Stolen Sweetheart Chapter 3
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👫💞 Stolen Sweetheart Chapter Three:
“Why?!! It’s you.” I said, shocked.
“Yeah. What a small world.” She replied, sitting down. “How did you know Collins?”
I narrated everything to her. I told her how I met Collins and how I had been of great help to him. She thanked me for being helpful to Collins. She said Collins had been a good friend of hers while they were in school. She however found it odd that Collins should have given me her number.
“So, why did he give you my number?” She asked, smiling.
“As a reward for being nice to him. He said you are a nice lady and would love us to get together.” I said.
She laughed and then spoke.
“That was crazy of him.” She said in good humour. Anyway, you look like a smart guy to me, and you are handsome too. What are you doing at a telephone booth?”
“Making money”
“Hmm!!”
“But I plan to enroll into the university as soon as I can. I haven’t been too long in the city. How about you. What do you do?” I asked.
“University”
“That’s cool. I hope to be a university student too someday. God be my helper.”
We chatted for almost two hours while we ate chicken and fries and sipped Van Pur. When we were done, we walked out of the place, said goodbye to each other and went to two different directions. When I got home, I was thankful to Collins for hooking me up with Rita. She was really beautiful and not as hot tempered as I had thought the other day, we had had the small altercation. I was already into her, but I kept my cool and waited for her to show the needed concern.
We had been seeing each other now for almost a month but I had never asked her out. I took her out when I had the time, we talked and talked but nothing serious ever happened. I guess she was tired of me being a good boy. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands. One day, just when I was about to close for the day, she texted me. She told me to come to her house after I was done for the day. I was really tired and needed to go home and have a rest, but I didn’t want to anger her. I shut down my booth and went to her house.
When I got to her door, I realized the door was locked. I knocked just once, and the door opened. She lived in a single room with an internal toilet and kitchen. Her room was nicely furnished. However, that was not what got my attention. What made me curious was that the room reeked of alcohol and standing at the center of the room was Rita, wearing a very short loose gown. I now realized why she had sent for me. She was tired of the delay in my moves and had decided to take a bold step.
I moved towards her, and she grabbed me and kissed me hard. I had no time to resist because she was all over me. She had drunk herself to stupor so as to have the courage to do what she was doing. We fell on her bed and the romance began. I sent my hand up her gown and was shocked; she wasn’t having on any underwear. I tried to pull away from her so that I could remove my clothes but, she had no time for that. She held me tight, very tight, undid my zipper, got on top of me and started riding.
The feeling was good. I had actually been sex starved because I hadn’t been in any relationship in a long while. I had my own worries and didn’t want a girl to come and complicate my life. So, making out with her was a much-needed relief to my needs. She was riding and screaming and several times, I had to use my hand to cover her mouth. I didn’t want her neighbours to understand that there was knacking going on in her room. However, each time I covered her mouth to stop her creams of pleasure, she removed my hand and placed them on her breasts instead. I was completely under her control and I just laid there and waited for her to do as she wished.
The sex was over now. She got up, went to the bath, came back to the bedroom and fell asleep almost immediately. I did my zipper, got my bag, told her not to forget to lock her door, and went home. That was my first sex in the city. It felt good but my mind wasn’t settled. I had made love to Rita without using a condom and it bothered me. I kept thinking to myself. What if she had some form of illness? Did that mean I was already infected? What if it was HIV? I shuddered at the thought of that.
Rita was now my regular girl. I came to know a lot about her, or so I thought. I spent most of my free time with her when she wasn’t having a class at the university. Everything was moving fine until, as fate would have it, the devil decided to enter the details. I went to her house one evening without any prior knowledge and I found her door locked. I knocked and she refused to answer in spite of the fact that I was sure she was at home. I wondered what could be the problem. I was able to hear a male voice coming from her room, I wasn’t really sure. Unfortunately for her, she bolted the door from inside but forgot her keys outside. That was my opportunity, and I took it. I locked the door from outside and went home with her keys.
Two hours later, my phone rang, and it was Rita calling.
“What do you want?” I asked in anger.
“Please, come and open my door?”
“What makes you think I have your keys?” I asked.
“I know you are the only one who would have the audacity to lock my door and take the keys away. Please, I am begging you.” She pleaded.
“I am not bringing your keys and I am not opening any door. You had the guts to bring a man to your house when you know I would be coming.”
“I am sorry, you can’t understand. I will explain everything to you when you come. Please hurry, it’s really risky being locked up like this. What if there is a fire now? I will burn in this house. Please, bring the keys.”
“Who cares whether you burn or not?” I asked, but in my mind, I reasoned that she was making sense. I left my house and came back with her keys. I opened the door and stepped aside as a huge man of about fifty stepped out. He didn’t even stop for a second to look at me. He went straight to his car and drove off. He was visibly very angry.
“Who is he?” I asked her.
“I am sorry, I would have told you. That’s my zaddy. He is the one paying for the rents and all my other bills. I am so sorry.” She was on her knees.
“So, you have a sugar daddy?” I almost laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me? You even allowed me make love to you without a condom. I am finished.”
She said she couldn’t tell me because she loved me and didn’t want to break my heart. That was a stupid excuse to me. I hated complications in my life and decided that I would break up with her. When I told her I was breaking up with her, she begged and begged but I couldn’t go back on my decision. I had only just moved into the city and wasn’t prepared for any unnecessary entanglements.
It had been a week now and we had not seen or talked to each other. I was back to doing my business in full swing. I thought my business with Rita was over. However, fate had decreed otherwise. She texted me that evening and told me she had missed her period and wanted to see me urgently. I would have been worried if I was the only one dating her.
However, the Zaddy was also there, and I could use him to escape responsibility. But I had been having sex with her unprotected which made me culpable, if at all she was pregnant. I closed my booth and headed to her house.
TO BE CONTINUED
