Tiit For Tat - S01 E06

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E06

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The Takeover

“Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us; our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.” ~ Albert Einstein

[Mike’s Point of View ]

My name is Mike Ebuka, the first son of Bill Ebuka. I’m sure you heard about my father.

Well,it had been four months since he was buried. My mother, my siblings and I were still grieving.

The police conducted an investi

gation and concluded that the brakes of his car were tampered with.

One thing they were not able to established was the culprit who tampered with the brakes.

My Father’s Friend Zolabin took over the company just four months after my father’s demise.

When my mother confronted him about it,he said I’m too young to handle the company so he needed to put things in the appropriate order. Though my mother was still apprehensive about his real motive , she left.

I was 16 then and Zolabin was in his late forties. Maybe 47.What could I have done to him?

Our education suffered after my father kicked the bucket. Since Zolabin was the one now in charge of our father’s company,we went to him with our problems.

At first he promised to help us but later he was adamant. When we went to him again he retorted, “I’m not your father. Stop disturbing me!”

Our extended family refused to intervene on our behalf. My uncles

were envious of the mountain of wealth my father used to possess.

Since my mother was unable to pay the high school fees in Galaxy International School ,She took us away from that International school and placed us in a local Government School. We wept bitterly because we were going to miss our friends and the five star facilities in those schools.

Galaxy International School is located in Warri,Nigeria. It provides day and boarding facilities to children living in Nigeria and children of foreign based families and Nigerians living outside Nigeria. The school has Quality lesson resources; E- Boards, Interactive Boards, Friendly learning Environment,Electronic library and nice science laboratories.

I didn’t want to talk about my friend Mimi and George. They were all from London. Mimi’s father was a diplomat and George’s father is a UNICEF representative in Nigeria. Our teachers were all professionally trained graduates.

Hmmm, I remembered when dad was alive ,I would relax in his air conditioned car and play video games on my iPad. When I alighted,You would hear someone saying , “look ,that’s billionaire Bill Ebuka’s First Son.”

Then everyone would turn to look in my direction. The girls would eye me with jealousy as I would walked majestically into my air conditioned study hall.I took a particular liking to Natasha. She was my best friend.

Goosh, she was sad when I left Galaxy International School. It’s not my fault. In just three months,my Social status had dropped from being the Son of a famous Billionaire to being the Mother of a commoner.

Things in Government High school were very different from the International School. The environment was uncomfortable, the students were nasty and uncouth,the teachers,though trained act unprofessionally. The boards were still the 19th Century Chalkboards with a few marker boards. Simply put,there was a huge gap between Government High Schools and International private schools. Well. This is the situation now. We needed to adjust to it.

I went home one day only to my mother sad. She told me she went to confront Zolabin in his house and he sexually harassed her.

I suggested to her to report the issue to the police but she said without any concrete evidence,her accusation would not hold water.

Out of anger I decided to confront Zolabin.

When I reached his ‘residence’

(actually it was my father’s residence) his guards prevented me from entering the compound. The head guard said it was a standing order from his “boss.”

I went round to eavesdrop behind the House. Then I overhead snippets of his conversation with a lady I think was one of his

girlfriends. Some months ago , I saw Zolabin frolicking with some young ladies in a restaurant.

At another time , I saw a young lady entering my father’s company looking for him. He then came out , held the lady’s backside and took her inside. Surely,this Zolabin man ,my father used to call a friend, is a Casanova.

Back to where I eavedropped on their conversation, I overhead the lady’s voice saying “….Don’t be in a hurry….It’s all yours…”

Zolabin : “….Yea, I know…but I can’t control it in the next few minutes….”

Lady: “……….huh,umm, will you keep your promise….”

Zolabin : Yea,the house. I would surely give you the house…..Don’t worry…….”

Lady: When ……..?”

Instead of responding to the question,Zolabin seemed to kiss her. Then there was light scuffling and then joy. I suppose it’s the game men and women play in the bedroom.

***

//Third Person Narration //

Zolabin watched Cynthia seductively. He was not really taken aback when she said, “Fill me in.”

He felt she was trying to use her body to pay him for the house he promised to give her.

Zolabin knew those ladies were just after one thing-money. It’s just a game of the sexes. Cynthia was a level 400 student of UNILAG. Soon she would graduate from the university. Zolabin was contemplating on making her his Personal secretary after she complete the university. That’s a story for another day.

He decided to concentrate on the love making.

“Come here babe,let’s have fun tonight. ” Cynthia said seductively.

*****

She moved towards him in her transparent mini robe showing her full natural “endowment.” Which magnetized Zolabin. Cynthia knew he was slowly reacting to his biological urge.

When she saw the surprised – look on his face, her lips parted into a smile, creating dimples on her cheeks. Her dove-like eyes radiated bright lights to further hypnotised him in the circle of lust that had suddenly engulf them. He could see himself reflected in the mirror of her crystal clear seductive eyes.

Her neck was adorned with smooth patterns of well arranged lines and moving downwards from her tantalising breast, her abdomen was dotted with a nice navel. Her legs were firm, spotless,and well proportioned.She held his hand seductively and undressed him completely. Zolabin could not take his eyes off her gorgeous body. Then she turned on a cool music …

My blood boiled with passion

Your smile warms my heart

Your beautiful eyes pierced my soul making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you ……..”

In a flash, Cynthia put her hand at his back, pulled him closer to herself and kissed his lips. His hands automatically reached for the last hook of her bra in a hurry to remove it from her body. They burned with passion .

Within seconds ,the rest of the cloth tumbled under their feet as they plunged onto the soft surface of the circular bed and exploded into a blissful, ecstatic world of pleasure and laughter.

Their body’s chemistry bonded naturally and adjusted to maintain equipose for the sexual intimacy as He invaded certain evasive angles in her anatomy , amidst her uncontrollable shouts and moan ,” eihhh,…. ahh,! Ummm,babe, … ..”

After waves of pleasure,coursed through their bodies, their energies were consumed and the hot passion subsided. Zolabin’s body cooled at once as if a great tension has been lifted off his head. They detached and broke the chain of pleasure that keep them temporarily locked in that esctasic world. As they returned to the real world, the fleeting moments of pleasure became a mere sweet memory.

Cynthia asked him, ” when will you give me the house. You know I like that design. I will forever be yours if you give me that house.

Zolabin was quiet for a moment.

****

[Mike’s Point Of View]

I could hear some scuffling and ecstatic moans…

I was still behind the window eavesdropping. This time around, they were not talking. They were…erhhhh….. I think having fun,considering the series of moans coming from the couples.

As the couples enjoyed themselves,

I kept wondering, First of all, which house are they talking about? Is Zolabin trying to buy a house for his mistress? Hmmm. With my father’s money? Now,he had instructed his security men not to allow any of us come into the house.

Somehow,I had a feeling that the house issue concerned us. I don’t know how but it’s a premonition.

In Zolabin’s Conversation,he said..” I would give you the house ” not “I will buy the house for you.”

Then the picture begun falling in place.

Zolabin Voice cut through my thought again.

“……We would strike…..”

I heard someone coming towards my direction and had only one option__ Run away.

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