Love Look What You Made Me Do

Chapter one

Cute boy in the kitchen

Nku stood in the spacious, gadget-fitted kitchen, unwilling to light up the cooker. He cupped his jaw with his hands and repeatedly shrugged his shoulders in one thoughtful moment: Did I actually do that or was I hypnotized? Was my mind in its right senses when he slept with me? I mean him sleeping with him?His hands which smelled of the peppery scent of the onions he just peeled so irritated his eyes that tears trickled down his cheeks. He dropped his hands and kept wondering at the bizarre night experiment that might have occurred severally between him and Sen.Madu. Only God knows how many times he has had me, and wiped his mouth, he thought and breathed hard. Inwardly he believed the reason Sen. Madu so much needed a handsome, fresh boy, with soft features, for a cook was for his sexual desires. Sexual desires with a man? Does it actually exist? How does he enjoy it? Where is his soft spot for realecstasy?He never saw it coming; a lust so disdained that stories of him-him lovers offended his imagination whenever he thought of it.

Just forth nights ago it happened and it happened exactly when he was very much asleep; deep out of this world, possibly sleep induced by a hot tea I avidly sipped.How do I believe he didn't drug my tea? When you are scared to confront the one you love through one way you love them whichever way. Now I am a victim. He was getting the effect in his dream until reality dawned on him in the morningwhen he nakedly woke up in between the legs of Sen. Madu. Nku flinched at the sight of his own nakedness. His eyeballs rolled confusedly as he searched for his boxers. His boxers seemed uneasy to find then he grabbed the huge pillow close by and covered his penis "What is this, sir?" His soft voice beckoned for an answer as his face scowled like a kid that was about crying. A lustful hush fell over the room as Sen. Madu was at his silence. He stretched like a dog, allowing Nku to feed his eyes with his fair hairy laps. Nku shut his eyes. Sen. Madu slowly tied up his towel and walked away as though he had been waiting for him to wake and watch him walk away. Despite having his bath, the heady perfume of Hugo Boss which Sen. Madu sprayed still hung around him. Thought of the whole escapade scourged his conscience that he decided to leave after preparing breakfast.I didn't bargain for this; never in my life. A he-wife, he-girlfriend or what, perhaps he-goat for life?

Breakfast was jollof rice, fried, ripened plantain and fried fish. Sen. Madu had already told him he preferred his jollof rice served with fresh orange juice. Nothing of such could be stressful for Nku. He knew he was good at it. The school of catering he attended in Enugu groomed him well for the task ahead.Now a real task ahead, he thought. After selecting the sweetest of oranges and juicing them out, he squeezed in a pint of lemon to balance its citric value before serving.

Ear-ringing silence threatened Nku the moment he walked into the dining room. Sen. Madu was not yet seated and part of his domestic creed was to call on him whenever food was served.But Nku shook his head in unapologetic resistance as thought of forth night steered him quickly to touch his buttocks and penis with his hands.This is unfair, senator, chai. He looked around the gigantic executive walls that surrounded him and feared his escape. And how is it going to be? How do I look in his eyes and tell him I am done working for him for sleeping with me. Sleeping with me? Raping me? How do I put it? Either of the twoisbad for my ear, much more a third ear. He would not dare near his door because Sen. Madu could pull him into his room for another round. No place seemed safer for him anymore except his leaving Sen. Madu's Lekki mansion for the street; the same street that made life unbearable for him with its thuggish brutality, that unfastened his legs to roam around Lagos until he ran into a gate with the chalk inscription on a sizeable board;

A MALE COOK URGENTLY NEEDED.

MUST BE HANDSOME AND DOUGHNUT-SOFT LOOKING.

APPLY IN PERSON.

To an extent, Nku thought the doughnut-soft looking meant he should have the texture of a well baked doughnut, so he spent the last token he had on a handful of doughnuts, which he munched before appearing for the interview. "I am handsome. I just ate doughnuts," was what Nku kept repeating in his mind as Sen. Madu assessed him.

"Hi, NK," Sen. Madu called Nku the moment he walked into the dining room. Nku was furiously blushed at the NK he just called him; it was feminine. He inwardly picked back the 'U' from wherever Sen. Madu dropped it. He gave Sen. Madu a perfunctory smile then gradually frowned as Sen. Madu walked to him with a sheer grin. Nku wondered what was in his hands and why he hid it at his backside. Those cold fingers dropped on Nku's shoulders and massaged gently. Nku did not fancy it and felt nothing than the painful claws of a lion. Sen. Madu briefly shut his eyes as the tissue-softness of a fresh boy caressed his mentality.

As the massage lingered, Nku yelled, "Sir!" and adjusted from his devourer. His face went crimson with rage.

