Love in devilish places - Episode 5

 

In less than ten minutes after ending his show, Maxwell grabbed his blazer saying a quick goodbye to the crew. He had missed two episodes of the Originals, he'll be dammed if he paid another ten thousand Naira to Obiora again.

Obiora had brought up the bet saying he lived a rigid lifestyle, he had stated that he was just fine but the devil's imp had insisted he did something to break the norm and the breaking the norm resulted to him watching an episode of a movie every weekend. His first task was to complete the Originals and the annoying movie was a series.

Damn you Obi . Damn you.

He wasn't looking forward to a date night with his TV but another miss meant another ten thousand Naira. He regretted having him accompany him to Abuja.

The ride home was slow and boring, no thanks to the traffic. He would have goggled about the movie but his partner was one to ask questions like a lawyer. Always wanting an in depth explanation to prove he had actually done it.

"To hell with you," he yelled at a bike man who bumped into him.

Ordinarily he would have ignored it but tonight wasn't a favourable one. Breaking from the traffic he followed another route

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. No better way to get home than breaking some rules.

"Yaaaa!!" He laughed as he manouvered his way through a narrow lane, missing a pregnant woman by the hair.

Father Lord.

He whistled knowing his career would have ended if he had knocked her down.

The humorous voice of Falz singing this is Nigeria suddenly boomed in his car.

"Hello good evening." He grunted as he realized it was his boss. "I left the office thirty minutes ago."

"Yes I know son. I just wanted to confirm if you got the email."

He rolled his eyes swiverling to his left. "I'll check that when I get home."

"But son it's.. Never mind. Call me once you get it." He dropped the call.

He stopped in front a tall ivory gate, pressed a small remote and the opened silently. He pulled up on the driveway pressing the remote again to close the gates before speeding off. He hoped the cook had prepared something less spicy for him today or out she goes immediately.

After five cooks, two of which he married, he had lost hope in eating good food. The recent one accosted by his mother, making him lose all form of will to send her packing.

He strode in, momentarily passing the kitchen to check out his meal but thought against it. He took double steps desperately in need of a cool shower. He'd off his clothing while climbing the stairs with just his singlet and an open belt buckle on. He noticed his room had a slight change to it but that wasn't his pirority now. All he wanted was a cool bath before attending to anything else.

Stripping himself finally at the foot of his bed he walked to the bathroom naked. His Jacuzzi offered the relief he desperately needed, but it was temporary as what he needed most was a hand massage and a warm body to spend the night with.

As the water cooled he remembered the last time he had gotten all three. It had been with cook number three turned wife number two.

Lisa had been his world when they first met, she had been the support he just needed. Her shoulders were always welcoming and he sought her whenever he was broken. She had offered her services for free at first and when he needed more than kitchen meals she had whole heatedly accepted. It hadn't taken him long to take her to the altar after she conceived. He had been certain that she was the compensention for the loss of his first wife.

Lisa had been his world till that fateful night. That evil night as his mother had called it.

This is Nigeria, see how we living now, see how we eating now, everybody be criminal.

"Damn it." He groaned stepping out of the Jacuzzi.

He grabbed a robe covering himself before snatching the unfortunate white towel that had been left abandoned on the row to wipe his hands.
His legs dripped water as he walked to the room without his slippers.

Darn! It was his boss, could Mr Jubril ever consider the time before calling.

"Does your wife never complain?" he asked gruffly on answering.

"I don't have a wife."

"But..."

"I have three. So which of them are you referring to?"

Darn! He had forgotten Jubril Shittu was a man of many women. After three wives and several children he had set up a roaster on how he should be visited, his mistresses included. The annoying man was as free as a bird as long as his money and fame helped them got around

"So son...what do you say about the job? The bigger boss needs an answer?"
"What...Oh yeah. I'm good with it." He scratched his chin hoping his boss won't ask another question. He hadn't gotten around reading his mail yet.

"Perfecto." Jubril whistled, a tapping sound following. "Good one son, good one. By tomorrow Tania would wake up to her latest appointment and I can just imagine the look on her face."

"Tania?"

"Yes son. Tania Olubankole of speak to tania will be live with you on a special episode of flaming flames." Jubril explained exictedly.

"What the hell...darn it man." He flunged his towel. This would have been a good time to run his hands through his hair but unluckily, he was one of the bald ones.

"Son... Son... Are you there?"

"Stop calling me your damn son okay. What's the meaning of this? This is a set up?"

"What set up? You just agreed to it....

Darn.

"...and the mail to Tania's P.A just got delivered...

Darn it.

"Come on son, don't chicken out now."

"Who's idea is this? Cos if I find out it's yours I'll ruin your show for life."

A laughter came from the other side followed by snorts. "Thankfully it's the big boss. And one whose show you don't dare ruin. Goodnight son."

He threw his phone on the bed falling alongside it. Jubril was a mad man and same as the big boss who happened to be a SAN. Reaching for his phone again he went straight to his mailbox, clicking the second mail.

Jubril had really sent a proposal on having the lady on the show. Not just any other but the special edition slated for next week Friday. If they were virtual bullets, Jubril would have been dead already.

His eyes darted to the wall clock, twenty past eleven. Damn Jubril and the crazy show, now he was going to pay Obiora another ten thousand.

He closed his eyes as sleep overcame him.

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