The ACT (Nigerian)#1

The ACT - Chapter Four

     She woke up the next morning, the sun had woken her, temporary blinbing her as it shown through the only window in her room on the left side of her bed. She hated Monday mornings.
She woke up untied and covered up. She sat up and looked around. He had gone and didn't leave any note. She made a mental note to buy sticky notes when next she went grocery shopping.
    She dragged herself to the edge of the bed and stood up. Her legs wobbled and she fell. She screamed as she fell to the ground naked. She tried to stand up and walk again. She almost tripped but held herself up.       
    She suddenly felt the pain between her legs . She couldn't walk properly. She staggered to her dresser and found a hair band to pack her hair up.     She took off her contacts and wore her glasses. She strolled into the sitting room and picked up the file and headed for the kitchen. A cup of coffee in her hand as she fumbled to take her sit on one of the stools, she couldn't help the way she was acting like a sick person because of sex.
     She looked over the file again, she wouldn't be allowed to have sex with anyone else, tell anyone about the sex they had,she wouldn't be able to claim she even knew him in public, talk or ask about anything other than sex as well as she being subjected to have sex which ever way and place he pleases. She wasn't allowed to intrigue or ask questions about his private life of business, home and family.
Was he married ?.

She thought, who was the marcella that he had to run to. She wished she knew his last name so she could find out more about him online. Timi was one of the most common Yoruba names. She would spend years trying to find out who he was with just his first name.  Thinking about sex with him now made her feel heat waves between her legs as she felt excitement rush down her spine. She felt her upper thighs get wet.

" You look very sexy sitting there, hair tied back in your birthday suit" he said standing by the kitchen door shirtless. she choked on her coffee and tried to stand up quickly but tripped and fell, her legs were still wobbly as she spilled the hot coffee on herself . She screamed.

" You are so clumsy" rushing towards her he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bath tub. He turned on the shower head adding full pressure and pointing it at the spot of the coffee spill. Leaving the water to run over her as she laid back in the tub, he sat at the edge of the bed. Staring at her as he wore his shirt.

" I thought you had gone" she said softly looking at the ceiling. ." No, I slept in the other room. " He said as he did his tie " call me to let me know what you decide"

And with a smile he walked out, of the room. She heard the front door close behind him and she buried herself underneath the water around her. She felt like drowning herself for some reason. The sex was  great. The man was fine. But she was scared for reasons she could not phantom.
A few minutes later she struggled to stand up and go to work. She had decided to wear a black pants and a shirt and packed her hair in a bun.      

    Work was good for the most part. She enjoyed the benefit of being a marketing sales representative at T and M, an advertising firm on the island and a child of a Telecommunication company and an Oil and Gas Organization. The staff bus had picked her up from the bus stop beside the village, she and other employees who lived there and would drop them off after work as well or she would Uber it when she felt like or take the train to the nearest train station beside her office on the island.

"Dara, are you okay" Shade the front desk attendant had asked her earlier that morning on her way in " cause babe the way you dey walk ehn" .

She smiled back " I am fine"

" You sure ehn " she said back

" Yes thank you" she said making her way towards the elevator, she started to pray to God to heal her soon as three more people asked her if she was fine. She tried to compose her steps better and just decided to sit all day while moving around with the wheels of her office chair. It wasn't like she had to move much.