"Guy, are you sure this girl is coming?" Dayo asked Femi for the upteenth time, staring at his apple watch.

It was past twelve am and Tomiwa was nowhere to be found. He had even sent an anonymous present through a delivery guy that morning just to convince her to show up. He sadly accepted the fact that she wouldn't show up if she knew he was the one inviting her plus, he had to go through dozens of her TikTok videos to come up with what he would use to appease her.

Didn't she get the parcel?

Or did he get the wrong order delivered?

Or did she not fantasize over the necklace anymore?

What if something was wrong somewhere?

"Dayo, abeg help me track her location. I have a feeling that something's wrong somewhere." Femi requested, pacing the well decorated balcony.

"Or maybe she stood you up on purpose." Dayo pulled his phone from his right pocket and began scrolling through his contacts.

At that point, he was getting rather impatient. "Are you helping me or not?"

"Chill out bro. I'm on it."

Dayo was a top ranking official at the National Intelligence Service and tasks like tracking someone's location were like a piece of cake to him.

Femi wasn't patient enough to allow Dayo get into the car before he drove off. He tried to come up with possible reasons why Tomiwa would be at a club when she should be on a date. With him.

The club was not as full as the usual ones he knew. There were hardly any teenagers, just a bunch of horny adults satisfying their ungodly urges. Loud sensual music, coloured lights, strong drinks and the pungent smell of different flavours of shisha were at their peak.

Femi cringed at the sight of an almost albino lady gulping down the penis of some dark skinned dude.

My days! Some women are just so shameless.

He shook his head, averting his gaze elsewhere, the worst of all because his eyes came in contact with the person he hated the most at the moment.

"If it isn't the Femi Coker himself...." Tobe taunted and Femi gritted his teeth in annoyance. He knew what the bastard was looking for and he would not indulge him. At least, until he found the reason why he came to the club in the first place.

"It is he and he would appreciate if you could pretend like you never saw him and mind your damn business." One could see that he was struggling so hard not to rip off the mouth of his offender.

"As long as he doesn't interfere in my business either."

Femi scoffed, "Like I care?"

He walked off almost immediately, using his eyes to scan the club for Tomiwa. He walked further towards the private lounges and looked around again. For some weird reason this part of the club was clustered with sweaty bodies, dancing and grinding against each other.

Then he saw her.

She walked into a private lounge with an unknown male following closely behind her.

Femi strained his eyes again trying to see whether she was really the one he saw or his eyes were deceiving him. But the door was shut and he couldn't confirm. He shook his head severally.

It had to be the latter because Tomiwa wouldn't do that. She was a very responsible young lady.

He turned and began walking away from the scene but paused on a second thought.

What if it was one of her friends and they just went there to catch up?

He laughed at the silly excuse he was trying to come up with. The major use of these private lounges was intercourse and he knew that. Two things were involved, either he goes to confirm if it was actually Tomiwa or he walks away.

He turned back in a hurry and walked towards the private lounge when he saw Tobe forcing himself through the crowd just to get through. He followed suit and in no time they clashed in front of the door.

Surprised Tobe turned and glared at him. "I thought we agreed not to meddle in each other's affairs?"

Femi replied him with the same stern but hush tone, "Iretomiwa's affair is my affair. Deal with it."

"Are you...." The loud moans coming from the room filled their ears and Femi could feel the muscles around his hair follicles contract.

It was definitely Iretomiwa!

One moment he was standing outside the door and the next he was staring at the almost naked body of his supposed wife-to-be, bouncing on another man's dick. He had no idea how he got in there but he definitely knew it would've been better for his sanity if he had just walked away and came up with excuses to delude himself.

"Iretomiwa..... You?"

His shaky hands wouldn't let him pull her away and his voice was a lost cause. It had disappeared together with his happiness.

Tomiwa froze just before the point she could explode into her world of fantasies. She gritted her teeth at their perfect timing. Just when she was about to let out her frustrations, they appeared like agonists of frustration.

Funny enough, she only felt shy that they had gotten a free full view of her ass with no feeling of regret or remorse for doing what she was doing.

Tobe found her panties and underwear laying carelessly on the floor and flung it on her body.

"Dress up."

He found motionless Femi and pulled him out of the room to give her space to finish up and put on her clothes ignoring his attempts to resist leaving the room.

Minutes later, the stranger dude walked out of the room with a satisfied smile on his face that Femi felt like slapping off. He couldn't believe a random guy just gained free and easy access to the warmth he had been fantasizing about for years.

