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the Cities, Streets and Districts mentioned in this story are in actual
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actual speech and thoughts of the characters in this story are enclosed with “inverted commas”.
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Prologue
“The heart wants what is wants. There’s no
logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that’s that.”
– Woody Allen
“What you won't do, do for love. You tried
everything, but you don't give up” – Excerpt from the song, ‘Do for Love’. Tupac
Amaru Shakur (1971 – 1996)
A
choice, a connection, a feeling, a notion, a decision, a sacrifice, a wish, a
bond, a coincidence, an occurrence, an adventure, a mind trick, a true
friendship, a collation of similar interests, an analogy in our star
signs.....or just some good old rough sex.
Yes,
these are some probable answers you could amass from various sources. Or better
still, arrive at independently. But the question is; ‘LOVE’….is its meaning actually portrayed in all of them, any of
them, some of them or none of them? Does it even exist? Or is it meant to be
shared solely among people with a blood bond?
Well,
you could consult your neighbourhood gypsy, or ‘Harlequin Romance’ novels, or
’50 Shades of Grey’, or romantic movies, or tarot cards or even some religious
literature. They would provide some vague insights, but not the intrinsic
meaning.
Why
is that the case?
What
do couples mean when they say “We are in love”?
It
is generally accepted that the phrase “I Love you” is primarily adopted to
demonstrate extreme fondness, and deep affection between close friends of
different or the same genders, who are in an erotic/sexual relationship.
Married or not.
But
there’s a twist. We don’t really know the true meaning of ‘LOVE’, but we still feel it anyway.
I
feel it…and sometimes it hurts!
Why
is the feeling present when we can’t even comprehend it?
Talk
about ‘Weird’…in its purest form.
Chapter 1
Friday, April 31st, 2015.
"I slapped his hand off my waist, fucking asshole!!" she
snappishly retorted, as she swiftly brushed off the chocolate cake crumbs on
her skirt. She had been expounding to him how the manager of the lounge they
were chilling at, came over and slipped his hand around her waist, while she
was having a dance with Jarret, a colleague from her office.
"A very bold move" he replied in a mischievously cheery demeanour.
"Bold move?? Men are such pervs" she harped on, as she took
another sip from the Red bull energy drink clutched in her left hand. She
required a strong reaction from him...a reaction that would demonstrate just
how possessive he was of her.
She wanted him to display passion for her!
"I'm designing a proposal for a total revamp of this stadium"
he spoke softly, as he rapaciously navigated his Lexus IS F leftwards
around the Abuja City Gate Roundabout, deftly accessing
Constitution Avenue, and with Abuja National Stadium Complex coming into their
north-east view.
Just 20 minutes ago, he had arrived a bit behind schedule to pick her up
from the domestic terminal of Nnamdi Azikwe International Airport. An airport
she had become accustomed to flying into, by virtue of his relocation to Abuja.
Some five months ago. As usual, he was driving as if he was playing the role of
the Protagonist Jason Statham in the
'Transporter'
movie series.
"One of his many aggressive masculine traits" she mused.
Samantha had always loved Jack's more ‘macho’ characteristics, but had
been smart to carefully hide her affinity for most of them from him. "I'm
sure he knows I can't resist the rebel in him when it comes to sex" smiling
faintly as raunchy thoughts of their sexual escapades flooded her mind.
"Someone was tryna touch your girlfriend on her butt and all you
can talk about are your bloody architectural designs?" she echoed, piqued
at his apparent indifference. They had just driven past the main bowl of the
National Stadium, and were approaching the white-coloured, membranous cover
sheltering the Abuja City Velodrome.
"Do you know what this building is?" ignoring her remark as he
pointed towards the Velodrome, which was now in full view.
"No, it looks kinda weird, what is it?"
"It's a Velodrome. A building particularly designed for indoor
cycling" he wise cracked. Over the course of their now twelve month
relationship, Samantha had familiarized herself with Jack’s illustrative &
expressive nature. A Sagittarian trait she found exhilarating most times, but
annoying at that moment.
