A GAME FOR FOUR

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A GAME FOR FOUR

CHAPTER 1

One bright Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in my living room, half asleep and minding my own business. The weather was hot as was usual with that time of the year. The day was also very boring because there was no electricity. Just last week, that transformer that supplied light to our neighbourhood had caught fire. We had no idea when it would be replaced. It could take weeks, even months, we had no idea. It would have been better if my phone was on, but my phone was off because I hadn't charged it well in about two days.

On a working day, I would have felt less bored, since I would have been at work. However, it was weekend, and there was no way I could fight my boredom by staying at home. So, I decided to go to an off-license bar that was around my neighbourhood. The owner had a standby generator. It was an opportunity for me to get my phone charged, and also to have some entertainment to ease off my boredom.

I went into my bedroom, dressed smart and casually, locked my door and went downstairs to the bar. When I got there, I saw that there were other people drinking and chatting excitedly because there was a Champions League Match going on. After haven given my phone to the bartender to charge, I sat down, ordered a bottle of juice, for I didn't drink alcohol, and joined in watching the match on a huge plasma TV.

About three hours later, the generator ran out of fuel and the bartender announced that she wouldn't be turning it on again until nighttime, since fuel had become expensive because of the recent removal of fuel subsidy. I had no more reason to stay there. So, I decided to go home. I went to the bartender to collect my phone before going, but I didn't meet her there. The person I met instead was the owner of the place herself. She smiled as I approached her.

"You want another drink?" She asked.

"No, I came to get my phone. I gave it to your salesgirl to charge it for me." I replied.

"She is not my salesgirl. She is my daughter." She corrected me.

"Oh! Your daughter? You have such a big daughter?" I was surprised.

"Yes, why?"

"You don't look to me like someone who has such a grown-up daughter. You look quite young to be the mother of such a girl."

"Indeed!" She laughed. "She is my daughter. Anyway, I had her when I was only fifteen."

"That makes sense to me now. Anyway, since you have turned of your generator, I have to go back home. Would you be so kind as to give me my phone?"

"There are a number of phones here." She replied. "Would you be so kind as to tell me which one is yours?"

"The iPhone."

"Oh! So, you are the one whose phone has been ringing endlessly? Your line is hotter than MTN itself." She laughed.

"My phone has been ringing. It was supposed to be off."

"I don't know, maybe my daughter turned it on."

"That is possible. Anyway, let me see who has been calling."

She handed the phone to me. I checked my call log and realized that it was my boss who had been calling. Why was he calling me on a Sunday? So, I couldn't rest even on a Sunday? Vexed, I put the phone in my hip pocket and turned to go.

"Are you alright?" The lady asked.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"You don't look happy. You were smiling just now and all of a sudden, everything changed. Or is it because your phone is not fully charged yet?"

"No, far from that. It is something that has to do with my job."

"Alright, but in case you need to continue charging your phone, you can come back by 6:30 PM. The generator will be on again by that time."

"Thank you, I will be back."

I went back to my house, and feeling good because my phone was now on, I sat on an armchair and started browsing. As I browsed, I thought about my boss' missed call. I decided I would call him only when I was about to go to sleep. I didn't want to attend to anything that had to do with work on a Sunday.

As I continued browsing, my mind went back to the owner of the bar and her daughter. From the way she looked, she couldn't be more than thirty-five years old. Yet she had a daughter that was about twenty years old. That was really impressive. Sometimes, it's good to have children when you are much younger. Her daughter now looks like her sister, and she was very beautiful, just like her mother. Anyway, I decided that it was not my business. So, I turned my attention back to my phone.

It was around 6:15 PM now and I was still concentrating on my phone when I heard a knock on my door.

"Who is there?" I asked.

"Uncle, it is me."

"Your name, please."

"Mathilda."

Wondering who was Mathilda, I got up and went to see who was at the door. To my greatest surprise, it was the bar owner's beautiful daughter. She smiled broadly as she looked at me. I had seen that smile before. It was the same way her mother had smiled when I had gone to collect my phone just that afternoon.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fine, Uncle."

"So, how may I be of help to you?"

"My mum said I should tell you that she is about to turn on the gen again. So, you can come and continue charging your phone."

"Really? Wow! That is both thoughtful and considerate of her. Tell I am on my way."

