The Devil Who Loved Me ~Episode 32

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​]The taxi that stopped to pick me wasn’t the type of taxi I would have gotten into but at that time of the night, I had no choice. I placed my bags on the bag seat, and joined him in front. I was careful while entering the front seat, I didn’t want the Jersey to expose my nakedness. 
On the way to Ago, I kept calling Timi but he didn’t pick up the phone. I didn’t call Jafar because I knew he was going to scold me. I started a conversation with the driver, he seemed about my age, I noticed he was staring at my chest, the cold night was having an effect on my nips. 
Me: are you ACN or PDP? 
Driver : madam I swear, na whoever give me money I go support…all of them be thieves 
Me: that money go turn your belle o… 
Driver: na lie, na my own part of the national cake. Everybody know say na Gbenga Daniel go win, but if ACN wan waste their money, wetin concern me? 
Me: are you married? 
Driver: yes, I get three pikin sef.. 
Me: no vex o, how old are you? 
Driver: 24 yrs, this December. 
Me: hmmmm..how is madam? 
Driver: she dey fine… I decided to discontinue the conversation, he probably wouldn’t understand if I told him he had probably spoilt his life before it even started. Due to the recent student killings, the town was scanty, even the indigenes of Ago-iwoye stayed indoors after dark. I told the driver to take me to Aiyegbami, but as we approached Jafar’s house, he stopped. 
Me: take me closer na.. 
Driver: no vex madam, around this time I no fit carry you reach that side. The guys wey dey stay there whoski! 
Me: just go front small… 
Driver: abeg no vex, na here I go turn back. I took a look at the three bags at the bag seat, Jafar’s house was still about 70m from our position. But the driver wasn’t moving an inch. So I got down and started the agonizing walk to his house. It was dark, the path leading to the house had wild bourgenvilla growing at opposite ends. The pink flowers was an irony to the kind of guys that they led to. I must have been very stupid to have left Timi’s house like this, I looked at myself with only a Jersey on. At least I would have put on panties. As I approached the house I heard footsteps behind me. I was scared… 
Voice: who goes there? I kept walking, forgetting how heavy the bags were, I walked faster.. 
Voice: stop, you they crase! I had to stop at that point, the voice wasn’t joking. In no time, two guys were infront of me, they shone a light on my face that temporarily blinded me… 
Guy (Voice): Oh madam! Na you…you for talk na… I looked at the guy talking, he was light skinned in complexion, he wore a black over-all , the other guy with him wore the same, but he was dark in complexion. I didn’t know them. 
Me: I am going to the house. I pointed to Jafar’s crib. They insisted in helping me carry a bag each, I noticed that they quicky put something around their waste…guns I thanked them after we got to the front of the house, they dropped the bags and disappeared into the night..I knocked for about 3 minutes with no response..
 Me: Hellooooooo!.. The curtain beside the door, shifted abit…I couldn’t make out the face but it peeked at me. The door opened, as I entered, I was surrounded by about twelve guys, they were all trying to hide their guns…I saw it.. It occurred to me that my knocking must have alerted them of an intruder…the smell of cigarette and marijuana was faintly hidden. Uche was standing at the corner, his pump-action was too large to hide, he gave up and placed it on the snooker table… 
Uche : welcome..wetin you buy come for us? 
Me: myself… I realized the statement looked awkward, especially with the way I was dressed…some of the guys tried to hide their smiles with a cough or two…I was slightly embarrassed.. 
Uche: Jafar dey him room.. And with that, they turned their back on me and started saying things I didn’t bother to comprehend… I knocked on Jafar’s door…
 Jafar : come in!.. As I entered the room, I didn’t see anybody…until I felt a cold metal on my cheek.. I turned in the metal holder’s direction.. 
Jafar : Tana…what are you doing here? 
Me: nothing…I just came to say “hi” He laughed as he lowered his gun….i had missed his laugh..
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 Jafar : Seriously, isn’t it too late? 
Me: oya, lemme go back to where I am coming from.. I acted like I wanted to walk out of the room, he didn’t move an inch.. 
Me: you won’t call me back? 
Jafar: your bags are still here.. That was true, I looked at him, frowned my face and pouted.
 Jafar: its dangerous out there…I am not impressed..
 Me: I am sorry, I couldn’t stay with Timi.. He led me to the bed, we sat… 
Jafar: are you okay though?
