"Madam," I jolted as I felt a slight nudge on my shoulder. "We are here, ma'am." The chauffeured uttered with a small smile.

Chai, I must have slept off. I nodded to him, getting down from the car to take a view of the sorroundings.

Omo mehn!

I was in Kamal Madaki's mansion, this was more than a house. It was  spacious and looked very modern, this wasn't your typical elongated houses like the ones at Lekki. I turned to my right whilst following the lead of the chauffeur and oh boy! The parking garages were filled with cars of different models but all were in colour black.

Was this guy allergic to colours?

Yup! Kamal was definitely a ritualist, nothing about this man surprised me anymore because who could own an insane amount of cars if not him?

"Right this way, ma'am," his chauffeur gestured his hand at the entrance, opening the huge door that stood in front of us.

I thanked him and with that, he left leaving me alone in the huge living room. My nose was hit with the scent of a woody smell, it smelled and looked cozy in here. I took my time admiring the well detailed modern interiors.

I saw Kamal in all his glory, he was claded in a tank top with a three-quarter shorts and a towel wrapped over his neck. He must have been pounding yam in the kitchen especially with how profusely he sweated. He had a buff body, so this was what he was hiding underneath those kaftans?

"Welcome to my humble abode." Kamal's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. 

Humble? Was this guy joking? Rich people and trying to minimize their wealth sha.

"This is no way near humble, Kamal and thanks for having me." I said as I walked up to him.

"I will take that as a compliment," he smiled, ushering me to have my seat. "Have your seat, please."

"You are such a gentleman but people have their eyes on me because of you." I said to him, finally taking my seat beside him.

My eyes roamed around the paintings and portraits hung on the walls. It must have been his daughter's art works, no kidding when I say this girl was talented.

Speaking of his daughter, I wondered if she wouldn't find out about us. I knew nothing about her and frankly speaking, I hoped it stayed that way.

"I like providing a comfortable life for the women I am with, Yeside." I shook my head slowly.

This man won't put me in trouble.

"Where's my pounded yam?" I requested, ignoring his response as not to unleash unwanted pick-up lines.

A soft laugh escaped his mouth. "You came at the right time, I will lead you to the dining table." he uttered leading me to where the dinning room was. "After you," he said helping to move out the table for me to sit.

I couldn't help but take a look around again, the dinning room looked so majestic. Whoever came up with these interior designs were up on their game, he had eyes for beautiful things.

I chuckled at him fidgeting after offering me a seat, "Thank you." He nodded his head in reply with a wide smile.

"Here I made three soups; egusi soup, ogbono soup and okro soup. Pick whichever one you like," he uttered pointing at the bowls he dished the soups in.

The aroma of each of the soups jabbed my nostrils, it had a rich scent.

Three soups all for me?

"You made all these?"

"I prepared them the evening before, I'm sure you will like the pounded," he responded, serving me a wrap of pounded yam into my plate. "What soup would you like with it?"

"I will try out all three."

And so it began, he served a spoonful of the soup into my plate as we both sat in the dinning table, digging into our food. As the inviting got into my mouth, I couldn't help but moan. This bobo was a great cook mehn! Usually men like Kamal would have chefs to prepare food like this, he was full of wonders.

We talked about how learnt to cook from his mother and how his mother made sure his sister and him weren't absent from the kitchen whenever she cooked. After the nutritious meal we had, we sat over staring at each other.

"You love staring." I said to him with a smile.

"I am observant and I know what you need."

"Really? What do you think I need?" I asked with one of my eyebrows raised in a questionable expression.

"Come on, you know what I am talking about."

"If it's about the sugar-"

"I am willing to take full responsibility but are you sure you are in on this with me?"

I stopped to glance at him. "Why do you want this too?"

"I have an insufferable mother who wants me with a woman and you need someone with money."

He was right. I needed help with bastard money to fund my fashion brand and to renovate my studio. Aunty Sholly had entrusted that space into my hands and I would be ungrateful if I watched it go down the drain. This could be my only chance abeg.

