Wasted Years (Episode 15)

By Ikenga Chronicles September 17, 2018

Wasted Years (Episode 15)

Inyene had taken a chair and a cup of coffee out from the kitchen and sat close to me.

“This is disheartening. You have to arrest her.” She said seriously.

“Will it bring back my womb?” I asked weakly and undisturbed.

“It won’t. But justice will be made.”

“You won’t believe what she said to me when I threatened to sue her.”

“What did she say?”

“That her father will protect her.”

Inyene gave a soft chuckle, “Who the heck is her father?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“All these spoilt girls will do anything and want to get out of it. She won’t get out of this one, I will personally arrest her myself, if she likes, let her be pregnant forever.” Inyene said heartily.

Then we heard the car horn, “Ola should never hear of this Inyene, I beg of you.” I said worriedly.

“God forbid, how can you tell a man a thing like that.” Inyene shrugged, “Take tea.” She said, as she handed the cup of coffee to me.

“Baby, I am here love, how do you feel now?” Olamide asked, staring at me pitifully, it was if he knew my pains and was seeing them through my eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. “How do you feel now?” He asked again.

I seemed to ponder my words over the rim of my coffee cup. “I will be fine, you’re here with me.” I said.

He dropped the bag he was holding in his hand carefully on the center table, “I will stay here with you until you get better.” He said soothingly.

Later that day, Inyene had left us.

“Never you tell him about your womb” She whispered to me before she slammed the door. I nodded calmly.

After Inyene left, I then glanced at Olamide, he was sitting on my couch and watching a TV series. I would have given anything to know what was in his mind about me. He had a ruggedness and strength that attracted my feminine side, but common sense told me I had to remember my present condition and not fall too hard this time.

I sighed inaudibly as I sat by him. “Are you okay?” He asked, yet, his eyes were still placed the TV.

“I feel better now.” I said as I bent my head on his shoulder. This was no time to be romantically involved with a man. I was not in a good frame, and my heart reminded that I didn’t have a womb, even when I tried so hard to let it off my head.

Olamide watched the play of emotions on my face and wondered what I was thinking. There was a battle raging inside my head, and he knew it. Instincts told him it concerned him.

“You’re not fine.” He said as he paused the movie with a remote and turned to face me. Without warning, he took my coffee
cup and set it aside. The action made me glance at him in surprise, and he used the movement to his advantage. First he kissed my forehead, ignoring the gasped that escaped my lips. When I closed my eyes, he kissed my fluttering lids softly before his mouth descended to mine. His lips were warm at first, but as he coaxed me, I felt myself responding. He eased me gently into himself, and his mouth roused my passion, sending currents of desire through me. Eagerly my lips parted to receive his searching tongue. I began to sweat under my nightwear as one of his hands reached to my face, holding it tight like I was struggling with him.

He broke the kiss and pressed his lips against my throat, skimming downward to the top of my night gown.

When I felt his lips on my breast, I almost crooned in delight. The fabric grew damp under his demanding mouth. Heat radiated through my body, low in my belly, between my thighs. He seemed to know all my pleasure points, all that delighted me. My arms curled around his neck, and once again, our lips meshed. My body ached intimately against his. There was this insane power he exerted over me.

I felt like a drowning woman, slowly as he worked his magic on me.

“I love you more than anything else in the world.” He whispered as he looked at my face like he was reading something on it.

His phone rang the first time, interrupting our good time, he looked at it and took his eyes away.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“My sister.” He said as he picked the phone, typed something and turned it off. “Nobody should ruin this moment.” He said with a sensual smile. Shivering of delight ran up my spine as he placed his lips on my mine. “I don’t wanna touch you deeply, you’re not too well.” He said in soft whispers.

It was an hour later when he’d kissed me in many parts of my body that he switched on his phone and stared at it for a moment, “My sister is in Nigeria, I will like you to see her. She will be excited to see you.”

“What’s her name?” I asked with a soft smile.

“Cecilia.” He replied in oral English.

“I just hope she will like me.” I said.

“She can’t wait to see you. You’re going to be the first girl I will be introducing to her.” He said as he ran his hands on my body.

I was like a musical instrument, perhaps a piano or a violin, he couldn’t take his hands off me. Then he asked, “If I lick your skin, what will it taste like?”

“Nutella mix with raw sweetened banana,” I replied sensually. He stared at me with a smile that I understood what it meant. It meant I was naughty to have said that, but he liked it.

©Vicky Bon
September 2018