 Me: yes I am… 
Jafar: we will talk later, the guys and I have to go out now? 
Me: Ahn ahn…this late? 
Jafar: yes…I will see you later… 
Me: later when?
 Jafar: we should be back before sunrise… 
Me: where are you going to? The look he gave me told me I had just asked a stupid question..
 Jafar: when I get back we will talk..
 Me: ok..
 Jafar: You would have to stay here, Uche stays in the room you and Toun vacated.. I frowned my face like I didn’t plan to stay in his room.. 
Me: ok.. He changed his clothes into a darker one, and in no time, the house was relatively empty… I said a silent prayer, that whatever he was going to do, wherever he was going, God should bring him back in one piece. I tried Timi’s number one more time, he didn’t pick my call..i fell ontop of his bed and slept. I was in the middle of the street, I was surrounded by people…I was screaming but nobody came to my aid, infront of me, sprawled on the floor with blood gushing out of his side was a dead Jafar..Eli was in the crowd too, grinning sheepishly…Toun later came to my side and started crying with me…I was crying when I woke up…it was a dream, I could hear somebody knocking the door but I was too paralyzed to stand..The person kept knocking… 
Jafar: Tana, open the door… I heard his voice…the kind of happiness I felt was overwhelming…I rushed to open the door, I almost tripped as I got there… 
Jafar: sorry I woke u up, it’s about 3am.. 
Me: keep waking me up…as long as you keep coming back
 Jafar: huh? I forced a hug from him… 
Me: welcome…how was it…you look tired… He walked into the room and pulled his shirt and trouser…I helped him hang them in his wardrobe…
 Jafar: you should go to sleep, I will take my bath now…
 Me: Okay… I went back to bed and started thinking about the dream. I couldn’t stop myself from crying, I felt so terrible…the stupid Evanescence song “my immortal” was playing in his speakers, my pain and the pain of the song got to me…
 Jafar: what is wrong? I didn’t know when he had finished taking his bath, he was on a boxer shot, a towel was round his neck. 
Me: nothing… 
Jafar: tell me…pls…you are crying… He removed the towel from his neck and lay down beside me… 
Me: I had a dream… 
Jafar: tell me what it was about… 
Me: you died in the dream, and I was crying…I was surrounded by people…Eli killed you… I started crying again…he cleaned my tears with his palm..
 Jafar: stop crying, it’s just a dream…it won’t happen… 
Me: my dreams come to pass… 
Jafar: this one won’t…. 
Me: promise?
 Jafar: I promise… I cleaned my eyes..he was looking at me like I was a little crazy…so I laughed…
 Jafar: you are beautiful…laughing with tears in your eyes… 
Me: I am? He bent down and kissed me…he started with the tip of my lips…then I spread my lips open..the warmth of his mouth was heavenly….he raised the Jersey over my head, he was pleasantly surprised when he realized I was naked…he came on top of me…the full length of him…tasted my neck…then my nips…my hands where spread wide like I was an eagle…I was making sounds I have never made before…it was like he was rolling his tongue…I was trembling…I pushed him to his back, then I climbed him…I kissed every part of his unique face…his goatee pressed against my cheek as I kissed his adam’s apple…my fingers went to his nips…before my lips joined them…my bum was shot upward, like he was a power bike…my vee was moist in anticipation…I ran my hand down his hard abdomen till it got to his boxers, my lips returned to his lips…I caressed his d–k, the thin cotton material of his boxer short was finding it hard to hold on to the hardness that was trying to breakout…the more I caressed, the harder it got…I found the buttons that covered the opening infront of the boxers, freeing it, I dipped my hand inside to bring out his d–k…he let out a controlled sound…I started grinding my hips on his…his d–k was pressed against my vee, the lips of my vee..partly swollen now with heightened excitement, the fluid was rubbing against the top of his d–k, the wet slopping sound audible…I wanted him inside of me…I wanted it more than I wanted anything in the world…he held my hands and gently placed me on the bed…
He gave me a look like he was asking for my consent before he proceeded.. 
Me: I want you… I spread my legs, reached out for his d–k and guided it to the entrance of my vee..as he leaned closer…the lips spread open…soaking and warm..he stopped again and looked at me…i pulled him by the neck so that his face was on the bed, beside my face…my right hand held the back of his head, his chest was pressed against my b—–s…my left hand was at his back… Me: make love to me…. He entered me. 
To be continued

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