Red Lace

Chapter 26

ADAEGO IBRAHIM ABIOLA

We are mid strokes; I am screaming, holding on tightly to the bedsheets as my orgasm nears. It has been a while since the last time someone did me this good. Not to say my husband doesn't but he will never compare to a DM because they train DMs to hit it exactly how you want or need it. Also, their embedded beads make the experience ten times better than any ring ever would. A door opening disturbs our moment, he stops and we both turn to look at the door only to find my husband walking in. I give him a side smile with a wink as his face turns navy with anger. This one gets off of me with panic and fear of what is about to happen.

"Master," He says getting off the bed and me hurriedly hiding his cxck. I just stare at my husband waiting for him to go off.

"Get out!" Ike screams at the poor guy. He picks up his clothes and runs out like a little coward. I roll my eyes and get off the bed.

"You don't respect me do you?" He says marching towards me, i pick up a robe on the floor and wear it but do not tie it.

"Respect you? I could have continued with him even with you standing by that door but I let him go. Don't tell me about respect." I say calmly.

"On our bed Adaego!" He yells, I chuckle.

"Technically it's the hotel's bed and bedsheets. Also, why are you even mad right now? Were you not the one that said something about us having lives before this marriage?" I ask him and walk over to him standing in front of him. "I did not do anything you haven't been doing, honey." He grabs me by my neck as I am about to walk away. "Do it. Lu mi (Hit me)!" I say with a conniving, provocative smile. He looks at me and squeezes making it almost hard to breathe, "Lu Mi!" I provoke him and he drops his hand. I don't dare give him the satisfaction of rubbing my neck in his presence even though it hurts like hell. My pride won't let me.

"You are a whxre! I have never brought her here or anywhere near you out of respect for you and our marriage!" Ike says angrily.

"Your respect sounds a little subjective don't you think? Your respect only benefits you and not the other party in this marriage with you. Ike, my love, you started this. This is the marriage you wanted. Didn't you tell me that our marriage was nothing but a transaction? Well then, let it continue being so." I say and turn on my heels feeling proud. Nobody messes with Adaego! I am my father's daughter through and through and I will be respected.

"I will let your father know of this!" He threatens, and I laugh.

"Please, abeg! Let him also know about your outside activities," I turn to him and face him, "Let him know that you said our marriage was a business transaction and that you had a life before me to which you are still living. Ike this is the marriage you told me we would have from hereon, I am merely playing my part in it. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go finish because you disturbed us before I could reach an orgasm."

OLAYEMI IBRAHIM

"Come in," I say to him as I step aside to welcome him in. It's Okoye's son. He called me about a few minutes ago asking to see me because he couldn't reach his father. My wife is in the shower while he and I meet in the lounge area of our booked hotel room. I do not like being booked in a hotel that has all the other elders, those people are a headache.

"What is this about?" I ask him gesturing that he can sit on the couch and he does.

"Father asked that I pursue the sister of that girl that was a slave and was recently released this year," He says, "Khaya's other daughter, Ntando." He reports.

"And what did you gain out of this Ntando?" I ask him.

"Her sister might be behind the killings of the masters," He reports. I sit back and cork an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue and prove his allegations. "Ntando mentioned how she borrowed her sister's jacket and she found a couple of rings that look like mine, Master" he explains and I find myself smiling. Now Khaya cannot fault me for waging war against him.