her undoing.
The elevator in this damned hotel decided
to fail the very day she had a reason. She cursed the stupid intuition
that had made her put on this 6 inches high-heeled shoes.
The long weavon she had
on her head caressed her back as she ascended the
stairs. She had on a tube
gown which naturally
should be a top.
The wine
coloured tube gown
started just from the top of her b----t to a few inches away from her
bums. She had drawn lots of stares as she
entered the hotel and she
hadn't paid them any
heed, except of course, those who seemed to have their pockets full.
She reached Room 207 and opened without knocking.
"Hello sexy" Chief Rammon breathed, taking in every line in her body.
Ronke did not give any response; instead, she sat forcefully on the
bed, pulling out the
shoes before they did any
real damage.
"Chief, I have told you times without number that I don't like meeting
you in a hotel.
Don't you like my house?" she spread her arms, disgusted, adjusting
her hair and massaging her feet. She had to endure pigs
like the pot-bellied fat ugly foöl standing in front of her salivating
just because she wanted to keep her finances in the balance.
She had become a s-x addict and now, it has become her business but
she would rather restrict it to young men of her age but finding
loaded young men these days seem to be a tedious
task. Old men however
were all over the place,
looking for people to spend their money on only for a couple of
minutes' pleasure.
"I am sorry my goddess.
Let's leave that for now, yeah?" he said rubbing
Ronke's laps. Ronke felt
the urge to throw up as she stared at the despicable man. She
considered standing up and just walking away but she re- evaluated the
money she would be receiving: two hundred thousand Naira.
She nodded internally. She couldn't just throw away such amount of
money. It would fill a space, help her fill up her sitting room bar
and also get some of the
tempting clothes she had seen two days ago. She
promised herself that this
would be the last time she does this. The five million naira on the
way should be able to help her set up a supermarket and live a perfect
life. **********
**********
Kelvin opened his eyes
weakly. All the images
before him danced gaily as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The
first thing that finally came into full view was the sparkling white
wall overhead. His throat felt thick, like he hadn't used it for days
and he felt boneless and weak.
He painfully turned his
stiff neck and what he saw made him know that he was actually in a
hospital. What the hell was he doing in a hospital? He lifted one
of his arms and saw the
needle inserted which
supplied drip. The door opened and a nurse entered.
Immediately she saw his movement, her
strides quickened. "Oh…
you are awake, thank God"
she sighed. "How are you
feeling sir?"
Kelvin stared at the face of the nurse, deciding that she is too
pretty to resign herself to cleaning blood and inserting injections
into
various colour of buttocks.
Her light-complexioned
skin glowed under the white uniform gown she had on.
The braid she made was
packed neatly behind,
leaving her stunning; more stunning that the regular mean-looking
witch nurses he was used to seeing.
The sigh of relief took his gaze to her lips and he
continued to stare at them, not really
knowing what to think.
"Sir" Nurse Catherine
called, jacking him out of his reverie. "I said; how are you feeling?"
He breathed, remembering that he was actually in a
hospital and that he had no idea how he landed here.
He closed his eyes painfully.
For a sick man, he should
not be fantasizing about a nurse; he cursed his
stupidity. "I feel weak" he
croaked out. Is that my
voice? He wondered.
"How did I get here?" he asked.
"You were hit by a car.
Relax, let me get the
doctor"
she said and was out of the room in a flash. Kelvin
found himself staring at
her departing figure, hoping that her back was as good as her front.
He cursed himself for the second time.
He could not remember
anything about being hit
by a car or anything related to it. The only thing in his brain was
white room, electronic gadgets beeping and a stunning nurse.
Kelvin mentally shook his
head. His life is already in
ruins. He wanted to stand
up and leave this bed that
made him feel like it was part of his body but the
drip in his hand would be
interrupted; he didn't even think that he would be able
to stand without falling.
A doctor and the pretty
nurse came into the room
and the doctor towered
over him with a faint
smile.
"I am happy you have finally come around sir" he said immediately,
checking his hand, eyes and the drip.
He said a few things to the nurse who jotted down, displaying her slim fingers.
'Get a hold of yourself
idiot' Kelvin rebuked himself, taking his eyes away from the nurse.
The first thing that his eyes saw was the
tag on the doctor's white
suit. 'Doctor Felix'. That
must be the name of the doctor, he thought.
For some strange reason, he continued to stare at the tag, thinking he
had seen it somewhere. Just then, his eyes caught the inscription on
the tag beneath the
name – 'BRH'.
Best Results…
"What" he yelled, causing
the doctor and the nurse
jump, frightened. "What is wrong sir?" the
doctor was checking
kelvin's temperature,
trying to fathom the reason for the exclamation.
"What am I doing here" he yelled, a bit lower than
before. He did not have as
much strength as he had
expected.
The nurse stared at Kelvin, thinking that something was definitely
wrong with him because he had asked that question before and
she had answered.
'You were involved in an-" the doctor was saying.
"No. I mean, what am I
doing in Best Results
Hospital?" he started at
the
gown of the nurse. If he hadn't been too
preoccupied with
nonsense, he would have
noticed the tag on the top of her b----t.
'Nurse Catherine'. Perfect name, he thought briefly.
The doctor looked at him,
not really knowing how to answer. "You were rushed here" he finally said.
Kelvin hoped it was not
totally bad, so he decided
to ask the determinant question. "Does Richard
know that I am here?" It is possible he does not, the hospital is very
big, he thought.
"You mean Mr. Branson" he asked smiling softly. "Of course he knows. He was
the one that treated you,
in fact, he is…" Kelvin blanched.
"He what?" he yelled.
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW
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