The pretty maid
Meenah writes ✍️
didn’t have the chance to do anything for a week or two. My sisters had returned from school and it was relatively a full house. Sadly though, unlike before Adesuwa didn’t really talk to me much. The bright smile she always had for me was gone. Even Ireti began to look at me with an upturned nose anytime I came across her. I guess it is true when they say that once a girl tastes your díck, the respect she has for you fades away immediately.
As usual, it was a quiet weekend in the house. Dad was to go for a conference all week in Lagos and since Mum wasn’t feeling too well, he had taken her along to rest, leaving me in charge of the house. Trust my sisters, the rules they laid down for me to enforce flew out of the window once I had returned from dropping them off at the airport. They both told me they were going to Wuse2 for the weekend and will not be back until Sunday. I told them that as long as they behaved themselves and didn’t forget to “tip” me, then everything will be alright. They promised to bring me some goodies from the party they were going to attend and left on Friday.
I didn’t really see much of Adesuwa that week. At some point she was away at her father’s house for a few days. She returned home about a few hours after my sisters left, just as I was about to hit the town myself. I told her to take care of the house and that I will be back much later in the night. She responded with just a nod and huff.
I didn’t return from the club near until around three in the morning. I had a splitting headache from all the alcohol I had drank and it was a miracle I made it back home alive. I didn’t know how I managed to drive all the way back in the state I was. I didn’t remember much of the journey, but I had vague recollections of staggering to my room and passing out on the bed. The next thing I realized was someone shaking me awake the next morning. I opened my eyes and the brightness of the daylight streaming in through the window almost blinded me. Groaning out loudly, I squinted and saw it was Adesuwa trying to wake me up.
“Bros AY, why are you like this? When did you come in?” she asked, covering her nose. I must have stank like a brewery. I hadn’t even bothered to remove my smoke and alcohol smelling clothes the night before. I tried to talk but my mouth felt dry, like there was a ball of cotton wool shoved in it. I just mumbled incoherently at her. Through the red mist that enveloped my vision, I pictured her with a blue top and a wrapper wrapped tightly around her breαsts. The way those puppies moved, I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, but the signals in my mind refused to reach my díck. I mumbled again.
“Sir?” Adesuwa asked, a clear look of disgust written all over her. I really wanted to reach out and slap the look off her face but I didn’t have the strength.
“Water…Paracetamol…” I hoarsed dryly.
She turned and left and through my squinted eyes, I stared at her wobbling arse as she stepped out of my room. I lay my spinning head on the pillow and waited for her to return. She came back about five minutes later with a bottle of cold water and some pills. I gratefully downed the two tablets.
“Do you want to eat anything? Do you want me to cook something for you?” she asked.
I waved my hand at her. My tummy wasn’t settled and I knew any attempt to take anything in at that moment will only end up with me emptying the contents all over the place. She just shrugged and left me in peace.
Later that evening I lay on my bed watching a movie on Mnet. I had managed to get a bit over my hangover and taken a nice long shower. Adesuwa had brought in some fried yam and egg sauce around noon and I had devoured it like a hungry lion. She told me she was going to be with Ireti as they had some homework to cover and asked me call her if I needed anything. I hadn’t seen her since then. I decided to remain in bed after eating and regain some of my energy back.
Around seven I heard a knock on my door. I reached for the remote just as Adesuwa came in. I had just woken up from another long nap and now felt a bit refreshed.
“Broda Ayo, good evening,” she greeted.
“Good evening dear,” I replied. As usual, she looked hot. I guess she must have just styled her hair. The long bangs contrasted nicely with her light skin. Her off-shoulder blouse molded her body perfectly with just the right amount of cleavage showing. A tight pair of leggings smoothed over her hips and I couldn’t help but notice how nicely rounded they were. I just couldn’t stop staring at her. She must have caught my look because she averted her eyes and turned away.
“I just came to check on you,” she said, her hand on the door handle, “do you want to eat anything?”
“No, I’m not hungry yet,” I replied, sitting up on the bed.
“Okay. Please let me know if you want to eat anything so that I can cook it for you,” she responded as she turned to leave.
“Adesuwaaaaaa….” I called. The way I dragged her name must have caught her unawares as she jumped slightly. She turned to face me.
“Yes, broda Ayo?”
“Why you come dey form yanga for me na?” I broke out in pidgin.
“What do you mean yanga? Which yanga I dey form for you?”
“You tink say I no know? You just dey behave anyhow to me since.”
“How I dey behave?”
“Stay there dey ask me,” I replied. My eyes were glued to her protruding chest and she shifted uncomfortably. “Since dat day wey I fück you and your friend, you just dey behave one kain to me.”
Adesuwa blushed. “B-b-broda Ayo, I-I-I no wan talk about that day again. Let us just assume it never happened,” she stammered.
“Why I go assume that? You think say e easy to forget such a thing with such a fine girl like you?”
“No be Ireti you concentrate on more that day?” she blurted out. “Upon say na me convince her make we do wetin you wan do. Na she you fück pass!!!”
The cat was finally out of the bag. I knew that was her problem and I laughed. “Look Adesuwa, I did all that just to teach her a lesson. You saw as she dey form tough girl that day na.”
“But that one no mean say make you focus on her alone.”
“Oya no vex. E no go happen again like that next time.”
“Next time?” she looked at me with an angry frown, “who tell you say there will be a next time? That was just a onetime thing. Shuu!!! God forbid!!! E no fit happen again!!!”
I just smiled. I knew she was still upset about the whole thing. I decided to bide my time with her.
“Okay I’m sorry. Can you prepare some rice for me?”
“Okay I will.”
“Don’t burn it again this time oh.”
If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man by now.
To Be Continued….. . . .