Subdued (18+)✔️ [A Nigerian Romance]

25~Unmasking

Why was Odogwu requesting she come see him just minutes before her shift was to end? Or had he changed his mind about letting her keep her job? Aria's mind kept reeling as she considered just why she was being summoned.

She knocked twice on his door before pushing it open and then she found him behind his desk, grinning like there was no tomorrow.

"Sir you sent for me," she said.

"Yes." He held up his meaty hand and glanced at his wristwatch. "I know your shift is almost over but what do you say to making a little bit of extra cash?"

"What? I don't understand sir."

"Someone is asking for a private dance from Ria, and he's paying well, better than before."

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "who? And you do know I'm not a dancer, it was just a one-time thing." Her mind already knew who it was but she needed confirmation.

"It's the same guy you danced for. I think you did an excellent job the last time and he's back for more. I wish he brought his friends too. They're such big spenders."

She'd called it and somehow she wasn't even surprised. Aria knew he'd pull something like this after she'd stood him up and was just waiting for everything to unfold. Truth be told, she'd been a little worried about the repercussions of her actions tonight but she'd weighed everything and picked her job. It was her job that she would fall back on after he decided he was done with her so she refused to feel any guilt about it. Maybe this would teach him to take his cues from her.

"Aria? Are you listening?" Odogwu called out and she shook her head to refocus. "I said you get one point three million naira for the dance. It's for two hours."

This man had a lot of money to throw away. If her share was that much, she could bet it that Odogwu's own was almost times two.

"Send my cut first. I'll go get changed," she said simply.

"He's in room one," he said and his wide smile followed her out of the office.

She changed into the lingerie set and wore her mask. By the time she was ready, she'd received the money. Aria quickly transferred a million naira to Oga Mike's account and left a text message saying she'd made a deposit. She couldn't believe the luck she was having recently. In a few months she could see herself being financially free and focusing on her dreams. What she'd envisioned would take years to clear off was finally being lifted from her shoulders. It was enough to steady her trembling fingers and strengthen her resolve.

No matter what happened, she'd make sure he didn't call off their agreement. The fact that he was here meant he really wanted it to work and she'd use that to her advantage.

She dabbed a few drops of perfume on her wrists, neck and cleavage before making her way to the private room. The music was already on when she got in and it was the same one she'd danced to the last time. She didn't know whether to be impressed that he'd remembered.

Kachi was seated in the exact same manner as last time, with his legs spread wide and his back pressed against the chair. This time he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and he looked more relaxed than before with a small smile playing on his lips. It had to be a ploy because there was no way he'd be calm after she stood him up. She remembered how pissy he'd been the last time and that was just because she'd said something he didn't like. Now that she actually fucked up, she knew he had to be roaring mad.

"Good evening," she greeted and he nodded in response. When it didn't seem like he'd say anything to her, she made her way to the stage.

Aria slowly took off her mask and flung it towards him before grabbing the pole. The light fabric fluttered to his feet and his gaze traveled with it to the floor and then back up to her exposed face. He still didn't react so she took it as a challenge. She'd let him know just what he would be missing if he decided to go back on their agreement.

This time her moves were slower and she kept her eyes on his. It was hard to maintain eye contact but she did and was mighty proud of herself. When she lowered the straps of her bra, his gaze didn't waver. The only tell that he'd noticed was the smile leaving his lips and they straightened into a thin line. She twirled, making sure her babies jiggled with her movement.

"Stop," he called out finally and she immediately came to a stop. There was that much power in his voice. "Come here."

She slowly made her way down the short flight of stairs and then towards him, all the while struggling not to cover her naked upper half. She came to a stop in front of him and although she tried, she couldn't meet his gaze.

"Put your clothes back on," he said simply.

"What?" Her eyes flew to his.

"You heard me and I won't repeat myself." His glare was hard now and it didn't seem like he'd relent so she tugged on the straps and fixed her clothing. "Get on your knees."

"What?"

"You're begining to sound like a broken record, Zariah. I know that your hearing is fine."

"Why?" she queried, her face tightening in a frown.

"I say when, where and how." His fingers went to his belt buckle and he began to undo it. "now's the time and this is the where. How? You're going to get on your knees and suck my dick."

She blinked a few times. "no."

He unzipped his pants before looking up at her. "what do you mean no? If you say no it means you're calling everything off. You either get on your knees or you get out."

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It's getting spicy!

Kachi's so hot right now but still so infuriating.

Would she get on her knees or get out? Thoughts and predictions anyone?

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