NO PLACE TO HIDE CHAPTER TWO

By the time she came out of the bathroom, a housecoat was already laid on the bed. She wiped her body clean and put on the housecoat. It was long. Well, he was taller. She tied the sash. She felt clean and relaxed and the next thing was sleep but the thought of a warm cocoa drink drove her to the living room and finally she located the kitchen.

He was busy making the mugs of cocoa. She stood by the door, watching him. "Can I help with anything?" she enquired, the sight of him in the spacious and lovely kitchen making her giggle with suppressed laughter. He turned and smiled. "Not to worry, I'm almost through," he replied, placing two steaming mugs of cocoa on a tray and they both proceeded to the living room. He handed her a mug of steaming cocoa as she sat down on the rug, feeling more comfortable. 

While fanning hers with her hand, she watched him lift his cup. Slowly, she sipped hers while he slotted in a film, a comedy which they both watched, reeling with laughter.

Two hours later, she stood up and yawned, the comedy was over. "You'd better go to bed," he told her, not wanting to stare too much at her. Slowly she turned and made for the room. She looked so fetching in his house coat, so sexy that he had to hold himself in order not to go to her, take her in his arms and ravish her.

Ella must have been asleep for hours when the urge to empty her bowels woke her up. She stood up and was startled to hear noises coming from the living room. She finished relieving herself and made her way to the living room and was surprised to see Emeka sprawled on the rug fast asleep while the TV was on. She bent down, debating if to wake him or not. Making up her mind, she tapped him.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, he'd dozed off. 

Then he saw her, his princess, the princess of his dreams, he'd been dreaming of her. They both stared wordlessly at each other. Slowly, he pulled her down and cupped her face with his hand, gazing with so much love, want and admiration at her. She gazed back swallowing fast. She shut her eyes as he lowered his lip to hers.

It was a hungry kiss, filled with passion. He kissed her eyes, her nose, ears and back to her lips. "I'm drunk with you, Ella, you're the only real thing in my world," he murmured, staring into her eyes. He lowered his lips to hers. He undid the sash of the housecoat she wore, taking in the sight of her body and beautiful breasts.

"I want to make love to you, Ella," he whispered as he nibbled at her ear. She didn't say anything other than tugging at his tee shirt and buckle of his jeans. Together, they were caught up in the heat of their passion. And when he entered her, the slight pain didn't matter. Both were lost to reality. He'd found his base and his dreams, nothing else mattered as he took his love to the abyss of fantasyland.

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Tamie was looking forward to his Sunday date. She hadn't called him, but that didn't deter him. He put on a navy blue gabardine pants by a foreign designer with a short sleeve jean top to match. As he drove to his destination, he kept smiling. He slid in a Lionel Richi cassette and hummed the words to himself. He parked his car the parking lot and looked at his watch, 1 p.m. He took the stairs two at a time.

He rang the bell and the door was opened by his friend's sister, Atinuke, who beamed on seeing him.  "Uncle Olu has gone out," she said, thinking he'd come to see Olu.

"Oh, I haven't come to see him, actually its Latie, I come to see" he said.

"Oh!" she murmured, her face suddenly wearing a sad look. His heart lurched with apprehension. "I'm sorry uncle Tamie, she's just gone out."

He felt like he'd been splashed with cold water. Disappointment washed over him.

"Did ... did ... did she say when she would be back?' he stammered .

 "No, but it will be in the evening.  I'll tell her you called." "You don't know where she's gone to?" he asked again, trying to grab at a ray of hope. 

"Well, hmm .... she went to her sister's place in Ikeja ... "

"Where?" he interrupted in his haste. "Marwa Garden. Wait, let me get the address" she said and went in. Minutes later, she came out with a piece of paper and handed it to him.

He smiled for the first time and dashed down the stairs, while Atinuke looked on, wishing a guy could die for her like that.

He drove down to the place. He stopped to ask some security officers who directed him to the house.

Slowly, he drove to the house and parked his car. He locked his door and walked steadily to the massive gate.   ,

"Na who you wan see?" the security man asked. "Latie," he said, hiding his irritation. He was allowed in. It was a beautiful compound although un-compared to his, but he was impressed. He rang the bell and a maid opened the door. A cheerful smile on her face, she led him into a spacious well-furnished living room, littered with kiddies toys. A pretty woman, a more matured version of Latie, was seated in the living room. She gave him a questioning I k when he walked in.

"Good afternoon, can I help you?" she asked. Before he could say anything, Latie came out spotting a bikini and holding a glass of orange juice. Surprise, shock and gradually anger clouded her eyes. 

"What a.... "

"Oh, you're looking for Latie," her sister said, looking from one to the other.

"Latie, your visitor?" ‘’Yes, sister" she replied through stiff lips.

"Please sit down," her sister offered. "What can we offer you?"

"Soda on the rocks," he replied as one of the kids ran up to him. "Lade, get your friend a drink."

From the corner of her eyes, Latie's sister eyed the handsome hunk, who'd come looking for her kid sister. She was impressed. Where in God's name had she unearthed this specimen of Adams, she wondered. Latie, sure had a lot of questions to answer, she mused watching him. He related with kids well, she observed.

