CHRIS’ POV

Uju was in the sitting room, laughing as she chatted on the new smart phone which one of her numerous boyfriends had bought her. I came down the stairs and stared at her for a moment. “Uju?” I called.

She glanced up at me then hurriedly looked down and typed something before she sent it to the recipient. “Yes, Obim?”

She was already used to that name even though she didn’t mean what it implied anymore but I didn’t mind. I sat down on the couch across adjacent to hers and said, “I need to talk to you. Can you pause what you are doing for now?”

She slid out of WhatsApp, pressed the power button to lock the screen then placed her phone on seat next to her. “What?” She gave me her full attention now.

“I want to make a deal with you.”

“I’m listening.” She folded her legs on the seat and placed her elbows on one of the arms of the chair, leaning towards me.

“I know that in as much as you are enjoying your stay in Lagos that you still wish to further your education.”

“Yes but as money no dey, babe must hustle na. (Yes but as there’s no money, babe must hustle). She answered.

“I want to finance it, but I want something in return.” I told her.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked.

“I want you to do something of utmost importance for me and you must make sure that you execute it properly.” Then I told her.

A WEEK LATER.

UJU’S POV

I was standing by the roadside, waiting for a bus close to a junction leading into an estate behind me. It was a very sunny afternoon and I had dressed to kill. I knew that I had dressed that way just to attract the attention I wanted and the various stares I kept getting from passers-by and other people in public transport and also personal cars affirmed that my charm and charisma was working. Several personal cars had stopped to give me a lift but I had politely declined because I had a mission. Even though I was tempted to hop into a nice car which had pulled over to offer me a ride, I had reluctantly refused. I had no choice. If I didn’t execute this mission today, I might never get another chance. Anyway the heat of the sun was stifling me but I was glad that I had come with my sun shades. I had to wait for fifteen more minutes before the car I was waiting for, finally showed up.

The car had turned from the estate and had stopped beside me just like I had expected. The driver honked then the window facing me whirred down. I pulled closer to the car and bent down to give the driver one of my brightest smiles.

“Hello baby!” The driver said, ogling my cleavage which was exposed to his view in my bent position.

“Good afternoon sir.” I smiled, placing my hand on the window to flaunt my beautifully-painted nails.

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing in the sun?” He asked me.

“Are you going my way?” He asked.

“It depends on your destination sir.”

“I don’t mind. I would go anywhere for such a beauty like you.” He said then opened the door for me. Smiling, I straightened up and slipped in next to him.

As he pulled away from the side of the road and joined the traffic, he glanced at me and said, “My name is Daniel, what’s this damsel’s name?”

“Uju sir.” I replied as humbly as I could.

“I have never seen you around here before, are you new in town?” He asked.

“Yes sir…” I nodded. “I live with my aunty in the next street.” I pointed at a street ahead that I had never been to in my life.

“That’s good… I live in that estate I just came out from.” He told me.

“I was actually going out to have some lunch, hope you don’t mind joining me?” He asked me and I saw him lick his lower lip as he stared at my exposed laps.

I intentionally placed two fingers on the hem of my short dress and pulled it up an inch so that more of my laps were exposed to his eyes. He pretended to be looking for something close to the gear between us but his hand crawled past it and touch my lap. At first, I hesitated, hoping it was a mistake and that he would take away his hand but instead, his hand slowly began to caress my lap. When I lifted my eyes to look at him, he simply winked at me and continued to run his hand up and down my lap.

I cleared my throat and said as I glanced at the ring on one of the fingers whose hand he was driving with. “Sir, are you not a married man?” I asked.

“Me?” He scoffed and shook his head. “Not anymore. I used to be married until my whore of a wife stole my one million naira and eloped with her lover.”

“Really?”

“Yes and ever since then, since I’m a very good man, I decided to keep the ring because I really loved her. But now, God has answered my prayers and have sent a damsel like you to my life.”

“Sir, but we just met.” I said.

“Does it matter?” His hand crawled up my body to my stomach and paused there. Fortunately, just when I thought that he would ascend up my body, we got to the restaurant and he took his hand away to hold the steering as he turned into the parking lot. He jumped down the car, hurried around the car to open the door for me. He was acting the complete gentleman but I knew that he was a phony. Chris had given me enough information about him that I had hated him even before I saw him and I was only playing along. I got down the car and he placed a hand on my back and guided me into the restaurant.