"Ok, Uncle, I am going."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye, uncle."

As she left, I stood by my door and watched her leave. I loved the way she rolled it. She could make a good girlfriend but, she was already spoiling business for me. She was calling me 'uncle'. Why was she doing a thing like that? I wasn't very much older than her. I was going to celebrate my birthday, my twenty seventh birthday in a few weeks. She was around twenty years and counting. The age difference wasn't that much. So, why was she calling me 'uncle'?"

She could be doing it as a form of respect, which was a good thing, but I didn't want her respect. At least not for now. Calling me that complicates any thought of asking her out. It made my journey into her heart difficult. Now, I had to first of all try to eradicate the 'uncle' name, and then, start the process afresh. Anyway, what comes to a man is always within his capabilities. I decided that for now, I would go charge my phone. I would worry about the uncle thing later.

I went back to the bar and handed my phone to her mother. I got a seat and sat down, watching TV while waiting for the phone to charge. I was fully absorbed in the movie that was playing when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and it was the smiling face of Mathilda. I smiled back.

"My mum said I should ask you what brand of drink you would like."

"Drink? I haven't ordered for any drink. I just want to sit and wait for my phone to charge." I spoke.

"She said you would say that, and that if you do, I should tell you that it is on the house." She smiled.

"On the house? What does that mean?"

"It means she is paying for it?"

"Hmm! Okay, in that case, bring me a bottle of cold Chill."

"Okay, Uncle."

It had been three hours now, and I felt like it was time to go home. So, I got up from my seat and went to the bar to get my phone, but I didn't meet her mother. I asked Mathilda to give my phone, but she said her mother had taken it to their house which was just beside the bar. She said her mother said there were already too many phones to charge before I could come. So, there was no more space on the distributor for me to plug in my charger. That was why she had to take it to their house to charge it.

"Hmm! But I am about to go home now. What do I do?" I asked.

"She said I should give you another bottle of beer. She would return with your phone soon."

"Alright." I got the other bottle, sat down again and continued drinking and watching TV.

An hour later, and by now, everyone had gone except Mathilda herself, her mother showed up, my phone in hand.

"I am sorry to have wasted your time." She apologized.

"What took you so long?" I asked, slightly irritated. She had made me waste my time and I had to sleep early so that I could go to work the following day on time.

"I was watching an interesting Filipino Telenovela. I didn't want to miss any bit."

"Alright, thank you anyway." I spoke and collected my phone from her. I checked and it was fully charged.

Happily, I quickly gulped my drink, intending to call it a night and go home, but she stopped me. She asked Mathilda to bring two more bottles, one for her and the other for me, and then, asked Mathilda to go home. She wanted just the two of us to be around. However, I quickly declined.

"I don't want to drink anymore."

"Why?"

"Because my tummy is full. I have had two bottles already, remember?"

"I know, but you can manage just one more." She urged.

"No, I can't, I am sorry."

"Okay, they should bring you something smaller. Mathi, please, bring him malt."

She was very persuasive. So, I conceded and took the malt. As soon as she was sure that Mathilda, her daughter, had gone, she began.

"Why are you hurrying home as if you have someone waiting for you. Do you?" She asked.

"No, it's late already. That's why."

"Don't you enjoy my company?"

"I didn't say that."

"Alright, now, I have never seen you with a girl since you started living in this neighbourhood. Why is that?"

"Must you see me?"

"Yeah, it's a small neighbourhood and everybody knows everybody."

"Well, I don't have."

"Why?"

"I haven't found one worthy enough."

"Really? That is strange since there are a lot of nice girls in this neighbourhood."

"Well, there are but I haven't found any worthy enough. Don't feel bad about that. You are a beautiful woman, and I would have loved you to be that special one. However, I have always known that you are married."

"So, if am married, don't they chat up married women?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes widening.

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A GAME FOR FOUR

CHAPTER 2

"I mean people do ask married women out, don't they?" She asked.

"Yes, they do, but I don't fall in that category. I consider marriage a holy thing. It is a vow between a man, a woman and God. So, no one should put asunder what God has put together."

"Please, come down from your moral high ground. Never you climb on a pedestal before talking to me." She spoke. "Listen, in this life, there are rules and then, there are conventions."

"How do you mean?"

"For example, the ten commandments forbid adultery, but doesn't it also forbid any form of sexual immorality?"

