Justice
was a driven man and the only thing that drove him on in life was obsession
to please his father, because he loved him to distraction and the desire and
dream to kill his cousin, Tamie. The old man was counting on him. The
thoughts gave him a certain sexual thrill. He needed to bed a woman. Driving
around, he spotted a young, pretty girl standing and waiting for a bus. He horned
to get her attention. She turned, seeing him, she smiled consequentially. He
stopped in front of her and pressed the button to wound down the glass.
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"Hi,
sweetheart, you care for a ride?" The girl pretended to frown.
"Bitch!"
he cursed under his breath and smiled. "Come on, baby, where are you
headed?"
She
lowered her head into the car. "Actually I'm going to Ikeja."
"Well, you're lucky that's where I'm headed also," he lied. On the
way, he began to chat her up. He finally offered to take her to his house in
dolphin; she could go to Ikeja letter in a hired taxi, he offered.
Quickly,
she accepted and he drove home with her. Inside, he led her straight to his
bedroom. As soon as they were in the room, he opened a cabinet drawer to reveal
some grass and white substance. "Care for these?" he asked.
The
girl looked confused. "Please, please I'd like to leave now," she
stammered. Justice stared at her, mock look of surprise on his face. "You
want to leave ... why? The party is just beginning,' he said, lighting a stick of
grass that he'd already rolled. He inhaled deeply, turning back to the cabinet;
he lowered his head and sniffed the cocaine. He raised his head, his eyes
acquiring a glazed look, he inhaled deeply and turned to his companion. He was
smiling. He walked up to the setter and pulled the girl up. "Come on, lets
go to bed girl.
"I
want to go please," the girl insisted, feeling very
frightened."
"Hmm.
"he pulled her up ignoring her protest and flung her across the bed. Very
fast, he pinned her down with his weight and holding up her hands with one of
his arms, pinned her struggling legs and tried pulling off her short skirt.
Suddenly, one of her hand, came loose and began hitting him.
Hissing,
he suddenly hit her across the cheek. "Bitch! will you shut the fuck
up!" He hit her again and again until she stopped struggling and began to
whimper softly and beg.
"Please,
please, let me go"
He
tore off her panties and deftly loosening his pants and belt, he entered her. A
few minutes later, he slumped over her breathing harshly. Then slowly, he stood
up and eyed the poor weeping girl.
"Get
dressed," he barked in a low voice, and walked almost bumbling as his
loose trouser made walking difficult for him. He made his way to a drawer and
pulled it out. He picked out a bundle of N100 naira notes and threw it at her.
"Get out!"
Quickly,
she picked up her things and ran out of the bedroom. He sat down heavily on the
bed and held his hands with his head. He didn't know why, but remembering his
hatred for
Tamie,
gave him a sexual urge.
He'd
gotten himself involved in grass and cocaine and would have liked to drop the
habit, but, unfortunately, it was getting hard. He loved the thrill it gave
him, wiping away his fears and giving him renewed hope and strength. It also
allayed his fears of failure. It was his worst secret, and his greatest
nightmare was his being discovered by his father. The strange girl wasn't the
first he'd raped, neither would she be his last. He got up from the bed. He
needed a shower. Pulling off his clothes, naked as the day he was born, he made
his way to the bathroom.
He
had started working for Tamie when he had come into his inheritance. The fool
had trusted him enough to make him his Admin Manager; after all they'd both
read the same course. It pained him and most times, he felt humiliated when
meetings were held and his incompetence was shown to him and Tamie sat in that
his high and mighty chairman seat, issuing out orders and warnings. He
remembered the last meeting they'd held It was the routine general meeting held
every Monday morning, by the departmental heads. He'd been accused of
incompetence and unnecessary hiring and firing of staffs at the slightest
excuse, coupled with the very poor and lazy way his admin staff ran the affairs
of the staff personnel.
"You're
simply being aggressive, Mr. Okolie," he'd shouted.
"I'm
not, Mr. Justice Chuba! Just last week, some people's names didn't appear on
the staff list pay roll, even after they had gone to complain to you about
their omission last months. I had thought that the Admin Department is supposed
to take care of staff welfare but with no prejudice. Mr. Justice, you've
certainly failed in that department!" he finished, seating down.
