Chapter 25 - CHAPTER 24

The big-chested blond wig wearing female, with curvaceous body, shapely-petite and light incomplexion, sat down in one of the cushion in the living room, sipping what would be one of Fiona's famous orange coloured cocktail with his father sitting near her. She wore a pink turtle neck dress that hugged her well endowed and voluptuous figure tightly. Her wig was packed and tucked behind her ears and as always she was looking beautiful.

This was his spec of women before Debby came into his life and changed everything but It felt like he was dreaming seeing her before him. As soon as Maureen saw him, she stood up in fear moving immediately behind his Father's for protection as Prince Shola got up in instant also, as soon as they walked in.Strolling into his living room, Adebola tried to control his words but his rage made him fail woefully.

"What in the world is going on in my house, is there a party or a night club meeting here?" He yelled with all the veins in his neck threatening to pop out as he pointed to his father. "Shola you brought your harlot into my house and you are staring at me in the face?" He questioned his father walking slowly towards them in his large sitting room.

"Calm down son. It's not what you think. Not of it, is as it seems son" Prince Shola defended.

"I am not your son.Your son is dead. Don't you ever call me that in your life again!" Adebola shouted the more moving his head as though he was having a hard time concentrating.

"We are just here to talk to you and apologize for all the wrongs we have done to you Ade. So please calm down and hear us out" Prince Shola said sadly.

"I don't want to hear anything, Get your shameless slut out of my house this minute or else" Adebola insisted looking around as though he needed a weapon to enforce his threats.

"She came to apologize Ade. Calm down please, She came to ask for your mercy" Prince Shola pleaded which stopped Adebola from his search as he moved closely towards his father and could hear the sobbing of Maureen behind him.

"I don't have any mercy in me. Mercy is gone, so Shola get out of my house and take this prostitute with you or I swear, i will call the inspector general of Police whom I have on speed dial and have you both locked up this night forever"

Debby wore a surprise expression at the unfolding of things before her, holding his jacket in one hand, she turned to him and calmly said" let's go upstairs, and take a breather Ade."

"Leave me alone!!!. Debby don't touch me. It's not about you and me, please don't make it about us. You have no idea what's going on" He yelled at her. Debby was startled at his reply, taking a step back away from him. She looked at him as though he was a stranger and that felt really hurtful to him but he quickly ignored it, focusing on the matter at hand.

Maureen knelt down and his father shifted so he could have a full view of the pleading woman "Am so sorry Prince Adebola, please forgive me.I was senseless at that time. I am so sorry for all the hurt I caused you." Maureen apologized crying and her makeup became smeared with tears but this apologies angered Adebola the more. He was past being lenient with any of them.

"I don't want your apologies, I want you out of my house, out of my sight, right now you bloody thief!!! You had better walked out of here or you will be coughing up 250 million naira this night in a black hole" He yelled the more acting erratic in nature.

"Ade calm down, My love, I can see you are upset, but please take some breath and calm down." Debby interrupted him again behind pleading and touching his shoulders. "Keep quiet Debby, I don't want to hear another word from your mouth on this issue. It's none of your business so shut up and don't touch me"!!!!.

"Adebola what is your problem? Everyone is begging you, including your wife, but you are being stubborn. Have some humanity Ade!. For heaven's sake, Maureen said she is sorry." His father attacked him.

"You want to talk about humanity, Shola, let's talk about humanity. You raped my nanny when I was 11 right in front of me and forced me to watch as you said it will make me sexually experienced. You made me have sex with some strippers on my 15th birthday as you said again, to make me a man. You threatened to castrate me if I didn't join your stupid orgy with your friends at 18 and at 25, you slept with this cheap fiancee of mine, blackmailing her for the money she stole from me to her drug dealer brothers."

Bursting into tears as the whole house was silent with Adebola's confession, Adebola walked back to his father, poking him in the chest "So tell me, do I have a humanity? of course I don't, get the hell out of my damn house! I hate you and I don't want to see your face!!!!

Adebola raised the center piece table made of crystals glass in anger and it shattered to pieces spreading the particles everywhere, bringing every maid out of their rooms to the living room with each looking for brooms to salvage the mess created. The surprised look on Debby's face was alarming.

