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|Jadesola|
Monday, June 14th, 2021
WHAT DID one wear to meet an enemy? Especially when that said enemy was a male?
A very short clingy gown.
Satisfied, I slid my eyes---eyes that burned with fire and brimstone-- to the image before me. Drop dead gorgeous was the woman reflected in the mirror. A fucking temptress.
"It's time someone dealt with that ass, Jadesola. You've got this," I spoke as I flashed a charming grin at my image, white even teeth glinting, buckling myself up for the task at hand.
Yesterday night, I'd finally decided to accept the man's money after much persuasion on Chloe and my mom's part.
I'd spent the better part of my sleeping time browsing on Kian, eager to glean whatever information I could from the Internet and my research hadn't been without success. I had found out that he was a certified player, a ladies man who couldn't resist the soft arousing touch of a woman. Needless to say, I'd honed onto his weakness. Such men like Kian were easy prey to wily predators like me and to disarm him, I had armed myself to the teeth, clad in virtually nothing.
For a brief moment, I thought of ditching the gown and shimmying on a simple skirt and blouse. But, just as Tiwa sang in Koroba, me, I no come this life to suffer. My casino was at stake.
The thought evaporated, like a whiff of smoke. I had to wear this. Needed to wear this. Like the forbidden red apple, my sole aim was to tempt him, to offer him a taste of what he couldn't have for he was only going to look. But not touch. Never touch.
Content with my sultry ensemble, I veered to the side of my room to fetch a pastel mink fur coat. Then I shrugged on the coat, buttoning it and clutched my red Dior leather handbag.
It was time.
Swiping one last look at my neat, uncluttered bedroom, to be sure that everything was in order, I breezed through the living room and made my way down the stairs of my apartment and into the car.
Thirty minutes later, I arrived at my destination, parking the car by the cubicle. A foot out and another foot out, I stood in front of the great Fields' empire, the sun peeking from behind the steel giant.
In sheer wonder, I raised my head, my eyes flared wide as I took in the building.
The Fields enterprise was of intimidating breadth and length, the intricate mesh of solid metal and glass appearing like a harsh forbidding fortress. There was no doubt it had a master, a wicked Lord who desired to conquer all and sundry, situated within its yawning depths. A Lord that I was about to clash head on with.
This is it, Jade.
I puffed my cheeks out, then tightened my hold on my handbag. My spine stiffened in determination and undeterred resolve, I swept past the revolving doors and strode through the gilded hall, the floor beneath me covered in a mosiac of white terrazzo. Sofas and tiny tables littered the cavernous space, few visitors perched on the sofa, whiling away the time until they were attended to.
I pinned my gaze forward into the distance. Ahead, were three receptionists who occupied the front desks, all wreathed in pretty smiles, their hair packed in a tight bun. I chose the first lady in the row.
"Good morning Ma'am and welcome to Fields' enterprises," the red-haired receptionist greeted, smiling warmly. She was dressed in an immaculate white blouse, same as her colleagues. "How may I help you?"
YOU ARE READING
On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