I started with a heavy a sigh. "Like I said, I want in." I said in a low voice not willing to look him in the eyes. This time, he looked intimidating.

"And your boyfriend?"

"It doesn't matter any longer, he got a woman pregnant." I replied almost in a whisper, remembering the bitter memory of how things went at Tunde's house.

I could feel Kamal's sympathy stare at me, I didn't want that look infact I hated such look.

"I am sorry, do you think now will be the right time?" he got closer to me with a concerned look on his face.

"What do you mean? You brought this up in the first place or are you trying to back off?" I shot at him in frustration.

"Yeside, not that. I am saying, you are in a vulnerable state are you willing to be prepare yourself for this?"

"I am fine, Kamal. When do we start?"

"We have agreed but I need you to know that there are terms we will be running-" his ringing phone erupted loudly. I watched as he looked at the screen tapping it with a smile as he moved to where I wouldn't be seen.

"Papa!" I heard the voice beam.

That must be his daughter.

"My Ebony Angel, you do realise I have an important meeting today?"

This guy! Is pounding yam with cooking different soups for a woman important meeting?

"Ugh you are at home Papa, since when do you hold meetings at home?"

Omo make dis girl no dey suspect o.

"Well now I do and what do you want?" he smiled at her through the phone.

"I called to inform you that I'm in Italy and don't be mad at me please," she said with a pleading voice. She was so cute.

"What? I will get back to you after my meeting. This isn't over, Princess."

I could tell he was different when he transformed into his fatherly tone.

"Papa, I'm safe and there are no boys here well expect for the sachet of condoms Aunty Jumai put in my bag but-"

Immediately I heard that, I choked on my juice finding space to catch my breath whilst I coughed loudly as his eyes moved to me in panic. This girl and her aunt were something else. Not like I frowned against contraceptives, it was only a shocker to me that a Nigerian aunt would pack condoms for her niece.

"Jamila..." he called.

"Who is that?"

"No one, my client has a terrible cough." He lied smoothly.

"Hm..." she said over the phone not sounding like she was convinced. "If you say so but Papa, I had no idea she was going to put condom in my bag."

"Enough already, Nenpinmwa. We will get back to this later, you have a great trip."

"Alright, Papa. Bye!" she replied ending the call immediately.

He shook his head slowly with his hands in akimbo and moved towards me.

"Sorry I did that, it was too difficult to take in."  I said to him.

"I am sorry you had to hear that too."

"No worries, she is adorable."

"Adorable you say? That girl once threatened to dump me in an old age home because I couldn't give her money," he spoke with a frown on his face causing me to burst in laughter.

"Let her bill you, you work hard just for her na."

"True and that includes you too," he took my hand in his about to lead me to hell knew where.

"Farabale, let's clear the plates first."

"You just live it here, I will clear them out later."

"Come to think of it, aren't you meant to have maids and all that?" I asked him.

"I gave them a day off."

"You don't want them to hear us?"

Nobody should fight me o but it was clear he was embarrassed of me.

"It's not that way, I just needed a private time with you so shall we?" he gestured his hands leading me to wherever we were going in the house.

"There will be nothing dramatic, we just talk about our needs with the new status of our relationship."

Hian! Status of our relationship huh?

"Are we meant to have... you know... sex?" I let out as a whisper.

"I don't know if you don't want to."

"Do you want to?" I asked this time, halting him from walking further.

He shrugged. "I do but this will only come with physical involvement not emotionally. No strings attached."

"No strings attached with condoms and we will take tests every six months," I stated to him with a stern voice.

What? As long as it was a good fucking, me I don't care o. Nobody should judge me abeg, my needs needed to be met.

"That is fine by me. You will come with me on business occasions and family functions only on important events."

My eyes bulged in shock. "Kamal do you want a fake girlfriend or sugar baby? I can't be out there. Our worlds are different."

