Chapter 48
Anable could not believe Gardiner's unrelenting advances. As much as he had given him a bold "DON'T CALL ME" the paranoid widower had not given up. In the back of his head was a faint hope that she would eventually give in to his robust advances.
"I'll be in Pretoria tomorrow; can we meet at a location of your choice?" the first of his five messages read.
She felt really infuriated at his intransigence such that she decided to give him a call as soon as she parked.
"Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he have any clue that I'm also a millionaire and don't fuckin' care about his paltry offers?" she went on a monologue of indignation as she navigated a corner.
The time had struck 3 bells and she needed to dash home to attend to the part-time maids whom she could see idling on her camera-linked phone upon finishing work. As per their agreement, she was to pay them soon after and she needed to honor that unofficial covenant. She had since driven further from her office to have a chat with the Nigerian dealer over a lucrative blue movie deal. She had liked the fact that she would be the one in charge of it all but it needed her to have a private and well-secured place, let alone involving threesomes, and that fed well into her Pretoria brothel agenda. He knew that Trey would throw his weight behind such a scandalous money-bringer. Yes! The monies involved were just too big for an over-ambitious monger to turn down. That being the case, he had to call the owner of the property and an appointment had been set for the next day.
"The good thing about this home is that is vacant and readily available for instant occupation should the terms and conditions be met" he had said as they conversed
As she cruised down the freeway, she could not believe that her pussy had taken to dizzy heights in a flash. As much as she was gorgeous and turning out to be much more in looks, she knew it pretty well that there were a lot of ladies whom she could not compare to in this regard. Although they had never met and probably would never, Brenda was one of them. For their far better appearances and sexual theatrics, some of such ladies were wallowing in socioeconomic hardships and she owed it to her bravery and ambitious mindset for being on top of them.
"It's never about looks but how you do your things" she went on a soliloquy of justification as the waving security guard at their Centurion mansion opened the boom gate for her.
Talking about how someone does things, Trey who had since made his Asian happy had to leave again to liquidate some of the drugs she had helped her smuggle safely. It was never done until done and he was right on it.
"I love the way you do your things; I wouldn't mind being your woman forever" she had complimented the manner in which she organized things without wasting time.
He had given her a robust fuck and she had offloaded her boiling top passions twice in the act. As much as she craved his dick, she never got complacent over issues involving money. At that particular juncture, she took stock of all the ongoing transactions, let alone calculate her merits and demerits after everything is done. In gratification, she happily nodded her head before rolling her naked self into the sheets to wait for him to return from another errand.
He was to put up at Protea hotel and that meant checking on his first priority to at least try and make her less suspicious which was never in her mind given her own list of undercover contrabands. As a smooth operator, he had already liquidated her Asian partner's illicit merchandise and had made gratifying markup. Upon seeing her maids out of the house, Anable had to call Gardiner for some home truths. Like a switchboard operator, he had not taken time to respond but what was to come from the other end was not more than what he had imagined. He had no chance to utter a single word as Anable breathed fire and brimstone.
"If I can recall well. I'm not owing you anything so if you still want my respect you better stop wasting your time because I will never suffocate under the big belly of yours for nothing again. If you feel that you got the right to intrude my peace because of a meager 10 000 bucks then forget and smile because I do that kind of shit with far much better men for millions" she had unleashed hell through the telephone wires as she talked without giving him a chance.
Gardiner's continual silence pointed to how her words had battered her. It had never occurred to him that a woman would make a mockery of his big tummy as Anable had just done. He had no choice but to stomach that the only relationship he could salvage from the egotistic and vindictive holiday night flirt was indirectly business.
"I won't call you again Anable unless it's about your granny" he had desperately tried to buffer his emotional anguish with the roping in of her granny.
"Yes! That way we can coexist" she had responded.
Trey who was smiling all the way from home could feel that the sex boosters he had taken for a fuck at the hotel were giving him a torrid time. The consolation was that Anable was home and waiting. She had to promise Bridget an evening courtesy call but made it vehemently clear that he would not be there for the night. She understood the fact that he had to also give Anable who was not a secret but a matter of public some public knowledge some pussy attention. Upon her purchase of internal teasers, she met up with his brother who worked as a Floor Manager at Meikles and he had liked his complimentary remarks as they sat down on minerals.
"You look like an Angel sis" he had said.