t write me for about five days, I assumed he was tired and had moved on but in all honesty, I missed his messages.
I had gotten used to it , how he would tell me all about his day, I knew the names of all his staff, even though I had never met him before. I summoned courage and spoke to him on a weekend; “Hi” – I typed “I have been waiting for you to come to me” – he replied.. “go jor, so your radio silence was a mind trick” – I asked and continued “I hate mind games”… “I’m not playing any games Ada, I just got tired with having a conversation with myself in your inbox” – he replied. “Whatever” – I say this, when the other person is right and I do not want to agree to defeat. “Let me take you out for dinner, I know just the place you would like” – Heaven said
And so we went for dinner, on the first day we met, there was sparks everywhere. We were both attracted to each other and our bodies yearned for each other. This was the first time, I believed in the theory that opposites attract. The dinner date went so well, Heaven told me he was divorced and he had a daughter, we laughed a lot as we ate, throwing subtle jabs at each other, basking in the warmness of each other.
Heaven thought I was too stuck up for a lady, I thought he was a douche bag in a man body.
The more we conversed; we found that we did share some similarities like our love for movies, food and liquor. I didn’t delve into his personal life because sincerely, I didn’t see us going beyond that date. It was a waste of time for me to dampen it asking for the details of his divorce. Towards the end of the dinner, Heaven requested we go see a movie together, I didn’t hesitate, this was one of the best dates I had been on and I didn’t want it to end as much as he did.
When we got to the cinema, he held my hand as he purchased tickets for a movie that had already started; we had just started walking in, when his phone rang. “Hello sir… Yes Sir… I’m at Lekki sir, Right away Sir, No problem sir” – I heard him say. He turned to me “Babe, errrmm, that was my chairman, he wants to meet me, can we do this another time” –He asked. I shook my head signifying yes, “or we could go together babe, are you up for it?” – Heaven asked. I didn’t want the date to end so I smiled and said yes. We left the cinema and drove to somewhere in Ikoyi, some reserved, members only club. We were expected; some guy used a metal detector on me before I was allowed to join heaven. Heaven walked briskly and I quickly understood that whoever we were coming to see was very important. We were ushered into a big room, men and women sprawled across some areas of the room, some in deep conversations, others giggling and laughing over drinks. There was a certain grace in the ambience, All the men looked clean (not handsome per se, just clean), you could see that this was where decisions regarding the economy were made, I saw a particular “richest man” seated in one corner, laughing and drinking from a big glass , oblivious to his surrounding as he laughed at some dry jokes said by another man. As my eyes scanned the room, I was constantly blaming myself like “Ada, why the fuck did you not bring your CV, see job opportunities” as if I could just go around dropping cv on top everybody’s table like “Hello, my name is Ada, I’m a banker but I can work in seven other capacities like the seven wonders of the world”, I smiled at the ingenuity of my plan.
As we sat down, I wasn’t looking and I almost tripped and fell on Mr. Adenuga. “Ohh sorry, ohh dear sorry” – he said, holding me by the arm and helping me with my seat. I thanked him and the young gentleman that sat close to him, his soft cold palms bringing me out of my reverie, surprisingly soft for a man his age. “Yes Sir, so I have discussed with them but they are unwilling to cooperate, I think we might just have to go directly to the town’s king, He will be a much easier fry, a bit more expensive but if we have him on our side, the rest will fall in line” – Heaven said, in Yoruba, he was speaking to the man. I wanted to bring out my phone so I could appear disinterested in their discussion, but rich people do not have a single iota of trust in their bone, half the time they have been betrayed by someone they trusted dearly and using my phone beside them might make me seem like I was recording their conversation. So instead I signaled to a waiter passing by with glasses of champagne and asked for one. “Ohh dear sorry” Mr. Adenuga said and continued “We didn’t even offer you anything”. – I smiled and said it was ok and it was no bother at all. I could see the young man beside him smiling mischievously but I paid no attention to it, Heaven also looked at me and I could see that there was a moment of anger in his eyes but as usual I swept it under the carpet of maybe it was the way the lights in the room flickered.
Over the course of the meeting, Mr. Adenuga would occasionally talk to me, ignoring heaven and even though I found it weird, I was enjoying our conversation. He spoke gently with a certain amount of confidence and class and for a man his age, he looked handsome. The meeting ended and while I walked towards the door; I saw heaven talking to Mr. Adenuga, they laughed at some joke while he hurried to join me, our walk to the main gate was such a downer for me as I felt I was leaving behind my best opportunity to a better job and a good network. We got to the car and Heaven blurted out “Ada, my boss likes you, he asked for your number and I have given it to him”.
