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Introducing TWO NEW GREAT CHARACTERS in CIRCLE OF DISHONOUR written by THE AGGRAVATED BOYFRIEND; HUSSEIN and MIMIOLA.
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******* HUSSEIN & MIMIOLA *******
My day just couldn’t get any worse. I had planned the weekend perfectly and couldn’t imagine not spending every moment of it with Jummai. I knew she would be very very disappointed, more like angry actually if I don’t make it down to her school for the weekend. No thanks to my difficult new boss, I’m stuck here.
First is, I have to make a Microsoft Power Point Presentation for a lecture/seminar on Business Development and Branding which I would would be delivering myself in Lagos the next day and then a banquet dinner later that same evening.
I used to love my job very much, the unity among colleagues especially in my department. Much is expected of me as a 28 years old heading the Branding and PR Department of a big food restaurant chain of companies in Ilorin. We have seven branches in Ilorin. My rise to that position has being nothing short of a miracle and hardwork. I was retained after my Youth Service in the same company and my then boss recommended me for trainings and seminars around the country. (it really pays to be committed and dedicated to your work).
After my first year, I was voted the ‘Staff of the Year’. That same year, my immediate boss (the then head of Branding and PR) was transferred to head our companies at Abuja. He immediately recommended me again for the position he was vacating. I assumed the position with a huge earning. We had four branches in Ilorin when I came in, 3 years on after my promotion, we’ve expanded our reach to seven branches. Thanks to my domineering enigmatic display of fortitude at the office, I’m one person that is loved by many, envied by some and respected by all.
However, things changed quickly when Mr. Ezenwa was brought in as the new GM of the company in Ilorin. He was a real pain in the arse but I was ready to double my efforts and work even harder to satisfy him. It was always one complain or the other from him.
I was so tired on Friday evening after the day’s work and having closed very late that I woke up very late the next morning. I was quick to hit the road in no time after picking up a colleague who was heading to Lagos also for the short holiday. We were just exiting Ibadan into the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway when he said he’s alighting at Shagamu Motor Park so he can get a bus to Lagos.
“Why do you want to stop at Shagamu to take a public transport to Lagos when we’re still going to the same Lagos?.. I asked.
It was then he told me he thought the lecture was taking place at OOUTH (Olabisi Onabanjo University Teaching Hospital) Shagamu. I decided to call my boss to confirm but dang! While rushing earlier in the day, I had forgotten my phones at home. I quickly reached for the official duty letter I was given at the office and the venue stated ‘OOUTH’ Shagamu.
I got there in no time, after dropping off my colleague. I was able to connect with the necessary persons and was well attended to. The lecture was a successful albeit stressful 3hours long lecture. While I was rounding up, I thought I saw a familiar face among the Ushers but quickly dismissed the thought. All the while, my mind was always drifting to Jummai. How much I’ve missed her and couldn’t wait to see her. Our last conversation on BBM was so awesome that I knew I successfully turned her on and got her to send me a great unclad pictures of herself which had being the only image on my mind since the lecture.
I got up from my bed, had a bath, dressed up and stepped out of my hotel room for the dinner.
My mind was made up not to go Ago-Iwoye for the weekend cos I had an ushering job in Shaggy for Saturday. I told Pelumi [OPM] I won’t be able to make it down already but he was acting up. The first part of the whole session was quite boring cos it was all lectures, talks and more talks. The second part was the evening banquet dinner part, which was definitely more interesting than the former.
The dinner was going on smoothly for me when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder from behind. I looked back and the saw the last person I was expecting to see there. Hussein!!! But there he was, standing before me in his well chiseled Giorgio Armani suit. I jumped up and gave him a big hug. After exchanging greetings, I told him I have to get back to work that we’ll talk better after the event.
The event ended after the banquet was over. It didn’t take long before I spotted Hussein, he was in company of some big men, you know the pot bellied kinds.. Yeah!
He excused himself when he saw me, we picked a table, and got talking. He told me of how much he’s being busy cos of the lecture he gave earlier in the afternoon.
“So it was you on the stage all along?”
“Unfortunately, yes”… He replied
“Ehya, sorry I didn’t even notice”… I said.
