AND THE WINNER IS...

Bosco led Monica into the lobby of the apartment. The guard inside recognized Bosco and they waved at each other. They had met several times, during the previous times he was here to visit his girlfriend, and they had become familiar with each other.  If it was someone else, he could have stopped them before grilling them on their purpose within this exclusive building. 

Monica and Bosco left the lobby and entered the sleek elevator on the ground floor. It was her first time being inside this opulent and exclusive Coconut Apartments. Her fingers brushed the polished stainless-steel walls of the elevator, and she marveled at the soft, warm lighting that made the interior feel like a cozy cocoon.

The doors closed, and a hush enveloped them. Bosco pressed the button for the 20th floor, and the elevator silently began its ascent.

  It wasn't just an elevator; it was a glass-walled capsule that seemed to float up the building. The cityscape unveiled itself before their eyes as they climbed higher and higher. A big contrast between the elevators they were used to, at the university and Dodoma Hospital.

Monica's heart raced as she gazed out of the glass walls. The sprawling metropolis stretched out below, presenting with a view she only saw in movies. Skyscrapers stood tall, their glass exteriors shining under the morning sunlight. The streets buzzed with life far below.

Bosco watched Monica's reflection in the glass, her eyes sparkling with amazement. He couldn't help but smile. Her wonderment added a new layer of magic to the experience he had grown accustomed to.  He remembered the impression he got the first time he rode in this elevator, it was no different from hers.

"Monica, are you ready to lose the 100 WCs?" He raised the question concerning their bet. 

With what she had seen and experienced, he knew there was little doubt in her mind that he told her the truth.

"I have not yet conceded defeat," she told him as continued gazing at the city below through the glass elevator as they ascended.

It was not in her nature, to concede defeat so quickly.

As they reached the 20th floor. The soft hum of the elevator's machinery came to an end. The doors gracefully opened to reveal the corridor leading to Agnes' luxurious apartment. They stepped out, out with their suitcases trailing behind them.

A stunning beautiful lady was waiting for them in front of an open door. She walked to Bosco and hugged him before kissing him passionately in front of Monica.

Monica examined her with interest. She saw a stunningly beautiful lady of around 20 years with enchanting brown eyes. Her heart-shaped face was framed by intricately stitched black cornrow braids that adorned her ebony skin, creating an intricate tapestry of culture and grace.

Standing at five feet six inches, she possessed a slim yet irresistibly curvy body, the very embodiment of sensuality. She carried herself with an air of confidence that left Monica captivated. Monica took a closer look at Agnes' bosom. She saw that her breasts were prominently perched on her small chest, hinting at either surgical enhancement or a generous youthful lift that defied gravity.

Her hips were wide with a rounded compact ass, a testament to the allure of her figure. Monica straight away knew why Bosco was enamored with her: she was a head-turner. 

Agnes was putting on an elegant leopard print backless dress, which amplified her beauty to the zenith. 

After they broke off the kiss, Bosco spoke up. "Monica, meet my girlfriend, Agnes Nzanzu. She is the one I have been telling you about."

Monica forced a smile on her face, she begrudgingly accepted that this woman's beauty surpassed her own. She extended her hand and spoke, "Agnes, it is nice to meet you. I am Monica Namatovu, Bosco's colleague from EAMU, we are in the same class."

Agnes shook her dainty hand, "Monica, welcome to my home. It is nice to meet you, rarely do I get to meet his friends."

"The pleasure is mine; I have heard so much from him about you. You cannot imagine my excitement at finally meeting you." Monica told her.

Despite her jealousy of Agnes Nzanzu's beauty, she found that she was easygoing.

"Please come in and have a seat," Agnes told them while leading the way to the sitting room. Bosco pushed their suitcases over the sparkling marble tiles.

"I have been waiting for you guys to arrive," Agnes Nzanzu said in a voice laced with excitement. "All is set. Monica, what can I get you?" She asked her once she had taken a seat.

"Water will be fine," Monica answered.

She turned to Bosco and asked, "What about you lover boy?" 

  Bosco did not hesitate to answer, "Baby, the usual."

"Okay love," said Agnes as she went to fetch him orange juice and water for Monica.

"Bosco…", Monica called him hesitantly. They were alone in the sitting room.

"Yes Monica," Bosco responded, wondering what was on her mind. "Hope all is well?" He added.

Monica did not look at him, she looked at the tiled floor. "I accept, you have won the bet." She said in a soft voice as she accepted her defeat.

This did not come as a surprise to Bosco, "I told you so. Better pay up before you change your mind." He reminded her.

Monica did bother to answer back. She instead picked her smartphone from the handbag; she opened the bank app and wired him his winnings.

Bosco heard the soft sound of a message coming from his smartphone. He picked it up from his pocket and saw a notification telling him that 100 WCs had been credited to his account.

He turned to her and said in a gloating tone, "Monica, it was nice doing business with you."

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