CHAPTER 5

TROY'S POV

Never have I ever been consumed with jealousy as much as I did on that day. The Governor was so much of a gentleman towards Towanda and from the way she smiled at him was proof enough that she enjoyed his company. Even though I was supposed to be professional, I could not let that pass. Worst was when I watched her walk back towards the Governor after she hang up on me without a word.

The restaurant, La Paula's, was meant for dignitaries, therefore the hotel itself provided high profile security and privacy. Such a restaurant is where rich famous people met their mistresses comfortable. Therefore my anger and jealous could be justified by just that fact.

I could no longer stand the sight of the two of them, so I walked back to the car and removed my cap. Lost in thoughts of how many sweet promises Ava Towanda was receiving from the Governor,

"Breath in, breath out Troy," I said to myself, "She's not even your girlfriend, she's just an insufficient lady you met the other day." My brain tried to take control of the situation but still my heart overpowered my brain. My heart yearned to have her all to myself, to chase after her and make her mine, and under no circumstances would the Governor win over Ava Towanda.

I was not so sure if what I was feeling for her was as a result of jealous or competition but my intuition reassured me that I first approached her and therefore I could not leave her for my boss. My boss who might have had a hand in Alma's death.

"No way!"

Amidst my thoughts, my phone rang and it was a woman I had struggled to avoid the previous week, Caroline, Blake's wife. I never knew how to be rude towards ladies because my whole life was impacted by ladies. However, Caroline was too speedy and too demanding, and most importantly, just not my type.

She had proven to be so desperate on the night that she unsuccessfully seduced me.

***Flashback***

"Make love to me Troy, I just want to feel like a woman again, " she begged in her sweet seductive voice as she moved her fingertips from my stomach to my chest. All the while I was so tensed, because it was in the living room and anyone could have caught us. Secondly, Caroline was fifteen years older than me and even the thought of intimacy with her had me guilt tripping myself. I was sweating yet I acted so composed,

"Madam this is so risk, "I whispered back at her but her hands were trailing closer to the powerful stem of the tree of knowledge that had been trying to ignore any temptations, but it gave in, there I was, stuck with a boner and a sound conscience that reminded me of the right thing to do. She almost got her hand in to hold the stem when I pulled it away and stood up,

"No! This is not right and you know it Madam,"

"Come on Troy, I am so lonely and so bored," she begged while she was seated on the couch and I was standing making small steps backwards, away from her but I saw tears at the corner of her eyes and I stopped moving,

"I am sorry if I scared you, I just needed satisfaction, but you have rejected me Troy, the same way my husband never looks at me, all he does is spend time with his mistresses and at work. I am a woman who needs to be loved and given attention." She said, covering herself well enough and hiding her cleavage. She sounded so broken and depressed and from then, I knew that she was not as happy as she looked in photos and news, it was all a façade, I had to strategize on helping her strip away her masquerade.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel rejected, it's not really about you, it is about me, you are beautiful and so adorable." I said from my heart, because she had a beautiful face and she was just not any other lady, she was a rich beautiful established influential lady.

"I understand you, I am sorry Troy" she said in a shy voice.

"Don't feel bad, it is normal for people to have such episodes, but always remember you are a lady that many dignitaries would kill to have, I'm sorry for your loneliness"

She faked a smile, then said, "Which dignitaries though? If I grow young I would love to fall in love with a commoner, a Chauffeur like you perhaps, or maybe a local photographer who would love me and respect me. Someone who won't get so drunk into their power and forget to even touch my soft skin or pass his fingers through my silky hair."

***

The lingering of Madam Caroline's words in my mind, worsened my conclusion. Although Ava Towanda was chasing modeling but something inside me was sure that the governor was seeking more than a professional relationship. Although she was not yet mine, but I wouldn't love to see an innocent young soul like her get trapped in the middle of such a relationship with a politician. I shook my head and breathed heavily,

"But you were so irrationally rushy to call her cheap." My heart and brain, for once agreed and I conquered.

LARRY'S POV

I really hated Sundays because they are meant for family but I did not have anyone to call family. I preferred going to work and lucky enough for me, Ma'am Caroline was always busy on Sunday's and she had to be taken from one place go another.

On that Sunday, she was dressed super sexy and classy. It looked like she was going on a date or something but I could not ask her because she was never close to any of her servants, me included. She hated loud music so we listened to low slow music as I drove her. Slowly I drifted into the previous experience with my long term crush. I had never gone so wild with any lady before but Daisel was worth it. Although I hated being commanded to do something but her command was the sweetest command,

***Flashback***

"EAT, WILDLY!" She commanded me while I was standing beside her, she was standing in the bathtub. The eagle tattoo near her left boob attracted me the more and my appetizer before the main meal was to craftly cup and squeeze them while she bent her head back in pleasure. I unhurriedly trailed towards the beach with the tip of my tongue, right from her neck. A clear beach it was, just like I liked it, bear for seductive.