"Ok so let me get this straight. You don't care if someone touches
me inappropriately right?” she quizzed him angrily, throwing an irate glance at
him simultaneously.
"Honey, I haven't said that, it's just that you seem to have
handled the situation properly" he gruffly refuted, slightly amused at her
question.
"Ok" she answered in a partially dismissive tone, swivelling
her head in the opposite direction to look out the window. A signal Jack knew
too well was her way of showing displeasure. Perceivably, that wasn't the
response she had opted from him. He knew what she wanted. But there was a naughty
part of him that always liked to push her buttons.
Abuja, Nigeria.
Abuja, Nigeria's
capital, is a rapidly developing cosmopolitan city with several
state-of-the-art public facilities, and an expansive road network. The city's
quick – sprawling urban DNA provides several employment opportunities for
germinating Architects. This was the exceeding reason why Jack had relocated to
the city five months ago. He was determined to carve out his own niche among
the professional competition.
Nigeria's National Assembly Building, with its brilliant white and green
colours, dominated their northward view in the distance, and the western sunset
rays glistened radiantly off the glass curtain walls enclosing the NNPC Towers.
"A Julius Berger masterpiece of pure bituminous pleasure"…he
thought, appreciating the vista of the city's multi-linked road network.
As they commuted past the National Mosque, he nimbly overtook a smoked-out
BMW
M5. Driving a little distance before hitting the brakes and engaging
the turn signal lamps. Manoeuvring his Lexus towards the left at the junction,
he jammed the gas pedal, coaxing the super sedan expeditiously enroute its
destination.
They had just connected Shehu
Shagari Way.
There had been verbal silence in the vehicle's cabin for close to 15
minutes, as Samantha hadn't uttered a word after her last "Ok". She
hadn't even expressed concern over the high spirited driving that he was obviously
delighting himself in.
"Not the typical Samantha" he resounded in his thoughts.
"Normal she would have already given me a good verbal lashing about the
inherent dangers of speed"
He cast a quick glance at her, as she looked out the window towards the
sunset, and couldn't help but admire her graceful gorgeousness. Her pretty
face...Her sexy eyes...Her exquisitely tempting neck…Her adequately sized
supple breasts...Her long beautifully shaped legs and her great behind. Coupled
with the good looks, she was kind, smart, strong willed, ambitious, versatile,
a good cook, soft and caring. He had some pickles with her though. She had a
towering pride and was fiercely stubborn when pushed. Samantha was a typical
Leo woman ...a grown cat. And although he would never admit it to her, he liked
his cats to be a little bit on the wild side!
"I love you hun, wonder how our kids would be" he soliloquised
quietly with a soft smile.
She was wearing a black see-through satin blouse, and sporting an above
- knee length, red coloured, Aztec pattern skirt. The short & sweet skirt
revealed her caramel skin, and exotically contoured hips...a view that inspired
naughty thoughts in him...naughty thoughts that were giving him a hard, blood-filled
boner.
"Tonight, I’m going to suck your juices, pin you to a wall in an
awkward position, and penetrate you deeply" he bit his lips at the
titillating thought.
Ibrahim Babangida Boulevard,
Samantha had been looking out the window, lost in her introspection. She
was thinking about work, family, her new lingerie business...Jack McTavish.
Despite the fact that she was just twenty-four years of age, she had had some
experience in the relationships department, and was accustomed to men catering
to her every whim, following her lead.
However, Jack was different. He was not much of a follower. Anytime she
thought she had him completely figured out, he would throw in a totally
unexpected behaviour that caught her off guard. He was a rare blend of style,
intelligence, ambition, adventure, firmness, versatility and sensitivity. Most
of all, he had a good heart. But Jack wasn't perfect. He was stubborn and
impulsive, blunt in speech and a bit temperamental. As a consequence of his
impulsiveness, he had angrily broken up with her on two occasions over the
course of their one year romance. But still had the necessary courage to woo
her back full force.