Justice
looked around at the faces of his colleagues, all murmuring in agreement tone
that
Mr. Okolie had been right. "Bastards! "He cursed under his breath,
his eyes meeting that of Tamie's cold and accusing glare.
"Well,
Mr. Justice, you've heard what your colleagues have said, I believe we all have
to work for the betterment of German holdings. We've to set a standard in this
place as my father. A lot of people depend on this cooperation. Therefore I
beseech you to improve in your performances ... "
"But
chairman ... " Justice cut in.
'I've
not finished Mr. Justice and don't interrupt me when I'm talking, do I make
myself clear?" Tamie's voice sang out authoritatively.
Justice
had started at him, eye to eye, until intimidated; he'd had to back down and
allow the meeting to continue.
That
meeting had been the final straw making it all too clear to him that Tamie was
on top. Well, despite the fact that he'd gone to apologize to him he'd assured
him of no hard feelings. He knew his time would certainly come
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Ella
was in her third year in the university. As of that moment, she was plainly
deeply engrossed in her work. She had been admitted into university of Benin to
read pharmacology, but, along the line, she had devised into pure art. At
first, it had been difficult. Her lecturer in pharmacy didn't want her to go;
finally they'd arrived at an agreement. She could paint all she wanted.
But,
if she wanted to retain the government scholarship, she had to remain in
science or she'd be cut off. Finally, she had relented. She painted at her
spare time and over the years, she had become good. A quick glance at her watch
and the sound of a car sent her thinking. She had lecture to attend in 30
minutes time. She dropped her brush, and made to straighten her clothes.
A
knock on the door drew her attention. She opened the door and was shocked to
see Emeka standing there. Over the years, she had repeatedly turned Emeka down,
not wanting any distraction. At first,
when
Julie was still around before she had traveled to America to study, she had
tried her best to convince Ella to date Emeka, but Ella kept turning Emeka
down. The last time she had seen him was six months ago when she had told him
to leave her alone. As she ushered him into the room, she had flash back of
what had transpired between them that day six months ago. Emeka had come to
visit as usual and met her when she was about going to take her bath.
"Ella,
you surprise me," he teased. "So you're yet to take your bath at
12p.m in the afternoon," Ella smiled, and eyed him.
"I
refuse to me ridiculed by you, Emeka. Can't you see I have been busy, my other
roommates went home for the weekend and it was an opportunity to tidy the room
pig head." She hissed, smiling.
"Oh,"
was all he could mutter as he took a seat. "I won’t be long, just wanna
take a bath."
She
dashed out of the room. Emeka had been staring at her in a queer way and his
stare made her feel pretty uncomfortable. Fifteen minutes later, she was done
with taking her bath. She debated on what to do, should she go in there and
dress up or go into a neighboring room.
"What
is wrong with me?" she muttered furiously with herself. She went in to the
room.
Emeka
was lying on her bed. She gave him a stare, biting her lower lips in her
nervousness.
With
her towel on she began applying her cream. Few minutes later, wondering why he
wasn't talking, she stared hard at him and realized he must have dozed off. She
smiled to herself and quickly she pulled on a pair of very short jeans and a
pair of spaghetti top. Greased her hair and parked it in a chignon down to the
nape of her neck. She finished off everything with a dash of Avon provider on
her face. She'd woken him up to ask if he would eat and he had answered in the
affirmative.
Gradually,
they had begun to gist and laugh.
Then
suddenly, he'd stared hungrily at her and while she was still laughing, he
lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. At first, she tried to fight him, but
ended up tracing her hand on his flat chest. Her senses smiling, she felt a
tightening up her spine. Her heart beat wildly in her breast. Sensations so
sweet that she had ever experienced flooded her. Slowly, he lowered her by his
side on the bed allowing his hand slowly work their way into her spaghetti top
and caress her already erect nipples begging to be touched. Slowly, he wounded
them with his hand, raising her lips with his.