"Oh, NK, you know politics...I am stressed out," he mumbled and eyed Nku erotically. He brought out his left hand from his backside and handed Nku a brown envelope and a yellow bag with a bold red lettering; SHOPRITE.

Nku quickly pocketed the flattened envelope and impatiently looked into the yellow bag; two bottles of Smart Collection Perfume, Chivita Juice, Hollandia powdered milk and Milo squeezed in. "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" he chanted and genuflected like the Yoruba.

Chapter two

Abuse or love

"Oh come on, Nk," he intoned and started walking closer to massage again. Nku wanted to adjust yet further but he was already closed up on the wall. He stilled and got anothermild massage from Sen. Madu. "You will get more of this. All I need isyour humility and cooperation," he said and massaged with eyes half closed.

This time around the massage gave its message as Nku could feel the Romeo effect tickling his skin. "Sir!" he yelled louder and Sen. Madu was startled. "If you are really tired go and have some rest in your bed. My shoulders don't look like the latest Vita foam," said Nku with his wobbly eyeballs and enraged looks.

Sen. Madu smacked his lips, whirled around and quickly sat for breakfast.

"I will be in my room, sir," Nku said and gently walked away. And Sen. Madu steadied his eyes on his buttocks until he was out of sight and then he opened the dish. Thick aroma hung in the air.

Nku locked the door quickly as he entered his room. His heart pounded with the effect of a heavy piston digging into a mortar. He held his chest and sat on his bed. The envelope looked flat and he knew it was cheque for a hundred thousand naira. It had been his salary for eight months now and he had been sending megabucks to his widowed mother in the village for the fixing of their uncompleted building which his father could not complete before the uncanny hands of death took him away. In a moment, he thought about the lawyer that promised him justice.

"All I need from you is the truth," the lawyer had said immediately Nku sat down in his office.

"Okay," he replied, nodding and blinking uneasily at him.

"Did you do it? I mean are you gay?" the lawyer asked and kept quiet for his answer.

Nku shook his head and squeezed his tiny lips.Aren't you crazy for asking me that question? "What on earth would make me to be gay? I want you to take a look at me. I am just 25 years old,a boy that just left Enugu for Lagos all to survive. There are so many women out there to fall in love with, not with my fellow man." His hand hit on the table severally.

"Calm down, young man. I'm doing my job and my job started when you saw me on the TV talking about fetching justice for the common man and you came around." The lawyer shook his head this way and that way and said, "The man involved is a politician and the case is a sensitive one..."

"Meaning you can't fetch me justice because he is a politician or the case is a sensitive one?"

"No. I mean every lawyer would want a case as this. I want to set the record, so I must win him." He stared briefly at Nku. "I got to win this case. This is the only case coming my way in eight months."

"Was that why you came on TV to source for clients?" Nku asked, staring around his scanty office and finally at the lawyer who was very much chubby on his cheek, baby-faced and could be in his early thirties.

"Aside that, the masses need to be reminded that there is justice and it pays..."

"Yes, like in my case now." Talking about justice payinghope Senator Madu paying a fine of 150 million naira for bodily damages won't be bad, he thought."For bodily damages I'm charging him a hundred and fifty million." He saw the lawyer's face squeeze and he said, "Why not. I don't know how he used me but I must tell you till now I can't feel my penis and anus and I need to be treated. For chrissake he may have damaged my anal muscles."

"Okay. That will be evidence. But I want you to get more evidences like photos and videos of you two kissing, making love...you know." The lawyer shook his head slightly.

Are you out of your mind, you charge and bail lawyer? "Are you telling me to remain in that house and let him make love to me?I'mabout leaving him for good for chrissake, God!"

"If you really want justice to pay off you got to pretend..."

...that I love him, right? That I'm gay?" oh, not again. How do I wake up naked beside my fellow man just to get justice? Tell me how?

"He is rich. He is a politician. He has got what it takes to win us in court. He has!" he raised his voice.

Nku breathed hard. "Let me think about it" he glanced at his watch. "I got to return to his kitchen." He stood up.

"I'm Ifesinachi, my pals call me Ife Law." He stretched out his hand.

"You already know my name, right." He didn't look cheerful at all.

They shook hands together and Ife Law said, "Good luck." and Nku left.

Right in the kitchen Nku was thinking.Yes, I will be made soon. He would be forced to pay when I bring up the evidences. It will be an end to him, an end to his career, and an end to his name. With the proceeds from justice, he would get himself a mansion at Victoria Island, divide his business time between Lagos and Dubai and then settle down with his Adam's apple, Opula, who was still in Enugu, studying at law school; that was his Lagos dream; his future.

"If you really want justice to pay off you got to pretend." "If you really want justice to pay off you got to pretend." Those words repeated in his head. How do I do that? Oh, I love you senator come and kiss me. Or I need you right now, come over to the bed... "Shit!" he slammed his hand on the sink. "I can't do this."

