Tomiwa knew she was in for big trouble but what she didn't know was that the trouble was not just big. It was humongous.

She sat on the edge of the bed of 'her room' staring at the things she didn't notice the last time she had been there. The room was filled with things that were either white or grey. The blue oversized shirt with the black skinny jeans she was putting on made her look out of place, like she didn't belong there.

Her eyes went to the humongous wardrobe filled with dresses and other dress accessories that looked like they were gotten just for her. She smiled to herself, taking out her phone to take proper pictures of the room. Tife would definitely love the aesthetics as she was a white person.

Tife….

Tomiwa sighed inwardly. She had not been a good friend to Tife. Heck, she couldn't even remember the last time they saw or spoke on their usual lengthy phone calls.

Her mind briefly went back to the moment Femi's lips met hers. She blushed like a young girl who got acknowledged by her crush for the first time. His lips were so soft, even softer than she would have ever imagined. And his full, naturally carved eyebrows were so…….

You're getting married to my Femi.

She shook the smile off her face. She definitely shouldn't be thinking of her best friend's Femi.

The commanding footsteps she heard next drawing towards her room got her adjusting herself and attempting to look composed when in the actual sense, she was almost melting in fear.

"Where have you been, Iretomiwa?" He walked in clad in just a pair of baggy ash joggers and took a seat on the grey couch, crossing his legs like he owned the place.

Well, he literally did own the place.

Tomiwa drew in a copious amount of air to calm her racing nerves down but when her eyes met his angry ones, she faltered. "I…I went to KCCN."

He looked at her like she just spoke Arabic.

"Sorry, I…I mean Korean Cultural Centre Nigeria. It's a place for Korean-"

He drew forward, shortening the distance between them. He spoke in a calm voice that wasn't calm at all. "Iretomiwa, I didn't ask for these details. Just tell me who the fuck you were with."

Tomiwa didn't know when tears started rolling down her cheeks. She opened her mouth severally but ended up closing it because she just couldn't think of anything to say.

Why did Femi just have to be there?

She just wanted to have a fun time away from all the drama around her but somehow his presence at the event made the drama worse.

Tobe gripped her by the shoulders and shook her like she was a piece of salt floating on oil, forcing her to look straight into his livid eyes. "When I ask you a question, you should fucking answer me."

"I…I swear, I was not with anybody. It's just that Femi Coker was there….. But.. But it was a coincidence."

He released her from his hold and let out mocking laughter. It had to be that she thought of him as a fool for her to say that to him.

"Iretomiwa…." He stood up and walked a few metres away from her, still chuckling. "It was a coincidence, right?"

"I swear."

"Did you fuck him?"

"No…No I didn't even…."

"Then did you kiss him?"

Tomiwa couldn't speak.

He returned to the sofa, taking his time to relax "I guess you did. Was that also a coincidence?"

Deep down, Tomiwa wondered why she was so scared of the man seated in front of her. The same man she wooed and had so much control over when she met him for the first time. All her efforts to gather even a little courage couldn't even be seen as efforts because she was scared of that same courage.

She was petrified.

"Strip."

She remained motionless.

"I said you should fucking strip, Iretomiwa. Take your clothes off."

In less than twenty seconds, Tomiwa stood stark naked before him. He reached out to the drawer closest to him and pulled out a pack of condoms.

"Tobenna please." She didn't want to sleep with him. She just wanted to sleep with herself and cry as much as she wanted.

He drew one out of the packet. "I don't like the thought of my woman having anything to do with another guy."

Tomiwa could feel herself shaking. "But I didn't…."

"Get on the bed, Iretomiwa. Get on the bed, spread those legs and touch yourself." He freed his thick shaft from its confinement and began to stroke it gently. "I want to see you touch yourself."

Tomiwa tried, she tried to do as he said but she could only cry.

"You're being very naughty, baby." He stood up and slid the condom down his organ. "After I'm done making you scream, you won't let that boy touch you ever again."

