Let Us Love

Damn It

Anyi's POV

My dreams were littered with images of her on her knees before me, my legs splayed, my dick tucked perfectly in her warm mouth.  The look she gave me finished me.

Hadn't had a good night sleep in ages !!!
How I wish I woke up to see those pretty eyes in the morning, but that stubborn little girl left without a proper goodbye. She deserves every little thing I did to her sweet little cunt some minutes ago.
Gosh! When did I even care about a girl leaving after sex?  I'd be the one to come up with an excuse to drag her out. I feel like a bastard wanting more for her than she'd already given but everything in me wants more of her. I doubt I'd allow her to deny me. 

My chest tightens every time snippets of her moans and groans flashes in my mind. How she called my name as if we have been acquainted for ages. I know I cannot keep her forever, I know this cannot go beyond what we have now thus if we have something but I really need this so bad. Even if it's just some few hours,  I need that body,  I need that ass. 
Fuck!!!  She got me wrapped around that little finger of hers and doesn't even know it. 
My dad will turn in his grave if he hears me whinning for some little cunt.
I don't even notice when my driver pulled over in front of my office building.  I quickly walk out of the car to dismiss him for the day. I have to finish the work I couldn't do last night. 
It takes everything in me to drag myself away from the thoughts of last night with her. Whether I like it or not I need to finish with all the paperwork of the shipments before we they hit the port.
I need to finish by morning so I can have her again by my side, not just for the few hours but for the weekend if possible.

Journey by the elevator hasn't been as long as this one as thoughts for the long arguement with my mother keeps running.  Aside the constant pressure from business, the woman has been a pain with her constant pressure for asking me to marry from her lists of prospective "perfect wives".
I love the woman dearly but certainly not her pressure.  I blame my dad for giving in to her whims, he spoiled her. 

I know very well as the elderest son of the Igbo tribe,  I need to carry on my late father's legacy.  I need to marry and have children  but I really need to make my own decision and not give in to the pressure from mom and the kinsmen.

I understand my mom wants to protect my father's properties but I am no longer a child and I have been able to make a name for myself. She doesn't understand I want nothing to do with all those mysery, she is only interested in having it all. She only wants to be on top and to prove she is better but that's not what I want. I know she driven by rage and thirst for revenge but that rage will consume her. I am afraid she will end up just like my dad.

To take over my father's companies means one must go down his ruthless path and be like him. 
Years with the man  made me this cold and lonely. To be like him, I need to desert everything, every decision must be about business.  I must eat,  talk, drink and even fuck business. 
Choosing a wife must be business also, in this business it's either you win or loose and my father did not raise a loser. They say everything is fair between love and war but not for dad.  Everything was fair In business and business because business was war to him.

He didn't make the name Chief Uchemba by being just playing nice. 
Being around the man is what made me what I am now. Possessive, distrusting and demanding even when I know I am wrong.
I can't be that with Tina, though,  I don't want to loose her.

At least not for now .

Tiredly gliding my hand through my hair, i slump back into my seat and  stare at the door as a bold knock pounds from the other side of the door.
Who the fuck is pounding on the damn door by this hour?
A quick glance at the clock says its 9:30
All my workers are gone and i am sure Joselyn is gone too. I dont keep my assistants that close. One thing the old man taught me is to look at my subordinates as humans with no gender.
"Ifeanyi!!... i am coming in"

Amanda? What the hell is that brat doing here?

She marches in like a sermoned soldier.
"What do you want from me at this hour? I'd be prude of you to have called, i thought you have learned some manners"
With an angry look plastered across her quite kind face.

" why haven't you been answering my calls?"  I have been calling for a couple of hours now."
A

quick glance on my phone reveals the number of missed calls.

She pulls the chair and slumps herself in the chair.

" what do you want?"

Arms crossed, pouting lips and angry eyes looks accusingly at me.
" what have you been telling mom? She called crying this morning"  Mandy's dainty finger pointing violently in my face.
"I know I am not in the position to advise or warn you but if you drive her crazy and send her to an early grave I won't forgive you"

Damn right she is in no position to warn me or even advise me.

"whatever conversation I had with Cecilia is none of your business, it will be stupendous if you will excuse yourself from my office"
I have no time for cry babies and drama right now. I point to the door behind her, she knows what I mean when I smile.
She should know neither threats nor cries tickle me.
"Ifeanyichuckwu Donald, it's enough being a bitch and stop acting like a girl"

Wait a minute....
Did my little sister just address me by my full name? Did she just call me a girl?
The reason why Cecilia wants us back in Nigeria is because she fears we will loose who we are and it hurts to admit she is right. There is no way in hell my little sister could disrespect me if we were back home.
Ooohhhh I would have disciplined her, I hate people who abuse women as much as I hate disrespectful women.

"what...your enormous ego is hurt because I called you by your name? Or is it the bitch girl part?" she scoffs and turn to the door
"don't be a cry baby and suck it in like the little girl you are. You call your own mother by her name and you get hurt when I do same to you?"

"Chiamanda! I won't repeat myself get out! Get out before you regret it!"

I have had enough of her nonsense and insolence.

She knows nothing!

And I will be damned if I stand here and listen to her spew nonsense. I swore to protect her and thats exactly what I am doing but she is pushing me to kill her myself.

She rolls her eyes and slams the door behind her.

God! I want to kill her myself, I swear to God she is lucky to be my blood if not the heavens would hear her screaming her lungs out.

I need a drink to cool down this temper before I chase her down and give her a good beating.

Fuck!!! I slam the glass against the wall.
Cecilia needs a piece of my mind and to stay the hell away from my sister. She needs her innocence  and a normal life.