(Story by Prisca Ezeh)
I am Ezeh Darlington..a rich fellow sha..i know i could afford cars and buildings but there is one thing i could never afford a “Happy Home”..
My parents were rich working class type of people..my dad was a solider and my mum a doctor..but ever since i was born into that family, my parents have been into lots of arguments sometimes it resulted my father battering up mum.. I was watching and as little as i was, i vowed never to have anything to do with a WOMAN!
Years passed after i graduated from UNIZIK (Nnamdi Azikiwe University Akwa)..as a Lawyer, had my degrees and was made a Barrister.. My parents were still quarreling over little issues..because of that i had to buy a house, a very expensive home and started up my life properly without no girlfriend, no fiancée, no house help..just me, myself and i.
Though i was very tall and cute guy, girls love flaunting their asses and b**bs whenever i was alone having my private time..i was just in the world of my own belief, i was practically a good cook, industrious and a goal getter.. Right from my University days.. Ladies weren’t my priority
“I can do fine without them and their nagging” i always say to myself
I had a friend, Tola was his name, a Yoruba guy though.. He was the only one who visited almost all the time.. He once had a company but he lost it due to his nonchalant attitude towards work, his house was taken away from him because of the loan he took from the company to spend on different prostitutes and he could not refund back the loan…he was actually a womanizer.. He comes around whenever am not home because he knew the hatred i have for women, messes up my house, swimming pool area,bathroom just everywhere! He litters it with packs of cigarette, condoms and pills..
Whenever am home, i just do some cleanings and arrangements, at times.. I find ladies panties in my cooking pot (tola sef)
I was a very diligent worker..Tall, huge and up to the task!…
(Story by Prisca Ezeh)
Don’t think i don’t know about ladies and their body languages, i do.. I read up stuffs online and at times write-ups but i never believed true love existed.. That was the actually beginning of my DEPRESSION
Ladies were just after my money, fame and popularity.. I never gave a d–n about her homely she is.. Some tried bribing my gate man to allow them in
“Him no be gay na.. My choco milo is sweet oo.. Your oga go enjoy am..abi him dy sleep with you?” That was the beautiful ladies outside the girls do say..
I just laugh within the confinement of my own privacy..
“Murick!!. Open the gate for me!” I ordered
On driving out..i know i had to swing up my window because of the ladies sitting there every morning..they are fond of tapping my window with their hands, pressing their b**bs on the window.. Kissing the window with their lips..telling me how they love me, at times they get into a fight, disgracing themselves say na their papa them dy disgrace
Even in my work place.. There was this lady named Queeneth, she was my secretary.. Very beautiful and intelligent graduated with honors.. I always ask her as the boss to get a good paying job and not as my secretary but she insisted on helping me…i had no choice but to give her that position.. Queeneth was fond of coming in my office without knocking and sitting very close to me as if na my wife.. And she’s hot tempered, she gets very upset whenever other clients with problems comes in my office for counselling..at times she serves them hot coffee even if they never requested, and ends up pouring all the hot drink on them saying it was a mistake, and the client will have to cancel her meetings and reschedule it for another time because her clothes is messed up…I understand how she feels sha
One day,a lady visited for the first time in my firm..Her issue was complicated though but the way Queeneth responded to her was literally wrong..the lady felt very bad
Episode 3 &4
The lady came to my office and told me how Queeneth reacted to her greetings and when she asked to be directed to my office.. Queeneth ignored her and continued with her typings..i apologized to the young lady
“Bianca am so so sorry..It won’t repeat itself again”
“Okay Mr Darlington”
“Oh no..I am not married,pls address me as Darlington”
“But i guess it’s too formal”
“Okay..You can refer me as Barrister Darlington”
“Okay..But don’t you prefer ‘My Darlington’?”
I just smiled but deep down i was pained
When the session was over..Bianca invited me to her birthday party which was going to be celebrated at her mansion at Ajah in Lagos..I told her i was totally busy with work but she came closer,sat on my desk,touching my beards and said
“I’ll pay for your flight to and fro to Ajah.. Just come and be my guest..i will love to see you around” she smiled seductively
Just then Queeneth barged in,saw how close we were and demanded Bianca to leave..
“Please leave your session is over!”
“Is this how your secretary behaves?” Bianca said shockingly
“Get out!!” Queeneth resorted
“Okay..but Barrister remember our meetings” she smiled walking out
Queeneth gave her a wicked look, i just sat there looking speechless
Just then i tried saying;
“Queeneth why are you acting that way to my client?”
“Client? You say client??..Darlington why was she sitting so close to you..I can’t believe you’re a flirt..The way you looked at her with passion in your eyes” she was crying with tears rolling down her cheeks
“What are you insinuating…it’s okay get back to work” she stared at me and left..i was wondering why she felt that way..i no marry am na
At exactly 8:30pm..i was preparing to go home..Queeneth came into my counselling room..she locked the door behind her and threw away the keys..i never noticed her at first..i was busy tidying up..she pulled off her gown seductively,came to where i was,that was when i realized TEMPTATION
(Story by Prisca Ezeh)
She was not wearing panties..i was so shocked
“Queeneth what are you doing?!”
“Am doing exactly what you were denied..Is it s3x? I have it!” she came closer..Unhooking her bra
“Please respect yourself”
“Darlington..I graduated best!..I have the b**bbbs and the ass you desire..Is it beauty..it’s all in me..Give me a chance to show you love” her b**bbbs were so big..that even her bra was begging for freedom…it was dangling in power..she widen her thighs and kept on rubbing her n*ppples..She came close trying to kiss my neck,just then i stood up.
“Queeneth you’re my secretary..i can’t be having an affair with you,it’s wrong!”
“But baby..since the day you employed me,i was hoping you would be mine..i hoped for the day your d*ckkk will slide into me and i m0an your name,and you channel all your energy into my p*ssyy..Ejaculating your seeds and i start bearing your children” she said biting her finger nails..I just shook my head,trying to look for the lost keys,just then she walked towards me and locked her lips with mine..She was a good kisser but biko conji catch man instantly
I grabbed her by her ass,laid her on my desk,unzipped and ready to puncture,she was busy crying to be dealt with
“Yessss..Go in now,please?!”
I slide in..Back and forth..Blasting her ass..Her b**bbbs were standing..red and hot..She kept on screaming,i cared less..i s*kked, f*ngered and rode on her like a bull..We were getting to our climaxx when i gave out an organismic cry..She screamed too..I poured all my seeds in her..It was just gushing..i felt relieved..At last i did have s3x for the past 13years..she kissed me while we were breathing badly..She begged for more but i refused
At 9:50pm..I begged her to let me go..She said i shouldn’t worry about tidying the office,i should get some rest..she found the keys and opened the door..
“Please flush that stuff”
I left satisfied..On getting home i met Tola and his babes