They stayed in the presidential suite at the Hilton in a fully furnished penthouse complete with a chef and servants at the top most floor of the Burj Khalifa.
The living room now had an added decor. Beside the golden chandelier, white drapes and mahogany tables and leather seats. There were Ralph Lauren, Versace, Armani and Dolce & Gabbana shopping bags.
A masseur had just worked a number on them after they came out from their Sauna session and now they stood at the balcony marveling at a city that had grown out of a dessert. It looked magnificent and the twilight only enhanced it's appeal. The lights flickering almost like shooting stars.
Diana was in white top that cut off just before her belly button and a tiny pink flowy skirt that was a mile away from her knees. Mzee Ajabu held her by the waist but his hand kept wondering to her plump buttocks.
"Take a photo of me," she handed him her phone. The latest iPhone, it had recently been unveiled, not even a week had passed. She paused this way and that and mzee Ajabu snapped.
It was a small price to pay for everything he was getting from her and he enjoyed it. Having sat in enough creative sessions he sometimes even suggested angles that would make her pictures more flattering.
"Sorry to disturb you but the chef is asking what you would love to eat this evening," the sous chef interrupted.
"I'll have sweet and sour pork, with rice."
"I'll have salmon, slightly smoked with truffles," Diana said without a second thought.
The waiter bowed and dissolved behind the glass door. It still amused mzee Ajabu how quickly Diana had evolved. When they met she considered it a splurge eating pizza and Kentucky Fried Chicken but now here she was ordering slightly smoked Salmon with truffles.
He went to the glass door and turned the lock. The mention of food had given him a carnal appetite. He drew back the thick curtains and walked towards Diana. Who put her phone away the moment she saw the look in his eye. That of naked lust.
The moon was high up in the sky. Soft jazz filtered in softly through the balcony speakers. She arched her back and he lifted her tiny pink cloth. That was the only piece of fabric between him and what he wanted. She mourned softly just like the jazz music. After, they would dine like royalty and tomorrow a masseur, sauna, chef and more shopping would be waiting for them.
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Mystery / ThrillerMzee Ajabu has built a multi billion dollar corporation, he also has a wife, three kids and two glamorous lovers. He thinks he is at the height of his life but his multi billion dollar corporation is at the brink of sinking, his wife loathes him, hi...
