Ronke sat down in
bed,
cornflakes and milk
in bowl,
surfing the net.
She
doesn't work but spends all the
money she wants
just because she has
decided to make her body work
for her, not publicly
though.
She is what you
would refer to as a private
prostitute.
Her accommodation,
car and everything she
had in her possession came from
men who were not
contented with their
wives and could not withstand
her exceptional
ability in bed.
Presently, she
wasn't on twitter, facebook or any
social media as was
her usual way of passing time and getting men
who could
'spend', she was
researching into the
private life of Belina Branson popularly known as
Mrs. BB. Being a popular person,
much of her private life was open to public glare despite her desperate
attempt at
making her private life
private. After
researching
for few minutes, she
stumbled on a very
exciting info and smiled
tentatively.
"Oh… Oyin baby, you
owe
me one. You are
definitely blessed to have me.
Our
plan just got better",
she
said to herself,
picking up her plate of
cornflakes,
chewing with
delight as she
stared at the screen.
********** **********
Richard sat down in
his
office, files in hand.
He
checked his wristwatch but
it was not 11 am
yet. He
had ensured that a
work
file was placed on Oyinade's
table before her
arrival as
was done to every
new
intake in the hospital. A tour
round the hospital
was the
first assignment she
had to
carry out with the aid of her
secretary but she
was to
meet him 11 am. He
hated
people with the 'African
time' mentality and
he
wanted to test her
on that
first. His intercom rang
one
minute to eleven.
"let her
in", was his
response and he praised her
internally for
successfully passing
the
first test.
Oyinade walked in elegantly
and successfully hid
her joy
at seeing him at
such close
range. Apart from being
one of the youngest
millionaires in
Nigeria, he
had an exceedingly
stunning exterior that
almost made her
knees
weak. He had a
powerful
presence which could ooze
the air in a room,
leaving
you breathless.
"Good morning Mr.
Branson" she said. He
responded likewise,
pointed to a chair
opposite
him and she sat
down. Richard did not for
once
take his eyes off the
file he
was studying as he
rolled out her duties.
"well, miss
Adeyanju, I just
have a few minutes
so
listen attentively because I
won't repeat myself.
You
are going to take
part of my
workload here because my
table is overflowing.
In my
absence, you are to
cross-
check all the patients in the
hospital and attend
to my
patients. You
already have
the file in your office to tell
you your program
for the
week. Any other
thing
asides these would be
relayed later. Any
questions?" he
flipped
through the pages
of the file like someone
reading a
very fascinating
novel.
Oyinade was
stunned beyond words, not
by the
things he was
blabbing but
by the fact that he
hadn't spared her a glance,
despite
her perfume. She
thought
of a question which
could require him to look
at her
but could not find an
intelligent one. "No
sir", she
replied. "Good. That's all for
now
then", he said as
farewell.
Oyinade gathered
her ruins, stood up and left the
office.
While Richard smiled
faintly
in his office as he
continued to inspect the files
on his
table, Oyinade was
busy
pacing her tastefully
furnished office in anger.
She picked up her
phone
and dialed Ronke.
Without
any pleasantry, she launched her cause. "I need
to take this up a
notch
Ronky. I went to see
him
now and he did not even
glance at me,
despite my
very expensive
perfume.
That witch in his house has
clouded his mind".
Ronke sighed over
the
receiver and said, "Calm
down babe, I've got
a plan"
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STORY:BEAUTIFUL BELINA (Season 2, Episode 7)
Description : Ronke sat down in bed, cornflakes and milk in bowl, surfing the net. She doesn't work but spends all the money she wants just because sh...
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