Hi y’al its SugaRush! 🙂
Welcome back from the GREASE break!
Without further ado, I present to you:
Jola heaved a sigh of relieve as she received the text message from Anita. She walked back to the bed, and made way for her hands as slowly as possible, under Victor’s pillow to retrieve his phone. Carefully, she pulled it out, trying hard not to wake Victor up.
She stylishly got up from the bed, held the phone and began to tiptoe to the door. Victor made a muffled sound and turned his body to face her, Jola froze on the spot. Realizing that Victor was just stretching as he slept, she quickly made for the door, that she shut quietly behind her.
A stream of Twitter DMs began rolling in as she opened Tunji’s account.
Nigga what’s happening? Have you seen her yet?
What do you mean she escaped? How possible is that you fool?
What the hell are you saying, that you couldn’t catch her before she got to the checkpoint?
And you couldn’t settle the police men???! Fuck!
Hope she has no idea its connected to me
She better not, cos I don’t have the intention of leaving that babe just yet.
You are just a fucked up disappointment!
Fuck off my phone!
Jola cursed under her breathe, if only she could see what Tunji was replying! Arrrrrggggghhhh! The bloody way this twitter opened on his phone was such that she could only see the direct messages coming in and not the ones going out, so far as it was not sent from this particular phone.
She cursed again. Anyway at least now she knew that this Bode was pure evil.
So the bastard wanted to rape Anita, and still hang around her life! Boys and the sinister things in their minds.
Jola went back to the room door, stylishly as she had left the room, she entered.
Boom! Her big toe banged against the wardrobe door. Jola struggled not to scream, the excruciating pain from the hit, made her hold the wardrobe door for support.
As she held the door, she looked into the wardrobe and her eyes widened.
Right in front of her in his wardrobe was a wad of money; #1000 notes, gold chains, wrist watches, designer perfumes and diamond studded earrings. Jola stared at the collection in awe. She mentally calculated how much she was going to collect from him. He can’t have all these and she won’t take from it.
She put his phone on her lap, and picked one of his gold wristwatch and examined it. It was romania or those other gold look-a-likes, it was pure gold. She wondered how many carat it was and its value in Naira. She made move to drop the gold wristwatch and examine another one.
“What are you doing there? Why are you sitting in front of my wardrobe?”, Victor asked with a stern and firm voice.
Jola froze. She quickly drew back put the wristwatch inside the pocket of her shorts.
“Err…nothing I was going to use the toilet when the door of the wardrobe hit my leg”
Victor squinted his eyes in a bid to see Jola clearly. He wasn’t full of sight, he wore very thick glasses to help him through the day. Without his glasses, he was almost blind. He could only make shapes and shadows, but not specific details without help.
“Is that why you sitting in front of it? Come back to bed now”
Jola stood up and climbed into the bed, limping in a funny way as she did. She held his phone tightly in her hands, as she made way to his side. She slowly slipped the phone under his pillow, and turned to sleep on her side, as the cold metal of the gold wristwatch pressed against her legs.
It wasn’t as that she was kidnapped or hypnotized into coming to his bed, but it wasn’t exactly her choice anyway.
Victor had invited for his best friend’s girlfriend’s birthday party. He had been asking her to date him, and she wasn’t interested. Victor had done everything possible, he had taken her exotic places, lavishly spent money on her and all that. So when he invited her for the party, she didn’t refuse.
The party had been at “Magratta’s” . A little but beautiful restruant inside FAPHOL Mall. She went as his date, he introduced her to everyone as his wife. His friends had called her wife and Victor acted the part beautifully. He came up to her side, kissing her forehead and making her feel special. Jola who was quite experienced and knew this trick that boys played, still fell for it. She felt like a bonafide girlfriend of his, and it was an amazing feeling.
When his best friend suggested that they moved the party to a club, and Victor told her, Jola didn’t object. She wanted to be with him for the feeling to continue.
At the club, she had danced with only him and some of his friends. Acting the “wifey” part, and it sure did make her feel special. As they danced, they shared a kiss, the most romantic kiss yet. She felt something well up inside her, it was most certainly an extra feeling.
The party had moved from the club, to his house, his room precisely. It was only when he began to touch her without exactly asking for her consent that she snapped out of the “wifey” delusion and got back to the game mode. Then after they had done the deed she asked for his phone and viola the Tunde revelation.
Jola opened her eyes, and looked around, it was already bright. She moved her hands towards Victor’s side but he wasn’t on the bed. With a start she jumped out of the bed, now was her chance to return the gold wristwatch inside the wardrobe. She made for the handle of the wardrobe and pulled, but it was locked.
Shit! Victor had woken up and had locked the wardrobe. What was she going to do with the bloody wristwatch? She sat on the bed holding the wristwatch as she devised another plan.
“Why the hell are you sitting in front of my wardrobe again?! What are you doing with my gold wristwatch?! Jola, are you fucking trying to steal from me?!”
Victor’s voice carried fire and his eyes brimstones.
With Sugary Love