At those crucial moments, he would totally let go of his pride and
submit himself to her will...a feat she knew was a mighty one for him, as she
was fully acquainted with his gold plated ego. Even when she tried, she
couldn't just muster the strength to let go of him.
"I must love him deeply to have such feelings for him" she
thought.
She took a look in his direction, and immediately reminded herself of
why she loved him so much. He was tall & dark complexioned, had a ruggedly
handsome face with thick beards and sideburns. Samantha had literally begged
him for months to shave them off, and had finally given up. Recently, she
intuitively adapted her approach to "Do what you want to do" whenever
he asked for her opinion on a new pursuit. She had figured out that he would do
whatever he pleased anyway.
This is the
real Jack. Never compromising in his beliefs.
He loved to live his life a bit on the edge, a fact that was clearly
evident even in the way he handled his Lexus. Stemming from his love for her,
Jack had been a bit soft to her on few occasions. But she was strongly aware
that a major part of him was stubbornly determined. He wasn't the one to walk
around on egg shells for anybody. He wasn't the nicest guy around...he was a
challenge!
Just the way she had always wanted her man to be.
For the first time that evening, Samantha observed Jack with keen
interest. Better still, he was oblivious of the assessment he was passing
through.
"His passionate fondness for cars is amusing. Boyish even" she
reasoned.
He was wearing a purple checked shirt, with elastic 'sweat shirt'
sleeves, and a burgundy coloured chinos trouser. His right hand was gripping
the steering wheel, and his left elbow resting on his door’s sill. She marvelled
at his dominant upright posture, especially the poise with which he nodded his
head to the music in the cabin. Shifting her vision to the bulge in his groin
region. Holy Molly!! He had always
been on the big side.
"Another reason why I love him" licking her lips sensually, as
steamy thoughts of gorging on it engulfed her mind...or head...She wasn't quite
sure.
"Sweetie, you ok?" he broke the silence, simultaneously reaching
for her left thigh with his right hands. His palm felt warm and ruggedly
textured on her skin.
Ruggedly soft.
"Yea sweetie, I'm fine" placidly replying. She had just begun
to feel the familiar tingly sensation in her pelvic region. Apparently, he wasn't
aware of the various chemical reactions his innocent touch had orchestrated
inside her.
"Why does he always have this effect on me?" she pondered.
Chester Apartments,
Nile Street, Maitama District,
Abuja, Nigeria.
She observed as Jack turned off the vehicle's engine and reached for the
glove compartment a few inches above her legs. He unlocked it and retrieved his
apartment's key card…his fingers lightly grazing off her bare thighs, as he
withdrew his right hand.
"He has got to be doing this on purpose" she wondered as she
got off the vehicle. From her experience with him, he had a peculiar way of
turning up the heat in the most weird and inconspicuous of ways.
"Shall we". He motioned her towards the building's entrance,
as he lifted her Louis Vuitton travel bag away from the vehicle's boot
compartment.
"That's a nice skirt by the way" he complimented her as they
strode towards the building.
"Thanks baby" she answered, attempting to hide the blush on
her face.
They hiked a few metres, approaching the building's pocket sliding,
glass entrance doors which automatically slid apart to usher them into the
building's reception. "Oga!" the concierge bellowed, jogging in
their direction. He was a tall, lanky teenager of not less than eighteen years
in age, draped in a navy blue security uniform.
"Good evening" he greeted them in a very respectful manner.
"Good evening" Samantha replied almost immediately with a wide
grin on her face, seemingly impressed at the young man's attentiveness.
"She was always big on respect" he smiled.
"No worry...na light load" Jack revealed, waving his hand with
a calm smile. He beckoned at the teenager to stop, as he attempted to take
Samantha's bag away from his grasp.
They walked briskly towards the Otis elevator located at the far
right corner of the reception hall. The teenager pushed the 'call elevator'
button, saluted them with a smile, and smartly disappeared back to his station.
Apartment 48 A,
12th floor, Chester Apartments.
