Countless - S01 E82

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Countless - S01 E82

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 82

Not to consider the wryly smile that dominated her face this older woman was still as beautiful and breathtaking as she was the last time I saw her. Its d--n obvious that she has a fetish for red things as she was claded in a red overcoat that stopped just above her knee and the blue sleeveless dress underneath her coat helped to adorned her exquisite outlooks and mesmerising features. The red stiletto shoes she wore also aid in complimenting her winsome appearance not to talk of her dark and long wavy hair

“Just when I thought you’d reached the zenith of your sexual transgressions, yet here you are, barely 30mins out of your unconsciousness, I caught you fvcking one of my workers…” She paused and nodded her head in a pitiful way. “durrgh! is there no limit to your shameless life? Eh!” She snarled at me and I felt a bit nervous at the furious look on her face

‘just when I also thought you’d reached the Skye of your determination to ruin my life, apparently, here you are, at the helms of my present problems! Fvck you!’ I wanted to say that to her but with the insight that, that might not augur well, I kept my mouth firmly shut

She scrutinized me scornfully from head to toe while I remain silent and she let out a disgusting hiss before she hit a sledge hammer on the tensive mood between us in the strange room.
“Darous don’t you have the least bit of dignity atall? Eh?” She queried with another angry tone but this time I summoned up the courage to fire back at her

“whats the meaning of this accusations eh? And what the fvck do you mean by……?” My effontery was met by two successive slaps from her

I was shocked to the a-----e as the slaps landed on my cheeks and my vision became temporarily blurry. I rubbed my painful cheeks and let out a groaning sound

“what tha hell is that…?” I flared up at her but before I could continue, she sent another left handed slap across my face and I yelped in another version of pain

“you have the audacity to talk back at me!…..look around boy! This is my empire! I now have the dominion over you and your miserable life!….I can decide to kill you right now or whenever I want and no one! I repeat NO ONE will ever question me about you….From now, I suggest you don’t get me angry! Or else! You’d be sorry you did!” She ended with a strong furious countenance

All through her lamentations and furiousations, my left palm remained in a pacifying relationship with my painful cheek. The slap was so painful to the extent that I couldn’t find my voice to reply her

I felt something sticky on my palm when I finally withdraw it and showed it to my face. It was blood! My own precious blood! Chai… I just lost two litres of blood to this stewpid woman…Her ring must have grazed my cheek when she landed those Keep-Quiet slap on my face

The pain, coupled with all the memories of how I got myself into this mess began to Youtube inside my brain as I continue to stare at my blood stained palm. Then suddenly, a battle of whether to cry or to form a big boy started in my mind but unfortunately as fate would have it, I succumbed to the former while I subconsciously notify the latter to go to hell.
In simpler words, hot tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I began to whimper uncontrollably

“oh fvck! You made me hurt you!”

With a sidelong glance, I watch with teary eyes as she brought out a white hanky from the pocket of her coat and moved closer to me

She held my head up and began to mop my tears away. I tried to disengage her hand from me but she just pulled me into her bossom and gave me a tight cuddling and I whimpered the more

Suprisingly, she joined me on this crying trip and I was left to wonder what might have triggered the awful emotions from her

On my own part, I wasn’t crying because of the slap, rather I was crying at how my life had been so full of mishaps and unfortunate incidences

Only shango can tell how I ended up in all this messful mess. A week can’t pass by without handing me one or two adventures of trouble to battle

“sshhh….am so sorry for hurting you dear….please stop……please…” She said amid sobs and pulled me more tighter into her rich fragrance body

We were both like that for almost 5mins before the heavily built man called Ghadri came inside to inform her that she has a visitor

“dear, take a bath and get yourself refreshed. I need to attend to someone now. I will see you later…” She gave me a peck on the forehead and exited the room

***

Two hours later, I was back again to my handsome self, dressed in a red anorak top and a black cargo pants that I picked from the clothes in the room. I found a styptic plaster inside the drawer to cover my wounded cheek. My phone was no where to be found and I take the hint that it must be with the Boss

A knock landed on the door and Ghadri came inside

“yah presence is needed upstairs sir.” He declared in his foreign accent and beckoned me to follow him which I did fidgettingly.

