Chapter 4

Lewa looked at Dieko's departing figure. Deborah's voice from earlier started to taunt her. ' does he know that you have slept with half of Lagos? ' she shook her head at the voice, that was impossible, or was it? After all one of her favourite customers was his colleague. Besides, Dieko was well connected all he had to do was investigate her background.

' Does he know you can never have children? ' she heard the voice this time so clearly, that she had to turn to check if Deborah was behind her.

She would go to the gynaecologist to check if she could still take in. After all, no situation was truly hopeless. If she had Dieko's baby he may treat her like shit if he found out about her but at least she could still be a beneficiary of his money for her whole life. A smile flashed on her lips as she stood up from where she had been kneeling the whole time.

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Dieko sat across from the client he was talking to. He had zoned out a long time ago thinking about Lewa's pouty lips around his cock. It had felt so nice, she had been too good, too good it didn't feel like it had been her first time.

He was nodding to something the portly man opposite him was saying when his sight caught a familiar figure taking a seat just behind the client he was conversing with. He didn't need to see the person's face to know who it was. It was hard to find Nike's figure anywhere. Her small but well-rounded buttocks were nicely pronounced in the tight-fitting skirt she wore. Her fine shapely legs were highlighted by the stilettos she wore. Was it his imagination or was it that Nike had grown a lot slimmer making her waist look slim and highlighting her curves further?

Opposite her facing him was a man who was probably in his mid-forties but nonetheless attractive. He started thinking to himself, what was Nike, his wife doing having dinner with another man? Was that the reason she was not unfazed in any way by the divorce? Was she seeing another man while still married to him?

He had the strong urge to punch the man in his face and tell him his wife was still bearing his last name. Then, he thought it was pointless. After all, he was having an affair and he no longer loved his wife, but if he didn't love his wife why did seeing her with another man bother him so much?

He thought to himself it must be his male ego. No one wanted to be cuckolded by his wife, especially in the society he lived in, it was an insult to his male pride.

His imaginations started to run wild. If Nike was unfaithful was there a chance that Rotimi was not his son? After all, They had had a delay before Rotimi came along. The doctor had cleared Nike but wasn't too happy with his sperm count. And then again Rotimi looked just like him, the resemblance was too striking leaving no room for doubt but nothing was impossible. He would just have to make sure by getting a DNA test without Nike's knowledge.

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' Welcome home ' Nike greeted her husband as he stepped into the house. It was clear that she was slightly surprised. He never came home early these days. She had just gotten home herself and was yet to change

' Where are you coming from? ' Dieko asked looking at his wife's face expectantly.

' From the Roots. Is anything the problem? ' she asked in her smooth voice.

' Really? What did you go to do there? ' Dieko asked not taking his eyes off her wanting to see her expression as she answered him

' To eat? ' Nike found it strange that her husband who had for the past six months not shown any concern for her was suddenly interested in what she had been up to.

' With who? ' This time Dieko was expecting her to hesitate before replying or lie straight to his face.

' Dr Alimi ' she said without any hesitation and with zero change in her expression. He should have known at the time he thought the man had looked familiar. He was a well-famed doctor who specialised in ovarian cancer.

' Really? What were you doing with him? Can you not wait for the little time we have together to be over? No wonder you were happy about the divorce. Tell me how long have you been seeing him? Is he Rotimi's father? ' Dieko outraged raised his voice at Nike. Nike was a bit shocked. Dieko had never raised his voice at her in their entire ten years of marriage. Nonetheless, she remained calm. She didn't know how to explain Doctor Alimi to him.

' Doctor Ali..' Dieko never allowed her to finish her sentence as he cut her off ' You will not mention him in my house and you will refrain from seeing him'

' But he' This time Nike was unable to finish her sentence as she felt Dieko's lips brush hers. What started as a brush on the lips became heated as their tongues collided in battle. His hands encircled her waist and hers his neck as the kiss deepened. With one hand on her waist, his other hand sought the buttons of the shirt she wore. Frustrated that they refused to open for him he ripped the shirt open. He broke the kiss momentarily to view what lay beneath her shirt.

Typical Nike never bothered to wear a camisole. It was one of the things he had usually teased her about before they got married as her breast usually pushed the button of her shirt opened. The cotton bra she was wearing gave him a perfect view of the outline of her breast. The image in front of him made him impossibly hard. He looked at her now lust-filled eyes with need before reaching behind her to unclasp the hook of her bra.