TINU'S TALE - PART TWO

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Chibuzor whispered into my ear.

“Oh no! Not you again.” I grumbled as I sat up and saw him sitting on my desk.

“Please leave my office, I’m trying to work.” I said yawning, as I laid my head back on the desk to continue sleeping. He gave out a sarcastic laugh.

“Are you working or sleeping? Don’t forget I’m your supervisor. If you keep up this way, then I’d be forced to write you a query and then ask management to demote you since you’re starting to act like the job is too big for you to handle”.

I sat back up immediately. “Excuse me Mr Supervisor! Last I remember, this is my office and whatever I decide to do in it isn’t your business or anybody’s. And I would want to believe that in your report to management, you’d explain in detail how you pounced on an innocent woman and defiled her in her office”.

“Defile? How about the word consensual or voluntary. I saw in you a weak woman, who was sex starved and loveless and I offered to help out of free will. Now if she were being defiled she would have shouted… No? Wouldn’t have been dripping wet too and most definitely wouldn’t be moaning. After I kissed you I could that you wanted me, no, you needed me and I acted accordingly. Madam, you really don’t have an argument here.”

“Don’t you feel any form of remorse? I’m a married woman; married to one of your best friends for Gods sake and you sit there and talk to me like I’m a play toy? Oh Jesus what have I brought upon myself?” I started crying.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Enough of the theatricals please. Why are you crying? You didn’t enjoy it or you’d have wanted us to do it somewhere else or you’d have rather I used a condom?

“You are a pathetic good for nothing son of a dog, how dare you talk to me like that? You do something this awful thing to me; something I’d never want a third party hear about and all you do is make a joke out of it? Get out of my office this minute before I do something far worse to you. Get the hell out of my office.” I yelled out at him.

“Calm down darling I know how you feel, I totally do. It’s normal for you to cry, be angry and rant; its all part of the denial phase. Until you accept that this is what you want, and then you’d come around and…” he had gotten up from the desk and was now standing in front of me. He held me close to him again, not minding that anybody could see us through the transparent doors. And as he tried to kiss me, I bit his lip and landed a deafening slap on his face. He looked startled, I think mortified clearly explains the look he had on because he definitely wasn’t expecting that type of reaction from me. He adjusted his suit and tie and made way to the door and as he held out, he looked back at me with a smirk “you’d come around, you’d come around” and then he jammed the door. I looked around and was relieved to see that nobody had witnessed what had just happened.

I felt it was over, I felt like I had defeated this evil and in my head I had popped a dozen bottles of champagne in celebration. I didn’t do much again that day at work as I drifted between sadness and excitement – but more of excitement – and at the close of work I headed home to prepare dinner for my husband. Out of nowhere I started to miss my husband, I felt like a high school girl that had just fallen in love. The thought of going home and spending the night in his arms filled my belly with butterflies. On my way, I stopped at the market and bought fresh fish, some vegetable and yam flour to prepare my husbands favourite meal of amala and efo riro.

I got home to find his car in the garage, which was strange as he’s never home early. Anyway, I made way into the house; Sesan ran up to me and gave me a big hug – I feel very bad saying that up to that time, I hadn’t seen my son in two days and we lived in the same house. The housemaid came out of the kitchen and took the foodstuffs in while I played with Sesan for a bit before going to the room to freshen up.

“Where is your daddy?” I enquired.

“He is in the room”. He replied with his beautiful soft voice. I walked into the room to find Shola in his towel doing some sit-ups.

How come you’re back early? He teased.

“How come you’re back early too? I replied.

“Well I’ve missed my wife a lot and I don’t like what this new job of hers is doing to our marriage, so I decided to come home early to make dinner for us before you get back and I got a movie we could watch after dinner too”

“Awwww that’s so sweet and thoughtful of you. I’m sorry I haven’t really been there these past few days. Don’t worry I’d make it up to you daddy. And you wont also believe that on my way home, I stopped by at the market to pick up a few things to make you amala and efo.”

“Really? In that case I’d suggest we eat out tonight. Catch up over some unknown continental dish and champagne. What do you think?”