He turned on the tap in the sink and kept staring at the water that gushed out.

Chapter three

Killing for love

The lady had been stealing a glance at Ife for more than thirty minutes now and she was willing to exercise more patience and to do that she beckoned on the bartender that walked past her with a tray of wine and cigar.

"A cigar and a shot of whisky, please,"

Her order was served and she gently lit the cigar, drew from it, her gaze still on Ife , who had his back to her, at the wine bar, sipping from his gin; it was his ritual whenever he closed late at his chamber. One more gulp of gin, and Ife was done paying his bill to the bartender and picking his step gently to retire home.

Outside, he located his Benz, hopped in and turned on the engine.

"Hi, Ife," the lady said into the windscreen of his car, her smile hugely held. "Are you going my way?"

Frowning at her and looking down her loosely held, firm breasts and butterfly tattooed on her neck, he said, "I'm not sure I know you. Besides how did you know my name?"

"You are Igbo. So, tell me that Igbo person in this Lagos that doesn't know Ife law, even Yoruba and Hausa know you." She said,shrugging and her cleavage deepened. She opened the door herself to hop in. "Biko, please, drop me at the first junction." Her light thighs called on Ife as she sat carelessly, her short gown covering nothing. "Is that how you tend to your clients?"

At that Ife apologized. "I'm sorry, just that a beautiful lady like you shouldn't be keeping late night. I mean this is Lagos."What Lagos! You smelling prostitute, he said in his head.

"--Too risky for me, right? Thanks for your concern," she said sensually and stroke her braless breasts gently.

They drove out, Ife looking at her with the corner of his eye.

She smiled and stroked her thighs. "The last they will do is rape me and I'm used to that," Ife turned to her and focused on his driving again. Prostitute! Who will rape a prostitute? What is she up to? Who knows what she will do next? Please keep shut while I drop you. "Are you kidding me? Have you been raped?" he said.

"Countless times, although I enjoyed them," she said smiling now.

"Then it is no longer rape,"said Ife, glancing at her naked thighs and breasts which shook alongside thecruising Benz. "Rape is a serious case that should never be enjoyed."

She quietened for a moment and then asked, "How often do you have sex with your wife?" she asked, smacking her lips.

"I'm not married yet," he said coldly, perceiving the lust within him and wishing he could overcome this one. His erection held out in the dark.

"How often do you have your girlfriends?"

"I don't have one. I'm a busy lawyer," he said and was getting upset. If you think you can charm me into having sex with you, then you are out of your mind.

"Are you gay?" she asked and Ife recalled Senator Madu and Nku: I hope he is doing as we agreed. I must win that case. I must be made through that case.

"No." he halted at the first junction and inwardly did the sign of the crucifix. He was finally forced to speak out, "See lady, we are at the first junction. You may leave, biko, please, I beg of you.I don't like your conversation." He wanted to tolerate her but he wished he could even when they finally arrived at her destination.

Quickly she took her hands under her gown and took off her red undies and slid into her handbag "The last time I did it in a car it was awesome. Park under that dark pedestrian and show me you haven't done it for a long time and I won't charge you a dime," she said and stared at her.

He shook his head and with his palm he wiped the sweat on his face. I saw this coming. I shouldn't have allowed you in here. That is how guys go around infecting every man that comes your way."I don't do prostitutes," he said and didn't anticipate she would still press on after hearing that.

"Who says I'm one, tell me, Ife. Sex is a gift and anyone can have it," she intoned and sat up and started to take off her gown. "In twenty minutes we will be done and you'll be happy you did."

He was pressed beyond measure in his groin yet he didn't want to do it. She stroked her naked breasts, moaned,and bent over to kiss him. "Heh, heh, ok, fine, fine, fine," Ife said and turned on the engine again.In twenty minutes, just twenty minutes I'll be done. Is it not twenty minutes?I will do whatever you want even if it be sucking your vagina and I will so push you out of my car if you don't leave.

She was already stroking his penis before they drove under the shady pedestrian. She sat across his laps, bent over, kissing him. Ife obliged himself her buttocks which he squeezed gently and to her breasts now. His lips perched on her nipples and she leaned back to notice his eyes were shut while he sucked. She dug her hand into her handbag and he was almost opening his eyes but it was too late when she sent two stabs of the knife into his neck, and again and again. She watched Ife jerk and jerk and finally stretched under her. She brought her ears to his chests and quickly wiped the blood on the blade on his sleeves.

"Kodi, bye, my learned colleague," she said and picked up her phone to put a call across. "Hello senator, the bastard lawyer is out of the way.

She opened the door and ran across the pedestrian, into the dark street.