Nice one Rosemary dear...Thanks for the update..but it’s not constant

Ifyliss:
Nice one Rosemary dear...Thanks for the update..but it’s not constant

I will make it constant now. Was editing a work (still editing though.)

Fourteen

Lucas

SHE ALLOWED HIM TO HOLD her hand! That...that...he was no match for me, yet she had looked at him as if he was the movie star and I, the lowlife. I dropped the South African lady’s hand as if it was smeared with dirt.

“What?”

“Run along now,”

“But I want to be with you?” I would rather dive into the ocean. “I thought you would want to know me better.”

“No need.” I never planned to be part of this excitement. Wandering off to a village I know nothing about wasn’t my kind of fun. But Muyiwa had accepted to be chaperoned by that guy!

So here I am. In pursuit of my wayward wife.
Muyiwa should know better not to be swayed by that guy’s sweet words. She wasn’t teenager but a fucking grown woman. A married woman. I was supposed to be the one with prying eyes, the philanderer, not her.

I caught a glimpse of Muyiwa and that guy entering a shuttle meant for four passengers, watched their shuttle thin out. Something told me that Muyiwa saw me approaching and had instructed their rider to zoom off.

Cursing under my breath, I took a seat inside an idle ride, unbuttoned my shirt as the ride geared into motion.

My phone vibrated and I check; A message from Sunny, an email from Raymond Alabi and a missed call from Femi.

“Lucas Opeyemi!”

God! Not now please.

“Sir, you are my mentor.” Yeah, right. The whole recognition thing was beginning to wear me out. I turned to the couple that just joined the ride. I’ve met the guy before...yes. At the restaurant. He was with this same lady who looked like she would melt into a puddle and slip away any minute.

“I am not sure what I feel right now.” He looked from me to his lady, then back at me.

“Breathe, young man.” I chuckled.

“You don’t understand, sir. I have been wanting to see you all my life! I am a scriptwriter…” He scrambled inside his hang bag and came out with papers, some of them slipping out of his hands. The lady gathered and handed them to him.

“Thank you, love,” he said to her, edged towards me, and handed the now arranged papers to me. “I have wanted to act like you.”

“You are a scriptwriter…” My eyes scanned through the first page.

“Yes, I can act too. I have been doing local jobs with this organization here in Bodo, but I want to land big roles in Nollywood.”

I saw that coming. Every successful actor is seen as a ladder for up-and-comings to climb.
Actors, scriptwriters, everyone wants to shove gigs and scripts to your face.

“Please, sir. You can be his big break,” his lady added.

Oh, she could talk! “Who is she?”

“My girl Martha, my name is Marcus. We’re here on a getaway.”

“You’re from here?”

“Yes.”

The lady reminded me of the naive girl that once lived with me. My secret, unofficial wife who had insisted on going to see Emem Isong with me so she could beg Emem to give me a role. “Let him look me in the face and deny you the opportunity to come for the audition.”

Emem turned out to be a woman and had given me my first Romance movie role.

“I will go through your script.”

Their joyful shrill could have woken a hibernating bear.

“I am not giving you a role in Nollywood.” Didn’t want to make promises. “But if this script is good, I will hand it over to a producer who will take it up from there.”

The young man’s brows furrowed. I knew how uneasy he must be trusting a total stranger with your work could either land you a contract that would change your life, or the work could get rejected and you would still see a movie with the same storyline as yours, premiering after.

The latter happens more often, unfortunately.
“I don't know how you are going to trust me but, you have to trust someone if you want to make it in the industry. I’m not promising you that I'll do much…”

“I trust you sir.” Trust me not to take advantage of him or to get him to Nollywood?

“Meet me tomorrow morning at the Tennis court so we can agree on how to get this to the right people.”

“Okay sir, thank you sir.”

Muyiwa would have captured this moment with her phone for her social media followers. What would she caption it?

“You are going to love the story.”

“I hope so.” And I hope Muyiwa realizes what she is doing to us, to herself. We were a team, I fed her material lust while she kept me on top of the trend. Without me there would be no her.

And without her, there would be nothing interesting about you.

No, I was already made before she waltz into my life…

Were you?

“We are here.” the shuttle rider announced.
I sighted Muyiwa and her lover waiting for a taxi. Her laughter floated into my ears and my heart clenched. It’d been a long time since I heard her abandon herself to real laughter, the kind that makes her stomach and her breasts wobble. Muyiwa had a maniacal guffaw that caused people to always turn and stare.

The guy must have hated the sound of it.
Or not... he was nodding and smiling like the deluded person he was.

My God! I hated it that she was happy with him, nobody had the right to make her this excited except me.

****

Stroking the bottle that held the hate vial with my fingers, I stared at the key card in my other hand. “Thank you, mother of Hades.”

Everything was falling in place for me as it was prophesied.

“The vial of hate would make him loathe every other woman in his life.”

Balancing my weight on the store table, I tapped the card repeatedly on my teeth and juggled all the possible chances of me sneaking into his suite without being seen.

Getting the key was tough work. Now I had to figure out how to slip the vial into his drink.

