Her Christmas desire - Season 2 - Episode 9

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Her Christmas desire - Season 2 - Episode 9

Cassie thought she could trust Pelumi; she could no longer hold back her worries.
‘I saw you with the King in the garden, what were you two discussing?’

Pelumi’s hands froze on a green Givenchy mini gown. She couldn’t allow Cassie to suspect the king’s plan.

In order to distract her, Pelumi decided to play a mind game.

‘Why do you ask? Are you jealous?’
Cassie fought hard to keep back her emotions, but the reddening of her cheeks was all that gave her away. Even the response she later offered was weak and shaky.

‘I am not jealous.’
In that moment, Pelumi realized that Cassie was also attracted to the King. She couldn’t wait to report this incidence back to him.

‘Wow!’ Pelumi grinned.
‘What is that?’ Cassie wondered.
‘Well, the King asked me to help change your wardrobe. He wants you to wear one of these for dinner. Luckily for you, I think the red dress would be best.’

First, she was surprised to hear that he had such plans for her. Secondly, he had no right to boss her around. Hell, she had already lost her rights as a human being when he had kidnapped her. Wasn’t that enough for him?
‘You’re joking right?’ A crackling laughter poured out generously from Cassie’s lips as she stared at the array of expensive dresses. From what she observed, they couldn’t have cost less than five hundred thousand.

Only men, who cared about women in a certain way, would spend so much on dresses.

‘I am not. I must leave now Princess. I have other things to attend to.’ Pelumi had a feeling Cassie wasn’t thrilled about the dresses. In order not to get involved in her complaining or rebellion, Pelumi quickly rushed towards the door and out of the room.
Before Cassie could stop her, it was too late.
‘Wait, Pelu…’

Anger coursed down her spine as she stared at the dresses. She buried her knees in the dresses and inspected them one after the other.

‘How on earth does he expect me to wear these scandalous dresses?’ She couldn’t believe Yemi would ask that of her.

If a dress wasn’t thigh revealing, it was designed to show cleavage. If it wasn’t showing a portion of her belly, it was too tight on her hips.

‘A dinner dress you want, a dinner dress you will get.’ A mischievous smile played on her lips as she stared at the curtains. She was going to make something out of them.

Although a week had passed, Eno was still basking in the memory of Sam’s skillful lovemaking. Spending time with him was always worthwhile, and it made her wonder what her life would be like once she returned to America.

She had applied for an extension on her Christmas break; luckily it was time for leaves, so they had fixed her in. She had approximately six weeks to remain in Nigeria.
‘I will miss him.’ She thought, a feeling of sadness wading in to spoil the moment she had once enjoyed.

Eno forced the thought of her mind and focused on her man. Sam was a god in bed. He knew how to make a woman submit.

His hands were learned, they knew the right places to touch and caress. His hands could send one to dreamland with their soothing touch. She loved it most when his elongated fingers found their way beneath her abdomen, and towards the opening between her thighs.

His lips and tongue knew the right crevices to fill. Anytime he used his tongue on her, her whole body surrendered to the renewed manner that he offered her pleasure.

A soft m0an eluded her lips as scenes from her last bedroom encounter with Sam replayed in her mind. Her reverie was short lived as Elena had heard her m0ans and ran downstairs.

‘Sister?’ Elena eyed Eno suspiciously.
She had thought something bad had happened. She had lost Cassie for now, she couldn’t lose Eno again.

‘Yes?’ Eno quickly straightened on the couch, hoping her sister wouldn’t know the train of her dirty thoughts.

‘Are you alright? I heard you groaning.’ Elena settled beside her sister.

Eno stifled a laugh, how sweet and innocent Elena was.

‘I am fine darling, what have you been up to?’ Eno shifted closer to Elena and leaned her head on Elena’s shoulders.

Elena sighed, ‘I have been researching on a particular problem, just when I thought I’ve found my answers. It gets trickier.’ Elena shrugged.

Eno wondered what her sister had been up to.
‘Um, care to share?’

Elena was hesitant at first. She didn’t want to come off as nosy after carrying out some findings about her sister’s boyfriend.
‘It’s about Sam,’ she finally decided to let the cat out of the bag.

‘Sam?’ Eno’s heart jolted. Was something wrong with her baby? Had Elena discovered something bad about him?

Elena could see the confusion in her sister’s eyes. Eno probably thought her man was cheating.

‘He isn’t cheating on you; I just want to ask you a few questions about him.’ Elena smiled a bid to calm her sister who was already shaken.

Eno felt respite on hearing that, ‘You scared me dear, and that guy has gotten under my skin. I have never felt something this powerful for anyone. It scares me at times. I don’t know if this is healthy, but my heart tells me that it is right.’ She couldn’t wait to hear Elena’s question.

The scar on Sam’s forehead was a significant one and Elena had come across it when she had been working on an article for a newspaper she worked for briefly; before starting her own blog.

The article had been an expose on the lives of the most notorious Nigerian criminals that ever worked the surface of the earth. One man on the list was forced to confess that he belonged to a cult which served the purpose of humanity.

He had cried to the jury about his innocence, but like the others, he was hanged. His name was Ifeanyi Ogene and he had been the leader of the Knights of Robin Hood. And he had a similar scar on his forehead.

‘How did Sam become scar faced?’ Elena held her breath, while waiting for an answer.
The time which she waited for the answer seemed like years because her sister couldn’t offer a response.

‘I…I don’t know. I’ve never asked but I guess it was an accident.’ Eno stuttered, feeling bad that she had never asked Sam about the scar.

Elena could tell that her sister’s answer was shaky. It wasn’t strong enough. Two people couldn’t have the exact scar, and at the same spot on their bodies. Maybe she was going crazy from watching too much detective movies. But she had a feeling that Sam’s scar would lead her to an important discovery.

‘Why do you ask?’ Eno shifted uncomfortably in the sofa.

Elena smiled, ‘Nothing, I was just curious.’ Elena couldn’t let her sister know about her research on Samuel Ojonugwa. She resolved in her heart that she wouldn’t ask her sister anymore question about him.

She would find about all she needed about Sam without her sister’s knowledge. She was a blogger, and she had been trained in the art of information collection.


‘What are your plans for valentine?’ Elena quickly changed the topic because she noticed how uncomfortable Eno was after the question.

However, the topic of the lovers’ yearly celebration brightened Eno’s features and she quickly forgot about Sam’s scar.
‘I can hardly wait. It is a few weeks ahead and you know Valentine had always been my best season.’ Eno winked. Of all celebrations that existed, she was always drawn to lovers’ feast.

Elena could see that her sister was deeply in love with Sam. She hoped that whatever she discovered about him wouldn’t be negative. Eno had finally found love after many years of being alone. She was happy and in a good place. ‘I cannot ruin this.’ Elena thought .