As I sat down at an empty table, he ordered for some food and a bottle of champagne. I was determined to enjoy myself and I acted like I was already deeply interested in him. As we ate, he asked.

“So tell me about yourself, are you married?”

I asked huskily. “Do I look married?” I ran a long fingernail down my neck to the top of my bre@st and his eyes l#stfully followed my movement and I saw him swallow hard. I could tell that he was already growing hard under the table.

“I like you.” He said. “I am glad I met you today.”

We chatted more as we ate and soon, after drowning a glass of champagne, he excused himself to use the restroom. As soon as he was gone, I pulled a small piece of red cloth, untied it and after glancing around to be sure that I wasn’t being watched, I shook some of the white substance into his half-finished drink then shook the drink so that the content mixed well with it. A few minutes later, he returned, sat down and that was the very first thing he reached for. He drank it and resumed eating while I watched him closely, looking out for any signs that would indicate that the effect of what I had laced his drink with had started taking place.

After lunch, he convinced me to go home with him. He kept caressing my thigghs but I said nothing. When we got to his house, he got down from his car and when I got down too, he stared at me in a lovingly way then slowly went on a knee and said,

“Will you marry me?”

I smiled boldly. “Of course, that’s why I’m here… But first…” I glanced around the house and saw the gateman watching us in wonder with his arms folded under his chest and his shoulders hunched. “What’s the gateman’s name?” I asked.

“Musa.” He answered.

“Okay,” I said as I turned to Musa and called out to him. “Musa?”

“Yes aunty.” He came running to me. “Bring me a broom please.”

He obeyed, left and returned with a broom then I handed it to Daniel. “I want you to sweep the entire compound.”

He smiled and accepted the broom, hit the bottom of it several times with his palm, took off his shirt, placed it on the roof of the car and began to sweep. The gateman glanced from me to his boss, his mouth open with shock.

“Kai! Shege oga! Na wetin you dey do? You dey sweep for woman? (Boss, what are you doing? Are you sleeping for a woman?)”

“Musa, Am I complaining? I am doing it for love, don’t you understand love? Just go back to your post and let me be, I have enough energy today to sweep it and even sweep your room.” He bent down and continued to sweep.

I watched him for a moment. He was sweating profusely and his singlet was getting damp from the sweat.

“Daniel?” I called.

“Yes love?” He straightened up to answer me.

“When you are done, you’ll drive me to my house to bring my things over. I have a lot of laundry to do.”

“No problem dear, I have a washing machine.” He answered.

“Washing machine is not good for my clothes. You’ll wash them with your bare hands.” I told her.

“With pleasure ma.” I nodded.

“Alright… Finish sweeping and meet me inside. My feet are tired, I want you to wash and massage them.”

“Okay ma.”

I started for the house but remembered something and stopped. “And once again, my boyfriend will be coming to see me. I will want you to go to the market later in the evening, buy some soup ingredients so that you can prepare pounded yam and Egusi soup for us.”

“As long as you are happy, I’m happy too.” He simply said and continued sweeping.
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I dealt severely with him for a month before I finally laced his food with the charm antidote, releasing him from my clutches but not after I had corned him into signing a cheque of six million naira which I had cashed out before setting him free. He had learnt his lesson and I hoped that he would change for good. I left him soon enough to continue with my life. I went back to Chris to report but I never told him how I did it, I didn’t need to reveal the fetish part of myself to him, neither did I tell him that I had taken six million from Daniel. I had played my role and that was what mattered.

A week later, I moved out of Chris’ house because I learnt that he had finally proposed to Victoria and she had accepted to marry him. In order to give them their space, I had packed up my things and had left and moved in with a boyfriend of mine. Although, this was not how I had hoped things would be but since Chris didn’t want me and destiny had another course for me, I had no choice but to obliged. Chris kept to his promise of sponsoring my education and I was glad that I could finally finish my education. I set up a shop for myself with the six million naira that I had taken from Daniel and began to live my life just fine.

To be continued…. Watch out for Episode 21…