by Daniel Olas
Chapter Two
The beginning of chaos—I meant the real trouble, hanky-panky, hate, intrigue and thrilling event between Rose and I started on the last date we had.
“Nick!”—oh! That’s my name; forgot to mention that, but does it really matters now after all you're only after that thrilling event between Rose and I; I got you!
“Nick?” Rose called out after she had finished two wraps of hamburger and three bottles of soda drink with one shot of vodka—now you know the exquisite Rose I'm talking about!
“Yeah?” I answered in my rich dude-like manner unaware of the sweet danger aloof, hovering right above me.
“Have you ever loved me?” Rose asked staring into my eyes. You know what? I used to be the shy type—not now again though—and very pathetic when it comes to expressing myself. I could be smart when it comes to writing or composing heart-melting poems and punch lines… should I give you an illustration; a kind of a sample? No! Let’s continue with our story. You are more interested in that than my wacky-lame lines. I got you again!!!
… But you see, Rose couldn’t take chances again; it might be risky you know. Rich dudes always have ladies on the queue waiting for their own turn; you fuck them in their face and you’re gone!
Wait a minute!! Rose asked me a question right? Okay! Here’s my poverty-stricken reply—
“You… do you love me? Because….you know we are friends right? I mean… I like you too…” Rose cuts me short.
“Cut it Nick!! Straight question, straight answer! Look, I love you, do you love me too? Yes or No?” Rose said frankly.
I should have sense some abnormalities here but my mind was clouded with too much thought. My sense of reasoning was blurred by Rose’s I love you. Am I hearing well? It’s like breaking from the norm—you know, my pa once told me how he wooed my mum and it was a hell of a job. If my father is to get paid, we’d be among the top dogs in the country living in big mansions with intimidating giant gates like the rich men in the city.
Rose must be very—very, very—loose to have said that! But did I even think of that? My thought then was that Rose is love bitten. How wrong was I—I was the one bitten. I gladly accepted the love offered to me on a platter of resturance table. Who wouldn’t? A wretched handsome dude like me!
“Yes I do!!... Till death do us part…” Rose cut in again.
“Stop that Nick! I only asked for yes or no. Are we getting married that death is doing us part? C’mon… I love you and I can die to defend it!” She said standing up and giving me my ever first kiss from another lady except my mum. Kiss could sometimes with the right person be sweeter than love, than honey, than candies… I bet you’d tasted one before.
Three days after my most memorable date as a young lover, the reality became real as real could be—reality proved beyond the shadow of delusion. Rose called me on this day and requested to see me at one unusual place we've never met before. I was in my working place—tendering flowers for one bloody-stingy and hell-bent greedy rich fat man! I had to take pay cut that day to see Rose. As usual, I rushed home and after a quick shower, I changed to my latest—newly bought—clothes. I styled my hair; put on the blings… you know them buddy! I don’t have to explain all. Who knows, maybe you're planning something like that this evening—a special date with that special ‘babe’. And you know, you need to ‘tush’ up and put on all the swags.
It was a serene place—not different from the cemetery save for the absence of graves. Rose was dressed provocatively with this mini skirt barely covering her thighs a blouse that sees through. She was sitting on a wooden sofa placed by a tree that offers shelter from the sun. That place used to be garden but now, it has been abandoned—abandoned for Rose to carry out her well planned tactical moves.
I came closer to where she was sitting and I could see her cleavage right from the blouse she wore. There were only two things I could think of as I draw closer to her—she either wants sex or just to seduce me. Whichever one, I was ready to find out.
“Baby, come right here… I wanna eat you raw…” I cut in.
“Raw? Am I food stuffs or some damn farm crops…?” I was feigning perplexity.
“Don’t be silly Nick! You know what I mean… don’t act for me… C’mon Mr handsome…”
I sat right beside her and she clung to me. Sitting on my laps now, she was doing three major things at a time: She was fondling my ear lobes with her mouth, massaging my chest with her hand and giving me a hot lap dance. Damn it!! She’s tweaking right there on my lap. I was totally helpless. She was in control. You know what? Rose is already losing her shirt-like blouse’ buttons and losing my belt, unzipping my trouser… My Nick Jnr getting the message already… That’s it!! We are going to make out right there on the wooden sofa in the old serene garden… Wait!!...