Prince Shola buried his head in his palms as the shame of all he had done to his son came bearing to others after such a long time. Maureen immediately got up, took her purse from the cushion and ran out of the house as though she was being chased.

Adebola walked upstairs furious, determined not to be in the same environment with anyone. He heard Debby knocked on his door repeatedly and he refused to answer nor open the door. He gathered a week's worth of outfits, took one of his car keys, packed off his personal items and came downstairs watching Debby show the maids on how to clean the house. He didn't find his father in the living room any more.

"Ade" Debby called after him as he walked towards the front door but he ignored her, walking even faster.

"Ade please wait, Talk to me, don't go please". She called him as he continued walking out of the house, which she followed him with Patrick his driver behind her.

"Patrick go back inside to your wife, I don't need a driver this night!" Adebola turned around and ordered Patrick, who immediately went back inside the house aware of the consequences, should he dare to disobey his boss.

Adebola's pain was far too great to listen to anyone as he felt like his chest wanted to explode. He was in deep exasperation, infuriated and wanted to take it out on someone or anything.

"What is it Debby? What do you want from me?" He turned to look at her in annoyance screaming at the top of his voice.

"I know you are hurt Ade" she attempted to touch him but he shoved her hands away. He was suddenly becoming the man he was before. The angry, unhappy boss with no one by his side.

"You know nothing Debby. you know absolutely nothing." He replied her staring at her as though she was nothing before him but that did not make her relent in her avenue to comfort him which he didn't want at that moment.

"Ade open up to me, let me comfort you, I am hurt too for your sake. You have been through alot and you need help. Please don't go anywhere it's too late.." Debby pleaded, with tears falling down from her eyes and this made him remember the crying harlot Maureen.

"Don't tell me what to do Debby. If I want to go out, I will" He barked at her in deep vexation.

"I am your wife Ade, I should be able to plead with you to a point of reasoning.. please don't go anywhere in this condition" she insisted. 

"You are my wife for show Miss Debby. You think you control me because you are good in bed..You think you know me because you suck me and I feel good huh?There are a thousand women who would gladly do your job without even talking to me and they are alot prettier than you". He retorted in fury.

The hurt in her face satisfied him at the moment because he knew that she would leave him that night until she said "You are just saying that because you are angry and it's okay to be angry because you need to vent"

"Don't bloody psychoanalyse me Debby. You are not a psychologist. You are nothing, infact You are just a damn pastor's daughter whom am paying to be my wife and don't ever forget that. For heaven's sake, You couldn't even help your dead Fiancee Marcus, how can you help me?"

"Y..ou.... you are right, Good night sir" Debby said stuttering, shocked at the attack and with she walked back into the house, wiping her tears as she moved. Satisfied to see her walk away, he knew he had just caused an irreparable damage but at that moment, he didn't care, watching her close the entrance door. If things were in the reverse, he would have gone after her apologizing till they made up. 

He felt like his world had come crashing down again. But keeping his head high up, he entered his Mercedes Benz S class car and drove out of the compound into the night. He knew he was going through a horrifying episode. A phase of life so terrifying that he had experienced before leading to his attempted suicide.

Arriving at the new guest house he recently bought, he was pleased with the 5 bed room maroon coloured duplex.The security man opened the gate and welcomed him to the beautiful property with a radiating ambience which he currently needs. Immediately locking the gate, the man ran to the parking lot where he was parking his car.

"Welcome sir!" the security man rushed to greet him and collect his duvet bag from the booth of the car.

"What is your name?" Adebola asked still looking angered.

"it's Uzor sir"

"Why are the lights off?" 

"The electrician turned off the change over switch at the entrance of the balcony sir"

"Show me where it is! Adebola demanded.

"Okay sir, right this way!" Uzor took him to the entrance downstairs and he tried working on the electrical switch to determine how to turn on the lights in the house. After some tries, he succeeded in lighting up the property which looked more prestigious under the canopy of the night season.

After achieving that, He inspected the house before finally settling in the living room. As soon as he dropped his duvet bag on the floor which he had collected from the security man Uzor, he began crying.

Nothing hurt more than knowing his father had won again, leaving him feeling depressed and exhausted.