Tomiwa stepped out of the room, fully dressed and looking as stunning as ever with a deceitful pair of innocent eyes. If someone told you what she was doing some minutes ago, you would have agreed that the person was definitely crazy.

That was the same reason why Femi's anger just vanished into thin air when their eyes met. She made him weak to the knees.

He made move to grab her hand but Tobe was faster.

Tomiwa glanced between the two men. She honestly didn't even know what she was supposed to say to clear the atmosphere that was heavy on awkwardness.

"Let's go." Tobe's voice didn't sound like he was leaving any chance for arguments so she obediently turned and followed him.

Femi lost it. Couldn't she see that this Tobe guy was up to no good? He was the only one who cared about her for crying out loud. The persistent calls from a 'private number' got him even more pissed.

Can this Femi addiction girl just leave me alone? She should know when to fuck off for crying out loud.

"Iretomiwa what are you doing?" Femi's voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"I should be asking you that." She fired back and Femi also lost his ability to breathe. "Why am I bumping into you everywhere? Are you stalking me? Or didn't I make it clear that I don't want to be around you?"

"But I deserve a chance too, Iretomiwa. You should at least give me a chance to prove that I'm not as bad as you think. I desperately, no, my company desperately needs this contract too."

"I hav........."

Tobe didn't allow Tomiwa to speak before interrupting. "Femi Coker, you've lost. Deal with it."

Femi scoffed. He couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it and with the last ounce of pride he had, he turned and walked away.

Tomiwa's conscience cautioned her as she stared at his retreating figure. Maybe she went too far with the attitude this time around. She sighed, rubbing her right eye which became itchy all of a sudden.

But he was just too nosy for her liking. If only he could just mind his business and stay out of her life, they might one day become civil with each other.

"Can we fucking leave this place?" She had completely forgotten that someone was waiting for her and by the tone of his voice, he didn't seem pleased at all. She passed him an apologetic look and walked behind him like a lamb being taken to the slaughter.

No. He didn't take her home. He took her to his mansion.

The jaw dropping sight almost made her forget the most important thing.

Her dad.

He would definitely kill her.

Once Tobe parked the car in the parking space containing his other expensive fleets of cars, Tomiwa grabbed her mini bag from the back seat. She pulled out her phone in such a hurry that it fell under Tobe's seat from behind.

She stretched her hand to retrieve it but Tobe stopped her with a hand firmly gripping her shoulder.

"If I were you, I would calm down."

She took in deep breaths to calm her dancing heart down.

Meanwhile Tobe left his seat and made a U-turn to hers. He pulled the door open and watched her take fearful steps down.

"Let's go in."

Tomiwa hesitated, pointing to the area where her phone fell. "But my......"

"I informed your dad already, woman. You should know better than to annoy me further. Just simply do as I say and go wash off all that filth from your body. You stink."

Tomiwa felt the weight of his words on her chest. As much as she tried to swallow it like it was nothing, the pain she felt in her heart never disappeared. It was at that moment she felt ashamed of what she did. It had to be the alcohol giving her all that confidence back there at the club.

"Brother Tobe...." A girl that looked fifteen squealed, running into his arms just as he stepped into the building. She paused when she saw Tomiwa walking inside with caution like there was some wild animal in the house.

Her eyes widened in recognition. "Brother Tobe, so you finally meet your cr........."

"CHIZZY!" Tobe shouted, scaring the two ladies. They goggled at him in silence. He cleared his throat, "Chizzy, take her to the guest room."

Chizzy nodded and motioned for Tomiwa to come with her.

"And..... Make sure you don't touch her. Like no body contact with her is allowed until she's clean." He added, shooting a glare Tomiwa's way before walking up the stairs.

The shower was a long one. Tomiwa kept scrubbing her body multiple times to get rid of the filth she couldn't see. The tears in her eyes wouldn't stop flowing. It made her wonder if that was how happy her married life was going to be.

Her phone dinged with a message from Tobe.

I won't tolerate it anymore if I meet you fucking another dude like a sex-craving whore. We'll be married soon and If you want sex, you know where to find me.

She muffled the screams that were threatening to still out from her lips. She resumed scrubbing her body even harder than before, her heart squeezing painfully in her chest.

At that moment she hated herself, her life and Tobenna Chukwudozie.

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So you guys, I don't know how it's gon be sha but I'll try and conclude this book before the year runs out.

Happy new month in advance 🎉🎉🎉

And.....

Thanks for the 300+ reads. Oya oo let's get to 400🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