Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E57

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

“You are welcome. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“Cool. In the morning we’ll go to my clinic and I’ll run your tests. Is that ok?”

I nodded.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you,” I said.

“That makes two of us. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m not married but I had to say so to make you come home with me. You were in no state to be going home alone.”

“You are not married?”

I did not believe him. He had realised he I wouldn’t sleep with him because he was married and now he was lying that he wasn’t, now that he’d gotten me to his house.

“Nope.”

And with that he shut my door and I listened as he walked away and open and shut another door.

Needless to say, sleep was the last thing on my mind. The room he put me in was so tidy it felt uncomfortable. I looked at the beautiful bed with a perfectly smooth white sheet and I felt guilty to ruffle it.

I walked about the room, opening wardrobes and drawers, and then I finally sat on the bed. I sat like this until I started feeling cold, thanks to the AC. The light was still on and I was fully clothed. I realised I was waiting for him to return, to knock on the door and ask me to come to his room: to prove to me that he’s just like every other man.

But he didn’t come and I was getting colder and colder. I stood up and walked to the door. It didn’t have a key in the lock. I found the light switch and flicked it off. By the time I was done removing my clothes my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and I could see my way around. I got under the duvet, closed my eyes and listened to see if I’d hear him opening his door to come to mine.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of knocking. At first it was in a dream and I was the one knocking on the door to our BQ because I’d left my keys at home and the girls were asleep, then gradually I stirred to consciousness and I realised he had finally come to make his move.

I was suddenly wide away under the duvet. He had stopped knocking and my eyes were on the door and my ears pricked to every sound. I heard the door handle turning and I closed my eyes. I felt the light from the corridor outside.

“Amaka, Amaka,” he called my name. Then I heard my phone ringing.

“Amaka,” I heard his voice close to me then I felt his hand shaking me. My phone was ringing closer to me now.

I pretended to wake up.

“What?” I asked, trying to sound sleepy.

He spoke in near whispers.

“Your phone dropped in the car,” he said. “My maigauard heard it ringing and called to tell me.”

The phone had stopped ringing. He was on the edge of my bed now. He handed me the phone and I checked only to find seven missed calls all from Mama.

“Thanks,” I said.

“No probs,” he said. Then he got up to leave. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

He left and I switched off the phone. I was wide awake, I didn’t want to talk to Mama, and he was walking away.

Was it because he thought I had HIV? Or did he just not like me?