"Co in Ladi," Joyce said from the room. Pulse racing, I placed my hand on the door knob and twisted it gently until I heard the door unlock. I pushed the door open and saw Joyce sitting on the egde of her bed.
I didn't enter the room imdiately, I just stood at the entrance with my eyes locked onto my feet.
"You wanted to see ?," I said, as I slipped a hand into my pocket.
"Co and sit here Ladi," Joyce said pointing to the highly expensive make up vanity stool in front of her mirror.
Leaving the door open, I walked over reluctantly, my mind filled with different thoughts. "What does she want to say?" I thought. In a swift movent, I brought out my phone from my pocket, opened the recording app and hit the record button before returning the phone back in my pocket.
I sat on the stool, still not making eye contact with Joyce. I was scared but I tried to mask my emotions as much as I could so she wouldn't use it against . However, when she spoke her usual confidence was gone, replaced by desperation.
"Your uncle will be back tomorrow," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... please don't tell him about Abu." Her hands trembled as she put them together. "He has a heart condition. It could kill him."
She took a shaky breath, tears threatening to spill. "I promise it won't happen again. I regret everything with Abu." Her voice cracked on his na.
Then her expression hardened slightly. "Besides," she added, wiping her eyes, "he's not innocent either. He's spending Christmas with his mistress right now, the one who already has two kids for him."
My eyes widened at the last piece of information she dropped, My uncle was also cheating? Or could this be her way of throwing off so I wouldn't have to say anything to my uncle?
She broke down crying, crocodile tears, I suspected, repeating over and over, "After all I have done for Daniel, he's cheating on ?"
Playing the gentleman, I stood up to comfort her, assuring her that everything would be fine and I'd keep quiet since she regretted her actions. And I ant it, surprisingly enough.
As I stood there, I couldn't help but notice her cleavage and... well, I quickly pushed those thoughts away out of respect for my clueless (or perhaps not so clueless?) uncle.
"Look at this lawyer crying," I thought sarcastically. "Can't she take this case to court? Pathetic." I grabbed so tissues from... sowhere... and handed them to her to dry her tears.
She wiped her tears with trembling fingers, pushing herself up from the bed with a deep breath to drop the tissue in the small bin. Her movents were slow, deliberate, as if she was weighed down by the situation.
My thoughts betrayed as my eyes inadvertently followed her movent. The fitted denim jean she was wearing hugged her curves, and I caught the telltale line of what had to be a thong peeking just above the waistband. I felt my face grow hot with sha at the direction of my thoughts.
I turned quickly toward the door, my heart racing against my ribs, but her soft voice stopped mid-step. "Where are you going?".
"I have a few things to attend to in my room," That was a lie, I was beginning to have a hard-on and I didn't want her to see it.
She rambled on about how she'd only ant to punish because of my uncle, her voice taking on an almost playful tone that contrasted sharply with her earlier tears.
anwhile, I fidgeted with my shorts, desperately trying to maintain composure as I felt my dick betraying . Each word she spoke only heightened my discomfort.
"You're so understanding," she mused, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Your girlfriend must be really lucky. Do you have one?"
"Yeah, two actually, and you're about to make it three if you don't let leave right now." I thought sarcastically.
"No, I don't have a girlfriend actually," I said.
Hoping she doesn't say anything else, or for Abigail to co back from her errand.
As if answering my silent plea, Abigail's voice cut through the silence as she popped her head by the door "Mahmah, Mrs Janet sends her regards." I'd never been so grateful for an interruption.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Joyce's face transford into a neutral mask, and I mirrored her change, grateful for the excuse to exit the room before I embarrassed myself.
A familiar scent wafted through the air, Faith's cologne clinging to Abigail's clothes. It left with a mixed reaction as my mind instantly began thinking about Faith and everything that happened. I'd been trying so hard to forget it.
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Laying on my bed, fingers locked over my chest has I recalled the conversation with Joyce, she seed like she was saying the truth, seeing how vulnerable she was... A part of explored the possibility of demanding sex from her but it was short lived.
"Oh will you shut up my friend, she was just being nice!". My mind snapped back at .
"I need to get my mind off these things," I thought as I brought out my phone. I ended the recording. And then I recalled a strange number texting so I decided to reply.
Turns out it was Eric, or Harvey Jr (Reference to Harvey Specter from Suits) as I liked to call him. He is a law student, he was admitted to study law at the age of just 16, ca from a family of competent Lawyers so he was a chip off the old block. At 20 years old, he was the most cunning person I knew, and a very good friend.
Why he was texting with an unknown number? I had no idea so I decided to find out.
"Yo Harvey, rry Christmas brother," I replied.
"No nas on this conversations please, in fact we never had this conversation... Okay?," Eric responded.
My brows furrows, "What's wrong with this clown?," I thought as I replied: "Uhh... Okay...What's up with you?,"
"I saw what happened to you this morning, do you have evidence?"
"Evidence?... What Evidence?" I replied.
"Evidence of you being whacked in the face dickhead,"
"I don't understand... What's that got to do with anything?" I asked, sitting up and taking the conversation more serious. Because if there was one thing I knew about Eric. It's that he was always precise with his actions and he doesn't do anything just for the fun of it. There's always sothing to gain.
"Look at you, you're sitting on a gold mine and you're too dumb to even realize it,"
"I'll send my Dad's driver to pick you up tomorrow morning... 10am, please don't keep him waiting."
I sat there and just read the ssages over and over again, I tried sending another text but it didn't deliver. "Did this fucker block or what?," I thought.
I laid back on the bed, my mind began pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what Eric ant by "Sitting on a gold mine," and asking if I had evidence of Ken punching in the face.
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