Memories Of Cupid - Season 1 - Episode 22

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Memories Of Cupid - Season 1 - Episode 22

“Am sorry for spoiling your mood by requesting to see her” Elyme said apologetically, her lips curved downwards
like a waning moon in a somber sky.

“It’s okay, lets enjoy our meal” He said,
giving her a half smile.

Right on the table was two plates of barbecue, Kung Pao chicken, Portuguese pastries and pizza. Jimi had taught her how to eat those meals on one of those occasions they were out on dates except for pizza which she was conversant with-courtesy of her dad.

The lights in the restaurant bore lone reflections. The five-star restaurant they
were in had espresso machines which
dispatched white cups full of coffee and
other beverage drinks of fragrant vapour.

They were also served lemon pie and
coffee.

The music bawled from the speakers high-spirited the sullen atmosphere and the place was lively in no time. Couples were seen holding hands and placing their orders, smiling sweetly like teenagers drunk in love.

Jimi noticed couples and exchanged smiles
with her.

They ate and talked about their future plans. They discussed life generally, education, fun places for summer vacation and family.

They also joked about Puriche and how she had been hiding her face shamefully at school ever since what happened at the ice cream bar in school.

They also discussed graduation at length till it was getting late.

Elyme was dropped off by her gate by Jimi’s new personal driver and the car sped off but not without him blowing kisses to her in the air.

Elyme was pressing the ring button which would alert the gatekeeper someone was at
the gate when her phone highlighted some
incoming messages, one from her mother
telling her not to return home late, one
from a friend on facebook inviting her to
watch a movie and one from Jimi declaring
how much he cherished and loved her. She
smiled and wondered what was delaying the
gatekeeper.

She was about knocking on the gate when a
blindfold slipped on her eyes. A strange
hand covered her mouth preventing her
from screaming. She was hit by a hard
object and she passed out.

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Elyme felt a masculine hand touch her
thighs, the hand deepened his fingers there
and she shook her body. She shivered when
his breathe caressed her ear. Her olfactory
lobe got stimulated and she smelt a stench
of cigarette. His mouth hungrily inched
closer and closer until it took hers in a
fervent kiss.

His left hand searched for her b0s0m while
the right one found the vertex of her fresh
thighs under her gown. Elyme stood
helpless as she remained tied to a pillar
and her eyes blindfolded in an uncompleted
building.

Her blood pressure plummeted as she felt
her blood turned into cold water gagging in
creaky pipes. Elyme stiffened with a sting in
the pit of her stomach as his lips devoured
hers. The moved closer to her and she
could feel her b—–s pressed against the
wall of his wide hairy chest.

His legs were intertwined with hers in a
perfect fit. Everything was orchestrated in a
sinuous synchronism: lips, tongues and
legs.

Elyme felt his hands trailed up to her b—-t
contours. With one hand he held her wrists
behind her back. With the other, he traced
the curve of her hips. He lifted her gown up
and caressed her thighs. Suddenly, he
stopped.

He untied her and carried her on long wide
plank. He unbuckled his belt and undid his
zip.

“God, am being molested, I doubt if I would
survive this but I love and will continue to
love you wherever this leads me. I love you Jimi” she mumbled silently to herself.

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“But why is she not picking up the d–n
phone?” Jimi yelled at her brother, Sewedo.

“Did you guys have any misunderstanding
whatsoever at the dinner last night?”

Sewedo asked, trying to gather some ideas
together.

“We didn’t have any misunderstanding
whatsoever. I blew her a kiss in the air
when she alighted and she smiled in return.
She even winked at me!”

“Calm down Jims, what could be wrong?

Have you tried sending her some
messages?”

“I have done everything Sewedo, I have
called her, she didn’t pick up and I sent up
to fifteen messages already but she hasn’t
replied any!”

“Or could it be what am thinking?”

“What are you thinking?” Sewedo asked,
scratching his forehead with his long but
tidy nails.

“could it be because of the message I sent
to her telling her I love her that has made
her refuse to pick my calls or reply my
messages?”