SAMUEL COBBY GRANT
Manza regained consciousness and the Police wasted no time to question her on the case.
She confirmed that Kuuku was her lover and the one who spiked her drink when he found out that she was pregnant. The receptionist at the Guest House confirmed a picture of Manza when shown it was shown to her since she was a regular visitor, but the receptionist was not too sure about Kuuku when his photo was shown to her. But they believed they had a watertight case.
Manza’s mother was on cloud nine as she learned that her daughter had regained consciousness. She went to church that Sunday to give thanks to the Lord for raising her daughter from the icy hands of death.
“Praise the Lord,” she said waving her white handkerchief.
“Hallelujah,” the congregation responded.
She finished her testimony with a call on the Holy Ghost fire to strike evil men and their mothers dead. She gave an amount of two hundred Ghana cedis to show her appreciation.
Ashalley Laryea was a 27-year-old Lab Technician at the Kwesimintsim Hospital. He had been transferred from the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital to head the lab there. When he saw Dinah who had gone to visit Manza her friend, he had fallen in love with her at once. He believed she had the posture and mannerisms that he found appealing. And what took the biscuit was the way she smiled at him when he almost collided with her at the entrance of the female ward where he had gone to take some blood samples.
Warmly, she had smiled at him and apologized. Then she had walked into the ward before he could gather his senses. Mesmerized, he stared after her as she walked into the ward and saw her go to Manza’s bedside.
He quickly went about his business and skulked along the hallway to wait for her.
Ashalley was an accomplished womanizer and felt that he was going to have her by all means. Already, he had decided he was going to give her his winning combinations that will get her mesmerized in no time.
“Should I use the direct approach or the evasive tactics,” he mused and saw that she was on her way out.
“Hey Beautiful, are you a thief?” he asked, with a serious look on his face.
She stared at him in shock, wondering whether she had been with him before
“I may not be perfect but I am not a thief,” she said with anger and a bit of uncertainty.
“Why then have you stolen my heart?” he said quietly.
She smiled with relief then and looked at him closely.
“Is that so?” she asked, laughing.
“Yes, can I have the honour of offering you a lift?” he asked, showing his sparkling white teeth in a smile.
“But I don’t know you.”
“I am Ashalley Laryea, and you are?”
“Dinah,” she said and smiled again, doing her own wooing part.
“You are the most beautiful Dinah I have ever seen.”
Things clicked immediately and he made her sit in a corner at the lab while he finished up before taking her to where his car was. Dinah found him handsome enough. She also guessed that he could be a casanova from the way he was unleashing the vibes, but she was beginning to like him.
The next day, Kuuku was home, feeling too lazy to get out of bed. He heard the front door open and knew that it was Pat, she being the only person who had a copy of his key.
“What are you still doing in bed?” she asked. “Anyway, it’s perfect for FMFY”
“What is that? What is FMFY?” he asked in amusement.
“Yes, FMFY. Feeding Me, Feeding You.”
She then put the food basket she had brought onto the bed. It had Jollof, pineapple juice, and grapes in it.
“I am going to feed you and you’ll reward me with a kiss. You’ll also feed me and I’ll reward you with a kiss,” she said with a hint of mischief on her face.
And so with deliberate slowness, she dished some Jollof into a plate, added some salads and began to feed him.
“Some juice, please,” he said and she brought the glass of juice to his lips. He ate everything, in addition to ravishing her with his eyes. Then he put a grape in his mouth, bit into it and proceeded to give her the expectant kiss. He tried prolonging it but she withdrew from him with a smile.
“I am hungry too. Feed me.”
He fed her too. He sometimes deliberately pushed the spoon of food towards her nose. Sometimes too he put it into his own mouth instead of hers. She pouted through it all but she got fed to her satisfaction and he topped it all by picking up a grape and putting it in her mouth with his fingers.
She kissed him then, in a way that made him realize how much she loved him.
“Our love is going to move mountains,” he whispered.
“You have to climb this mountain first,” she said, her face inflamed with passion.