"It does."

"But people have love relationships every day, right?"

"Yes."

"And no one frowns on it, right?"

"Yes."

"So, the people committing adultery and the ones committing fornication, would they go to different hellfire? That is assuming they don't repent?"

"No, it is the same hell for everyone, as far as I know."

"Good, so, what is the need of being afraid of one sin when the other one you commit will still take you to the same place?" She asked.

"Well, personally, I believe that when you sleep with someone's wife, someone will also sleep with yours. There is a name for that. I think it is called..."

"Karma." She cut in. "Spare me that thrash. Karma doesn't work in every case. Ok tell me, the first person's whose wife was slept with, did he sleep with anyone's wife?"

"Of course, no."

"So, whose karma was he suffering from?" She asked, smiling in victory. She felt like she had won the debate.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I had no reasonable answer for that last question. However, I still have a strong belief in my convictions. I just didn't want to prolong the conversation. I was feeling sleepy and badly wanted to go home. Besides, I didn't feel very comfortable sitting all alone with a woman whose marital status could not be determined, in an off-license bar at such a late and ungodly hour.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk with you. Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, I am feeling sleepy, and I have to go now. However, before I go, please, answer my original question. Are you married?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course, I am. Look at my finger..." She spoke, raising her hand and showing me her fingers. "...do I look like I am married? Have you seen any ring?"

"No."

"So, what is your problem, then?"

"I have no problem, Madam. What is your name?"

"Just call me Laura."

"Alright, Laura. I am going home now. We will talk about this on a later day, okay."

"That is okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight to you too."

I went back home and fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. In the morning when I was going to work, I saw Laura in front of her bar. She was opening it for the day. I waved at her, got a bike and went to work. That day, work was very tough. I had too many clients to attend to. I was a counsellor, and my job was to fix relationships, marriages and other social problems. That meant I had to be as morally upright as possible. Was I going to be able?

I got back home around 4:00 PM, and the first thing I noticed was that our electricity had been restored. That meant the electricity company had been busy while I was at work. I was grateful. I turned on the TV, and then, went to my bedroom to change my dress. I was halfway through when my doorbell rang.

"Who is there?" I asked.

"Matilda, Uncle."

"Oh, it is you. Please, give me a minute. I will be there soon."

A few minutes later, I went to the living room and met her. She was having a tray in her hands and there were two dishes on it.

"My mother asked me to bring food to you." She said, shyly.

"But she didn't tell me beforehand. I am very complicated when it comes to food. It's not everything that I eat. Anyway, what's on the menu?"

"It's okongobong and ripe plantains." She replied.

"Mmmm!! I love that. Okay, drop the tray on the table, and go back home. Tell her thank you on my behalf. When I am done eating, I will notify you to come and get the dishes."

"Uncle, I will wait for you to finish."

"Why?"

"My mum said I should wait for you to finish and bring the dishes back."

"Alright, if you say so."

I had finished eating the food now and she had cleared the table. After that, she took the dishes into the kitchen and washed them. I was expecting her to leave as soon as she finished washing the dishes, but she didn't. Instead, she came back to the living room and started watching TV with me. I was busy browsing on my phone and laughing at a comedy skit I was watching.

"What's making you laugh so much, Uncle?" She asked.

"I am watching a very funny comedy." I replied.

"Really?" She asked and moved behind me. She wanted to watch the skit too.

As she stood behind me, her plump and hard melons were firmly pressed on my back, and they made my body move. So, I politely asked her to come and sit beside me instead, so that we could watch together comfortably. She left where she was standing but didn't sitt. Instead, she stood by me. As we watched together, she kept laughing and falling on my body. I didn't know if she was doing that deliberately or not. My body was doing me somehow, so I closed my phone and put it on the table. I turned to her and asked.

"Are you not going home?"

"I will, are you sending me away?" She asked.

"Not really, but I thought your mum would be waiting for you."

"No, she is not. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Anything like what?"

"Any house chores. Like washing of clothes and those kinds of stuffs. You live alone. So, who does those things for you?"

"Nobody, if you want to help, you can begin by going to my bedroom now and arranging my bed for me." That was a trap, and I was hoping she would fall for it. To my delight, she fell for it hook, line and sinker.

"Okay, Uncle."