“That’d be great. But what about Sesan?”

“We can always take him to the amusement park”. We both laughed.

He took me to the Golden Gate Restaurant in Ikoyi to dine and while having appetizers, the worst that could have happened, happened. Chibuzor walked in and headed straight in our direction. I almost threw the soup in my mouth out. What the hell is he doing here? Jesus Christ! Can rapture just happen? I was trying to dock and also shield Shola from his view, but he had already walked to our table.

“Chi Chi my man how you dey? Good to see you man.”

“Sholly shols I dey o…how work na and how’s the family?”

“We thank God o, everything is going on fine”.

“Shola, Tinu please meet Fatima - my girlfriend”.

“ Chi Chi, finally? Oh we thank God. Nice to meet you Fatima”.

Great! So the bastard has a girlfriend? Why is she so tall? See all the make up she has on, see her short dress too, I’m sure if I look very close I’d see her vagina. She definitely is a whore or an escort.

“Nice to meet you Fatima.” I grudgingly said with a fake smile as I shook her hand.

“Err…would you please join us for dinner, if you don’t mind”. I almost went berserk when Shola asked them to join us and even almost spilled my glass of wine on Fatima when Chibuzor obliged to Shola’s offer. I mean I thought it was a night for both of us to unwind and relax but now we had unwanted guests.

Before they came to disrupt what was supposed to be a memorable night, I was sitting just across the table from Shola. Chibuzor took the seat beside me, while Fatima sat next to Shola. Dinner was going on fine and we were having wonderful conversations and I must say I was very surprised to find out how knowledgeable and well spoken Fatima was after I had written her off; until I felt Chibuzor’s hand on my thighs. My first instinct was to grab the bottle of wine and break it on his head, but I instead I took a deep breath and moved his hand away. He didn’t stop at that. He kept doing it until he forced his hand deep between my thighs to my crotch less underwear. I moaned softly and gasped for breath for about thirty seconds.

It was heavenly, but wrong.

One part of me was ecstatic and sexually driven by this act; another part of me wanted none of the action. From that time till when we were set to leave, his left hand dwelt in between my legs and it felt good. Shola would never try to be inappropriate with me not even when we are behind closed doors, but Chibuzor gave this whole sex thing a new feel. I hated that I had cheated on my husband and I hated it more that it was with his best friend. I was disgusted by Chibuzor’s lack of shame and emotional empathy especially the fact that he had a woman at the table and was unperturbed by her presence while he aroused me, but I also would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t starting to get caught up in his web.

I got home that night feeling all kinds of emotions. Earlier in the day all I wanted was to be in the arms of my husband and make love to him and just talk till late at night, but as I lay there in bed and watched Shola pound me with all the energy he had, all I could think of was Chibuzor.

He definitely wasn’t joking when he said I’d come around.

Days passed, weeks passed and Chibuzor didn’t say anything to me or try to get physical with me after what happened at the dinner table. He started frequenting our house on weekends to watch football matches with Shola in the company of Fatima. I started getting uncomfortable; more like jealous. I’d make passes at him at work; send him text messages and sometimes emails – he wouldn’t respond to any.

Then one day I was at work till late, waiting for the traffic on the high way to ease up before hitting the road when thoughts of our last sexual encounter came into my head. I looked at the desk and tried to reproduce the images when I got aroused. I raised up my skirt and started masturbating and then I remembered I saw Chibuzor walking down the hall way. So I grabbed my phone and took pictures of my breasts and vagina and sent it to him with the caption “COME TO MY OFFICE NOW”. He appeared in my office before I even deleted the pictures off my phone and dropped it back on the table. It was just us in the whole building asides the security personnel who were outside. We did it on the desk, floor, on my chair…everywhere in the office. And while we dressed up after committing what seemed like a necessary evil, his phone almost fell out of his pocket so he took it out and placed it on the table when he noticed that he had mistakenly dialled Shola’s number and the call lasted about twenty minutes.

Going home that day seemed like judgement day for me so I turned off my phones and went on to sleep over at Chibuzors.