A class act – work in progress

One woman.

Two men who would change her destiny forever – one for good and the other in the worst way possible.

One, a bad mistake that will haunt her for years to come but holds secrets about her no one must know.

The other – the keeper, the forever guy – the one she needs in her journey of life.

Which one does she go for?


Lagos, 2005

She got to his room and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The suite was all cream walls, expensive rich brown leather settees and a golden brown carpet.  A big bouquet of freshly cut flowers dominated the huge glass coffee table.  The news was on the large plasma TV.  As she went into the room she saw that Tunde was outside on the veranda staring down at the city below him as if he owned it all.

She joined him and looked at the street below, cars and people like little stars against a black velvet sky.

“You can view Lagos from here.”

He turned and nodded. His eyes meeting hers and then sweeping over her, drinking in every atom of her appearance.  “Oh. I agree. I like the view I’m seeing now.”

She stared at him silently. A myriad of thoughts going through her mind.

He turned to look at her a small smile on his face. “I wonder what is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Can we just get on with this?”

“Hey slow down. Let’s at least get to know each other a bit more.”

She stared at him. Words were superfluous at this point in time. Her lips tightened. He wasn’t to know that she wasn’t a runs girl. A fact that he was going to find out imminently.   Fear tied her stomachs into knots.

Maybe she should leave. Go back to her parents. See if they could raise the money to pay the four years rent arrears, pay her brother s school fees. Pay for her grandmothers operation…..anything but selling her soul.

She took a step back but he was standing in front of her, his warm breath tickling her neck. She could see the hunger in his eyes.

“I can’t do this. “ The blood thundered in her head. “Tunde …..”

He was smiling. It was a slow smile. It started from those compelling eyes of his and rested in the dimple at the side of his mouth. “That’s a shame. You’ve only been here for 5 minutes!  Why the rush. I thought we had plans for this evening.”

“I don’t want to be part of those plans any more. I’ve changed my mind.”

His eyes were hard. “I thought we had a deal.”

“This isn’t a contract.”

He shrugged. “Have it your way. You want this job. It’s yours. You want to help out your family? Ten thousand pounds.  It’s all up to you, Lola. I can have the money in your account first thing tomorrow.”

Ten thousand what …..and a job!

She hated that. She had now taken her first step into the Runs girl school of philosophy.

Well done girl. 100% over 100%

She thought of the implications of what he had discussed. Her mouth was dry.

He was looking at his watch. “So what is it to be Lola? Let’s not waste each other’s time.”

She stared at him as the meaning of her predicament sank in. “O.K”

“O.K. Is that all you have to say. “He laughed and took a step towards her taking her hands in his. “Don’t look at me like that Lola; it’s not as if you’re some rookie at this.” He whispered as his lips clamped down on hers and she stood like a statue. His hand rested lightly on her waist then moved to cover her heart.

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