She went to the bedroom, and I waited for a few minutes and followed her. When I got there, she was bent forward, trying to tuck the bedsheet. The gown she was wearing was very short, and as a result of her bending, the dress had climbed up to her behind and the back of her pants was fully revealed. I tiptoed slowly and touched it. She hadn't seen me coming so, she was startled.

"What are you doing, Uncle." She asked.

"Shhhh! You know what I want, don't you?"

"But you are my uncle na."

"My friend, what is wrong with you. I am not your uncle. I am just your neighbour, your mother's friend."

"But you are older than me."

"By how many years? How old are you?"

"Almost twenty-one."

"Enhe! There is just about six to seven years difference between us. That is perfect. Listen, let me just have it and no one will know, okay?" I try to coax her.

"But you know what are doing is not right, you are taking advantage of me."

"How do you mean? What do you mean by I am taking advantage of you? You are not a child, you are an adult, Mathilda."

"That is not what I mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you want to sleep with me when I am not your girlfriend. I don't want it that way." She spoke.

I looked at her in wonder. Ever since I started to interact with her and her mum, she had always passed for a shy and naïve young lady. I was banking on that and that was why I was trying to take advantage of her like she rightly put it. Now, she was behaving difficult. She was not as innocent and naïve like I had thought.

"How do you want it?" I asked, looking deep in her eyes. I was very impatient, and my thing was already hard and strong. I couldn't wait any longer.

"I want you to ask me out formally." She spoke.

"What?"

"Yes, that is how I want it."

"But that is blackmail na. Okay, let's do it first, and then I will ask you out formally."

"No way, you cannot take the second step before the first one. Do it."

I had no choice. I had to do it. However, I knew it would pay for it. I didn't want to ask her out, at least not at that time. I just wanted her to be my neighbourhood girl that I could use when I want.

But she had proved to be smarter than me. I had to do it. I would look for an escape route later. It could be difficult and dangerous, but I would take the bulls by the horns when the time reached. I wasn't even thinking clearly. My brain had temporally been transferred to my groin and all I could think of was to get inside as soon as possible.

"I will do as you say." I declared.

"Get on with it, then."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"None for now."

"So, you mean, there is nobody occupying your heart now without paying rents?"

"Nobody."

"So, I am formally applying to be your boyfriend. What have you got to say about that?" I asked.

"What is your name?"

"Rudolf."

"Mr. Rudolf, do you love me?" She asked.

I wasn't expecting that. What was wrong with this girl? Is she an obanje or what? Why would she be asking me if I loved her or not?? Now, If I said I didn't, she would not give me what I wanted. I was confused, but I decided that I would play along.

"Yes, I love you." I spoke and I knew I would regret it. "Do you love me, too?"

"Yes, Mr. Rudolf. I love you too. I have always loved you from the day I saw you. I had hoped and hoped that you were going to ask me out, but you didn't. I looked for every means to get close to you. Then, that day, you came to charge your phone and I was very grateful" She explained.

"So, you should be grateful to the transformer for burning?" I laughed, and she laughed too.

She was a tough little girl. So, all this while that I thought she was a naïve and innocent girl, she had instead been planning and scheming to get me. Now she had succeeded. I looked at this thing critically, she had played me instead of me playing her. Yes, that was how it was. I thought she was going to be an easy prey. I thought I was going to play her. Now, she had played me instead. Women!! You cannot be too sure of them. Anyway, she had had what she wanted. Now, let her give me mine.

"So, can we get on with it now?" I asked.

"You really want it that desperately?" She asked, smiling. She was enjoying the fact that she was taunting me.

"Yes, I do."

"Ok, come and have it." She spoke and removed her dress completely.

She climbed on the bed and waited for me to come to her.

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A GAME FOR FOUR

CHAPTER 3

I went to bed and joined her. You can imagine the rest for yourself. About an hour later, business done, she put on her clothes, and we came back to the living room. I peeped outside to make sure that no neighbours were on their balconies. When I was sure no one was around, I signaled her to leave. However, we had this conversation before she left.

"I don't want anyone to know about this." I told her.

"Why?"

"I am just a private person and I would appreciate if this remains between us."

"Alright, you can count on me."

That evening, around 7:00 PM, I was at home all alone when Mathilda came again.

"Hi Mr. Rudolf."

