Chronicle of miss Allen’s love life ( part 7)

Yinka

I remember that night vividly… Like it was an hour ago, it was the night Chukwudi promised to make me ‘a woman’ the night he promised to introduce me to the other side of me I never knew existed. A night of so many unfulfilled promises. Well what basically happened that night was nothing more than Chukwudi popping my cherry now that I think of it; the sex wasn’t all that,it lasted way too long and I was in pain and I had a tear and I suffered for about four days. But in the midst of all the discomfort I was eager to learn more, to feel the unexplainable excitement and chill down my spine, and most importantly to hear Chuck’s say he owned me and no one else will ever make me feel this way and I was his forever. It always made me feel some type of sweet way whenever he said those words and he knew the power it had over me. So when he said those exact same words in his hotel room four years later all I felt was this burning heat from within, I wish it was the heat of Passion but it wasn’t; it was pure unadulterated anger. Something I didn’t even know I felt. And I knew exactly why I was angry. I was angry because Chukwudi was a two timing, lying, manipulative, twisted, self centered, son of a bitch. I was upset that despite all he had done to me, he had the impetus to say those words to me. What was he expecting to happen though? He probably hoped my knees would get weak, my heart would race  and then I’d comburst and tell him I love him. None of that was ever going to happen  and most importantly I was angry because the sex wasn’t that good and I was at the verge of receiving a query at work.  I realized he was close to letting out, so I withdrew from his grip, and left him hanging.
   On my way to work I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself, even though it took me 4 years of being his yes girl, I was glad it was finally over. I replayed my final words to him in his hotel room just before I left in the most elegant yet dramatic manner I could have ever pulled off. The terror and shock in his eyes made me feel nothing but endless glee. Chukwudi couldn’t believe I was walking out of his life for good. And after cursing and yelling he promised i was going to be back. He said he was all i knew, and he was damn wrong! I walked away and nothing was ever going to bring me back to him. I wasn’t even going to dwell on how I wasted four years of my life on a guy named Chukwudi Rejoice Peters. I decided to do some soul searching of my own.I decided to invest in work, so i requested to work on the Omeliora case. A fifteen year old prose savant who already had three best sellers to her name was in talking with the firm to have us publish her new work. The top three vipers I worked with were also interested in this particular deal, I had about zero percent hope but for some unknown and weird reason my boss decided I was the best man for the job. I had a whole week to prepare and make sure I signed the deal.
    About five days after closing the Chukwudi chapter, Tuvi messaged to ask if I was interested in going to the movies later that night. To be fair I know ignoring him was a terrible thing to do and I sort of felt guilty because he was nothing but a sweet young man, whom in a way helped me see Chukwudi for the skunk he was. So I agreed to go to the movies with Mr hotshot . Tuvi looked as effortlessly elegant as ever, he got two tickets to watch ” The great Gatsby” I remember I told him the book was one of my favorites and I was impressed he didn’t forget. The movie was beautiful, Leonardo DiCaprio killed it. When Jay died protecting the love of his life; Daisy, and she didn’t have the decency to go for his burial or send her condolence. It got me thinking, I didn’t want to end up like Jay neither did I want to be the Daisy in anyone’s life. I just wanted to be the little Miss sunshine in everyone’s life. So I decided I was going to take things slow with Tuvi, explain to him that I didn’t want anything serious, well not for a while. I was going to tell him after the movie. The last thing I wanted was to lead him on. We got engaged in a little post movie critique over a bottle of wine at some fancy place I didn’t know even existed in Abuja. It was time to tell Tuvi how I really felt, as I proceeded to start the conversation, Tuvi suddenly had something to say, after pushing back and fort we agreed for him to go first, it seemed like he had good news. But I swear by everything holy and pure I wasn’t expecting what came out of Tuvi’s mouth…

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Chronicles of Miss Allen’s love life (part 6)

Tuvi

I was about ten step’s away from knocking on Yinka’s door and creating what would be the greatest scene in my entire existence. Then I thought to myself, was this confrontation necessary? The devil on my left shoulder wanted me to go in there and pour my heart out to Yinka, risk a 70 percent chance of being humiliated in the presence of that rat faced jerk and well possibly beat the shit out of his two timing self while I was at it, but The angel on my right shoulder made me realize my action will probably put too much pressure on her, and  giving her a reason to get with her shit face ex was the last thing I wanted. So I returned to my car and drove home half mad and half convinced I did the right thing. Days went by and I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about Yinka, God! The thought of Her body and her weird laugh clouded my mind. I’d hoped for days that she was going to call but there was nothing. The girl needed time to think and make up her mind, and I had enough of it to spare.

Yinka

After chukwudi left my house that morning, I was more confused than ever. A part of me wanted to give him another chance for the umpteenth time, While the other part of me forbade me from thinking about him.
  I’d promised to give him an answer by Thursday, and it was Thursday already. I knew what I wanted and I was well aware of what I deserved and Chukwudi wasn’t part of it. I was sure I didn’t want to be with his two timing, lying self anymore, I played my memorized speech over and over again in my head as I  got out of my car. Telling the man I loved for so many years I didn’t want to have anything to do with him ever again at nine a.m on a drizzling Thursday morning was one thing, me foolishly deciding to do it in person right before going to work was the king of dumb moves. I felt more confident in front of my mirror an hour before as I admired myself in my black three quarter body con skirt and nude chiffon wrap top. At this point matching this outfit with black red soles was worse than a terrible hair day on a monay morning. My feets where sweating and i could tell i was walking in an awkward manner. Thank goodness I was the only one on the walk way, I began to have second thought’s and questioned my feelings.
I summoned every ounce of courage and I knocked on his room door and in no time he opened up, chukwudi looked fresh, elegant and edible in his all black traditional outfit, there was no way in hell I was going to dump this hot slice of freshly baked chocolate cake. We sat at opposite ends of the couch, his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he asked what my final decision was as if he was certain I was going to take his lying ass back, sad part is I actually wanted his lying ass back, I wasn’t sure I wanted his lying ass back forever but I knew I wanted him right there on that couch or the table six feet’s away. I cautioned my thought and tried to hold his gaze, I told him I was confused and needed more time. He moved closer to me, eyes still fixed on mine, my heart began to beat faster, my heart pleading with me to leave and never return, but my body was in contrast. My body wanted him all over me doing different exciting things. Before i could think of an excuse as to why this was a recipe for disaster, He pulled me close, forcing me against his chest, His lip was on mine in no time, waiting for a go ahead, breathing heavily. I lost all sense of reasoning as I parted my lip. His kiss was rough and warm not exactly how I remembered it to be but I still went ahead. Before I knew it we were on our feet peeling  off every piece of clothing we had on.  He spent few seconds appreciating my every curve with his eyes before he pulled me back in and continued to kiss me then his hands came to life as he let his fingers find their way to my ready sex,  with two fingers inside of me,the feeling was more uncomfortable than it was Tuvi, this was different, it was rough fast and slightly hurtful. I felt him and I could tell he was already filled with want as the the level of his arousal increased. He let go of my mouth as he turned me  over  the table in front of us, yes! The table, My legs apart, one hand firm on my back, the other firm on my behind. In a nano second he was inside of me,He didn’t slow down movement, i was excited mainly because i had never been bent over. my breast going back and forth, he spanked my behind and the words that followed changed everything for good…