"Fine! Only at family functions."

"I can do with that." I gave him a little smile.

As long as his family weren't a threat, I don't think going with him on family functions will be bad.

"Expect that you will accompany me to some of my travels, it gives you the opportunity to explore new places too." I felt butterflies in my stomach.

This guy was so thoughtful, I have never been outside of Nigeria. Being his sugar baby was so going to be fun!

"Costs and everything are on me of course and as for your allowance, you will get ten million naira monthly," he said unflinched

Somebody wake me up! Ten million what? This wasn't annually, this was monthly. This was definitely a dream.

"Kamal, ten million naira?" I let out in shock.

"What? Is it little for you? I can increase-"

"Please, no. The ten million is enough," I cut him off hastily with a nervous laugh.

"Alright, I will ensure the media never know of us. I barely take interviews and I keep a private life as it is dear to me so you don't have to fret."

"That's absolutely fine by me." I replied.

Soon, he lead me to the lounge room with my hand still entwined in his. I won't lie, his touch sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but be in awe as we got in, it felt very cozy and a chill place to relax in and watch the nature from the huge glass door.

"I am glad I was able to convince you that Pounded yam tastes better Amala," he voiced as we sat beside each other.

"Not so fast now, I still stand on my point." I hit him on the chest jestfully earning him to laugh.

If there was anything we had in common, we stared alot. Our eyes met with each other again as we were now silent from our laughter.

"I hope you had a good time," he uttered lowly.

I did not why but I could feel my heart palpitating. There was a tension between and I knew we were either going to end up being messy here.

"Ehm... I did." I replied averting my eyes to my fiddling fingers.

"Hm, look at me nau," it sounded as though he was pleading, his index finger taking my chin slowly into his eyes.

No doubt this guy was sent to me by the devil, it was obvious he wanted to shafted my pant and I won't let him.

"Are we starting now with the sugar thing?" I asked shyly.

"I don't like wasting time," he said moving more close to me than usual with his hands now finding its way into my underwear.

This guy was an ashewo.

"Kamal," I moaned out as his fingers rubbed through my pubic hair.

"Look at me." He ordered, his voice now sounding stern and authorative. I looked at me and he knew I was at his mercy now. Rolling my eyes in pleasure as he probed further onto my clit, I jerked a bit gripping his arm.

This man was making me lose my mind. Damn!

"Say you want me," he whispered softly into my ear whilst I moaned.

I couldn't find myself saying it, I was lost in the pleasurable haven he sent me to whilst I stared at me with my mouth hung open.

"I can't hear you, baby?"

"I want you, Kamal," I finally got the chance to mutter admist pleasure.  He continued his torture with rubbing my clit. This time, I held him by his hand directing his finger into me. "Please." I begged.

He sticked two of his in me slowly. My goodness never has a man ever given me such immense pleasure, not even that fraud, Tunde. He began quickening his pace, earning me to scream his name aloud.

"God, you have beautiful eyes," he whispered softly again with his eyes pierced into mine.

"Oh, fuck!" I gripped his muscled shoulder begging for him to stick his five fingers into me. My mouth still opened muttering words incoherently.

I could feel my phone vibrating from the pocket of my skirt, I urged him on to continue as I didn't care who on earth was calling. My phone rang the several times again and felt Kamal removed his finger out of me.

Fuck whoever was calling!

"Pick it up, baby." He said.

Shit! I was at the verge of orgasm for heavens sake.

I groaned in frustration, picking up the call without hesitation not bothering to check who was calling.

"What?"

"Hello? Yeside, are you there?" Emem said with a shaking voice, causing me to put down my skirt properly.

"Emem, what's going on?"

"You have to come. It's Mariya, she's in the hospital."

"What!? Where? How?" I yelled arose from the sofa, trying to process the news.

"We are at Light Hope Hospital, please come to us. Mariya is in a devastating state, please." Emem cried further.

"Fuck!"