"Just call me, Rudolf."

"My mum said I should come and check if you are home."

"Alright, tell her that I am home."

She was about to go, then she turned around and asked.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"Is anything going on between you and my mum?"

"No, why did you ask?"

"She shows so much interest in you, and she always talks about you." She replied.

"Really? But I don't have anything with her."

"Alright, because I don't want to share you with anyone, not even my own mother."

"Don't worry. I have only you."

She went back and told her mum that I was home. Her mum instructed her to stay at the bar to attend to the customers. Then, she, Laura came to my house to see me. She had never been to my house before. This was her first time. She didn't come empty handed. She brought food. That is the good thing about dating or being friends with older women. They can kill you with food.

"Hi Rudy." She greeted.

"Oh! Welcome Laura. You didn't tell me you were coming." I spoke, standing up to welcome her.

"I sent my daughter to find out if you were home."

"That is not the same thing. Anyway, welcome and make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you, I brought food for you."

"That is so kind of you." I took the food from her and kept it in my kitchen. When I got back to the living room, I asked.

"Should I get anything for you?"

"No, I want us to go out. I want us to go to Blush Nightclub. It has been a long time since I was last at a nightclub."

"I have never been to a club before." I told her.

"Then, take this as a good opportunity for you to experience a new kind of life."

I looked keenly at her and now understood why she was dressed the way she did. She was wearing just a mini skirt that almost went right up to her behind, and a skimpy top. On her feet were very high stilettos. I had no time to waste. I got dressed for clubbing immediately and we both walked out of the compound. We got a bike and headed for Blush.

We were at Blush now. We had secured a table that we shared with four other people of mixed gender. There were lots of drinks to go round, and the music was very loud. When the DJ played Johnny Drille's 'How Are You?', she stood, pulled me up and we danced together. I couldn't believe she was such a good dancer. When the music stopped, we sat down and continued drinking.

It was about 2:00 AM now and I decided that it was time for us to go home. She was drunk and it looked like she was one of those women who became horny as soon as they were drunk. I got a bike, paid the rider at once and we both got on it.

The driver sped away to our neighbourhood, but several times, we came close to being involved in an accident. That is because, Laura couldn't hold herself. She kept attempting to kiss me on the bike. I wondered how she thought that was possible. I kept cautioning her to stop until we got home, but she wouldn't heed my warnings, and several times, the bike man had to slow down, or we would have fallen into the bushes by the side of the road.

When the bike man finally brought us to the neighbourhood, her bar had already closed and her daughter, Mathilda, had already gone to sleep. Everywhere was quiet, so I decided to take her to my house because she was heavily drunk.

As we climbed the stairs that led to my second-floor apartment, she was in front, and I was behind to make sure she didn't fall. I started thinking to myself. Here I was with her at my disposal. She was drunk, horny and was going to spend the night in my house. What was I going to do?

It was a very complicated situation. It would have been different if I hadn't had anything to do with her daughter, but now I had. If I did anything with her, it would mean I was going to be involved in a love triangle with a daughter and her mother.

That was very dangerous and ungodly. But she wanted it and she wanted it so badly. What was I going to do? I was trapped. I had taken alcohol too, and though I wasn't as drunk as she was, I was feeling tipsy too. I was lost as to what to do.

We had finished climbing the stairs and were now on the landing that led to my apartment. I removed my keys and with an unsteady hand, tried to open the door, but the keys slipped form my hand and fell on the ground.

As I tried to bend double to get the keys, she grabbed my T Shirt violently and brought her mouth to mine, putting all the weight on her body on mine. I almost lost my footing. I tried to push her away, but she held on tightly. Her breath stank of alcohol.

"Henry, please, make love to me." She spoke in a drunken voice.

"What are you saying?" I was confused. "My name is not Henry."

"Please, stop playing games, Henry. You know it has been long. You left me alone for so long, and now that you have come, why are you still making excuses. Please, make love to me."

My sense of reasoning completely flew out of the window. She was too close for comfort and my LGA had started responding. I couldn't wait any longer. The only waiting I could do was to find out who Henry was, and that would only be later. For now, I had to get to work, or this woman was going to strangle me.

