YET TO COME
💞OUT OF ORDER SERIES: BOOK SIX💞
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
To all my many true friends; Amadi Juliet Chukwuamaka, Aniadi Prisca Ebube, Oziko Peace Ifeoma, Chinedu Rose Chialuka, Sienake Josephina Eniola, Onochie Mercy Onyinyechukwu and many other for their significant contributions. May God continue to keep all of you for me, Amen.
YET TO COME
-CHLOE CHINWEM NWABUAGU-
DEDICATION
To Nwoye Immaculata
SILVER FIRE
-FRIDAY 13TH OF FEBRUARY 2015-
Chloe Chinwem Nwabuagu held the iron pole tightly as she lowered her body down its length, slowly, purposefully, erotically. She came up swiftly, wound a leg round the pole carelessly, gripping it before she bent backward. The gesture caused her breast to thrust into the air as her left hand went into her waist long blond hair. She came back upright and unwound her leg. She did a few more moves, watching the eyes of the crowd, feeling confident like she always did when she was Samantha the pole dancer, quite able to charm men off their senses. She stopped in time with the music, gave a small smile and a wave. Then, she turned back with a flip of her head, her hair whirling with her and left the stage as applause swallowed the prior silence in the crowd. She walked to the changing room where she got out of her revealing dance apparel which consisted of a long sleeved v-necked thigh length jumpsuit and put on her normal clothes. She wiped of the thick red matte lipstick on her lip and replaced it with shiny lip gloss, leaving the rest of her makeup on. She arranged her backpack, putting in her clothes, her stage heels, her spare underwear and some other stuff. She flung the bag onto her bag, picked up her makeup kit and handbag and left her dressing room. She walked down the slightly long corridor, past dressing rooms and other dancers who didn't even bother to acknowledge her. It was not their fault that they ghosted her. It was hers. She was the one to blame for she had ignored them from the beginning. When she had first joined them, they had tried to mingle with her, but she rebuffed them. Why? It wasn't her fault. She was made just like that, taciturn.
When she had earned 'The best of the best' among fifty-eight dancers, they had all assumed her proud and snobbish which she was not. The best of the best was the highest title among dancers that worked with Silver Fire-the company she currently danced for. It was a title that they all fought for, not Chinwem. She was not in Silver Fire for titles. She was there for a reason. She was there, to keep her feminity alive. Therefore, she danced with twice their zeal, thrice their determination and quadruple of their efforts. It was not because she wanted to but rather because it came to her, naturally. She didn't sweat her ass out like they did, and they hated her because of it. She reached the end of the corridor, to the back door, opened it and stepped out. She was nearly startled to death when she closed the door, turned left and right into someone. She screamed as she began falling backwards. She muffled her two seconds scream with her hand as the person she had run into caught her and pulled her upright, steadying her. She was just about to murmur her thanks when her eyes fell on the face of her savior. She hissed, hot with anger.
'It's you!' she ground out.
'Won't you thank me from stopping your fall?' He said, smiling at her mischievously.
'I'ld rather you had cushioned the fall and hit your head hard enough to make you take leave of your senses!' she retorted, hating that smile. She was sure he had known she was the one coming.
'I might forget everything,' he said to her, 'but not you Samantha.' She gritted her teeth, her eyes darting here and there. When she was sure no one was approaching, she spoke.
'Don't call me that!' she snapped at him. 'Someone might hear you.'
'Let's go to somewhere where no one can hear me my sweet,' he coaxed her.
'No! Let me be!' she turned around him and began to walk away. He let her do so. She walked quickly away as if she was afraid he would change his mind and chase her, which she was. But, he didn't want to chase her. He was content to watch her go. When she had left his line of sight, he leaned on the wall and smiled. He would win her. He was Clement Ugwu and he never lost.