Must Read: The Rich Kids Of Lagos (16+)… Part 20

Aduke looked at the shut door and cried some more. She went to the sofa and sat down, hoping that D.G would burst back in with a smile on his face and say ‘Gotcha!’ but after waiting for about fifteen minutes, she knew it wasn’t a joke and the bastard actually expected her to seat and wait like an errant school child. Well, he would get the shocker of his life.
Aduke walked into the huge bedroom and picked up her blue Chanel bag. She stuffed in panties, her toothbrush, hair brush, a tee-shirt and lip gloss. She was going to leave the room and damn the consequences. She was pleased that she had come with the three thousand dollars from the other night as back up on this trip. It would This help her because she was determined to teach this insensitive man a lesson.
As she walked across the suite and towards the door, she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror. She saw herself carrying a bag, paid for by the man she was upset with, she also knew the money in that bag was from him and her anger deserted her. What kind of human being was she turning out to be? A kept woman? Did a kept woman even have any rights? With that, she dropped her bag, took five hundred dollars, with a silent promise to repay it and left.
She was still determined to teach him a lesson, even with her limited funds. Nobody speaks to her in that manner and gets away with it. She was willing to damn the consequences. He would have to prove to the security that she had stolen his jewellery wouldn’t he? He would have to tell them why he was in possession of her passport. Her anger welled up again.
Aduke was determined to get a hotel room for the night and rest, far away from the mad man. In the midst of her blinding rage, she felt the evening breeze against her skin and heard the ocean. She wished things were different, she and D.G could have been walking by the seashore, holding hands and enjoying the evening but, here she was all alone, angry and frustrated.
As she looked up, she saw the lights of another hotel, Golden Sands Resort, winking at her and she decided to get a room so she could spend the night.
‘Hi’ greeted the receptionist as she approached the front desk
‘Good evening, I would like a room please’ said Addy
‘Let me check if we’ve got a free room’ the lady clacked on her computer and made many faces before she faced Aduke again
‘I’m sorry, darlin’ we are fully booked’ said the receptionist
‘Do you know of any other hotels around here? asked Addy
‘Just walk down this stretch darlin’ there are lots’ said the receptionist
‘Okay, thanks’. with that, Aduke left.
Aduke decided to try at the another hotel and it was the same story, the third and fourth ones needed her Identity Card even though she swore she was twenty eight, they didn’t believe her. At that point, Aduke gave up. She read the hand writing on the wall and realised that she was better of returning to the hotel. She decided to sit by the shore for some time and she sat there lost in thought for a long time. She decided to face her fate and go upstairs. The worst case was that she would be on the next flight home to LasGidi. Aduke got up and walked to the hotel. At the suite, she knocked timidly and sat by the door, chin in hand. He probably was not back. She shouldn’t have left the room, now she was locked out.
The door flung open and Alhaji barrelled out, looking the other way before seeing her seated on the ground, chin in hand. The thunderous frown on his face wiped off immediately and was replaced with a look of compassion. He stretched his hand out to her as his features settled back to the normal, gentle, handsome face Aduke knew. He engulfed her in a tight hug and dragged her into the suite.
‘I’ve been so worried. I would never have been able to live with myself if something had happened to you out there said Alhaji
Aduke, overwhelmed by all the raging emotions, burst into tears. This time, the really embarrassing ones with huge sobs.
‘Dont cry, Addy, I’m sorry’ said Alhaji. He drew her back into his arms and dragged her to the sofa and put her on his laps, like a little girl.
He cradled her face in his hands and looked into her eyes
‘Learn to stay put! Don’t get me worried like this’ he admonished
‘I’m sorry.’ said Aduke
‘I told you, I like organisation. Be where you are expected to be all the time’ he told her
‘I’m sorry D.G, I just wanted to have a look around. I’ve not been here before’ explained Aduke
‘I realise that now and I know how curious the young can be’ agreed Alhaji
‘He enfolded her into his arms again and they sat in silent companionship for some minutes until her stomach growled hungrily.
Aduke tried to hide it but he had heard
‘Have you had something to eat?’ he asked
‘No’ was the simple response
‘Why not? You need to eat!’ He eased her off his laps, strode to the desk and spoke into the telephone to order from the room service. He did this with the air of a man who was unused to ordering his own food by himself. He came back to the sofa and put her back on his laps. Perhaps because the atmosphere was calmer, Aduke could feel his erection. He hugged her even closer and began to draw circles on her skin with his finger tips.
A rap on the door broke the solitude. It was the room service wheeling in food. By the time the table was set, Aduke knew that this was one crazy man.
‘Are we having a party?’Asked Addy
‘Why?’ asked Gabbo
‘Who is all this food for?’ asked Addy
‘You’ he responded
‘Do you want to kill me with all this food?’ she asked
A mischievous glint entered his eyes ‘Are you trying to do shakara now? Your belly was telling another story just now. You better don’t die of hunger. Eat!’ he teased and commanded at once
Aduke was spoilt for choice and Alhaji decided to help her out.
‘First eat some pasta. Come, let me feed you’ he said.
He got up to wash his hands and then, dragged her back to his laps.
