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 WRITTEN BY: Dame Valuta

Hello Folks…

 

… A blessed week ahead do I wish us all. If you haven’t been following the interesting tale Unwilling Groom, this is a chance for you to catch up on it. Read, share and comment your thoughts on the story. Your thoughts thus far have been truly encouraging and are highly appreciated.

 

…Enjoy!!!    

 

UNWILLING GROOM  –  EPISODE FOUR

 

When Gift woke up the next day, Kingsley had gone to work. She hadn’t heard him wake up, shower or dress. She had slept through it all. Between her thighs ached though her traitorous center moistened at the thought of why it ached. In all her life, no man had ever made love to her the way Kingsley had. The man was sexually unstoppable and the thought that he had ever fucked any woman outside her, almost drove her mad. In one night, he had given her more orgasms than she’d experienced in all her life. Gift smiled and stretched languidly, feeling like a bride for the very first time. After a few minutes of happy musings, she got off the bed and walked into the toilet. Pinned on the toilet bowl cover was a note which simply read…

“Don’t leave me Gift. I know I am not worth it but give our baby a chance to know his daddy.”

Sudden tears welled up her eyes and she reached down to touch her belly protectively. The fact that he even thought about the prospect of having a child with her made her smile through her tears. She wasn’t sure she was ovulating but a little part of her held out hope. Any thought she had of going to get contraceptives left her immediately. Now, what she had to do so was ensure they made love often so she would indeed get pregnant.

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She felt like exploding as he pushed into her over and over again. He was groaning now and she knew in a moment, hot liquid will fill her inside. Locking her legs around him, she raised her head till her mouth touched his chest, seeking out his nipple with her tongue. She found it and grazed it with her teeth. He clenched his buttocks and growled.

“Oh fucking hell baby… I’m gonna cum…”

He delved in deeper, gave her a few more thrusts and groaned as he emptied his goodies into her. She was jerking beneath him in climax, her gasp drowned by his groans. He watched her go through the emotions, smiling as the tide ebbed and she calmed down. Then he pushed away from her and got out of the bed. She watched him with dazed eyes as he entered the toilet then returned shortly, still naked. She didn’t feel like getting up but she knew she had to. She needed to serve him dinner. With a tired sigh, she got up, tied a wrapper across her chest, over her naked body and entered the toilet. As she passed him, he smiled mischievously.

“You know I want you again right?” He asked her.

“No-O. Not tonight again please. You’ve been making love to me every single day for a whole week. I am tired. My vagina needs rest.” She said and locked the toilet door.

Kingsley laughed out loud. Since he started making love to Gift, he had been unable to stop. At first, it had been to make her stay… get her pregnant… Do all he could not to lose her. Now, he enjoyed fucking her. Her pussy felt just right for him. Every time he got home from work, he pounced on her. He couldn’t explain it but seeing her as he stepped into the house made him horny. But he acknowledged that she was right. She needed a breather from him and he would have to give her that. He grabbed a towel, slung it around his neck and waited for her to come out of the toilet so he could shower.

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She was pregnant but she didn’t tell him. Though she had the normal morning sickness, she hid it from him which wasn’t a difficult feat since he left the house early. Hers wasn’t so bad though. Outside the usual morning vomit and the nausea, by mid-day, she was right as rain. Seeing as Kingsley had morphed into the ideal husband, she should have been glad to give him the good news but she held back. He didn’t love her but she was hopelessly in love with him and she didn’t want him to think that she was going to stay because of the pregnancy. She washed her face, dried it and stared at a mirror, looking for signs of puffiness around her eyes and nose. Nothing. She looked the same. No changes yet. She sighed and got out of the toilet, surprised to see him seated on the bed, lost in thought.

“Come here… Let’s talk.” He said, his accent thick this morning.

As she sat beside him with a puzzled smile, she struggled to push back the niggling fear inside of her.

“So, I got in touch with some old friends, told them I’ve been incommunicado for a bit because I got married and decided to rough it up on my own. I don’t want to tell them that my mom and I fell out and… you know, the whole mess. Anyways, one of them invited me out to brunch…” He left the rest of the sentence to hang.

“They are your friends… You should go.” She told him.

“Yea… The problem is not them. The problem is that I know Ethel is gonna be there.” He looked at her when he said this. She smiled and looked away.

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to say…” She said truthfully.

“I want you to come out with me. I want you by my side Gift. You’re that light that has been leading me to a path that’s foreign yet right for me. You’re my sanity Gift. You’re MY GIFT. If you’re with me, it makes me want to do no wrong. Please… say you’ll come?” His pleading touched her.

“There are things you have to deal with on your own. I won’t always be there with you, you know.” Came her response.

“I know. But for this one, I want you by my side. Please.” He held her hand.

“I’ll go with you, but, I don’t have anything to wear. I didn’t bring much clothes with me because I didn’t think I would stay this long.” She smiled apologetically.

“I’ve got a million in fixed deposit and maybe two hundred thousand in my current account. You think I cannot afford to buy my wife some decent clothes?” He raised an eyebrow mockingly and she laughed.

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Like he rightly speculated, Ethel was at Dipo’s place. As usual, she looked amazing. She was wearing pencil black jeans, a clingy neon green tank-top, and silver colored heels. Her hair was in a fro and she looked like a model on vacation. She squealed in delight as soon as Kingsley entered and hugged him tight, not wanting to let him go.