I looked at the bottle again. Four of them were given to me. I have used the vial of rejuvenation which would keep me fresh and beautiful for him. Now I had to give him this.

The mother of Hades said three drops would do the work, but I think giving him the whole of it would get the job done faster. Then he would be all mine…

“What is responsible for that big grin on your face?”

Dom. The sound of his voice made me want to yell.

“What are those things you are holding?”

“What? Nothing?” I gave him a warning stare, pushing both hands behind my back.

“Let me see those.” Grabbing my dress, he pulled me to his body and wrestled both the card and the vial out of my hand.

“Give them to me!”

“Whose key card is this?”

“I am a cleaner. Am I not supposed to have access to the villas?”

He shoved me aside, his eyes still on the card.

“The Lagos Luxury Villa.” He turned sharply,
“You are not assigned to clean Luxury Villas this week, how did you get this?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“You want him, you want to sleep with him.”

“And so, what?”

“He has a woman!”

“Don’t tell me that.”

“And you are going to do something to his woman?” He shook the bottle to my face, “Or to him, with this?”

“Give it back.”

“Not until I know what you want to do with it.”
Staring at him with all the hatred in me was all I could do as I couldn’t wrestle the bottle out of his hands.

“You want him that bad? I thought I was enough for you?” I saw his face darkened. What would he do? Smack me? Dom had never raised his hands on me. "Answer me!”

I could snatch the vial off his hand now before he knew it... But my fingers barely touched his when he smashed the bottle on the floor.

“No!” I howled as he smashed the bottle on the floor. “See what you have done! You have destroyed everything!”

The man who stood with brilliant fury in his eyes.

Fifteen

Lucas

THE TOWN WAS A MARRIAGE of sounds, from bicycle wheels, the throaty growl of motorcycles, the exhaust notes of taxis, to chatter that floated and dispersed in the air. What made it more perfect was the friendliness that oozed from the faces of its people.

The smell of food on the streets also made the town a home in a way that bound my soul. I couldn’t resist that, so I located a local vendor and settled for a plate of a recognized delicacy.

“Hmm…” With eyes closed, I savored the taste of the roasted plantain dipped in a peppered sauce.

“How you see am?” The vendor asked.

“Nice, I like it.” I adjusted my butt on the bench and continued eating. “So nice. Like they make it in Nigeria.”

“I been stay for Rivers State, Nigeria for 17 years. Na there I learn am.”

“You learnt well. This is amazing.” Eating on the street was one of the things you would never catch Lucas Opeyemi doing. But mehn... if I was going to add ‘have eaten ‘Gobota made’ Bole and Fish’ to my résumé, I had to eat like the locals.

“This is really good.” I threw a piece of fish in my mouth, licked my oil-smeared fingers, and brought my head up to see the chatty Rotimi Daramola, one of Nigeria’s finest RnB singers walking towards me. The last time I heard of him, he was on a musical tour in the US. What brought him to Gobota?

“Never knew Celebrities do eat local,” he said.

“Says the kid who is about to order a plate for himself.” Rotimi amazed me, he amazed all of us in the entertainment industry. The kid was ready for the world and like me, he had grabbed opportunities with both hands and had shot himself to the top. I was so happy for him. “This tastes like home, trust me.”

“Really!” Rotimi took a seat beside me, signaling the vendor. “I don’t believe I am doing this with you.” He edged towards me.

“I don’t believe myself too, kid.” I pushed the last piece of fish into my mouth and sighed with satisfaction. Wouldn't it be nice to abandon this quest and go get a long, satisfying sleep at the resort?

Why should I care if Muyiwa gets banged by all the men in this town?

“That’s your woman over there.” Rotimi nudged my shoulder.

Looking was a bad idea. Now I couldn't take my eyes off the couple walking down the road holding hands.

“Like she didn’t see us,” Rotimi said with a mouth full.

“Trust me, kid, if she did, she would be sitting on my lap right now.” She’d see us and was trying very hard to make my blood bobble out of jealousy and it’s working. Damn! “Who’s the guy with Muyiwa?”

Rotimi glanced over. “That’s Asim Morrison, the resort’s exercise instructor.”

Really. Gym instructor? A man who does nothing but huffs and puffs to lure fool-headed women? “He works in the resort, uh?”

He's about to kiss his work goodbye then. We would see how he would be able to look another man’s wife in the face when he’s thrown out of the resort. Onahi would do that for me.

“Must be handling your woman real good.” Rotimi must have seen the dark cloud on my face. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Don’t push it, Kiddo.”

“I am sorry, Man.”

My heart lurched out of my body as I looked across the road and... and that idiot had his hands on my Muyiwa’s waist. His face was close to hers, awfully and uncomfortably close. Was it my eyes playing a trick on me or was he nibbling on her ear?

Muyiwa wouldn’t dare screw around for real.
Or would she?

Standing up, I grabbed a bottle of water and gulped down. “See you when I see you, kiddo.” Ego bruised, extremely hurting, I ambled down the road.

Muyiwa could be anything; chaotic, crazy, but she’d never openly hit on a guy and rub it on my face. What then came over her?

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