Let’s Play – Chapter 13

Keywords: Let’s Play, Nigerian, Free, Web Novel, Drama, Romance, Play Girl, Fabling Pam, Adventure, Fablingverse

+Ikem+

“Check this out,” I said to Bolaji as I made myself a healthy sandwich of mayonnaise, sardine, and lettuce. I probably added corned beef to it, I cannot remember, but it was healthy according to me. He turned to face me from the television, “Mr. Okon recently booked a room in the Emirates hotel.

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“That wack Hotel?” he said and refaced the television.

“Well, it’s logical that he goes to a hotel where nobody will expect to see himtoto be on the safer side,” I munched almost half of the sandwich down.

“Yup, that is right,” He said, not looking away from the television.

I swallowed the sandwich then spoke again, in “So, Tomorrow, I’ll put a video camera in his hotel room.” I helped myself with another mouthful. It was delicious.

“I would ask you how you hoped to do that, but then again, it is you,” He said, still not taking his eyes away from the television, and I smiled at his compliment and continued eating my sandwich.

I got up very early on Saturday, did not bother to take a shower since I would be taking one at the hotel, even though I was going there on a ‘mission’, that Bolaji would pay for; yes, that was the main reason I wanted to enjoy it till the last, I was also going to order for room service till I could not move, even though I very well doubted the dining service of the hotel.

I put on a blue t-shirt and black jeans, grabbed my car key, and left, but not before I smirked at myself in the mirror. It had to be a crime to be this good-looking.

+Bimbo+

I spent the rest of the week observing Clara, avoiding Chinedu, and planning for the downfall of a certain Mister. Not my regular week, but the tide seemed to move that way, so I went along with it.

I finally decided to go for the fundraiser and left Daniella to handle whatever I was going to wear. I had not seen Ikem or Chinedu all week, so let’s just say my week went well.

The Saturday finally came, the day I would get to ruin Nutty Prof’s life and the day I break the cupid’s arrow on Clara’s boyfriend.
I got dressed in denim jeans and a red off-the-neck sweater and put my hair up in a ponytail. “Dan, I’m off, will be back before the dance!” I shouted and ran out of the room with my car keys.

Instead of driving to the Emirates as he expected, I drove to his house. It was exactly as Tobi had described it to Dan ”you can’t miss it.” It was big and had marbles on the wall with a huge corridor, from which you could see half the whole estate. I mentally screamed wow! And parked my car in front of the gate.

I was surprised at first, but I came to the conclusion that the house belonged to his wife or that he inherited it. Because the average professor’s salary would not buy that kind of house.

I came down from my car, walked to the gate, and pressed the ‘gate’ bell. The ‘gate’-man answered me almost immediately.
“She is not around?” He answered the moment he saw me.

“Who do you think I’m here for?” I asked, not having a plan to leave until I saw his wife, although I already had a plan B
“Joan, his daughter,” he said offhandedly, as if I was wasting his time just by standing there.

“I’m here to see Mrs. Okon,” I maintained my calm mode of speech.

“Why,” he asked rather rudely.

“Don’t annoy me, even though it is your job?” I said shooting him ‘daggers eyes’ then I continued “Tell her I’m here from the school, that her husband is involved and she really didn’t want to miss this” He took in what I said with a frown and closed the gate on my face, I walked to my car and sat on the hood waiting for the unlucky wife to come out.

After a few minutes of waiting for her, she hurried outside the gate and stopped when she saw me.

“Good morning, ma,” I greeted warmly.

“Good morning, how may I help you?” She asked like she really meant the ‘help’ part.

I stood up straight and answered her, “My name is Bimbo, I’m a student of Unilag, your husband asked me to pick you up.”

“My husband, why?” She looked too surprised.

“Beats me,” I shrugged.

“Are we going in your car?” She asked, sort of looking down on my car. It was a 2004 Mercedes, but to me, it was still the best car in the world. Not everybody could be as rich as she was.

“Well, ma, I’d prefer you come in your car since I do not plan on waiting for you,” I said smugly and lay back on the hood of my car and folded my hands on my chest.

“Okay, wait for a second, and I have a GPRS on my car, so don’t try anything stupid, I’d” She warned as she went, and I did not blame her for being suspicious. If some random person came to my house and told me to follow them, I would not. But then again, I knew she was a lawyer, plus every woman’s curiosity leads them when it comes to their husbands.

The gates to the mansion opened up after about twenty minutes, and a black Lamborghini drove out, ‘no wonder she looked down at my car’. I got into my own car, started the engine, and waved to her to follow. me
When we got to a quiet street, et she honked her horn for me, and I slowed down a little, so our cars were beside each other.

“Where are we going again?” She wound down her window and asked.

“Don’t worry, three more turns and you will find out?” I said, then picked up a little speed.

We finally got to the hotel, and disgust was written all over her face as she got out of her car. I did not blame her again. The hotel was nothing to write home about. It was old and not fascinating, the gates were rusted, and the doors looked like a little puff from Barbie would tear them all down. I walked in, and she followed me, but she brought out a hankie from her bag and used it to open the door, unlike me, who had used my bare hand.

I walked upstairs with her following behind me, when we got to the floor he had booked for us, I stopped walking to face his wife.
“Why did you follow me?” I asked her, intentionally locking our eyes.

“Because I am curious by nature,” She answered nervously, and I could tell that she was going through all the possible imaginations on the reason why I had brought her there. I nodded my head and continued walking towards his room door. I took one look at his wife again, then turned the handle of the door. There, there was a prostitute on his arm, and that was enough for his wife to see and get a heart attack, even though I hoped she did not because she probably did not deserve a husband like him.

“Daddy, is the door behind us open?” She asked so innocently, like she was not the one who had closed it.

He looked over at the door, and the first person he saw was me, and a smug grin spread across his .face “So you finally decide to …..” he was saying, when his wife stepped into the room with her hand over her mouth and her face looking like it was going to explode any time soon.

Instead of throwing the prostitutease most men would do, hejust layd there, staring at his wife with guilt written all over his face, and stared back at him with rage, disappointment, shock, what can you think of written all over her face.

The prostitute grabbed the blanket from the bed, covered herself with it, and stood up from the bed. Thensheen picked her clothes up from the floor and walked into the bathroom, leaving Nutty Prof naked on the bed.d, I had to turn my head away from the bed because the sight was disturbing.

After a minute, she came out of the bathroom fully clothed with the bed sheet dragging on the floor behind her. She threw it on him to cover him up, then picked up her purse and walked towards me, the door, I was standing next to the door.

I put my hand in my pocket and brought out a bundle of one thousand naira notes, and counted out t, en and gave it to her.
“The camcorder is behind the television set,” She said as she took the money.

“Thank you,” I quietly said, then added, “You do know you are gifted, right? There are a lot of things you can do with your life apart from this.”

She gave me asadd smileand then walked out of the room.

To be continued…

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