Alhaji began to feed Addy using his bare hands. All of a sudden, the heat was turned back on. She didn’t know how he did it but this was the sexiest meal she had ever eaten. He looked deep into her eyes as he fed her the food. One bite of chicken, a pull on pasta, he made her lick the sauce off his fingers and pushed his fingers on her tongue. He rubbed his tigers across her gum and teeth. By the time Aduke was full, she was also ready.
As abruptly as he had started Danladi stopped and went to wash his hands. When he came back to the sitting area, he had divested himself of his shirt. Aduke looked at his body and marvelled that a man of 49 could look like this. His chocolate milk skin was beautiful to look at, the curly hairs on his chest tapered down beneath the waist band of his trousers, his belly was firm. He moved the centre table away and faced her.
‘Get up’ this was an order she was unwilling to fight
He turned her around and removed her top from the back. Aduke complied by raising her arms over her head.
He ran his hands down her body and stopped at her breasts, full and pointed, still in their brassiere cups. He cupped them firmly and whispered in her ear.
‘You have a beautiful body, and its all mine’ a kiss at her nape punctuated this.
Aduke shivered with the tension of what she knew would come. He continued to explore her body and unbuttoned her jeans, he dragged them down over her hip, pausing to kiss her along the way. One kiss here, one bite there. He continued to tease all the way down till he was kneeling with this face on her Buttocks. He nicked her bottom and turned her around.
Aduke stepped out of her jeans.
‘Hmm, matching sets, I love that…’ Aduke issued silent thanks to Tessy for it was she who had insisted that Aduke packed like she was going away for a honeymoon.
Alhaji dragged her down and began to kiss her, tenderly. Aduke was lost in the the moment. Almost as abruptly as it had begun, Alhaji stopped and sat on the sofa.
‘Dance for me’ Aduke stood in the middle of the room, confused.. Dance? to which music? but she complied.
She began to move slowly with the movements emanating from her hips, hands, high above her head.
‘Touch yourself’ he ordered, again, she complied as she could see his growing excitement through his boxer shorts
She began to rub her body slowly, sensually. Up, down, sway left, right. She started to get the hang of it and acted like she was the only one in the room.
‘Remove everything and lie on the floor… I want to see you touch yourself’ said Alhaji in a very soft voice. He was obviously aroused.
Aduke complied and divested herself of her under garments, and gave him premium viewing. She noticed he was also touching him self too. Aduke closed her eyes, lost in the moment and certain that he would soon take over from her fingers.
‘Lick your fingers for me’ She complied. and resumed touching herself.
She felt a change in the mood before she opened one eye to peek at him. He sat there, immobile, looking at her with a strange look on his face.
‘It’s okay, you can get up now. Take a shower and meet me in bed’ With that, he got up and strode out of the room. Gone was the amorous man of a few minutes ago. He had been replaced by this strange man who seemed unreachable.
Aduke felt really foolish. She had exposed her whole body to a man whose pubes she had not even seen and worse still, he had walked out of the room on her. Had she imagined his erection and excitement? She gathered her clothes and fled into the bathroom. She stayed there for long moments almost expecting him to barge in, to demand that she comes into bed, but when that did not happen, she came out and found him on the bed, snoring lightly. She was amazed and annoyed.
She decided she was not going to sleep beside him. Her body was still tingling from her pent up arousal. Aduke walked to the other room and lay down to sleep. She felt herself being carried to the other room and knew it was D.G relocating her but she was too tired to awaken. She later woke up briefly to see that he had wrapped himself around her – almost in a comforting gesture. She knew it was his silent apology for the unreleased tension he had caused and she slept back with a smile. She was getting to understand this man.
They woke up leisurely and she was shy to look at him or into his face. He was easy to avoid because he had to attend a meeting and was running late. He kept grumbling that this was the first time in many years that he had slept in
‘Its all your fault, I never sleep in. Perhaps I should cancel this meeting. I wonder if I’m settled enough to deliberate today.’ he opened his diary and shook his head.
‘I will attend this one and cancel the rest. I have my special girl here. I need to have some time for her’ she just sat in bed, in her sheer nightie and tousled hair and watched him move around. She smiled because he was so electrifying.
He walked into the living room
‘Aduke, can you come please’. he called out
She came out in her sheer nightwear
‘Seat’ he pointed at the swivel reading chair, he had a smile playing on his lips
Aduke sat down and saw that he bent under the table. she wondered what he was up to and felt the cold steel click on her ankle.
He got back up, dusted his hands and said
‘That is to ensure you stay put’ he said referring to the clicking sound.
The bastard had cuffed her to the chair! And he was moving around like this was normal!
‘Alhaji, realease me NOW, otherwise, I would scream this hotel down’ threatened Aduke
‘Its okay, go ahead.’ He was really unconcerned.
D.G popped into the kitchenette and began to lay breakfast down on the executive table. He dropped a gallon of milk, a bowl, bottled water in front of her and said ‘See you in two and a half hours my dear’
He came round the table and kissed her lips even though she tried to dodge. He walked towards the door and returned for one more kiss, with a slight nick on the corner of her mouth. ‘Just because you belong to me’
Aduke was amazed that he walked out of the room and this time, he really left.