I looked at him, bewildered at this awkward moment we were both sharing; “errrmm, I don’t understand” – I managed to say. “Don’t worry, he will take care of you, he’s a rich man, he’s my chairman, I can’t be arguing with him” – Heaven said as he started the car. Our ride back to my place was silent, I wondered, if I was heaven’s wife, he would have offered me up so easily to his boss just because he doesn’t want to lose his job. I eventually settled on not blaming him as we had only just met and I was really of no value to him.
He dropped me off at home and drove off before I could even say goodbye. (Imagine this nigga, he’s angry at me when I should be the one angry at him). It would take about four days before Mr. Adenuga would call me, a very weird string of numbers. I picked up the call – “Hello” – I said into the receiver. “Beautiful girl, how are you” – He said. “I’m fine sir” – I repeated automatically going into customer service mode as this sounded like a customer. “I am your ex-boyfriends boss, I’m guessing you already know who i am,.. He laughed quietly, you young people and google.
He said, laughing at his dark humour, I laughed too, he was infact 100% correct. Go figure. “Well Heaven is not my boyfriend sir, he is my friend, that was our first time of meeting” – I replied. “Ohh Yes so he said, he also said you work in a bank, which of them?” – He asked.
Ok, I’d like to spend a little time with you, without distractions, as I’m sure you’re a busy lady. I’ll instruct heaven to have some funds wired there, with instructions to have it managed by you specifically. I’m hoping this will smooth things over and not get you in too much trouble, while I take time to get to know you. – He said, he was flexing his wealth, and charm to entice me, boxing me in, strangling every chance I have to say no. “Ok sir” – I responded. “So can I see you today” – He asked . “How about we make it Friday sir, after work” – I responded. He laughed quietly, apparently I amused him. “Ok, anything you say… busy lady” – He said. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. I immediately went online to buy a dress I would wear to go meet Adenuga.
I want something sultry but not trashy, something that shows just the right amount of cleavage because in the art of seduction, little is always more.
Friday came and I went home to freshen up and change. I wore a transparent heel to make my legs look longer; I removed every hair from my body, including the ones in my nether region. I was prepared to make the best use of my time with Mr. Ade. I bathed myself in perfume, every twenty minutes as I waited for our proposed date time, I wanted to smell and look my best.
When I got to the club house, Ade was drinking with some friends and seemed elated to meet him. “Hello Pretty girl, come and meet my friends” – He said, dragging me closer to him. I said hello the young man standing next to him, he was the same guy I met the first day I met Mr. Ade with Heaven. We talked for a while as we drank and ate and I noticed that the young man was purposefully avoiding me, I paid no attention to him, because after all I was his boss’s “girlfriend”. The party eventually ended and we went to a a big beautiful house somewhere in Ikoyi, when we got into the house, I paid Adenuga a compliment which he shoved aside quickly in a bid to be humble. He held my hand and the young man brought us some drinks, his name was Dennis. “Pretty girl, tell me what you like for fun” – Adenuga asked, I smiled. I knew exactly what he was asking, the right answer to this question does not include “I like movies, I like parties or any other mundane responses, this was a man trying to get into my pants and willing to pay a premium for it. I turned to face him before I spoke “ I will have to show you sir” – I said.
He smiled back “I knew you were as smart as you looked” – He said as he burst into laughter.
Mr. Adenuga asked one of the staff present at the house to make sure I was very comfortable and he disappeared into one of the rooms with Dennis, I must have sat there for hours, drinking the last bit of wine when Dennis appeared and asked that I follow him. We got into a room with a master bed and there were toys on the floor and a smell of sex in the air. “Wait , is this man gay, then what am I doing here”?
I kept my cool, I have been with a gay couple before ( Read the Story titled EFE) so this was not going to be a problem, I thought.
Ade was under a duvet, relaxed, recently showered, I could tell from the water beads on his hair and the ashy look on his face. “come and join us” – He said and continued “Do you know how to use that” – he pointed to a harness and dildo attached. I nodded “Yes”. Ade smiled and motioned for me to join him in bed , he asked Dennis to get him some juice and when I laid on the bed, he just rubbed on my face. “I would have kissed you but I only kiss Dennis and my wife. You have such supple lips” – He said as he stroked the hair away from my face. I just smiled, quickly processing who amongst the two men here was the bisexual one and who would be needing the pegging. Dennis seemed quite uninterested in me; at a point I felt he hated me but I refused to let myself to be bothered by it.
