Contract Day: 1
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶I’m so gee’d up my bro, Am sorryIf it’s not money , don’t call me ohIts been a long way comingE no go make sense if you don’t know the journey🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 That's one thing I love about Nigerian music. They give me that crazy vibes. I stood in front of my mirror, staring at the man before me as the music from my speakers boomed loudly in the room. I looked handsome, I looked gorgeous, I looked take away. Omo money good ooo! The suit was a perfect fit, the golden wrist watch was an outstanding match and the black shoes on my feet were as sexy as my dark glasses. I was ready for my big dinner date tonight. Who says money is the root of all evil? Only a poor man would. Moving like a king that I felt I was, I walked out of my room and ran down the stairs towards the doorway where two servant opened it and bowed as I approached. That's right, make way for the king. The news of how I'd handMrs Johnson and I clicked glasses and began dinner. Trust me, it was the best dinner I've had in years. This place might be expensive but it got quality and class. A band was playing on a raise platform which made the dinner all the more calming and soothing. Doris and Hank sat opposite us. They were having wine and talking about something. From the way Doris eyes kept jamming mine, I could tell she was talking about me. Vera sat alone a little further away from us in case she was needed for. I studied her, she looked pretty lovely in that blue dress. Such a shame she was sitting all alone without a man by her side. She sat with her hand to her left cheek, staring uninterestingly at the band playing. Young girls don't interest me but this girl was pipping my interest in her faster than I know it. " Kelvin," Mrs Johnson called my attention. " I don't know much about you. Why don't you tell me more about yourself?" I returned my eyes back t
" But that doesn't mean you should be sleeping around with married women." I placed my hands together and regarded her. " I'm not the one to be blamed, Mrs Johnson. What I do is render services. I never forced any woman to bed. I only make arrangements and satisfy her needs. These married woman have husbands too but these husbands are either too busy with work and business to care about their wive's sexual needs. Sex is a very vital thing in marriage. When a man fails to satisfy a woman's sexual needs, he is a complete failure. His wife sees him as nothing irrespective of how wealthy or rich he is. A woman needs care, attention, love and most importantly, a good sex. I provide all these needs for a reasonable amount. It's not just about the sex, it's about the love, tenderness and attention that matters. These rich men have mistresses and side chicks outside marriage so why wouldn't these unfortunate women have theirs too?" She didn't say anything which pr
She nodded. " Since you know better, I'd as well learn from you." My smile widened and before she knew it, I grabbed her legs and drew her into the swimming pool. Splash!!! She shouted and I laughed as I swam up to her and held her because from the way she was throwing her arms about, I could see she couldn't swim. " Get your filthy hands off me," she yelled at my face. Okay! I freed her and she was plunged back into the waters. Her arms spread out and she grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself out of the water. She gasped for air, her face only inches away from my nose and lips. We stared at each other and for a while there I thought I saw her cheeks burning red. Then she looked away. Woah, woah. Did Doris blush? Hmm....how interesting. Her hands held my shoulders tight because if she let go, she'd be plunged back in the waters. I noticed her breasts, th
I walked up to her and stood over her. She didn't know I was beside her for she kept looking at the direction my voice once came from. " Kevin, are you still there?" I quietly sneaked towards the grand piano and sat down quietly. My hands came down on the keyboard and I began playing. She listened, her face softening with an instructive expression. " Who's that? Who is playing?" I didn't say anything, I was playing with my instincts. I've never played a piano before but the tunes and Melodies the piano emits were my flow as I tried to rhyme them together to create the perfect rhythm. Mrs Johnson listened attentively and it was with an effort I tried not to laugh at myself because I never knew if I was playing. Vera came in with the drinks I ordered, saw me playing and listened as well. I played for the next ten minutes, listening to one Nigerian hip hop music booming from my ear pods. I was playing rubbish, I knew it. Then I stopped. Mrs
He got up and walked unsteadyily to his seat. I watched him as he flopped to his seat and drummed his fingers on his desk while he regarded me. By now, he was recovering from the surprise. " So, you're the contract boyfriend for Mrs Johnson." This man was soo creepy. I was scared of him. " That's me." He stroked his moustache and smirked. " And you have a gold card. Who gave you a gold card?" " Mrs Johnson did," I answered. " Well isn't that interesting?" He laughed. " Thirty years, bummer. Thirty f*cking years and all I've been stuck with is a silver card. A damn silver card. And out of the blue, a rifraf materialized from nowhere with a gold card. Not just any rifraf, a boyfriend for that matter." " I guess so too, Dickson." He glared at me and slammed his hands on the desk soo violently that the papers and pens were scattered all over the place. " Alright, out with it. Are there any more surprises for me?" He yelled. I licked my
Day_4We led Mrs Johnson to the garden where her grand piano was kept waiting for her. If only she wasn't blind, she'd have seen the beauty that the garden created with the piano at the background.Mrs Johnson smelled the lovely scents of the flowers and leaves that filled the air. " I always love the garden. It's my favorite part of my house."" Good to know," I said, wheeling her from behind while Doris guided me." The both of you are acting strange," Mrs Johnson beamed. " I'll bet you're up to something."" Well, it's a surprise, Mrs Johnson," I stopped her before her piano and walked round her, sitting on the stool.Doris watched me as I stretched out my fingers and began playing.Mrs Johnson seemed startled and surprised to hear the piano playing in the garden. It took me a minute to get used to the tunes and rythm that flowed out of this musical instrument.I played for five minutes then stopped. Mrs Johnson clapped and it was good to see
She pointed to the bangle. " Every one of Mrs Johnson's staffs wears a communication device on them. It could be an earring, a wrist watch, a bangle, anything. These devices are not just used for communication only. They are also used for recording people's conversation and tracking her staffs whatever location they might be in. It doesn't have a switch but it can be shut down temporary for a few minutes. That's why I sent those messages through notes. To avoid any of our conversation recorded."Now I get it. So that's why Doris stressed the need for me not to take the bangle off. " Well, so why do you want to see me in private?"She was quick to answer. " Kelvin, it's about you and Mrs Johnson."" What about me and Mrs Johnson?"" What do you think about her?"" What I think about her? What sort of question is that? She's a nice woman in a depressed body that's what I think about her. It's quite unfortunate she's blind and crippled."" Do you know that
[Contract #Day_5]Something fishy is going on in this house. I couldn't sleep last night and even this morning, I was scared of going out. A lot of questions bombarded my mind but I had no answers to any of them.I began to realize how risky this job was but there wasn't a thing I can do about it. I had signed a contract that's worth $500,000 and I'm still going to inherit an amassing wealth of $2.5 billion dollars. There's no way I can quit. There's no way I can back down. Sure enough, the house is beginning to creep me out but I can still stand it. After all, what I don't know can't hurt me. Or can it?My meeting with Vera yesterday really turned me into a paranoidic man today. I was suspicious of everyone; the cook, the gardeners, the security guards, Hank and Doris. I wasn't comfortable anymore in this house. Anyone of these people could be the one I saw last night in the cellar.I felt like I wasn't safe anymore. I don't know who I can t