Chapter Fifty-Three

When she woke up the next morning, she was feeling a little bit tired and soggy, this was because she had slept really late, and at that time she had been totally spent. Without getting enough sleep she was up once again, and this time around she would spend the entire day outside.

She just laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she listened to the quiet hum of the air conditioning unit as it blasted cold air into the room continuously. She was still feeling the dregs of sleep and she was not ready to stand up at all.

And for some reason, the bed suddenly felt too sweet against her skin and she was sure that this was the time that sleeping will be more enjoyable for her. Without turning because she did not want to change her position, she felt around the bed as she searched for her phone. That was when her hand hit the purse.

She picked it up and dug through it as she looked for the phone, that was when she noticed that she was still fully dressed in the gown she had worn to the club last night.

“Oh shit…” she muttered as she kept on rummaging through the purse until her fingers brushed her phone. She then pulled it out.

She let the purse slip through her fingers and land on the bed as she turned on her phone to check the time.

“Holy fuck…” she gasped as she saw that it was already a couple of minutes past eight.

Thhe wedding service was scheduled to begin by ten later in the morning. If she remained in the bed, she would not get there on time.

“Aww…” she groaned as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She did not feel alright at all, she just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep. But she knew that it was not an option, and little delay on her part and she might be late to the wedding.

With a grunt of dissatisfaction, she got up from the bed. The moment her feet touched the ground, her head swooned a bit and she felt a dull thud in her brain.

“Fuck…” she groaned as she clutched at it, was this the remnants of the effects of the drinks she had consumed last night? Because even she had surprised herself, she had no idea she could hold so much alcohol in her system and still be able to think coherently. But then, how would she have known when she had always been living a sheltered life void of all the fun and joys of life.

She steadied herself for a moment as she tried to get her bearing once again, then she gently peeled off her gown from her body and let it fall in a pool at her feet. Stark naked, she stepped out of it and made her way to the bathroom.

All over her body, she could see the signs of her atrocities with Musky the previous night. All the cum and sweat that had gotten on her body had dried up and there were whitish spots. Nothing that a little washing could not solve.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection, dull eyes looked back at her. her eyes looked hunted and deprived. She really needed to sleep, but she knew it would be a bad idea to just try it. Anything at all that made her climb back to that bed to sleep, she would not be getting up until every iota of sleep left her system.

She would sleep for as long as she wanted tomorrow after the wedding. For now, the thought and the anticipation of that should be enough to keep her active.

She took out her toothbrush and began to brush her teeth. Taking it slowly and easily so she could wash every corner. By the time she was done, she returned the brush and toothpaste to its place and went under the shower.

She let out a yelp when the cold water hit her, she had not expected it to be that cold. But she continued to bath it. She used the soap to lather up her body and wash away all the dirt and filth of the previous night.

A pity the soap could not wash away all she had done.

Even now, seeing how far she had come and was willing to go, she still found it somehow that she had even gotten to this point at all. It had never been part of her plan but she had chosen to wwork with what she was given and that was turning out to be one of the best weeks she had ever experienced in heer entire life.

She was almost at its end, and she knew that she would sorely miss this life. She could not imagine continuing this when she returned to Owerri, there were just so many variables in play that would make everything blow up in her face. There were more people there that knew she and her family, and even the slightest hint of a scandal would set the ball rolling. And before any of them could say shit, everything would spiral out of control.

She had already thought hard about this, that was why everything that was happening in Lagos was definitely going to stay in Lagos. It was the same reason that she was picking people that she would most likely not come into contact with again. Unless fate deemed it so. But then, fate could be a bitch at times.

She would not be surprised if she found Femi or Ken in a supermarket somewhere in Owerri.

She had already made the decision, once this her week long tryst was over, she would turn her back on the life and move on with her husband. She knew that it would not be easy in anyway, but she was willing to brave it so that she would make it work.

She was closing her eyes as she washed herself up, then she turned on the shower once more and stood as it washed all the soap and dirt away.

She was feeling different as she stood under the water. She was feeling kind of incomplete, as if there was something missing. And soon, she could pinpoint it. She was getting used to this marathon sex that she was having, so much that now that she was not having it she was feeling like it was missing.

She turned off the shower and took the towel from the hook. As she toweled herself dry she stood before the mirror again and watched her reflection.

This was not what she wanted at all, she did not want to become addicted to this life. She had seen all there was to see, so she would turn her back on it. After all, one week was not enough to get hooked on something, right? Even when she had spent every day of that week doing the act.

She knew that it would mess up her life in a way she might not be able to hide if she became hooked on this high that she was getting from sex. She would make sure that when it was all over, she turned her back on the life for good.

As she turned to hang the towel on it’s hook, she paused as a thought crossed her mind. Ever since she had left Owerri, she had slept with four different men consistently. There was no way her fiancée would not notice that when they get back together.

“Shit…” she muttered as hung up the towel and walked out of the bathroom. She slapped her forehead in frustration, how on earth did she not think about this?

