Sheila hated her job! The revelation took her quite by surprise. It seemed that planning other people’s weddings when she didn’t even have a boyfriend much less any hopes of anyone putting a ring on it, had slowly aggravated her to a point where she could hardly stand the whining brides. Her work ethics kept her civil but her manner was brisk. Thankfully her clients saw that as a sign of efficiency after all she always did deliver the grandest, most romantic weddings. She smiled sardonically. Here these women were, complaining about colours and arrangements not fully realising they had something that so many women were begging for.
“Not me though, I beg no one!”
Not even Chinedu. She had come to the conclusion that Chinedu’s recent misdemeanours were as a result of what he’d heard from Soji. She couldn’t blame him. She and Soji had parted on less than amicable terms and he’d sworn to get even. Well karma was a b*tch she admitted wryly. Chinedu had lied that he was away on a business trip yet she kept seeing his car around town. Guess he was too much of a gentleman to outrightly dump her.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. As she fished it out it occurred to her that she had a date with Richard. They’d been seeing quite a lot of each other recently and even though she made it a rule not to hang out with the same guy more than once a week, he was a welcome distraction. He’d been trying to get her into bed for some weeks now but she didn’t think it was a good idea. Richard like Soji, was one of the guys she’d rolled with back in the days, when she was heartbroken and desperate to fill the void with as much sex as she could possibly muster. And of course there had been the gifts. He’d always been her most generous lover but unlike Soji he hadn’t gotten mad when he realised he wasn’t her only lover. Soji’s territorialism had been uncalled for and after she gave him a piece of her mind, he’d done his best to frustrate her in school.
Anyway Richard seemed sent from heaven. He’d been off her radar for a long while and suddenly re-appeared a few weeks ago with renewed fervour. He’d changed but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was about him that was different.
“Hello Richie, how far now?”
“I’m good dear, when are we seeing? I miss you baby and I wanna rock your world if you’ll let me! My place, 6 o’clock?”
“Sorry Richard I can’t. I’ve got work”
“How about Sunday? Baby nobody does me the way you do and it’s been so loooooong…”
Richard finished off with a sulk. She was amazed at the new Richard. The old one allowed her go at her own pace but there was an urgency about these incessant requests that was mind boggling.
“Ok we’ll see on Sunday but no promises!”
“Great, take care babe!”
Sheila hadn’t had sex in a while. It was hard to believe but Chinedu frowned at pre-marital sex which made him all the more intriguing. It was amusing to see him struggling to hold back when they kissed and on some occasions she deliberately tempted him to see just how much he could resist. He was so different from any man she had ever met.
“Thinking about Chinedu won’t do you any good! He turned out to be just like every other d*ck head you’ve ever met!”
Sheila’s week flew by in a flurry of events and on saturday as she stood admiring her decor she afforded herself a smile. Maybe her job wasn’t so bad after all. The bride’s mother had popped in to see the hall and had left beaming from ear to ear. She wondered if she’d ever be a bride or a wife or a mother. Those were dreams she had locked away. She didn’t wanna be like all the pathetic women around her but who was she kidding? She had started to dream again when she met Chinedu…so much for dreams.
“Love don’t live here anymore…”
The next evening as she sat watching Richie she wondered what was going through his mind. They were in his apartment having drinks and making small talk but he’d get an occasional gleam in his eyes every now and then and coupled with the fact that he was topless, she knew he was a man on a mission.
“Can I refill your glass?”
“I usually don’t drink so much Richie. You know that”
“Come on, we are in my house, relax ok!”
The more reason why Sheila couldn’t relax. Her unease was growing and her instincts were on red alert.
“Are you alright Sheila?”
She hadn’t even realised she was nodding off. What was happening?
“W…what is h…a…ppening?”
“You are getting drowsy Sheila, I drugged you!”
Sheila’s eyes widened in terror. What sort of game was Richie playing?
“Like you don’t know!”
Richie replied with a cruel laugh.
“You ruined my life babes! You or one of the other b*tches I slept with. I have HIV! Can you imagine that? H-I-V! And guess what? I’m not going down alone! Someone has to pay! You ruined my life Sheila. You f*cking b*itch!”
Sheila could feel the effects of the drug and struggled to keep her eyes open. She’d never been so terrified. The Richie who was pacing the room shouting like a maniac was not the Richie she knew. God please don’t let him give me HIV she begged silently but why would God even listen to her? She had gotten herself into this mess without God’s help after all.
Richard walked up to her and began to undress her. She couldn’t even struggle. Keeping her eyes open took all the fight in her. She shook her head feebly, begging him with her terrified eyes but every time he looked into her eyes he laughed a cruel laugh. How many other women had fallen victim she wondered?
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and the white sheets were the last thing she saw as darkness enveloped her.
…To be continued
Have a great evening peeps! T.G.I.F