My Madam And I – Episode 52

His sitting room was tastefully furnished. Everything depicts style and modern. He was about my age but seemed to be successful. So, I asked what he does for a living. 
“I’m a model and also a show organizer, that’s how I got to know most celebs,” he said. “…and what do you do Mike?” he asked.
“I am jobless.” I confessed.
“seriously?” he asked, puzzled.
“it’s common to see jobless guys these days,” I said, speaking through the alcohol. 
“yeah,” he agreed. 

He asked me if I wanted to shower so as to feel better. I told him that I was okay. So, he went to his refrigerator at the dinning and brought out short bread biscuit and fruit juice. He placed it in front of me and sat beside me. After we were done eating, I looked at the time, it was 3pm. I told him I was about taking my leave but he insisted that I stayed a little longer and promised to drop me off. I agreed on the condition that I can only spare 30 minutes which he accepted. 

He suddenly fixed his gaze on me. I felt uncomfortable with this so I moved a little away from him. 
“I like your beards, it’s so neatly groomed.” he said. 
“thank you,” I responded, still uncomfortable. 
He just smiled and continued eating his biscuit. I felt its time for me to go, so I stood up and announced my departure. He hurriedly finished his biscuits and drove me home. 

“you didn’t ask for my name,” he said, smiling as he dropped me in front of my house. 
“I’m sorry. What’s the name?” I asked. 
“Thomas.” he said. 
“I am Mike,” I said as we sook hands.
“can I have your number mike?” he asked.
I gave him my number, came down from his car and went straight into my room to sleep, forgetting that I had an appointment with Amaka. 

Ruth woke me up with a gentle tap on my thighs. I half turned and saw her standing beside me. 
”are you still sleeping?” she asked, surprised. 
“oh my goodness! What is the time?” I asked, stretching myself on the bed. 
“it’s 10pm,” Ruth said, looking at the time on her phone, sitting beside me. 
I suddenly remembered I had a date with Amaka. I quickly reached for my phone and saw two missed calls from Amaka, 10 missed calls from Sandra. 

“shit!” I cursed under my breath. 
“what’s it?” Ruth asked.
“nothing. Just my head, it still aches slightly,” I lied.
“oh, I’m sorry.” she said, gently inspecting the injury on my head. 
“I’m fine,” I murmured, moving away from her. 
“your friend is home. That’s where mum is,” she informed me, smiling. 
“who is my friend?” I asked, looking quite confused.
“your wife-beater neighbor,” she explained.
“oh! He’s back?” I asked for confirmation of what I just heard.
“yeah!” Ruth answered.

“When did he return?” I asked again. 
“I don’t know, mum told me when I arrived.” Ruth answered again.

I stood up, went to the restroom to ease myself then came back to the room. 
“how was work today?” I asked, the moment I walked in. 
“stressful as usual. Have you eaten?” she responded.
“not really,” I said.
“Okay. I bought some stuff for coconut rice. Hope you like it?” she said, smiling. 
“I like any delicious food,” I replied with a grin. 
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” she said and left. 

Ruth looked so beautiful in her black leggings that revealed every contour of her curvy hips and butt. A tight pink round neck top that showed how narrow her waist is and her firm portable boobs standing firmly. She was looking unbelievably sexy and attractive. I suddenly felt my junior responding to it. 

Ruth is no doubt a wife material with her humility and submissiveness. She is also a beautiful and attractive girl who is sensible and reasonable. She can pass for a super model. But in all, my heart still beats for Sandra even though I am currently scared of her. Sandra is also a beautiful girl, fair and Africanly endowed. She’s also classy, widely exposed and well traveled. The kind of girl my spec can hardly talk to. Perhaps that’s why I love her. 

When I was sure Ruth had gone to the kitchen, I called Sandra. 
“hello!” I said. 
“hello sweetie. Where have you been? I have been calling,” she answered.
“I’m sorry, I was asleep. Thanks for releasing the guy,” I said.
“it’s okay. I was worried, thinking you are avoiding me.” she said.
“no, you know you’re my jewel.” I assured her.
She seemed to smile, then said, “I missed you a lot Mike. How’s your injury?” 
“fine. It’s better I guess,” was my response.
“let’s see tomorrow, can we?” she asked and said it was okay.
“Okay, sweet dreams, I love you.” she said, ending the call.
“I love you more,” I said and just realized that I meant it. 

I was about hanging up when Ruth walked in, frowning at me with a glass of fruit juice in hand. I was shocked because I didn’t know how long she might have been standing behind the door. 
“who is your jewel?” she asked ominously. 
I fumbled with words. She seemed to have lost her mind as she threw the cup of juice at me and ran into the kitchen. I ran after her immediately. She poured the rice on the fire into the sink. I tried to come closer but she flung the pot at me with some hot rice in it. I turned and it landed on my back. 
“Mike! Will I kill myself for you to know I care about you Mike?” she said, crying bitterly.
“I’m sorry, just calm down,” I said, still trying to plead my way out. 

Ruth seemed absolutely nuts. She threw everything within her reach at me, even breakable plates. I moved from her way, protecting myself from being hurt. That was when she ran past me, went into mum’s room, hurriedly picked her bag and everything she owned. She was out before I got to her. I tried to stop her but she spat in my face, bit me on my bandaged hand and hit my head with her bag. I was forced to let go. She immediately ran downstairs but I chased her after her. 
“Mike, leave me alone! This is the end. I can’t share my man with anyone. Go to your rich lady friend, I’m done!” she said amidst tears then started running.

I ran after her, begging her to consider the risk of leaving that late. But she kept crying, running and walking fast. Each time I tried to hold her, she attacked me violently with her teeth, hands and anything she picked from the ground. My hand was already bleeding but it didn’t bother me much. 

I followed her from behind to ensure she gets home safely. We boarded the same bus. I tried to pay her bus fare but she rejected it with a drama. I followed her till she got home, still begging. 
“get out!” she yelled as she was entering her compound.

“if I come out and meet you here, I will pour you hot water. You had better leave for your own good.” she threatened and banged the gate, locking it from inside. 
It was then I realized how lonely her street was and the thought of going home alone sent the chills down my groin.

To be continued…

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