"Tobenna please," she whimpered.

If only she had just told Femi Coker everything, maybe he would have rescued her.

Before she could understand what was going on, he pulled her towards the edge of the bed and rammed his condom protected shaft into her unaroused inviting lips.

The pain felt like torture. It began slowly and then intensified making her scream in agony. Her body had never been so rough handled. He pulled out his entire length and rammed it back into her with a satisfied groan escaping his lips.

With every thrust, Tomiwa felt like she was stripped off a year from the years she was supposed to live. She remained still, wondering if she was ever going to make it out alive.

When Tobenna noticed that the woman he was furiously trying to punish was barely breathing, he panicked. He withdrew his now limp shaft from her insides and attempted to touch her.

"Ireto……" He withdrew his hand almost immediately because it felt like he placed his hand on a pot filled with boiling water. He sat beside her, gaping at her pale face in an attempt to see if she was at least conscious.

"Water……" It seemed like she spoke with the last strength in her body.

He heard her. Clearly in fact, but he remained still, watching her use her rasp breathes to plead with him for just one glass of water. When he felt like he had watched her to his satisfaction, he stood up and walked away, locking the door firmly and taking the keys and her clothes with him.

Tomiwa could barely open her eyes. Even with the air conditioner being in full blast and at the lowest temperature, her hyperthermia continued to worsen. Even in her birthday suit, it still felt like she was lost in the midst of the Sahara desert.

Femi, can't you just call me?......

She could feel her own sobs but her usual fountain of tears were nowhere to be found. She tried to take in as much oxygen as she could in a bid to calm herself down, hoping that at least Tobenna would take pity on her and save her.

He can't be that heartless. No?
But I should at least hear Femi's voice once more before I vanish……

Her phone vibrating besides her was all the motivation she needed to at least move her body. She had totally forgotten that her phone was just where a little stretched out hand could reach.

If not that she needed the phone urgently, she would have flung it away out of anger.

Stupid MTN people.

With the help of the adrenaline being pumped out of her adrenal glands wherever she thought of dying, she dialled Tife's number.

"What is it Iretomiwa?" She definitely knew all was not well. She swallowed a lump in her parched throat trying to get her frail voice together.

"Ba..bes..."

"What?" All the adrenaline her body pumped just went down the drain instantly. She pulled the phone away from her ear to confirm if it was her best friend she called. Her fragile heart received its hundredth arrow of the day at the sight of Femi Syndromic Tife☻︎❤︎.

"I…It's….."

She tried swallowing her saliva to see if her voice could at least be a little louder. "It's just that I......"

"You what?" There was a brief pause. "See, Iretomiwa if you no fit talk, abeg, please, ejoor, kindly end the call. You're not the only one with problems here. Stop being a selfish, spoiled rich brat."

Tomiwa could not believe her ears. She had not used a cotton bud in weeks so it was definitely possible that she didn't hear well.

"Tife....."

"Eheh, What? See I'll talk to you later." She didn't even give her the chance to speak before she ended the call.
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Sitting down on his king sized bed, he flung the items in his hands away from his hold. He looked at the clouds through his transparent glass sliding doors and then bursted into laughter.

Nothing was amusing; except the fact that he was now a demon, a beast, a devil.

Nothing was amusing; except the fact that he couldn't even stop them from hurting the only woman he had ever loved, the only woman who had forgotten all about him but even things as minor as her favourite toothpaste, he could still recall.

He was supposed to be the head. But a quick glance at his reflection in the large mirror wardrobe was enough to specifically point it out to him that he was nothing but a tail and a pushover.

In simpler words, he was a puppet.

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Let the media calm down first because the kind of stress this chapter gave me.

I almost typed my Lord's name but I promised not to type it anyhow 😭😭.. JEEZZZZ!!!!

Media: Motivational quote specially for me and Iretomiwa because the kind of shegiyan banza we don see. If e motivate to too, tohh thank Yahweh 😪♥️

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