Chapter 4

He tore off her panties and pushed her onto the bed, wrapping her legs around his neck and sucking her dry with his tongue which he moved in circular motion around her clitoris, causing her to moan loudly while asking for more at the same time.

As his tongue was busy working underneath, his hands grabbed her bare boobs which he squeezed and played with to his satisfaction, savouring her insides and enjoying how he was touching them, an act which made his manhood stand erect.

She came and he grinned; it hadn't even been up to a minute of him just playing with her and she had claimed to be a tough girl.

He stood up and unbuttoned his belt which he flung, then took off his trousers, exposing his Calvin Klein boxers.

"Fuck me already," She said, hungry for that feeling good sex caused.

He chuckled. "You claimed to be a tough girl, didn't you?" He mocked.

"Whatever. Just do it, please," She begged, feeling her own clit with her hands, the hunger for him getting heightened.

"Okay then, you little slut," He said as he lay on top of her, placed two of his fingers in her vagina hole and relished the way she sought for breath, gasping for air.

As his fingers were working, he took one of her boobs in his palm and caressed it then bent his head down, taking her nipple in between his teeth which caused her to let out a cry. He sucked her boobs and removed his fingers from her hole then wrapped that hand around her other boob, squeezing it and causing her to moan uncontrollably.

No man had ever made her feel that way and he was so incredibly good, she thought to herself as he left her boobs alone and played with her vagina by rubbing his manhood all over it.

"Do it, please. Just do it," She begged.

He grinned once more. He loved making them beg even though he enjoyed having sex as well. It was just that being wanted was a whole different feeling on its own and he so much relished it.

"Please, do it," She begged again, grabbing his manhood and trying to force it into her.

"Relax," He said in his deep-throated voice, arousing her the more.

She swallowed, anticipating the moment.

He slowly then thrust his condom-clothed dick into her and she screamed out like it was her first time. He began to ride her and she loved it. She wanted him; she needed him, even though she didn't know him.

He was riding her which was satisfying to him until he knew he was about to cum. Immediately, he pulled out of her just in time. Of course, he was never late. Even with a condom on, he still couldn’t take chances.

Five minutes later, he knotted his tie correctly around his neck and grabbed his jacket while she sat on the bed in her waitress uniform, looking ashamed and fiddling with her fingers.

He cleared his throat. "What's with that look?" He asked.

She shook her head slowly.

He rolled his eyes then reached out for his wallet which he had left on the table, brought out his cheque book and tore a piece out, filling in his name and the amount of money he wanted her to cash out.

He handed the cheque over to her and she collected it slowly, wondering what it was.

"Please fill in your name and go cash it out at the bank. That's a cheque of Five hundred thousand naira. Use it to do something," He said and began to step out.

She threw it on the floor. "What do you take me for?" She yelled.

He turned around. "What do you mean?" He retorted.

"Do you think I'm a prostitute or what?" She asked.

"Hey, I just gave that to you as a peace offering, nothing else," He said.

"Gosh. I feel so pathetic and disgusted with myself. You ordered food for room service and I came here then you lured me into your bed. How am I to face my colleagues?" She asked.

"How should I know that? Tell them you ate something which made you go to the toilet several times, it's that easy. If you're worried about me blowing your cover, that's not gonna happen, okay?"

She sighed. "That still won't take away the guilt I feel though," She stated.

"Guilt about what exactly? Having fun?" He retorted.

She bent her head low, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

She rubbed the engagement ring on her finger and he grinned, finally understanding what she was so worked up about.

Tears slid down her face. "I'm to be married in two weeks from now, how do you think I should feel? I feel so guilty and torn and this is all your fault. If only you hadn't seduc..."

He cut her off. "Hey, I did nothing wrong. Don't pin anything on me or was it forced sex? Of course not. You kept on screaming for more. Didn't you have a choice of telling me no when I invited you to my bed? You could have even just dropped the goddamn meal on the table and been on your way, ignoring my advances!" He said, almost raising his voice.

She shuddered and looked away, knowing he was spilling the honest truth.

He took a few steps back and bent low, sending signals to her down area.

"Listen, I get where you're coming from, but sex is just fun between two people and you've had fun which no one needs to know about. Also, I'll commend your services to the manager," He said.

She looked shaken as he completed his last statement.

He chuckled. "Of course, not the sex service. Do take care of yourself," He said and began to walk off again.

"Hey!" She called.

He stopped right in his tracks, but he didn't look back.

"You think we could go one more round?" She asked.

A smirk played around his lips. "Sorry, dear. I need to go to work now," He said.

"You work at 10pm?" She inquired.

"I guess," He said with a shrug and walked out of the room, then closed the door behind him.

He felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket and he took it out. The caller ID showed that it was Drago who was calling him.

He rolled his eyes and answered the call then placed it on his ear.

"Yes?" He spoke as soon as the call connected.

"Where in God's name are you?" Drago asked in a gruff voice from the other end.

"How's that any of your business?" He retorted.

"You went partying again, didn't you? I can hear the sound of music," He said harshly.

He chuckled. "So what if I'm at a party? Anyways, I went to a club where they also have guest rooms. I went to have a good time in one of the rooms. I just checked out and I'm on my way out," He said.

Drago heaved a tired sigh. "Tade Wellington, if you get involved in another scandal, I'll do nothing to help you out," He said.

Tade scoffed. "When have I ever asked for your help?"

"Your father..."

"Exactly, my father's the one who orders you around and not me, so if you wanna threaten anyone, threaten him and not me. I don't need your help," Tade remarked, interrupting him.

"Listen, Tade, it's not like that..."

However, Tade wasn't paying any attention anymore. His eyes diverted to a stripper pole where he saw her dancing in the most unusual fashion. Her steps didn't match with the beat of the song, but she definitely seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Hello. Tade, are you there?" Drago called, noticing he wasn't giving him any reply anymore.

"We'll talk later," Tade said and immediately hung up and put his phone in his pocket.

He strode to where the girl was, gasping at how enticing she looked from just her back view, thinking of how well she must then look overall.

He licked his lips and brushed his hand against her waist and she turned around swiftly then laughed as she saw him.

He was startled upon seeing her there. He had followed her up for the past eleven years and he had never suspected that she had such a splendid curvy figure that was already awakening his baby down there.

She was clad in a red tight fitting dress which was only long up to her thigh level. The dress had no straps and the nature of the dress revealed her cleavage, arousing him.

He wanted her, but of course, he couldn't have her. She was Bukunmi, the only woman he didn't have the intentions of bedding, because he knew she deserved so much more and he owed her so much that he could barely live with himself knowing what she was going through was all his fault.