I abandoned the project of picking my house keys which still laid on the floor and concentrated on Laura instead. I turned her around, raised her mini skirt, shifted her panties and without any thought of protecting myself, entered her violently. You know, I was tipsy, and sixty percent of my actions were driven by alcohol. She gasped as I entered and as I started the tactile movement, I also had to struggle to support her to be upright because she could barely stand.

"Henry! Henry!! You are killing me. I missed this." She moaned.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please don't leave me again."

"I won't."

"Promise me you won't."

"I promise."

"You know I love you so much, right?"

"Yes, babe. I love you too."

Whoever Henry was, I didn't know, and I didn't care. I just wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted. I was committing a great error, but I didn't want to think about that. She was a beautiful, curvy and sexy woman, every man's dream woman.

I got tired of holding her upright, so, I let her lie on the floor. I turned her around when she had laid on the floor, spread her legs and got back on her. That position was more enjoyable since I didn't need to go through the stress to hold her upright. She was screaming and moaning and pulling my hair and scratching my back. She was in a wild world of ecstasy as she believed she was making love with Henry.

We were still deep into it when I heard the sound of a car approaching. I figured it was one of my neighbours who had also gone to the club with his wife. They were on their way home. If I didn't act quickly, they were going to catch us pants down, literally. I tried to get up from Laura, but she would have none of it and grabbed me tighter.

"Someone's coming." I whispered to her. "My neighbour and is wife. They will be driving into the compound soon and might see us."

"So what? Let them mind their own business. Am I not your wife, too?"

"My what?"

"Please, don't pull out. I haven't had enough." She begged.

I pulled out nevertheless. I couldn't keep adhering to the dictates of a drunk woman. I fumbled for the keys in the darkness of my balcony and found it. I opened the door and dragged her inside. It was timely too, because just at that moment, my neighbour drove into the compound with the bright headlamps of his car fully on. A second later, and they would have seen us.

When we got into the living room, we continued. This time, I had gone back behind her and was hitting hard. I decided that we should go to the bedroom. However, I didn't pull away from her as we walked to the bedroom. I was jamming all the way until we hit the bed.

The bed was too comfortable for her. Before I could release, she was already asleep. I pulled out, went to the bath, relieved myself and came back to the bedroom. I carried her and placed her properly on the bed. Then, I laid beside her and fell asleep immediately.

My phone alarmed at 4:00 AM and startled me. I opened my eyes and, now that my eyes and brain was clearer, it dawned on me that Laura was right beside me, dead asleep. I smiled when I realized that. I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn't budge. I wanted more of her. When I realized that she wasn't complying, I got on her and did it myself. She slept there like a corpse and didn't notice anything.

Around 5:00 AM, I woke her up again. I woke her because I wanted her to go to her house. I didn't want her to sleep until morning. I didn't want my neighbours to see her leaving my apartment in the morning. She managed to wake up, but she was still feeling terribly sleepy.

"Laura, Laura, can you go home now? It's already almost morning." I spoke.

"Why na? I am still feeling sleepy, please."

"You need to go home."

"But I am home." She said, and then realized that she was in my house. "Wait a minute!! Rudolf. I followed you to your house?"

"Yes, you were too drunk last night and you couldn't go home." I replied.

"Oh no! Tell me we didn't have sex, did we? Be honest."

"Yes, we did, and it felt so good." I was afraid of her reaction, but instead she smiled.

"You took advantage of a drunk woman, shame on you." She said in good humour.

"As if you didn't enjoy it." I spoke, my confidence returning.

"I was drunk and I can't tell if I enjoyed it or not. However, I hope you know what you have started. Hope you have no plans of running, because you have just awoken a sleeping lion. I would devour you." She smiled.

"I can't wait to see you devour me." I laughed.

"Whatever the case, please, let me sleep a little. I am still feeling very drowsy."

"But it's almost morning." I complained.

"Yes, I will leave by six. It will still be dark; remember we have longer nights now."

As she slept, I went back to the living room, opened her handbag, removed her phone, and luckily it was unlocked. I checked her gallery and saw many pictures of her and a handsome man. In some of the pictures, Mathilda was with them. I started worrying. I was suspecting that the man was her husband. I turned on her data, went to her WhatsApp and searched the name, Henry. A contact named 'Henry Darling' popped up. I clicked on their chat and went through. What I saw shocked me.

Laura was a legally married woman, and her husband's name was Henry.

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