She was sure that it was a detail that he would notice, Eche did not become the business guru that he was without being observant. And she knew that her pussy would not be in the same way it had been when she left Owerri.

She sat down on the bed as she thought hard about it, there would have to be something she could do.

She picked up her phone and began to fiddle with it, browsing through it so she could see if she could find a solution. Her research led her to an online vendor on Instagram.

“Oh boy…” she gasped as she went through their page.

They advertised different kinds of vagina tighteners, with different kinds of flavors. There were the ones that were pills and the ones that were cream and all they needed to work was just to be swallowed or rubbed.

She let out a deep breath. She went through their posts and saw some of the comments customers had posted, many of them were sharing testimonies and many more were asking how to get their hands on the product.

This would be the best way for her to get it without causing any ruckus. Because any other way, if she dared to make it more personal, it could blow up in her face. Something that she was very scared of.

She decided there and then, she was going to patronize them. She was about to place an order but then she checked the time and realized she did not have a lot of it. It would have to be till tomorrow, or later in the night when she returned from the wedding. What mattered was that she had figured out what would be a problem and she was going to take good care of it.

She dropped her phone and got up from the bed, walking naked across the room till she got to the wardrobe. She took out her aso-ebi that she had sewed back in Owerri and then laid it on the bed. She also laid out her gele head-gear on the bed, she would tie it herself. That was something she had learned how to do from her mother from a young age.

Sometimes when she heard about women hiring people to tie their gele for them she always wondered why. Her mother had always been a party goer right from time, and getting married to her father had taken her up the notch and she had gone to even more important parties. And through it all, she had dressed herself. And she passed that skill down to her daughter.

She wore her bra and panties, then went to wear the aso-ebi. It was a colorful blend of yellow and red that was just so bright and eye-catching. She was sure it was Abike’s mother that had picked it out.

Adaeze had picked a beautiful gown for her design, it was as if the material was melded to her body. Added to it was a sash that ran up the length of her calves, stopping just at the right spot. One of the sleeves was done with the material of the aso-ebi while the other sleeve was done with a net-like material, showing off her hands. The neck of the gown had a little V, but it was not deep enough and therefore there was not much cleavage to show.

She was mouthwatering and heart stopping indeed. Her fashion designer had done a marvelous job. That was why she was always working with the woman.

When she was done, she went to the mirror and styled her hair, and then applied her make-up right there on the bed. That alone took about thirty minutes to complete, and she gave it her all. It was another thing she had learned from her mother. How to make the perfect make-over. But she personally did not like it because it was always time consuming, and most of the time she did not wear the kind of clothes that warranted such extensive make-up.

On a normal day, she went around with just polo and trousers. The only make-up such dressing needed was white powder. This was all her feelings though, her mother was of very different opinion. Anyway, she spent her time to apply make-up only when she had events like these to attend, or she had to go to church.

When she was done with that, she got up and went to the bathroom. Using the mirror there, she styled her gele. She was able to make about four steps, seeing as she was doing it alone and the mirror was not big enough or high enough for that matter. She made do, and finished it up, and it still looked beautiful. Hopefully, when she got to the venue she would find someone to help her and she would do what was on her mind.

By the time she was done with dressing up, the time was almost nine-thirty in the morning. She definitely did not have much of it anymore. It was time to get going.

She went to use her phone to place an order for Uber to come pick her up, the ride was scheduled to arrive in ten minutes. While she waited, she applied finishing touches to her make-up, made sure that everything she could possibly need was in her purse. From her ATM card down to her phone, she did not want to need something urgently and she would not find it. She hated scenarios like that.

When that was over, she sat on the bed, as she watched music videos on the television. She had turned it on just before she had gone into the bathroom for the first time after she woke up, and it was still playing although at a low volume.

If only the TV could talk, it would testify about all the things she had done in this room. And none of them would be in her favor.

Well, thankfully, the TV could not. And everything that had happened within these four walls and in other places will remain in these four walls and other places.

How the hell had things escalated to this point? Her plan had been to keep all her trysts to her hotel room alone, but she had ended up going to a man’s house and even ended up getting laid in the club. Not to even mention what she had done in her friend Abike’s house.

Wow… she was really adventurous and there just seemed to be nothing that could stop her. But still, it was all part of the plan. Her goal had been to have the time of her life for one week while learning all she could about herself. It was not her fault if the process had changed somewhere along the line. What really mattered was the end result, the destination.

She let out a sigh as she picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

A lot of things had changed about her, this was not the first time it was crossing her mind and this was definitely not going to be the last one. She could tell that all these things she was doing and learning was affecting her in a different way and changing how she viewed not just herself but also the rest of the world.

She could only hope that it ended up being a change that she was comfortable with. Because as things stood, she no longer had control over it, she just had to wait for it all to end.

Her phone began to vibrate in her hand, it was the Uber driver that was calling.

“Hello…”

“This is Jackson, you placed an order for Uber.”

“Yes Jackson,” she muttered. “Are you here?”

“Yes, I am in front of the hotel.”

“Okay, I am on my way down.”