The beach was already soaked by water from the 'holy' sea and my tongue could not resist the urge of testing just how wet it had got. Satisfied with the level of wetness, I raised her petite body and she locked my neck with her sexy long legs. It was my tongue's prowess that mother of the sea kept praising because it swam left, then slowly to the right then I controlled it to stay right there before allowing it to dive deeper into the sea in attempt to touch the floor of the sea…

"Oh God! It had never been so sweet, stay right there," she struggled to whisper in pleasure before I lay her carefully on her king size expensive bed. Ready to be wild,

***

I was brought back with loud hooting from vehicles behind me and Ma'am Caroline's questioning,

"What is wrong with you Larry,,

"Sorry Ma'am , it won't happen again," I said and drove after confirming with the traffic lights. We drove smoothly towards her main office.

Ma'am Caroline was a well established internationally known doctor who helped women who had problems of reproduction. She was mother of life just like my mama referred to her in the notebook that I had found in the safe. My mum had whispered to me the password of her safe where she had kept her diary of how she had become my mother and left some cash for me just incase I got stranded when she was dead or behind bars.

Mama knew that one of the two things would eventually happen because of the illegal business that she helped my father run. I wished that she would be behind bars rather than under the sand. If she were in the jail I would get to see her occasionally but now all I had was unclear memories of her and her photos.

As I parked the car in her classified parking lot, I unconsciously saw a reflection of Ma'am Caroline in the fore mirror as she was getting herself ready. She had unbuttoned her blouse to fix whatever she was fixing and I had a chance to see a tattoo on her left boob. I looked away immediately her eyes almost locked mine.

"Larry, there's something called privacy but I would let that pass, step out!" She ordered.

CAROLINE'S POV

The memories of Troy rejecting me kept flashing in and out of my mind and I decided to go to work on Sunday and work till late. I of course did not forget to carry my toy with me since I could not get Troy.

On such days I wished that I had listened to my dad about getting married to Blake. We were so young and too in love for me to see beyond what met my eyes. He was the only man that I had ever been to bed with because he was my high school boyfriend. But ten years into marriage, he did not have time to satisfy the woman in me. I thought that it was because of the business that had merged with big companies in the world. But I was wrong, Blake had countless mistresses and no one would believe me because he was always a nice person to everyone. If my dad were alive, perhaps he would believe me.

Stuck as his wife, I fooled everybody except myself, of how happy and satisfied I was as Blake's wife. Nobody knew the pain that I always felt while I yearned to have even a touch from my husband, my virgin breaker, my heartless heartbreaker, my business partner. Our union was a forever union because of the business that we had started together. If not for the business rules I would have divorced that good for nothing creature.

Trying to look for love from outside would prick my self esteem and confidence, therefore I chose to use toys for satisfaction. However, I yearned to be touched and caressed by a man, to feel special and loved once again. Yet, the men that I had my eyes on were not confident enough to approach me because of a popular opinion that men feared independent powerful ladies. I would not approach a man under any circumstances but Troy was just no common man, his muscles and height turned me on from the very first day. I was ready to risk my self esteem and approach him. Still he rejected me but I was not a woman who gives up.

Being a medic and a scientist, I received heartbreak from my profession more than countable times yet I did not give up until I perfected on artificial reproduction. When I took myself on the mission of learning and understanding how to help barren couples have babies scientifically, I never knew it was as hard as it was. There were moments when I had burnouts and struggled but I still made no progress yet I did not give up. Nobody knew the real reason why I was so focused on IVF stuff and surrogacy. However, that secret reason was accomplished Blake together with the Tycoon who was our first international customer, changed the mission of establishment. Initially, my plan was to help barren women like me to get babies.

Nobody ever knew that I was barren and still nobody knows because I have a daughter. My daughter was my secret mission. She has Blake's genes and our long ago nanny's genes, her name was Susan. I was scared to let Blake know that I was barren, I feared rejection and up to that date, everyone knew that Kimberly is mine, apart from Susan and I. I was not stressed about Susan speaking up because she was in another world where she could not access us easily.

The most important thing to me was my daughter and the business, but TROY!

TROY

Troy made me stoop low and I was ready to go all the way to just get his attention and love, maybe I would become human and woman again, with feelings .

TROY'S POV

Finally composed and back to myself before the Governor called me. He asked me to meet him at the exit and I drove towards the direction. He was alone and I thought Ava Towanda had already left but I saw her walking out of La Paula, her eyes locking mine in a very angry way and I knew I had messed up big time.

"Wait, AT, you cannot take a taxi, my Chauffeur will drop you."

"Oh! So they even have nicknames!" my jealousy almost woke up but I ignored.

"No sir, It is okay, a taxi would do"

"Phewks! At least she has not given him a nickname yet" I consoled myself.

