CANDY FLOSS BOUDOIR 4

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He cared enough the next day though.

She and Laja were locked in a heated embrace when her phone rang.

It was Waziri, He wanted to know where she was.

Before she could reply though, he asked her to look up. She sighted him coming out of a strange car.

All evidence of Laja’s machismo disappeared as he blended with the shadows to be seen no more.

Opeyemi woke up two days later in the hospital with a broken wrist and a body on fire with pain.

Waziri’s doctors treated her without asking any questions but she could sense their silent questions, how? Why? What?

“Ope”. Waziri shakes her back to the present; she flinches at his rough handling of her still tender body.

Hi, Waz, I didn’t hear you come in”.

He notices her reaction and bends to bestow a sloppy kiss on her nose.

“I’m sorry sweetie”. He whispers sheepishly, handing her a shopping bag.

She dutifully feigns joy but barely looks inside.

The carrier bag with the embossed logo already announces the bestowing of another expensive piece of jewelry from the most exclusive jewelry shop in Nigeria.

He’s not hungry, so they skip dinner.

He apologizes again for his behavior of the day before and offers with a sick leer, to give her a massage.

Weary apprehension cloud her eyes and she mentally heaves a sigh of resignation as she silently takes off her clothes,

He begins a limp massage, which transcends into some sort of animalistic heated pre mating ritual.

Groping, grunting, grinding a sloppy kiss here, and more frantic grunting as he mounts her.

Tears roll down her face as sounds of Aretha Franklin’s “Ever changing times” wafts into the room.

He jerks and shudders; his face grotesque in contortion, then he convulses and slumps bearing his full weight on her.

Twenty seconds later a sharp snort followed by snoring, signals Opeyemi and she lightly pushes him off.

Opeyemi stares around her room and cries harder.

“I have to dash” He announces after an hour of sleep.

He goes into the bathroom and she listens to the sound of water splashing like the slaps she was so used to.

He steps out dripping water all over the carpet. He towels himself dry then drops the towel carelessly on the carpeted floor.

He dresses up, and then plants a wet kiss in the general direction of her nose.

She struggles not to reach up and wipe off the extra saliva deposited on her face.

“Don’t get up dear, I’ll see my self out, sleep tight, see you tomorrow”.

As the sound of his car fades out she gingerly gets into the bathroom for a cleansing bath.

Bathed and creamed, Opeyemi slips into a flannel night dress, really drab, then again she was alone and will be till morning.

 She gets under the duvet and huddles up trying to generate some heat. The room is quite cold but she leaves the air conditioning unit on, it is good for her complexion. She stretches then reaches for her IPad.

 Her fingers fly through the keys as she enters “Likeminds” a chat room with practically every subject in the world.

 Candy floss boudoir is ready to chat flashes on the screen.

 Karl Max: Hey Candy, how are you today? Scrolls the next message.

Opeyemi smiles as she responds to her favorite online pal.

They’d been “friends” for two months now and even had each others’ photographs.

 Candy floss Boudoir:  I’m ok Karl, you?

Karl Marx: You left abruptly yesterday, may I ask why?

Candy floss Boudoir: He came in while we were chatting. He beat the joy of life out of me.

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              Rio