My Woman

My woman episode 7

My woman episode 7
 
Mr. Edwards’ face fell… He was shocked. But he could also see he had no option; besides, he figured he could use Amelia to get what he wanted from Brenda…
 
“Give me a call tonight, I’ll tell you where to meet me. I think you and I can strike a good deal” said Mr. Edwards.
 
Amelia smiled and left the office. She went straight home. On her way she received a call from an unknown number. It turned out to be one of her high school secret admirers.
 
She didn’t recognize the caller even after he mentioned his name – Sam.
 
He, however, sounded quiet rom-ntic on phone… He had a deep voice any lady would fall for. It was quite a long conversation, they spent time catching up and talking about life in general. In the end, they scheduled a date so they could meet.
 
Meanwhile, Brenda and Dave were still at the house spending time together. They enjoyed each other’s company thoroughly but something kept bothering Dave.
 
Brenda noticed it and asked him.
 
“It’s not anything in particular, my woman… I was just wondering how you’d break the news to your Dad.” Dave answered
 
Brenda: “I intend to inform him that I am in Nigeria but that I will be back in the UK next month.We can then take it from there. For now, all I want is to be with you”
 
Dave was really not convinced things were that simple but he decided not spoil the moment. Suddenly, Brenda felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She ignored it initially but it persisted. Then, she started feeling nauseated; she needed to throw up. She quickly left Dave and ran off to washroom to vomit. This wasn’t the first time this was happening. She had been feeling this way for a couple of days now. She was pretty sure what what was happening, she had just chosen to ignore it and hope it would disappear.
 
Dave on the other hand, had no idea what was going on… He didn’t understand why Brenda started feeling sick all of a sudden. He was extremely worried
 
After a few minutes, she came out looking down and announced softly “Dave, I am pregnant”
 
Dave was stunned!
 
On the other end of town, Amelia had called Mr. Edwards to confirm their appointment and get the address of their rendezvous point. It was the same hotel where Brenda had met him.
 
As usual, Mr. Edwards gave her a room number after booking the place. She got to the hotel and went straight to the room. He was already there waiting for her.
 
They made small talk before discussing the matter at hand.
 
Mr. Edwards proposed what Amelia thought was a good deal. He explained how the pictures in the brown envelope came about and how Brenda and Dave had set him up. He was looking for payback.
 
Amelia liked the idea of getting back at those two.
 
They both arrived at a plan, a plan to get Brenda back in bed with Mr. Edwards while Amelia got back with Dave.
 
They were happy about their plan and decided to drink to it. They drunk a lot of alcohol that night, followed by sessions of rough s€×.
 
Once they were done, Amelia got to work. She immediately started execution of the plan by texting Dave.
 
Text message: “I have lost you; and you have Brenda now. But you will crawl back begging me to come back to you.”
 
Meanwhile, back at Dave’s apartment… Even though the news of Brenda’s pregnancy news had taken him by surprise, he was very delighted and happy.
 
He jumped off the bed where he had been lying down and hugged Brenda, who was feeling very relieved. She hadn’t known what to expect. She had in fact dreaded breaking the news to him. Yes, they had a good thing going but they had not exactly discussed the future. She didn’t know whether or not a baby was a welcome development. Seeing him excited now, allayed all her fears. She was at least assured they were both in this together.
 
Their happy moment was, however, rudely interrupted by a phone call.
 
It was Amelia again… she was calling Brenda’s phone.
 
“Its Amelia” Brenda told Dave, wondering to herself how she had gotten hold of her number.
 
Dave: “What in the world does that girl want from you?! She sent me text message saying some rubbish. Don’t answer it.”
 
Brenda: “Baby, you know that’s not my thing. Let me listen to what she has to say”
 
Having said that, she answered the call.
 
Brenda: Hello Amelia, how can I help you?
 
Amelia: Help me? (She laughed out loud) By the time we are done talking, you will be the one needing my help. Anyway, there is a saying that nothing can be hidden under this sun. I know what you and Dave did to Mr. Edwards. I have the pictures with me and I intend to share it if you don’t comply with my conditions.
 
Brenda: “And what’s your conditions if I may ask”
 
Amelia: “Meet me up tomorrow evening at Tarvan pub, 7:00pm.
 
Come alone and don’t try to play smart”
 
She said that and hung up.
 
Brenda told Dave what Amelia said.
 
Dave: “Babe, you are not going anywhere. Let her do her worst.”
 
Brenda: “I understand you my love. Only you and I know what exactly happened at the hotel, the world doesn’t. If those photos are leaked, they could very well be misinterpreted. It’s better I go meet with her. Then, we can come to a compromise so she doesn’t do anything unexpected”
 
Dave finally agreed for Brenda to go see Amelia.
 
Amelia on the other hand, was not done with her phone calls. She had one more person to call – the Resource Person who unknown to her, was Brenda’s Father.
 
She pretended to be the course representative for their class and called his office to schedule a meeting. She told his secretary she needed to get clarification on some course-related issues. She was asked to come over the next day.
 
The following morning, Amelia went to Brenda’s father’s office as scheduled.
 
She was warmly recieved and was given something to drink while she waited for Mr. Wilson who was at a meeting when she arrived.
 
Mr. Wilson came from his meeting after a few minutes to meet Amelia at the reception. He greeted her warmly and quickly ushered her into his main office.
 
To be continued…

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