Please you will have to forgive me if I eventually fail in my quest to give you the full description of the beauty and extravagant looks of the interior of this mystique building but nonetheless I’ll try my best by going straight to the point, so to say, the Interior was tastefully and richly designed

I was ushered into the classy and over tastefully furnished living room by Ghadri who exited instantly

Cold shivers ran down my spine as she beckoned me to sit down on the wonky sofa opposite her. A glass coffee table with a flower vase gracing the beauty of the room separated our siting positions

She rose up and catwalked towards the glass bar whence she came back with a new bottle of Baileys and two red mugs. She opened it and pour a medium quantity of the drinks into the mugs and we began to drink slowly

“hnmmn dear….” She cleared her throat after dropping her mug on the table and smiled afterwards before she contd. “this calling is strictly about business, but before we attend to that, lets clear the air on everything that has transpired between us, both in the past and recently….ok?” I gave her an affirmative shrug and she proceeded. “so dear, am sorry for everything…and I mean everything. Please forgive me and let it be bygones.”

It felt somehow awkward and strange hearing that from her. But if am to learn from my past mistakes, she might be trying to smoodge me with her smarmy approach and I wasn’t ready to fall into any kind of bullshit again….

“say something please.” She interrupted my thoughts with a serious look and took another sip from the mug

I placed the mug gently on the table and cleared my throat. “well, before I can really forget everything, I only have one curious question and I’ll be glad if you can answer it with all honesty.”

“hmm, I wont like you taking my leniency for granted….but because you’re you…..I’ll answer your question, so what is it?”

“thanks for that…please how are you related to Doris?” I dropped that outrightly and she seems a bit daunted with my question as she heaved a deep sigh before she spoke

“Doris….Doris….my good friend long before you were born…..we had an issue some years ago which led to our break up, but ironically, we found eachother again through you and……”

“through me?” I cut in curiously. “how?”

“I don’t usually tolerate people especially my workers interrupting me while am talking but seeing as you’ll soon be one, please take note of that….understand?” She stated with a sultry voice that got me slightly nervous

“y…es yes…” I stuttered

“fine…yes we met again through my search for you. She told me she had a personal scores to settle with you and I offerred to help her out which was how you got here.” She ended with a tone of finality

“and what kind of issue did she….”

“you said one question!” She curts in angrily, leaning forward as our eyes interlocked eachother and some moments of silence penetrated the room thereafter. “now, enough said about Doris, cos you are never seeing her again….lets get to business.” She leaned back and gulp down the remaining drinks in her mug.

I had a lot of confusing thoughts and questions playing Hide and Seek in my mind but seeing as one more trip down the questioning lane might hand me another unwanted ordeal, I decided to let it slide and focus on the new task ahead.

“dear, am sorry for shouting at you. Pleas……” Another moment of awkwardness escorted her uncompleted speech.

“erm…am also sorry for my earlier rudeness towards you…am sorry.” I stated painstakingly staring at her crossed legs

“well then, you’re sorry, am sorry, so lets call it even and forget it ever happened.” She smiled, reached for her bag and took out a hanky which she used in mopping her forehead.

“now to business, I want you to join me in my business and, if you prove yourself to me to be trustworthy, I might be tempted to handover my empire to you.”

“what type of business is that?”

“I deal in drugs and I mean high class drugs…”

“you mean like paracetamol and ibucaps?” I asked ignorantly

“are you this dumb? Do I look like a pharmacist to you or this place a pharmacy?” She lashed out angrily

“am sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

“alright…alright…I shouldn’t have shouted at you…am sorry, but to answer your question, I deal in cocaine and heroin….” She paused to check my reaction which was an astounded one and she contd. “don’t get yourself worked up. Your work will be to monitor the sales and purchase of the drugs.”

‘sh!t! This is the headquater of problem! Shango show me the way! Please!’ I cried out mentally

“and its not as if am gonna let you walk out of here if you decline my offer….So what do you say?” She picked her phone and got busy with it while awaiting my reply.

“urm…I…I..” I was still stuttering before I noticed a figure lurking behind the beads curtain adorning the entrance of the dinning area

It was Bianca and she was mouthing