IZIGORA

Chapter 2

The phone rang for the fourth time but the tall dark-skinned man on the large bed with red velvet sheets ignored it. He continued to kiss the woman beneath him as he moved against her. With one last thrust, he sighed deeply and rolled off the woman beneath him. He slid off the bed and headed for the adjoining bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts.

He strutted to a drawer by the bed and, ignoring the temptation to lose himself once more between the thighs of the naked woman who remained on her back on the bed, he took out a bundle of crisp one thousand notes which he tossed at his lover.

'Get dressed,' he told Mmachi. 'And get out.'

He stood in front of a large mirror looking at his reflection while pulling at the skin on the abdomen. Mmachi knew for a fact that he visited the gym regularly and even had some gym equipment in the house. Those thick muscles on his arms reminded her of all those wrestlers on WWE.

She didn't bother wasting a glare on the man who always had the power to effortlessly steal her breath away no matter how many times she saw him. She pulled her gaze from his reflection on the mirror, tempted to walk over to him and run her fingers over his perfect abs.

Kainyechukwuekene Aku-Chidike.

Late forties, powerfully built and with a face that haunted the hottest dreams of numerous women – from his close-cropped hair, thick but well arched eyebrows to his dark brown eyes which took up a darker shade when in the throes of passion; eyes a woman could drown in and which at times seemed to bore a hole right into your soul so that it was difficult to keep a secret from him. His long lashes looked like mascara had been applied to them; his strong, well defined cheekbones, neatly trimmed beard and chiselled jaw all combined to make his face unforgettable.

He rarely smiled but when he did, you had the privilege of seeing a pair of teeth that would fit perfectly into an advertisement for a brand of toothpaste and definitely boost sales. His neck was thickly built and led the way to his perfect athletic torso strengthened by years of disciplined exercise and lifting weights.

And then there was the lean hips that heralded endless legs he had inherited from his mother.

He should have been a male model! A lot of men his age and with his kind of wealth were chiefs but Kainye would never take up the 'watered down title' (in his words), because undeserving people would share it with him. However, he had given himself the title of 'Onyechukwunyeakulie' (One whom God has blessed with wealth).

'Your packs are still there,' Mmachi couldn't help teasing him irritably as she reluctantly lifted her delicious curves from the bed, trying hard not to look at her reflection in the mirror fitted into the ceiling of his bedroom directly over the bed. He must enjoy his conquests getting the 'privilege' of looking at him while in his arms.

Vain man.

Kainye ignored her. She picked her clothes and headed for the bathroom. There was no way she was returning home with his smell on her. She had been his off and on lover for three years and had he not given her the best sex ever, she wouldn't have kept on coming back whenever he deemed it fit to summon her.

She was married to one of his close friends who hosted him and Izigora to dinner every now and then, but that hadn't stopped him from seducing her, leading her into the forbidden world of adultery and giving her pleasures the likes of which she had never imagined possible despite the wrongness of the act and damning her soul. She looked forward to every sexual encounter with Kainye but it was always on his terms. She wasn't allowed to call him. He would call her when he wanted her.