He tasted her, savoured her. They touched and stimulated each other, and discovered themselves. She moaned his name continuously.
Kuuku took his time to pleasure her with his touches, discovering her pressure points. She was just like clay in his hands, happy with the way she was affecting him. Their desires soured to foreign heights.
They undressed each other. He unhooked her bra, her nipples hardened to his touch. Her panties were halfway down her legs and her hands were frantically dragging his shorts from his waist when her phone began to ring stridently.
“Please don’t pick,” he begged as he inserted a finger into her.
She saw his member then, hard, long, thick and ready.
But the phone kept ringing, distracting her a bit but she didn’t pick up. She was in the throes of orgasm as his fingers stimulated her core. Then she felt a rush of sweetness and release wash over her as she hit her peak. Kuuku was fully naked now. He turned her over, putting her on her back.
“Please, stop. Do you have protection?”
He stared at her, heard her but he was too far gone to comprehend what she was saying. She pushed him down then, and put her mouth to him, swallowing and sucking till he, with a shuddering breath, spurted sticky juices that totally left him weak but satisfied as he breathed deep and fast.
The phone began to ring again and again and it was only when her breath had stabilized that she picked up to answer the call. It was the MD of the company.
“Hello” her voice was low.
She listened for a while as Kuuku stared at her. Still dazed from the passion they had just expressed, she said a few ‘yesses’ and hung up.
“Where were we?” he said trying to grab her. She giggled and ran out of bed.
“Get ready. We are going to the factory. I will pick you up in twenty minutes,” she dressed quickly and left.
She went back later, fully dressed up.
“I am not going. I am on suspension, you know,” he told her, still angry by the interruption.
“Please, I am on my knees, let’s go. The workers are trying to lynch Eugene for framing you,” she pleaded.
He went into the bathroom then, all passion forgotten.
Quickly he put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and left with her. He looked at her wonderingly as she drove, her eyes on the road.
“Stop staring at me like that,” she said, her eyes on the road still.
He smiled and counted himself lucky to have her.
They got to the factory to meet a large group of workers holding cudgels and singing war songs. But as soon as they saw Kuuku, the songs changed into praises of him. The security men had a hell of a time before they got them into the MD’s office.
He was told by the MD himself that Eugene Gakpo was the one, with the aid of one of his subordinates, that planted the cigarettes in the Blending Room to get him into trouble. It was only when he disciplined the said subordinate for insubordination that the truth came out. And now the workforce was attempting to lynch him as a result.
Kuuku went to the balcony of the MD’s office which had a clear view of the whole place.
“I stand before you to plead with you. Please leave Eugene alone. He is a disgrace to himself and humanity,” he begged, and was able to get through to them.
He went down to them and they lifted him shoulder-high and sang praises in his name.
“Killer ee killer
Killer eee killer
Killer you be good o killer
Killer you be good again o, killer”
The disgraced Eugene was whisked away through a side door, put in a van and driven out of the factory.
When calmness was restored, a letter was written by the management of the company, signed by HR, apologizing for what had happened, and asked him to return to his official duties with immediate effect.
“Won’t you say anything?” Pat asked after she handed over the letter to him.
“I will give you a reply at home, tonight.”
“Kuuku Laing, you are one of those dangerous men my mother warned me about,” she told him, half-serious.
“And you, Patricia Graham is the reason why I have remained celibate for some time. You can really break a man’s resolve,” he said and snatched the car’s keys from her hand. “I will pick you up at exactly 5:00 pm.”
He drove over to his mom’s place to tell her about the good news but found out that Pat had already done so.
Ashalley Laryea had wasted no time in doing what he had set out to do with Dinah. He used all his abilities on his hands to have her but she had already decided from day one to allow him to have her. She found him intriguing, and had been spending a lot of time with him despite Ackah’s recent demands to have more of her time. She sometimes went to the hospital purposely to see him without going to visit Manza. They went out a lot. To the pubs, and other places. But they mostly spent time indoors, on his bed.
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