The Dawuni Files - A White Shadow

Prologue

Alfred Nii McCarthy, son of a native Ga and the 7th President of the fourth republic of Ghana lounged by the swimming pool of his plush private beach resort overlooking the sea. His eyes were closed but he was far from being relaxed.

His mind was preoccupied with issues typical of a man of his calibre but a part of it kept wandering to the issue of his wife. She had recently began giving hints of rekindling thier already dead love. Couldn't she understand that he was no longer interested? He sighed.

After sixty one years of existence and he couldn't still understand women, well not all women but some women. That was why he preferred to use them, to play with them and watch as they succumbed to his every whim. Like this current one, Monique.

Her name intoxicated him, driving him to the edge. She was simply irrestible.
"Darling", a soft voice called. Nii opened his eyes and gazed at the young woman as she stepped out of the pool. Monique was wearing the red bikini he had bought for her from France. It displayed her curvaceous figure perfectly from her full breasts to the fully rounded hips down to her carefully manicured feet. As he gazed at her, he felt a certain heat rising in his loins.

"Not now old boy", he chided himself. He couldn't afford to over exert himself before the real feast. But Nii had to admit, she was worth every pesewa he was spending on her.

Monique sat next to him and nibbled his ear affectionately." Nii, you look tensed." It was not a question but he marveled at how easily she could read  his moods.

"Yes dear but it's just work related".

"Are you sure?" She looked at him questionably. Nii nodded. He knew telling her the real reason he was worried would only ruin thier evening. She always seemed very displeased whenever the topic of his wife was brought up. She was even pushing for him to divorce, Diane.

But he couldn't. A move like that would hurt his public image and he also needed her finances to augment his party's.

Anyway, he wasn't keen on the idea of divorcing Diane since she performed all her duties as a wife and the First Lady quite beautifully. So Monique would just have to deal with having him as a part time lover/gift giver/bedmate and not forgetting, a worthy outlet for her sometimes nymphomaniac desires.

His train of thought was broken as he felt Monique's hand gliding down in between his tighs. He sighed.

"The evening is getting quite cold, Darling, let's go inside", Monique cooed into his ear.

Nii gulped down the last of his mango juice and followed her into the glass and chrome resort. Nii and Monique didn't know that as they played with each other's body on the bed, someone was watching.

And that someone was smiling shrewdly. The fish had swallowed the bait.