jilted - Season 1 - Episode 31

4 years ago

jilted - Season 1 - Episode 31

“Beatrice” I knocked on the door softly and she opened almost at once
“You couldn’t sleep?” I asked worried.
“My head aches, I feel terribly ill” She said placing her head on my chest.
I felt terrible for hurting her so bad, I carried her to bed and kissed her head.
“I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you, It was jealousy” A tear escaped my eye dropping on her chest and she smiled.
“I shouldn’t have said what i said, I caused it, I am sorry” She held my left hand and sq££zed it.
“I love you baby”
“I love you treasure”
The seductive stares and the hot air of romance floating in the air turned me on but I had no plans of making loving to her, I don’t want to hurt her more especially when i know she run away from sex sometimes.
I climb down the bed and went into the bathroom, I returned with a clean towel and a bowl of water. Dipping the towel in the water and squeezing back the water into the bowl, I massage her head gently and she soon doze off.
?Hanna POV?
“You weren’t at shop today” Amos said immediately I stepped into his apartment.
I didn’t know he would visit the salon today if not, I wouldn’t go looking for Ambrose and Haira. He found out I was away from work and ordered me to show up at his place.
“Sorry, I had something important to handle” I answered taking a seat.
“What’s that if I may ask?” he stood in front of me, lifted my chin up with his index finger and combed my eye brow with his thumb.
“My dad asked me to deliver something for him” I lied.
“I should meet your dad don’t you think so? ” he asked and my heart raced, how do I even tell him my father’s Phillip Ima?
“You will, soon” I told him.
he sat next to me and placed my head on his chest.
“Your hair is rough, get it changed”
“Ok” I responded trying as much as possible to balance my breathing.
“I bought little provision, you should do some cooking for me today, since I have you now it doesn’t speak well if i still eat out you know?” he said kissing my head softly.
Cook? I still cant boil rice success fully. How I suppose to tell this to Amos? he would beat the living hell out of me.
“But first, let do this” He stood up and raised me up, he made me go on my kneels and I know what next, doggy!
After probing in and out, he finally ejaculated and panted like a woman in labour. he cleaned me up himself and asked me to prepare him okro and semovita.
God, I am finished! how am I suppose to make this happen? Okro and semovita? I am sure I would be the one to make the real soup and meat. I am dead.
I dragged my legs into the kitchen, he bought everything and even got the pepper blended and meat washed. the okro was chopped and packed in a transparent container.
where do I start from? Some how, I remember Google. Thank God.
I followed google instructions through out, I made the semovita and I could vividly see big lumps, God! Amos would kill me.
I served him with shaky hands, he settled down and started with the beef, the first chew he had brought out a terrible look on his face. I trembled when he spat the meat into the washing hand basin.
“Hanna, who made this food?” he thundered and I started sobbing.
“Come this way and explain things to me because I am sure you didn’t empty the whole salt in this house into this soup” He said washing his mouth with water and shaking his head.
I moved close to him as he ordered but I couldn’t defend myself.
“Who made this food?” He stood up and sent a slap across my face, the same hand he dipped in the stew.
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