"Models should have soft life, remember?" He softly said to her and turned to me, " Take me home faster then come pick her up,"

"Okay sir," I calmly replied while look her in the eye with the 'you-cannot-escape' look.

I drove at a high speed so that Ava Towanda could not escape. It was Mercedes and the Governor loved speed more than anybody I had ever met. He wanted to spend the rest of the Sunday with Kimberly.

Soon, I was back at La Paula, and I couldn't see her from the car. It seemed that she was gone already, so I dialed her number while seated in the car looking for any signs of her. She did not pick my calls, neither did I see her. For thirty minutes I looked for Ava Towanda but there were no signs of her.

I decided to drive to her place and I was right, she was just in unlocking her door. I had parked out side of the small compound whose space was much taken by the Condo. I walked the tiresome staircases and finally got to her door then knocked. There was no response so I pushed the door which she had left unlocked. She came out of her bathroom quickly, fear and shock written all over her face, with clenched hands, ready to fight the purported thief.

"WTF you moron!" she yelled amidst getting back to a normal demeanor.

" The Governor wants to see you now" I said nonchalantly

"Again?"

"What does it look like? First time?"

She didn't answer, she rolled her eyes and picked up her purse then stepped out of her house, she raised her left brow, which seemed to ask what I was waiting for. I walked out and walked away really faster, figuring out what to say because I had just lied. She struggled to catch up with me because she was in heels but I still fastened my steps to make it much harder for her.

I opened the door for her and waited for her to arrive, her face wore the I-wish-I could-beat-you-up look. She was angry at me but there was nothing she could do about it. She looked so cute when so angry and serious at the same time.

I drove from her place, across the city and towards the outskirts that led towards the forest. The sound of silence inside the car was so uncomfortable for Ava Towanda because she was an active person naturally. Still too egocentric to request for some music, she put on her earphones and faced outside.

Soon as she started playing music on her phone, I turned on the music and played Kiss It by Riri. I did not care if the loud music would have police officers chasing me, but for the sake of Ava Towanda's anger, I did.

She ignored the music and still faced out and I started singing to it so loud that it restricted her.

"Such an ugly voice," she said as she rolled her eyes but I acted like It did not bother me,

"What are you willing to do? Kiss it Kiss it Kiss it better baby," I yelled in rhythm.

Soon we were close to the forest on the outskirts of the city and I turned to get into the forest and she freaked out.

"How can the Governor meet me here?"

"This is where innocents like you are forgotten forever." I said and drive faster deep into the forest. She was busy trying to unlock the door while screaming but nothing happened. She was so scared and tears formed at the corner of her eyes, she struggled to utter words begging me,

"What did I do?"

I was silent while trying to park.

"I am not even the type of girl you and the governor's wife might be thinking…I am only a model and I am professional Troy."

I finally parked while holding my laughter because it was hilarious how she quickly changed from an egocentric tone to a pleading tone.

"Relax Ava Towanda"

"How can I relax when I am about to die before walking on an international runway," she questioned restlessly

"I just want you to know that that man is more dangerous than this scripted moment!"

She finally relaxed, and disappointed at the same time, "The Fuck Troy!" she wiped her tears and tried to angrily open the door.

"I hope you notice that your hand cannot unlock that door and calm down,"

"You disgust me Troy! First you ghost me for a week, next thing you do is call me cheap then you kidnap me! Are you trying to be mad?" she yelled at me continuously and I saw her real anger. Her hands were shaking, so were her lips and I was scared of saying anything else apart from,

"I am sorry Ava Towanda"

"Rubbish, get me out of here after all I am cheap!"

"I was just jealous, first of all you met the most dangerous man at a restaurant known for mistresses meeting people's husbands"

"What!" she said while shocked and obviously she never knew that bit.

"Yes, but I had no right to call you cheap"

"Exactly."

"I am sorry," I said looking deep in her eyes, I didn't want that conversation to go on because I hated giving so many explanation,

"Not eno…" I cut her in with a deep wild smile.

"Ssh! Let me make it up to you," I whispered while pulling her close to make the distance zero, she did not resist and she expertly held on to me. The background music set the atmosphere for us and the darkness in the forest made her more confident.

Seated on the driver's seat, I held her right while she locked my back with her legs.

She did not wait for my moves and she slid the magic pen inside her heavenly beauty of a book. I thought naturally for a young girl like her, the pen was supposed to write but she shocked me with her book rotating the pen in circular shapes as if to draw the solar system. She was slow, then fast, then faster.

"None of the people you paid attention to the whole of last week and ignored me, would ever make you feel like I am making you feel," she yelled while lifting her book up and down. She was sweet! Too sweet to be imagined. I had mistaken her… She removed her bra and threw it away as I slowly rolled back the chair to make it convenience.

I would have loved to watch her tiny tummy rotate in rhythm to music but the magic she was doing couldn't let me raise my head,

"I'm just getting started Mr. Judgmental…"