Dennis walked over to the bed, he had a nice body (such a shame he was gay), he bent over and showed Adenuga something on his phone “baby see this, what do you think” – It was the first time I was hearing him speak; his voiced bordered on “almost girly”. We let the night roll away before I got up and walked into the bathroom to shower. When I got back, Ade was on top of Dennis, sucking his dick, he motioned for me to get the harness and peg him, I strapped it on, applied some baby oil beside the table on it and moved to the bed, gently positioning myself as I found his butthole.
I rubbed on his bum, erasing the amount of hair I was seeing on his back from my mind, as I gently slid the dildo inside of him, His gasp was that of pleasure, I was pegging him and Dennis was sucking his dick. My strokes were deep, long, fast, slow, the full length of the dildo buried in his ass, All my thoughts boiled down to when he was going to cum. I smacked his ass, held his waist dragging him backwards toward me, letting him feel every thrust in his gut. I heard him moaning that I should fuck him faster; Dennis outstretched hands spreading apart his butt cheeks just so I could shove in every length of this joystick.
I fucked him harder and harder and only slowed down when I saw the cream cum drop out of the sides of Dennis mouth. I took off the harness first from my waist and Ade dragged it out his butt himself. Pegging wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and so we continued, meeting every other Friday, sometimes just myself and Adenuga and other times all three of us.
If there was anything, this man loved, it was getting fucked in the ass, having his dick sucked and fucking my pussy. Over the course of a year, I and Dennis were subjected to a variety of medical tests at random, We would receive texts to meet xxy doctor at xxy location and that was it, the benefits we received from Adenuga were too numerous to mention, Dennis for example worked with him at his office and enjoyed a lot of perks, I on the other hand enjoyed occasional monetary gifts from Mr. Adenuga. During one of my private romps with Mr. Adenuga alone, the condom broke and right now, I can say, I am not one hundred percent sure I took any contraceptives after this, about six weeks later, I was pregnant. My initial reaction was to abort the child and move on like it was nothing, but then I thought about it, when will I ever have a child of my own. Two days after I found out I was pregnant, I received a text to meet another doctor for test, I felt the test was just for STDs but three days after the test I got a message from Mr. Adenuga that I was to meet him at the guest house at 10am, It was a work day, so I was surprised but regardless I took a break from work and went to meet him.
I had barely stepped foot into the room, when he blurted “You are pregnant, Are you aware?” I shook my head – yes. “Ok, who is responsible, is it Heaven?” – He asked.
I looked at him before I spoke “I and heaven have not spoken in over a year, the baby is yours” . He immediately goes into a defense mode – “I knew you were going to say that, which is why I asked that you come right away, listen here, young lady, I have kids who are older than you and I don’t need any extras, This arrangement we have is beneficial to the both of us and I am still unsure why you would want to ruin that.
but I trust humans to be insatiable. I am not the father of that baby” – he said, the fumes of anger forming like a cloud above his head.
I just said ok and grabbed my bag and I left, I knew this was going to be one of the outcomes but naivety made me think, that Ade, as rich as he was and seeing that he already had a lot of children from other women would accept me and my child since I accepted his bisexual personality, But No, He didn’t .
Over the next couple of months, I was torn between avoiding any issues and taking out the child or just giving birth to the child.
I was way into my fourth month when Mohammed my gateman knocked on my door at 2am “Aunty, abeg open door, I wan show you something” – He said on the other end, I almost didn’t open the door but I did, preparing to rain insults at him for coming to disturb me at this ungodly hour. The moment I opened the door, I was pushed aside by a bunch of men, Mohammed’s youngest daughter was crying, She didn’t travel with her mother. I fell to the floor and was about to scream when a man put a gun to my head “If I hear one noise from you”- I go kill you for here now now. I stifled my screams, praying they only rob me and leave. I heard another one say- “doc oya give her the thing”. One of them brought out a syringe and dragged out some liquid from a bottle and came towards me, I began to beg asking for mercy for me and my unborn child. “Please have mercy, please I am pregnant, have mercy on me, I am begging you sir” – The one with a gun to my head, slapped him hard across my face and I fell. The one with the syringe said “hold her” and two other men held me as they administered injection after injection into my bloodstream, when they were done, they took Mohammed back to his house, took all our phones and left the house. The spitting pain I was feeling in my stomach cannot be compared to anything I had ever felt. I struggled to scream but I couldn’t.
I HAD LOST MY BABY; this was evident from the blood trickling down my legs. When I was eventually taken to the hospital, it was too late. I had lost my child and I knew exactly who was to blame.
(I cannot write or say anymore than this)
The End.
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