Anjola
I thought once things became worse, it could only get better. I thought life even was finally smiling at me. I actually thought that for once in my miserable life, something I set my eyes on would go well for me. I'm such an idiot. This cruel world ripped it out of my sight and ripped my eyes away too because I don't even know where to turn to again.

In that unknown gentleman's hand, I made myself comfortable and totally zeroed my mind. I was done with thinking about the future, I was done with trying to make things better, I was done with life itself. Whomever placed this curse on me did a pretty splendid job.

"Calm down, you'll be fine, I got you." He whispered quietly as we walked through the calm of the night to get to his car I supposed. Everybody that attended this party seemed to be rich and sophisticated.

"Why are you even trying to help me?" I said, loud enough for him to hear me. The gentleman didn't answer, he just kept us walking till we got to a red colored vehicle.

He put me down and thrust his hands into his pocket to look for something which I presumed; his keys.

He pressed the button and the lights of the car flashed twice to indicate that it was unlocked. "Come here, I'll help you." He held on to my arm to support me.

"Nahh, I'm fine. I can do it alone." I didn't want to seem like a weakling in front of my helper. It was enough that he assisted me during that embarrassing moment, he didn't need to see me like this again.

"I choose to help." He simply stated.

"Okay, fine." I allowed him guide me to the passengers seat and he helped me get it. He pointed at the seat belt and I quickly did it to avoid any awkward moments.

He got in and drove out of the compound without saying a word.

Up till today, I still don't understand what Governor Amosun is trying to achieve by breaking all the roads in kuto. At the end of the day, his tenure would expire and then this crazy traffic will continue. Politicians will really do anything just to secure the bag.

"So where exactly am I taking you to? Where his your home?" He finally took the opportunity of the delay to question me. I knew this was coming and I dreaded it ever since I strapped that seatbelt on.

"Well... It's kinda Erm..." His big round eyes stared at me and they seemed too innocent for somebody his age. I didn't feel tensed around him and I detected gold vibes as well.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell, I understand." He said quietly. The traffic was starting to move and I thanked God for that. I can't even deal with awkward conversations at the moment.

"So should I drop you off at a hotel?" He asked quietly and I nodded in affirmation. His voice was so calm that it made my ears tingle with excitement. It wasn't the normal sexy, manly gruff voice; it was cool and really beautiful.

Soon, we got to the gates to IBD hotel and of course, hotels weren't foreign to me. I've been here countless times before but it was really satisfying to know that some drunk sexhalolic wouldn't be pummelting me tonight.

What could be going through Korede's mind right now? He must be furious. He showed me love and all I did was betray him.

I'm an idiot.

A complete fool.

He must be drowning in his own tears right now.

I don't deserve anything.

Nothing at all.

"Are you alright?" My benefactor asked me as we passed the checkpoints. This people sef; sure we don't have weapons but can't we carry poison and just kill everyone there?

Holy cow, Anjola what are you thinking?

Bloody murderer.

"Yeah, I am." I quickly shove all my blood thirsty thoughts aside. Jesus is Lord! I made myself comfortable in this man's sleek car like a Bashan cow and I didn't even care to ask what his name was. It was so obvious that he was trying to respect my privacy and I admired that.

"Hey what's your name? I you don't mind me asking." I quickly add to remove every thought that I'm trying to pry.

"Jomiloju Olaoye." He answered me with a slight smile. He drove and spoke at the same time and this two actions, he did very effortlessly.

"I'm Anjola." I add.

"Nice to meet you Anjola; you're indeed very beautiful." On a normal day, a compliment from somebody like him would make me smile but I really wasn't feeling him, I even wanted to hiss. Ode you should've done it and the watch yourself spend the night under panseke bridge.

He parked his car in between two black SUV's and removed his seatbelt. I didn't move because I had the hunch he wanted to open the door for me.

"Come down, Angel." He instructed me calmly as he opened the door. Immediately I stepped out of the car, my face is greeted by a nice, cold breeze. I have always preferred having the windows down and sticking my face into the wind rather than freezing inside an air conditioner but then, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

"I said Anjola not Angel now." I corrected him as we walked into the hotel's reception.

"I chose to call you Angel, do you have a problem with that?"

"Oh no." I quickly told him. He was giving me somewhere to stay, if he wanted to, he could've called me water.

Without saying a word, he proceeded to the front desk to make payments while I busied myself with the old man and a young girl making out on knees of the reception sofas.

The fuck, I wanted to throw up.

I wanted to scream, to rip every single thing I was wearing off and scrub my body to rid it of the filth it has accumulated over the years.

I broke him... I broke hi... I felt my eyes getting glassy so quickly wiped it with my index finger and focused on the art in the reception instead. IBD hotel displayed baskets woven intricately to get you lost in them, everything screamed African and it even smell African.

"Hey I'm done with booking your hotel room, the receptionist would fill you in on the details now, goodbye." He didn't even give me a chance to thank him or to ask for his number, he ran through the automated doors immediately.

"So is he your boyfriend?" The fair skinned girl behind the desk asked me, an annoying smile laced on her purple lips.

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand what she was getting at; are receptionists now paid to ask personal questions?

"You heard me now, that hot Bobo just paid for everything and even gave me an envelope to give you." Everything about the girl just irked me. From her oddly purple lips to the way she batted her lashes are close intervals.

"Aunty, drink water and mind your business." I saw how hard she fought to suppress an eye roll as she handed me my keys and the infamous envelope.

"He even paid for the royal suite." She said quietly but just loud enough for me to hear as I walked away.

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I took a really long, hot bath then wrapped my body and head in some clean, white towels provided by the hotel since I had nothing to wear.

For the millionth time, tears found its way down my already sour eyes. I didn't mean to hurt you Korede... I didn't mean to lie... I didn't mean to keep it from you. I tortured myself with those thoughts over and over again. He was probably drowning in alcohol at that moment, beating himself over my betrayal.

I pulled the white duvet up to my nose as I turned the lights off with the switch above my bed. I betrayed him... A filthy whore... A slut... That's what I was.

My heavy heart traveled back home, back home to Saje. My own mother didn't care if I dropped dead and if I don't even have a mother, how stupid was I to think I could've had a lover. Oh Korede, my sexy, handsome Korede.

I couldn't take it anymore, the pain and anguish were killing me. What was he doing at this moment? Did he stay back at the party and continued drinking expensive wine with Ewatomi? Was he about to jump off a bridge? All these thoughts haunted me.

Who would even want to jump off a bridge for you? That brutally honest voice in my head reminded me.

You disgusting hoe.

Dumb bitch.

Over and over again, my subconscious mocked me.

But it wasn't my fault Korede, I didn't mean to become a sex worker. I wanted to tell him so desperately. I wanted to hug him tightly and soak his shirt with my tears, begging for his forgiveness.

Like a possessed human, I grabbed my phone from the little table by the bed and dialed his number with shaky fingers. Stupid, don't do it. The voice came again, and I quickly aborted the call.

It's now or never Anjola, call him!

Don't do it you idiot, he's going to reject you; you've already done enough harm.

No Anjola, strike while the iron is still hot, say you're sorry!

The battle continued over and over in my head and eventually, I decided to call him. With every ring, my heart thumped louder. First ring... Second ring...

"Dumb little bitch, Korede is done with you. Do yourself some good and stick to what you how to do best."

So he replaced me quickly, I guess all hope for us is really lost now.

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