“Oh baby… Where have you been? What happened to you? I called your line endlessly but it was switched off. How could you do this to us? Ask Dipo, I was sick. Very sick. I had to be admitted.” Ethel went on and on.

Kingsley smiled and pushed away from her turning around to beckon Gift closer. Dipo and the other guys looked on in awkward silence as Gift walked up to him, looking shy. Ethel looked at Gift, her eyes turning to ice as she recognized her. Gift smiled at everyone, except Ethel. To her, she gave a dirty look. Ethel scoffed in derision.

“Oh… You’ve started taking your arrangement out? You finally cowered to your mother’s wish, as usual.” She shook her head in pity. 

Kingsley smiled and led Gift to a sofa, not bothering to respond to Ethel’s jab. He introduced Gift to his friends and was pleased that they welcomed her warmly. Gift sat in silence, ignoring Ethel as she tried to dominate the conversation to prove her closeness to Kingsley. She was glad her husband was an intuitive man because, his hand rarely left hers and he was quite doting. To everyone around, he was madly in love with his wife but Ethel saw differently.

“Sorry please… Kingsley, can I speak with you outside?” She asked with a saccharine smile.

“Sure thing.” He replied almost immediately. He turned to Gift, gave her a brief kiss on the lips and followed Ethel out.

Gift was upset that he hadn’t turned Ethel’s request down but she masked her hurt beautifully and laughed at a joke one of Dipo’s friends made.

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“Your wife? So you now accept her as your wife?” Ethel blurted out angrily as they stood out on the porch.

“She is my wife. I paid dowry on her.” Kingsley replied in amusement.

“You didn’t pay her dowry. Your mother did. You despise her. You loved ME! So why did you accept her back? What incentive did your mother throw at you for you to now accept someone you know nothing about as your wife?” Ethel was seething now.

Kingsley stared at her in silence for a bit then began to pace, trying hard to hide his anger and choose his words carefully.

“The two million you stole from me, did it change your life? He asked her, his smile still in place but his eyes were cold.

The question surprised her and stunned her into temporary silence. Then she scoffed.

“What two million? What are you talking about? Are you dreaming?” Her voice had taken on an amused tone.

“You see, when some unknown guys came to maul me at home for a crime I’m yet to ascertain, they left me for dead. The five million that the lawyer gave me was untouched. I had called you earlier and told you about the money. You arrived, saw me in a near death stage and all you could do was steal from me and run. If I had died from that experience, you would have been the first to cry, wouldn’t you?” His voice was cold now.

“Where is all this accusation coming from? I did not even come near your place because after your call, I fell ill and was rushed to the hospital. If you want to know, I miscarried your pregnancy. I was three months gone.” She told him defiantly.

“Are you aware I have security cameras in my house?” He asked and chuckled when she looked up at him in horror. “I installed them when my wife threatened to leave. I put them there to ensure that when she did leave, she wouldn’t steal anything from me.”

Ethel’s face fell. She opened her mouth to speak then shut it. She tried again.

“I didn’t steal your money. When I got to your house, I saw you lying there in your own blood. I thought you were dead. You know how Nigerian police are. If you go and report a crime, they will hold you as suspect. And I didn’t want that scandal, so I left.” She explained.

“Yea… And two million Naira took a nice walk with you. Deny it all you want; you know it’s true. Anyways, yea? The police are with the tape now because they are trying to look for my assailants. I’ve told them to ignore your part in it. I could have them investigate you as part of the gang you know…” His threat made her eyes widen.

“I am not a part of any gang Kingsley. How dare you insinuate such?” Her outrage was laced with fear.

“I can insinuate whatever the fuck I want. To think I almost left my wife for you and you couldn’t even lift a finger when I was all bruised up. Rather you stole from me. You know what Ethel, stay the fuck away from me. We had a good run… But I’m glad it’s over.” He told her then turned away, leaving her confused on the porch.

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The rest of the day with Dipo sailed smoothly. Ethel did not return to the house and Gift wondered about it. She knew the others wondered too but no one asked Kingsley. It wasn’t until they got home that she did. He smiled and told her everything. After his story, Gift smiled and hugged him, glad that her initial insecurity and fear about Ethel had been quelled. That night, they made love twice and just before they drifted off to sleep, she told him she was pregnant. Kingsley slept with a smile on his face and a possessive arm around her belly.

A week later, he suggested that they make their marriage legal. He had already gone to Ikoyi Registry to book for a date and was already shopping for a ring. Gift was too happy to argue. Her life was falling into place in amazing ways and she couldn’t stop thanking God. Kingsley was slowing getting himself on track, he seemed happier now and even more loving towards her after the baby news. The only shadow over their happiness was the problem between him and his mother. Anytime Gift brought it up, it sullied his mood and made him angry so she stopped. But she prayed they would resolve their problem so they would be one happy family again. She knew Kingsley loved his mother but he was still miffed that she cut him out of her life. Gift could understand both their pain and was at a loss on how to broach the subject. A resolution presented itself two weeks later.

It was a Saturday. Kingsley had woken up bright and early and had driven off to the mechanic to fix his car. Gift had just finished her chores and was chewing on dried crackers to quell her morning sickness when she heard a firm knock on the door. Thinking it was a neighbor, she marched to the door, clad in shorts, an oversized T-shirt which belonged to Kingsley and a cracker in her hand. She opened the door and there, before her, stood the lawyer and Kingsley’s mother.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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