Are you still with me? Or you are already imagining how the scene looked like… keep calm… I know how it feels reading things like this—got you again the third time. Your imagination is wrong…
“Wait… Rose…Stop!” I said trying to free myself from her lustful grip.
“Why? No condoms? I brought some with me!” she said already ransacking her bag.
“No! You know we can't do this right here… someone might be passing by… let’s get a befitting place other than here!” I said thinking of some list of cheap inns—yes inns!!! Surprised? Well, that’s how it’s being run here—here in my hood!!
Rose on the other hand wasn’t reasoning the same way I was doing. Her own was more different… very exquisite!
“Oh! Like your house? Yes! Your house… we can do it on the sofa, couch or even on your richly-furnished bed… any style you want… I’d give you your best play ever!” she said standing up from my lap, buttoning back her blouse with me zipping back my trouser and tightening my belt.
Rose is just too vulgar for my liking. Too loose and… exquisite… just too flashy for my type. Rose had done this intentionally using sex as a thing that would make me take her to my house. She knew, she have the chances of me saying no to sex in an old garden where anybody—even my dad—could pass by.
I swallowed her bait; hook, line and sinker! And now, I wish I didn’t say stop. I wish I could reverse everything. Those few seconds or maybe it’s up to some minutes that Rose was on my lap, I knew she’d be a sweet girl. How I wish I could be rich for three hours—just three hours—to have Rose’s body writhing over me—Aha! I’m sounding vulgar too. But Rose was too… you know! Those few lines… you were feeling it already… don’t blush! Its normal you know… sort of adrenaline rush.
So, did I hear Rose talking about my well-furnished bed?—I wish I had one then. My bed—no! My foam is as flat as a mat, with holes that serves as roaches' breeding homes; holes created by our desperate rats. The rats in our house resolved to eating of foams when they discovered that they have crashed into a very wretched home. “We are in a poor place; poorer than church! Church rats are richer than us!” they’d have exclaimed after the discovery.
As Rose and I walked home that evening, I could not say much to Rose whose eyes were filled with lust, illusion and deceit with this sex-thirst spirit engulfing her—at least that was what I could make of her that evening.
“I hope she’s not a nympho! Or maybe she has injected herself with aphrodisiac…” I had thought to myself as Rose’s hand clutched to my waist and sometimes to my neck. Every of her touch, I must confess sparks my adrenaline.
There’s one thing I'm so sure of… all these would end immediately Rose sees my house. An old rickety building promising to collapse anytime soon. I bet Rose would not want to enter…
“Nick! You’re joking right? Your mansion is at the town’s estate… those big buildings I used to see on television. Those newly designed buiding that boasts of our modern day architectural style… and not this dilapidating mud house—built with brick though—C’mon Nick! Talk to me!
“Rose… you love me right… fine! This’ my house… where I sleep
and wakes up every day… where I bath, brush and eat…”
A resounding slap landed on my face twice. Rose gave me those heavy slaps.
“So Nick, you’ve being living a fake life? So you were as poor as my sixteenth century great grand fathers were? Gosh! I was so a fool… so stupid… I gave myself to you… kissing your dirty and stinking mouth and almost having sex with your –only-God-knows-the-last-time-you-take-your-bath-type of body. No wonder you smell so stale…like your dirty and collapsing house. Look, forget about everything that ever happened between you and I, it was a mistake! I'm gone for good!
“So, now you know I stink and smell stale? What of my hamburgers and soda drinks, do they smells and stinks also? See, I still love you Rose…” I bellowed. That was a grave mistake of mine. She turned back and gave me three thunder-like slaps that left me deaf for a week.
“Go love your grandma! Dickhead!” she said and walked away…
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The last time I saw Rose, I saw her around the town estate in a rich dude’s car—a flashy one. I could only smile within myself… you after all gave me a lap dance for some minutes. That alone was enough… I felt the warmth of her down-side… Gosh! Did I just say that? I think I should stop here or what do you think? Don’t wanna defile myself…Oh! The scene with Rose? She said—“forget that anything ever happened, it was a mistake… c’est finis.
Let’s forget that, we handsome dudes are used to girls like Rose—'soldier comes, soldier goes!!!'
To Be Continued…
About the Author
Daniel Olas is the author of Tyler Smiths: Prom’s Night. He enjoys writing about humorous romance and other genres like epic, adventure, action… etc. Above all, he likes to keep his stories simple and short!!! He lives in Nigeria where he currently studies in Kogi State University as a Computer Scientist.
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