Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35
When I got to my madam’s place she looks so
weak, she was just not her.
“What’s wrong with you ma?” I inquired and
she just stared at me for long without saying
a word. I held on to her and kept silient. My
papa will always tell me that the best way to
console an aggrieved person is just to hold
the person tight and share some moment of
silence with them.
Sometimes Silence speaks millions of words.
She clung to me tightly, ‘why is she getting so
emotional?’ I thought. She suddenly asked me
“Nnaji do you really love me?” I turned and
looked at her and I was like “What sorta
question is this one naw”
I said that in my head , you don’t expect I told
her that naw do you?
“Yes ma I do” I replied with a confused
expression written all over my face.
“I mean real love and not lust” she asked and I
assured her that I love her.
I really love her for the way she treats me,
care for me and also give me what I never
dreamt off. Yes I love her.
“Will you mind if I tell you what is on my
I stared at her not sure if I will mind or not.
“uhmmmm…uhmm …Yes ma”U replied and she
Stared at me and I noticed a brim of silver
liquids around the orbs of her eyes.
“You are the firat young man I have ever been
with and….” She suddenly stops talking and I
watched on with anticipation.
She saw the anxious look in my eyes and
continued…”I have always respected my
husband since the inception of our marriage
until he got his secretary pregnant, that was
6years ago.” She paused as if she wants the
information to sink in before she continues
and truely it took me some seconds to digest
“Since then I swore not to be faithful to him
anymore, I have had several affairs, and I
made it obvious so that he will feel what I felt,
I was just not sensitive enough to realise that
my daughter was watching all this and she
termed me a bad mother and never listens to
my advice” I listened intently as she said all
these and I was beginning to feel sorry for her.
“Now my daughter is as promiscuous as
myself and I can’t correct her..”
The tear hanging around the orbs fell down
and she quickly wiped then with my free palm.
“It’s ok I understand” I comforted her. She
nodded and continued talking. ” The other day
I brought you to the house I was not willing to
let you go, I was glad you stayed and I
enjoyed every t----t you gave to me, they were
different from what I always had. They were
energetic and filled with love, and since then I
hunger for more touch, you are the first young
man I have been with and I feel this way” as
she talked I felt more emotional, could this be
happening? A married woman confessing love
to me. Was this really Love or lust?
My thoughts were interrupted with her
touches, “Make love to me Baby, take this
sadness away from me” She pleaded with
sad eyes and grabbed my lips with hers. It
was a ‘battle of the tongues’. We kissed,
smooched, s----d and finally had an intense
s*x. It was 5pm by the time we rounded up.
She was so glad just like I was.
Ada must have been calling, I was wise
enough to keep my phone in silent. When she
went to wash herself I grabbed my phone and
the amount of missed calls I saw shocked me.
Most of them from Ada, and immediately I
started devising a means to leave. I know she
will want me to spend the night but I can’t
just dissapoint Ada. I kept on cracking my
head on what to do but nothing came out of
my drained brain till she stepped out of the
Her body radiated as she stepped into the
room and she asked me to come assist her
with her cream. “Come rub my back please”
As I was rubbing the cream round her back
my brain was still cracking, my hands were
moving erratically, and not romantically, just
as I was about to rub her lower back the idea
surfaced. Just like an inspiration.