“I guess I wasn’t the only one busy with work wahala then”… He responded.
He proceeded to tell me how he forgot his phone at home and hadn’t been able to communicate with Jummai. I offered him my phone to call her quickly but he said he didn’t want to disturb her cos it’s late already. I checked the time and it was almost 11pm. I told him I need to leave cos I was tired already. We quickly finish up the remaining wine in our glasses. Two bottles of Andre Brut N.V., that was too much alcohol in my system already. He offered to take me home.
He parked outside of my gate, killed the ignition. I was just too weak or better still too drunk to do anything myself. He faced me and asked a question I never saw coming…
“Would I be asking too much if I ask to kiss you right now?”
I was shocked and didn’t know how I got enough adrenaline to say….
Maybe he got my answer wrong cos I meant;
‘No, you can’t kiss me’.
He probably thought I meant;
‘No, you’re not asking too much’.
All I know is that he didn’t allow me say anything more before he smiled, bringing his lips to mine and placing his tongue in my mouth. I was nervous but damn he’s very good with his tongue coupled with the effect of me being intoxicated, the adrenaline quickly rush down to zero as fast as it came up. I found myself powerless and helpless from the real life fantasy that was going on.
Wasting no time he slipped his hand in the top of my dress holding my breast squeezing it very hard, I was shaking from his touch. Still kissing, he took his hand opening all the buttons on my gown pulling my bra above both my nipples moving from one to the other. He lowered his lips down taking one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting the tip of my nipple and pulling it, I moaned holding his head saying “oh Hussein”, he moved over taking the other in his mouth doing the same thing, I was shaking and panting.
I was holding his head tight with both my arms feeling his hand lowering down, when he reached my panties he slipped his hand in the top of my underwear, I found my legs opening for him as he pushed two fingers in me deep holding them at first then he started twisting them, I closed my legs tight on his hand squirming.
“I can’t continue with this”… I whispered
“Feel free to stop me if you want to”… He whispered back.
Have you ever been so comfortable in a yet very uncomfortable situation before? That moment I found myself in a beautiful isle of rot, dining with the devil in a hideous and grotesque green forest. It felt so good, yet very wrong.
Those words were the sexiest most challenging words I’ve heard in my life.
‘Nice one Lucifer, you’ve won the battle, but not the war’, I said to myself as I gave in to Hussein’s temptations.
He let my nipple from his mouth saying “open up”. I did wide as he pumped his fingers deep and hard in me, I was moaning so loud even more when he added a third finger pushing and stretching me open, I exploded all over his fingers, they were slippery wet.
“uuumm”, I kept moaning.
He pulled them out putting them in my mouth, I sucked my juice off them and he put them back in me, pumped me a few times, then bringing wet fingers back in my mouth again and I sucked them yet again. I noticed he was trying to loose his belt clip, with every ounce of strength I could summon inside me, I managed to withdraw, opened the car, picked up my purse and hurried out!
I needed to protect whatever little dignity I have left. He was quick to follow me and stopped me on my track.
“Don’t touch me please” I retorted….”Please, that’s enough, just let me be and leave, I’ll be fine. Thanks”.
I watched as he quietly stepped back into his car and drove off without saying a word. I managed to call my neighbour who opened the gate for me as it was locked from the inside.
“Thanks”.. I murmured as I walked straight to my room.
I couldn’t think straight and was lost as to how to explain what just happened. I mean I can’t be doing such with Hussein, he’s Jummai’s (Aishat), boyfriend for heaven’s sake!…… But then again it felt so good that I found myself longing for his midas touch again.
“If I’m gonna do this, I’ll have to do it right… With the right person”.. I soliloqized.
Stepping out of my dress and having argued with my boyfriend; Pelumi (OPM) via BBM earlier in the night. I hastily sent him another message saying I’ve changed my mind
*I’m sorry about everything, didn’t mean to disappoint you but I wanna make up for it by making you happy again… I’m coming down to Ago tomorrow*
*Make sure you’re ready for me o, can’t wait to be in your arms*
*I love you dear*.
I snapped an unclad selfie and sent it to him.
I had a cold shower, hit the bed and slept off!
…to Be Continued!
Written by: The Aggravated Boyfriend
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