More than the bet

Part 9 --- The deal

Nothing in this world happens by chance --- Paulo Coelho

Continued...

I woke up to over ten missed calls from my mum and several messages. I had promised to bring Corra for assessment yesterday but I didn't. Matter of fact I didn't tell her anything after what happened. I called mum up and after several tantrums from her, she agreed to cancel her plans and see Corra today.
After getting ready, I was prepared to leave but as usual, Sharlette needed something from me.

"Remind me again why you are not a prostitute. I mean they do the same things you are doing. " I asked her as I dropped money on the dressing table. You see everytime we have sex with Sharlette, she always asks for something afterwards. Ooh, I need to buy this.. I need to buy that.. I feel as though she offers me sex in exchange for money. You don't give her money, she won't accept to have sex with you next time. It's not that I don't have money or that I don't want to support my girlfriend but what could be a better definition of a prostitute than that?

"You just have to feed what you eat dude and if that's a definition of  being a prostitute, then all girls are whores. I mean who accepts to have sex with a guy without asking for something? Is he your husband? Anyways that aside, what's wrong with you? "

" What do you mean?"

" You barely managed the normal shots we do and this morning you don't seem interested in the morning glory. No matter how busy your mornings are, you always woke me up for sex, but now you are already dressed. Honestly yesterday felt as though I am beginning to be a turn off."

I don't understand what you are saying."

"Come on Steve, you know what am saying. This is the worst sex we ever had. You always have the enthusiasm and energy but, yesterday was as if you were forcing yourself on me."

Everything Sharlette said was absolutely true but since I was in no mood for arguments or giving explanations, I left her house without saying a single word. I preferred not to talk about anything. I drove off and once I was outside her compound, I decided to call up Corra and speak to her.
I then realized I didn't have Corra's phone number. I tried calling up Grace but her phone was switched off. It was a weekend and I couldn't blame her, perhaps she wanted to spend quality time with her family. I decided to go straight to the office and check the files myself.  My trip all the way to the office was not futile, Corra's file was not in any of the offices. 

I was worried since I made a promise to mum and I couldn't afford to disappoint her. Calling up an agency meant it would take time perhaps until the weekend is over for them to find me a suitable girl. I therefore needed to find Corra ASAP.

I then remembered Sophia was her best friend, she was the one who took care of her at the hospital. I prayed her phone should not be switched off and thankfully it wasn't. After much persuasion, she gave me Corra's number. Unfortunately, her's too was switched off. What's with people switching off their phones on weekends. Does weekend mean no communication?

I called Sophia again and she gave me directions to her house on condition that I should not tell Corra she was the one who gave me. I thanked her and drove to the said location. On reaching there, I thought that I had been given the wrong address. This neighborhood looked quite expensive for a cleaner to stay. It's not that I was despising her, no, but the houses looked quite expensive compared to Corra's salary. Anyhow, that was none of my business.

I knocked on door and waited for a response. Instead of Corra, a strange lady opened the door. Wait this is door number 304, why is she one opening. Or maybe Sophia gave me the wrong door number. Before I could figure out what to do, the lady spoke.

"What a wonderful way to start the morning. The mighty and famous Steve has blessed us with his presence that too in our humble abode." So this was her house, then where does Corra stay?

"Uum, good morning, I was looking for someone but I guess I came to the wrong address."

Don't worry, I can help you find her Mr. Handsome. Am at your service, ask for anything and I'll help you find it.

Mr. Handsome... From how the lady spoke, it's like she knew me too well. I figured out I was a famous person and so it was not much of a surprise. However I was getting uncomfortable with her coming closer to me and even touching me. It was quite obvious what she wanted. On normal days I would have jumped to the opportunity but not today and maybe never..

"Am looking for a girl, Miss. Corra. I spoke trying to divert her attention. Suddenly her facial expressions changed to a scowl.

I was directed here by her best friend Sophia and I hope am not in the wrong address." It was as if she was disgusted with every word I said. I wondered if I had said something wrong.

"First of all, my name is Tunu, and I am the only best friend Corra has. Sophia is just her workmate and yes you are at the right address. Please come in.."

I was undecided on whether to go in or just wait for Corra to come out but out of courtesy I decided to go in. I sat at the chair closer to the door as I waited for her. I was convinced I was at the right house based on how everything was arranged. Her house was simple but attractive. I could feel her magical touch on how the house was designed.

"Tunu I heard you talking to someone. Who is it?"

It was Corra, she questioned as she came out of another room which I assumed was her bedroom.
Ooh Boy..
She was dressed in a small bicker short and an oversized shirt which virtually exposed more than I could imagine. Should I talk about her cute and sexy legs or perhaps her seductively brown thighs.. no.. maybe let me tell you how loaded her sitting gadgets are..
I would have told you more but since I am a gentleman I did something very respectable. I turned and focused on the opposite side.

Having noticed my presence, she quickly ran back. I assumed she had gone to change into something decent but if you ask me I would tell you she was a little bit late. Smiles covered my face as dirty ideas clouded my mind. Damn it, she had a nice ass. I mean Sharlette has a much more bigger behind but Corra's size was just so perfect. Don't ask me how I noticed all this although I was facing the opposite side, maybe I might never have the answer to that. I brought my attention back to reality when I felt someone caress my back. It was the same girl who had received me earlier.

"Tunu.. right" I asked for her name trying to buy sometime. I slowly removed her hand from my back and faked a smile.

"Ooh, that's so sweet. You actually remember my name." She spoke while making weird facial expressions. Honestly I  preferred to have millions of arguments with Corra than actually have one conversation with this girl. Everything about her was a total turn off.

To my relief, Corra came back. I have the conversation with her right away but for some reasons I felt nervous. Being close to her has introduced strange feelings in me that I never experienced before. I have felt nervous, not even when I wanted to talk to my parents but today I was. 

Since no words came out of my mouth I simply did what I had to do. I grabbed Corra's hand and pulled her outside. As stubborn as she was I expected her to resist but she obediently followed me like a child. I signalled her to enter the car and she accepted without a word. That was strange. Was she sick?

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