I returned to my apartment by 5:15pm after a very busy day at the
office, disjointed and sad. “Chioma really isn’t being reasonable with
me. Can’t she just understand my plight?” i wondered unhappily. Five
minutes later my door bell rang, bringing me out of my thoughts with its
sharp noise. I couldn’t help but wonder who it was. “good evening” Mary
greeted with a smile as i opened the door. She had a black nylon bag in
her right hand, which i curiously stared at. “i guess you are just
coming back from work. Your tie is still on you. I came to make soup for
my dear husband. I figured you have nothing here” she said sweetly. I
shrugged with a forced smile. “yea come in dear.”

I murmured politely as
i made way for her to enter. She gracefully walked into my apartment
and headed straight to the kitchen.
I truly hated seeing her. Her presence simply disgusts me, but i had no
choice than to play along. I just couldn’t wait to get rid of her.
Surprisingly she stayed back after preparing a Vegetable soup for me. I
had expected her to leave after making the soup but she gave a flimsy
excuse. “darling i hope i can stay the night with you. I want to sleep
in your arms. I’ll leave tomorrow morning” she kind of asked as we ate
“but you know unmarried couples arn’t supposed to be sleeping together?”
i asked, trying to use religion to deny her request. “whatever i’m
staying the night” she concluded with a strong smile which somehow got
me worried. Her action sort of told me that she already had something
planned out and perhaps could be a bit difficult for me to dictate the
way to run our relationship. “i have to be very careful and watchful” i
advised myself.
Immediately after the meal, i left her in the sitting room and went
straight to bed.

I wasn’t happy she was around, what if Chioma decides
to show up at this moment?” i fearfully reasoned before falling asleep.
By the early hours of the next day, i woke up to see Mary hungrily
sucking my D**k as if her life depended on it. I was shocked and quickly
“oh not again” i hissed to myself, fearfully pushing her away a bit
roughly. She instantly stared at me with offended eyes. As if she
suddenly realised that i was merely tolerating her.
“c’mon dear, let’s just sleep” i murmured cautiously as i quickly tried
to get control of myself. “but you are almost aroused. What could be the
problem?. I’m just trying to please you” she asked curiously, her
unclad bosoms dangling freely with an inviting look. I swallowed hard
and looked away. “please my dear let’s forget about sex for now. I’m yet
to get myself you know what i mean” i explained nervously and backed
her. “it’s obvious you don’t want me. I brought out my time to satisfy
you and you are turning me down. Can you swear you don’t feel like
making love to me huh?. I’m not a kid, you just don’t want to do it with
me” she rattled on and on while i kept quiet and pretended to be
She was very right, i badly felt like having sex that moment but i
couldn’t get myself to do it with her. She simply wasn’t for me.

couldn’t sleep after that seductive encounter. I just kept quiet, closed
my eyes and pretended to be asleep till 5am when my phone alarm rang.
Mary finally left that morning without creating any new scene, though i
apologized to her over and over before she left. But seriously i felt
she clearly understood the situation of things because no matter my
apologies and lies, she was matured enough to figure out that perhaps i
was being nice to her out of pressure. I felt she knew all that but
simply preferred living with the hope that we were perfect for each
other. Anyway the heart of a woman is very complex and so i really
couldn’t pin-point the exact thing in her mind. I left for work later in
the morning still feeling horny. Even though i had a lot of work to
cover, i still couldn’t concentrate because my body needed sex. I cursed
the silly witch over and over for waking up the monster in me.
Chioma didn’t report for work that fateful day, which got me a bit
worried. I tried calling her but she rejected my calls, spoiling my mood
heavily. By 1:39pm, i left my office and headed to her apartment, very
determined to resolve issues with her once and for all. I soon got to
the place she lived.

 A beautiful bungalow few kilometers away from our
office. I was very nervous as i made my way to her apartment, rang the
door bell and waited impatiently. A minute later she opened the door and
stared at me with surprise. She prevented me from going inside, instead
came out and shut the door behind her.
“why are you here?” she asked rudely, “i came for us to talk” i
stammered, “there is nothing to talk. You have lost your chance with me,
so please respect yourself and leave. I have a visitor” she said
coldly, shocking me with her words. I instantly became threatened and
jealous when i heard her mention she was with someone. “who are you
with?” i asked curiously. She simply scoffed, eyed me, turned and
returned to her apartment, quickly shutting the door and giving me no
chance to force my way in.
My heart felt like exploding, i couldn’t believe it was all happening. I
headed to my car almost in tears. “could she be cheating on me?” I
wondered miserably. I regretted knowing her, regretted going over to her
apartment, regretted loving her. I felt like drowning myself with

I felt like going to a place far away. I just couldn’t take it
My phone rang that moment, bringing me back to reality. I checked the
screen and saw the name “ANITA”. Breathing deeply, i answered the call.
Anita was a federal polytechnic student located downtown. She was one of
the girls i knew before Mary and Chioma came into my life. She was very
beautiful, tall and slim. But the only problem i had with her was the
way she demanded for things. She was way too demanding and i really was
tired of making promises i couldn’t fulfill. As i answered her call, i
knew she was calling for no other thing but money, but as things stood, i
sure needed someone like her to calm my nerves. “you really have
forgotten me, it isn’t fair ooo. Simply because i asked for a new phone.
It has been more than a month we last spoke to each other. I’m coming
to your house this evening should i come?” she asked. “yes” i muttered.


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