chapter 23

Ifeoma stood by the roadside, right beside her car with the bonnet opened, wondering what could have gotten into the car again.

She was dressed in a V-neck blue top and a black skirt that was slitted to her mid thighs. Her four inches black heels glistened and her human hair fell majestically on her shoulders even though it was starting to irritate her skin.

Her rare blue eyes shined as she kept on tapping on her phone and trying to see if whatever was wrong with her car was something she could handle.

Sometimes, she felt like these cars have some demons in them.

How else would she explain what happened to a car that she already took to the mechanic's workshop for service the previous week!

She was looking so frustrated as she stood under the sun expecting her mechanic to just appear right in front of her, repair the d*mn thing and then she could drive home safely. She felt like the sun was draining her magically bright skin and burning it up as she stomped her feet like a little child been deprived of sweets.

She couldn't believe that she was facing this frustration right after work. Who had she offended?

She dialed her husband's number for the sixth time that evening and she felt like smashing her IPhone 7plus on the floor when she heard the same annoying voice say, " The number you're trying to call is not reachable at the moment, please, try again later. Thank you."

She wanted to explain her predicament to him, maybe he might come through for her but it didn't seem possible.

"Madam, I don come " She heard a masculine voice say.

She turned back to see Naira, her favorite mechanic as she sighed with relief even though the sight of him made her boil with anger.

"Naira! You talk say you dey come since an hour ago!" She snapped at the unkempt young man, trying so hard not to pour her whole frustration on the innocent guy.

" No vex , madam. Na traffic. Make I quickly check Wetin Dey do am. " Naira said as he started to work on the car.

Ifeoma shook her head. She knew that it wasn't traffic, the young man simply took his time.

Five minutes later, Naira sighed and stopped working.

Ifeoma eyed him suspiciously.

"Don't tell me that you'll have to tow this car to your workshop again? Don't tell me that this car will not sleep in my compound o ."

"Madam. Na Wetin go happen be that o. The car sef go need thorough servicing. He go use like two days for our workshop ." Naira explained.

"I'm just tired of cars in general. Take it to wherever, are you still using that account number?"

"Yes ma"

"Okay. I'll call you about the money and everything when I get home. Right now, I'm so tired to even start listening to the problem of a car" Ifeoma said as she handed her car key over to the mechanic.

She walked forward trying to wave down a motorcycle or a cab.

A white Mercedes Benz slowed down and parked right in in front of her.

She walked carefully towards the car and when she saw that it was just her boss, she stepped into the back seat right beside him.

"Thank you sir, good evening sir" She greeted as his driver started the car.

"Ifeoma, don't tell me that you've not been home since you left work, that you've been stuck here?" The handsome man asked, his voice laced with concern.

Ifeoma simply smiled.

"I've told you that your car needs to be changed. You just won't listen, if only you heeded to my advances, all these wouldn't be happening to you. I hate to see you face all these troubles" He said, looking between the road and Ifeoma at intervals.

"Sir. Car troubles happens to people who own cars, it's normal sir. And I've told you to stop about this dating of a thing, I'm a married woman sir. I know I don't look like one, but I am and you know that" Ifeoma replied her boss as politely as she could.

She was tired and just didn't have the time to deal with his incessant wooing.

She just couldn't understand how the handsome dark man wouldn't stop pestering a married woman like her about such issues. He had a trail of women on his matter, throwing themselves at him, even at work but he was just on her own matter like Mario.

What do single people find attractive in married people?

"Ifeoma. I'm off that matter, trust me. I honestly like you, a lot and you know that. I respect that you are married but I know you can accommodate me too."

"Mr. Williams, with all due respect, I'd have to tell you to drop me here if you will continue to pester me like this. It makes me very uncomfortable" Ifeoma snapped.

"Okay, okay. Its alright. Calm down"

They didn't exchange a word as they passed by the estate gate and zoomed into their estate. He refused to stop at his gate according to Ifeoma's words since they stayed in the same estate, instead he zoomed on till they reached ifeoma's gate and then stopped.

Ifeoma said a quick thank you as she got out of the car. The hot air engulfed her immediately.

Fikayo stood at the balcony, boiling, as he watched his wife get out of her boss's car. He watched as she walked away and then went back to get something from the man again.

He was furious. What mama told him replayed in his head as he thought about it over and over again.

'Maybe Mama was right,' he thought as he watched her walk into their building.

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Ifeoma collapsed on the bed, too tired to even undress and take a shower. She was dozing off when she heard her husband's voice.

"Is that how tired you are from roaming around the city with that man?" Fikayo said calmly even though Ifeoma could detect the venom behind his words.

She wasn't fazed, she was used to it already. He was always like this whenever he saw her in close proximity with a man, she just couldn't fathom what kind of thoughts went through his head.

The kind of possessiveness he had was just out of this world.

"That man is my boss, Fikayo. And you know that" Ifeoma simply replied. She wasn't in the mood for banters or any argument.

"More reason to even ask more questions! Why would your boss drop you off, where are u coming from with him? Why are you late? Why is your skirt ripped to your thighs?" Fikayo bombarded as Ifeoma sat up.

She felt like laughing but tried not to.

"The same skirt you told me I look beautiful in before I left for work this morning?" She teased.

"It's now ugly" Fikayo replied, as he started to feel fuzzy towards his wife even though he was still insecure and very jealous.

"Okay then. Should I take it off?" Ifeoma teased further as she began to take off the skirt in a very seductive manner.

Fikayo could feel his member begin to throb him as his anger subsided.

How she managed to cool him off when he was very angry or jealous, he would never understand but she had always succeeded whenever she wanted to.

"Come here" Ifeoma called on him lovingly as he walked towards her.

She was already in her panties as she dragged him to sit on the bed very close to herself. She rested on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"I'm not having an affair with any man, babe. I would never do that, I'm yours and yours alone" Ifeoma reassured for the billionth time, even though she knew that this wasn't even supposed to be something she does every time she's seen with a man but knowing the man she got married to, it was a necessity.

Even though she was very tired and not in the mood, she kissed her husband with all her romantic night as he started to dive into her brassiere.

Fikayo went into the sex mood, even though he was still going to do what was on his mind.

'He had to do it. That way, she'd be a more obedient and better wife.

Power shouldn't be in women's hands' He thought as he felt her mouth on his dvck and just like that, he forgot all about it.

For the time being...

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