Her two boys had taken to him instantly and she observed their laughter occasionally. Latie brought the drink and made excuses to go and change. How had he traced her? It must have been Atinuke. Because she'd pleaded with her to wait for him when she had confided in her about their encounter at the party.

"You must be out of your mind Latie! Do you know what you're saying? Who in this town wouldn't give her left eye to be dated by Tamie Chuba, the half caste millionaire?" she had exclaimed.       

"That's your own, Atinuke. For me, he's full of shit!" she'd said and walked out of the room. He hadn't gotten Atinuke's praise alone but that of her sister too. The kids were taken in with him too.      

Immediately the door closed behind them, he grasped her hand. She tried to free her hand but he held on tighter, making her wince in pain and bite and lower lips. He released her when they got to the car. Reversing the car, he joined the main road.            

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded. "You'll find out soon enough," he answered back. He drove straight home. Once in a while, his eyes would stray to her face. He was happy      he'd found her. He felt like one who had won a valuable prize but outwardly, he maintained a stern facade. He got to the house and horned for his gateman, Ahmed to open the gate. 

"I'm not getting out of this car Tamie, just take me home!" she cried.

He stared at her, smiling softly. "No my sweet, but of course you're getting out of this car and into the house or else, I'll come and drag you myself," he finished through gritted teeth.     

"You can't do this!" she cried, watching him             walk over to her side of the car. "You can't force me into your house!" She moved to his side of the car. When it was clear, she was going to keep playing her game, he stood for some minutes shrugged and walked to the security post, Issuing instructions not to open the gate for anyone. He then strode into the , palatial house without a backward look.

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Justice had just left his father's house. He hated this Sunday gatherings, but he'd die first before he admitted it to anyone, least of all his father. He had an appointment with some people in Surulere. Taking a turning, he spotted a young pretty girl, looking real nice in a pair of hipsters and hugging top. Minutes later, he was driving, his music blaring with the girl beside him. Both of them chatting like old friends.

"You don't mind waiting sweetheart. I won't waste time, I have to see some friends," he said.

"No problem, I'll be fine," she gushed. Silently, giving thanks to the gods who had brought such moneybag to her this afternoon, she watched him walk away and surveyed the interior of the posh car. It sure reeked of comfort. At least her going back to school next week would be with a lot of goodies. 

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"Look, I want this business to be very clean, no suspicions," Justice was saying.

"Ha, ah! What do you take us for, Justice? Its business now, that's how we survive, have you forgotten?"

Justice smiled, staring at his friend, Lucky.

They were dupers, who specialized in high class international duping of corporate bodies and they were very good, which was why he'd employed them. In the past six months, he'd begun transferring funds into different accounts but by a stroke of luck, he'd run into this people and they'd come up with a fraudulent business worth N200 million.  

"Tomorrow, you'll come to the office and I'll take you to him.

There will be no excuse, the subject trusts me with his life, I can assure you boys."

"Okay Justice, don't worry. Everything will be clean and no fast one, I warn, or else, you'll be history" Lucky warned. 

"I'm not a fool," Justice defended hotly, getting up. They parted ways and he left for his car. The bitch was still waiting, he thought. He got in and they exchanged false smiles.

"Well, baby, where do we go from here?" she shrugged laughing. "A nice place, I guess," She replied.

"Well, I know one," he returned starting the car. "Just relax." In thirty minutes, they were at his house. He led her into the house, locking the door.       

"Want to take a shower?" he asked, making his way to the bedroom. She smiled shyly, following him. "Why not? I'm hot already." He gestured to the bathroom. By the time she came out, he was lying naked on the bed, his eyes were glazed, he was high. 

"Hey, come here,' he growled at her. She stared at him, wondering at the sudden change in him. Then she sighted the white stuff, and the air smelt of ganja. She winked her nose in distaste. She certainly wouldn't want to annoy him, she concluded. Better play it cool, he may soon pass out, then she could make her escape.

She decided to take her time, drying her body.

"I'm coming," she called, turning her back on him. She didn't know when he got up from the bed. She suddenly felt someone pulled her braids, then a vice like grip on her arm and she was flung on the bed, her head missing the wooden top of the bed by whiskers. The breath knocked out of her.

"Its okay now, you don't have to struggle. You ... "

"Shut up bitch," he hissed, hitting her. "I said shut up!" he hit her again and again and in one violent thrust, entered her. She screamed as she felt the pain of his entry. He was very big and she wasn't even wet. He put his hand over her mouth and continued thrusting in and out, like he was riding an animal, not a human being. He went on for an hour thirty minutes, not even stopping. By the time he came she lay lifelessly and bleeding painfully. He stood up and spat on her motionless frame.

He entered the bathroom and took a shower, wrapping himself with a towel. He came out and made his way back to the living room. An hour later, he stood up. He needed to get rid of her. He met her curled up on the bed, crying. She'd regained consciousness. He walked over to a drawer and pulled it open, revealing neatly arranged bills. He pulled out a bundle of N100 notes and threw it at her.

"Get dressed," he ordered. But she ignored him, still crying. He turned to her, his eyes red.

"I said get dressed!" he growled, his voice sounding menacing. Frightened, she got up and winced in pain. She managed to put on her clothes.

He felt no pity for her. He rarely did for his victims. "I'll drop you off," he said, changing into a short and shirt.


CHAPTER 3
TO BE CONT.

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