During their elevator ride to his apartment's floor, she had been
describing to him how modern and innovative, an elevator she had previously rode
in was. That was 3 weeks before, during her previous trip to Cape Town, South
Africa. She had stayed in ‘Park Inn by Radisson’ for the entire duration of her
one week trip, and had utilized their lifts mostly as a means of conveyance to
her hotel room floor.
Park
Inn by Radisson is a smart, mid luxury, business hotel franchise
which outstandingly owns a diversified network of branches in most parts of the
world. Jack had anteriorly taken cognizance of one of their hubs situated on
the premises of Frankfurt International Airport, concurrently on his preceding
visit to Germany. He was also heedful of another hub located at Terminal 3 of Ataturk
International Airport, Istanbul, Turkey. An airport he had travelled through a
myriad number of times.
"I would like us to......" She didn't finish her statement
when he interrupted her.
"God, I love a versatile woman" he cut in. Nodding
satisfactorily at her succinct narrative skills as he admiringly fixated his
gaze on her eyes.
"I could French kiss you here and now, but this elevator is
equipped with a CCTV Camera" motioning his head upwards to acquaint her
with the position of the ceiling mounted camera.
"We don't wanna give the building's security something to jerk off
to" he jovially noted with a foxy smile.
"Hahahahaaaa...Very funny" she roared, attempting to catch her
breath.
Jack's apartment was pretty much the same in Samantha's eyes. Nothing
had changed from the previous time she was there. Everywhere was neat and tidy
as usual and there was the typic, lingering characteristic smell of Tobacco.
She had been fully aware from the start of their relationship that he was an
avid cigarette & pot smoker. Suddenly she noticed something. There was
a mysterious looking piece of artwork on the west wall of the dining area.
"Hmmm that wasn't present the last time I was here".
As she paced towards the dining space, thoughts from their erstwhile,
crazy sex session played out in her head.
Vividly recounting, they had been French kissing in the dining area when
she grabbed his erection in her left palm, and stroked as fast as she could.
This was an action she had performed on him innumerable times in the past, but its
effect that fateful night had proved astonishing.
Jack had retaliated by aggressively tearing off her dress...quickly
nudging down the straps of her bra to reveal her breasts. He ripped off her
panties, but made sure she was still wearing her stilettos from their night
out. Without warning, he swivelled her around and placed her right knee on the
dining table, allowing her left leg to support her bungling posture from the
ground. She could not help but notice a sense of urgency in him as he fiercely
cupped her braids in his left hand, entranced her, and began thrusting
abysmally into her. She was screaming at the top of her voice but he was
wickedly relentless. His right hand was on her right breast, squeezing her
cocked nipple as he pounded her rigorously. He didn't seem to give a damn about
her awkward posture!
Utilizing her left hand, she had barely held on to the perpendicular
edge of his dining table, using it as a means of support. The feeling was just
too titillating. His penetration was so deep and torturous that she
submissively conceded to his raw strength. He wanted her so bad and she was
savouring every second of it. Minutes later, she felt a paralysing surge of
energy charge down her spine, as she orgasmically exploded into a zillion
nanobots in his grasp. She had discovered a distinct primal side to him.
A side she somehow hoped to unravel again.
Samantha stopped in her tracks as the sublime sexual thoughts eclipsed
her mind. She could feel her nipples hardening behind her bra, and her vagina
greasing abaft her panties.
"The artwork can wait"...she decided, swiftly changing her
direction towards the apartment's well lit corridor.
"Where is he?" she loudly inquired, walking across the
adjoining lobby towards Jack's bedroom. The lobby was laden with the neoteric
whiff of an all too familiar aroma.
She twisted the silver plated handle of the master bedroom's Obeche
panel door…and there he was, undressed, only sporting his boxer briefs. He was
clutching a burning roll of marijuana in his right hand. His eyes already
bloodshot from all the pot smoke.
"Spliff?" synchronously stretching his right hand as he
offered her the reefer.
Beaming brightly, she hurriedly collected the half-smoked joint from his
finger's grip, placed its unlit end on her lips, and inhaled deeply.
