Chapter Seventeen
She shifted the curtain like it was a sin to even touch it.
What was she peeping at that she held even her breathing not to be heard and her lips folded in?
Her heart thumped: Oh God, what are they discussing? What is King asking him? Have mercy, Lord.
He looked toward her window and his face faced Jackson again, from time to time, he was looking.
"Come here," she grabbed Jackson's collar," what were you discussing with King," she queried him.
He smiled his muffled smile.
"Jackson, I will land you a slap. What are you discussing with King?"
"Nothing, he said I de try," Jackson responded.
"You de try, is that all?"
He shook his head.
"Jackson, don't annoy me, what are you people discussing?"
"He asked me where I de come from"
"Ehn, you said what!"
He paused.
"Jackson! You can't remember what you answered?"
"I told him I de come from far away but madam said any day if I no fit go I can sleep here."
"Jackson… where…where…which madam?"
"Madam Sara."
"And sleep where?"
He pointed, and she hissed a great hiss." You for go back to Lagos today."
She brisked away to finish what she was doing.
Still, as she said, she will fuck King today like no other day. Enough is enough, crudest Lati is under the mandate.
She ran down the steps tam tam tam and entered the five-room apartment. King was in.
"King, you were dating my…."
Oh, Lord. She slapped herself. It was not what she intended to say. She came to sex.
"Well, it's still necessary," she said.
She has in mind to leave everything that will not improve their lovemaking until she gets pregnant, give them the child, then scatter the ground and pack and go.
"Therefore, Lati, I must find Princess Yemi, and deal with her physically for peace to reign between me and King, my stepdad."
For dating her mum, King is no longer a husband.
She told King to answer her,"...you dated mum, King."
King held himself. Such a high-profile question. Who told her?
He cleared invisible entanglement in his throat, yet, he was unable to speak and that spoke volumes.
"King, I have every evidence. And that's why you took me for a ride, that's why you are not caring. King…" she broke out crying…serious one.
King began to tap on her shoulder as she laid her head on his lap.
She kicked off his hand and got up, sobbing away.
* * *
"Princess Yemi, be her in Jericho, I must find her next week," she stamped her word.
She has confidence, she must conceive all things being equal: regular sex with a willing heart. Therefore, in the absence of King, Jackson will stand by, despite the risk. "Of King having an idea, nope. But Mama Sara…hehe-hey." she laughed her laconic laugh." He has to pack into the visitor's room?" she speculated of Jackson. "He is a husband material, how he baths me and even cooked, knowing I was hungry!" She kicked up her shoulders and dandled her baby." Baby me," She kissed him." When ooo…!"
She was dancing and asking him when he would open the door,"…as the prophet said it should be" so she sang and fed him with his favorite cake and laid him on the bed again, far from disturbance.
If Jackson comes, tonight's play will be 'hemehe' to cover the disappointment from King.
She wiggled her waist in dance, and clapped excitedly, saying," Latifa! The day King will see what 'gwam' in this house, huh… he will bulldoze this house like a tsunami."
So, said, she looked at herself in the mirror with self-adulation," Lati. Who says you no fine?"
She turned this way, turned the other way, backing the mirror fully, and the two arms massaging the butts, she laughed at what she told Mama Sara.' This thing will grow bush only king will enter it and cut the bush'
"Possible?" she asked.
A young wife abandoned by an old husband to remain resolute in fidelity, mockery, and castigation?
She went to the window, and behold, Jackson was looking her way.
She flashed him, the first time, and bad boy, he lowered himself, dodging, approaching.
She slapped his rasta head inside. " Short boy, dodging like you're tall."
"Short but mighty," Jackson said and hunched his back for her.
"Hehe-hey," she jumped onto his back, "Jackson…Jackson…we go fall o."
He was climbing the curving staircase and she was agitating and complaining on his back until two of them fell onto the bed and her legs opened wide.
She feels ashamed whenever her legs open like that and he sees her pant.
She quickly tried to close her legs but his hand was already in there, pulling the pant.
"Jackson, Jackson…hmm…hmm…you will tear my pant, Jackson"
He refused to hear, and she heaved up and the pant reached her toes. She collected it from him with the speed of light(fiam)
"Am not your wife, Jackson…Jackson"
Rapidly breathing, ignoring her, he was pushing to enter.
He did it before and it entered while she was not watching.
He continued waxing stronger, telling himself the only way to marry her is satisfying her in bed.
He continued to wax stronger, winding his waist, and pushing his penis in and out.
"Oh…Oh…Jackson."
"Oh…Oh…Jackson."
"Jackson…Jackson…."
Jackson turned her, dipped his finger into the alluring smiling vagina, triggered something and she nearly tilted over.
He continued to sex her, sex her, From the back, he was sexing her, enjoying it, holding her waist, sweat-soaked, two of them.
Pam pam …pam pam… Jackson continued to hit in and out, she did not know whether to call for a ceasefire to arrange her disheveled hair and clean her sweat.
She just held the pillows tight, not to tilt over until he began to release and release.
It was like all the sperm in this world was coming out of him.
"Oh, my God…my waist. Carry me, Jackson."
* * *
Ding dong…Ding dong
"Mummy"
"Are you still going?" she asked her.
"Yes, mummy, how about him? "
"I have taken care of that. Never in his life, he dreams of that…and I suggest you find Princess' picture let me handle her." said Mama Sara," that will be better, isn't it?"
"Oh, mummy," She waved her head, thinking of the possibility.
"Why not ask her sister?"
"That's what I'm thinking. No, mummy, no…I'll go."
When she went back upstairs, Jackson was dandling her baby, seated, singing: Papa-Mama-Pikin
"What are you insinuating, Jackson?" She snatched him from his hand, and walked away going to her vanity table." Marry him? For what? Lati, even if I'm cheap" She hissed."Besides," She sat down and completed her sentence,"...the law is written, like the law of the Medes that changes not that whoever, Lati, whoever that impregnated you must die and the witness too. Period!"
She left her baby on the vanity table and reached the wardrobe to select what she will wear.
"Yes, Lati is going to look for the devil, Beelzebub in their coven."
It has set.
She was determined to find Princess Yemi in their coven.
How a young girl takes risks!
Will she succeed?
God have mercy.