She
wanted to stop, but her emotion rendered her weak like one who was drunk with
crime. Somewhere in her sub conscious, she noted he had pulled up her top and
had lowered his lips to her breast, which sent a gasp through her and the
feelings he evoked. His hands traveled down the flat plane of her stomach and
she felt him beginning to unbuckle her jean.
What
was she doing? She thought and began to struggle.
"Its
okay, Ella, its okay," he purred. "Let me love you, I've waited for
this day. Please let me," he pleaded.
"No!"
she cried, pushing him with all her strength.
"What's
the meaning of this? You've turned to a cock sucker and one big hell of a
teaser as well," he cried in anger and frustration, his beautiful eyes
glowing with anger.
Not
responding, she walked to the door and swung it open. "Out! Emeka, get
out. I don't ever want to see you again in my life. Just stay away from
me!"
He
stared at her for some minutes. "Look, cant we work this thing out? I love
you, please I'm sorry if I sounded very ... "
"Keep
your apologies to yourself" She hissed, cutting him off. Slowly, he stood
up and walked up to her.
He
caressed her face with his hand, then turned and walked out of the room. That
was six months ago. She had missed him and she truly regretted her
actions.
"When
did you come in?" she queried, staring at him.
He
looked as handsome as ever, in a glowing skin, which only a foreign weather
could give.
"Three
days ago," he replied smiling. "That means you're through with your
programme?" she asked.
"Yes,
I'm, but I'll be going back to specialize. I guess taking after the old man in
gynecology," he finished. . "That's nice, what about Julie?"
"She's
alright, she'll be in the country in a month’s time. I got these for you,"
he said, handing her a shopping bag.
''Thanks,''
she said and peered into the bag and gasped, then stared with wide eyes at him.
"Can I take you out?" he offered smiling. She nodded and he said.
"I will wait for you in the car while you change."
She
upturned the bag; there were at least three trendy pair of shoes, three jeans
and beautiful tops to go with them, two suits, and two pairs of handbag and
jewelries.
"Waow!"
she muttered. After their catfight and when he didn't show up, she regretted
her actions and began to fret. She realized she had fallen in love with him and
fighting it wouldn't help matters. He'd been on her since her final year and
today; she was in her third year. She decided to give him a chance. She joined
him at the parking lot and entered the car and relaxed into the soft comfort of
the jeep seat.
They drove in silence. He hadn't mentioned where they were going
and she didn't bother to ask. He took her to Bubbles, a very quiet but
exclusive joint in the heart of the town.
"You
look so pretty, Ella, haven't been myself since that night." He said. She
stared up at him. Then slowly, his hands caressed her cheek from across the
table while she was lost in his eyes with her heart racing with her newly
discovered emotions.
"Have
waited for you for as long as I can remember. I've never loved anyone the way I
love you, Ella. Will you marry me?" he asked.
She
blinked back and starred at him, his words sinking in.
'But
you can't be serious, Emeka! Please I don't even have a root, your parents, how
would they feel? You marring an outsider, a nobody, an orphan?" She said,
springing up from the chair. She laughed a little, a pitying laugh at
herself.
"Stop
this Ella! Stop this and sit down!" he commanded. She sat down. "I'm
sorry Emeka, but I'm afraid of rejection ... " she explained.
"Nobody
is going to reject you. I love you very much." For some minutes, she
didn't talk.
"Come
on, let's go," he said grabbing her hand. "I didn't tell you, I got
myself a house which I'm trying to put in order," he said, breaking the
silence that had enveloped them since they got into the car.
"What
about your parents, would they like that?" she asked, her mind filled with
a lot of things, the first being his proposal.
"I'm
a big boy, they don't have a choice," he said.
Over
the next couple of months, their friendship grew. She discovered Emeka to be
very loving, attentive and considerate. They'd a lot in common. He offered to
sponsor an exhibition for her, but she turned down his offer with an excuse
that she wasn't ready. When he invited her to his house for a family dinner,
his father was sweet while his mother could hardly tolerate her. This stemmed
from the fact that she had no roots. She'd begged Emeka to put off the proposal
for now and give their relationship a little time.
CHAPTER 9
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