“Rise and shine, sweet.”
A stirring Kirania lifted her head, her eyes squinted as she lifted her head off the pillow. Stretching and feeling the satisfying crack of stiff bones, she rubbed her eyes and looked at Ferdinand, who was grinning at her as he straightened his tie.
“Wow, it’s past 7 already?” she asked weakly.
He nodded. “I decided to let you have that extra sleep. After all, you were hella busy last night, jumping up and down on your favourite stick.”
She shook her head and smirked. “Hm! Such a sweet memory right there! Nandy was so damn sweet last night, man. I just couldn’t get enough of him. Who would have known that watermelons would make such a difference?”
“Yeah. I dunno how I never knew about it until I Googled it while on the toilet this morning. It was just one random dessert I thought I’d bring home. But anyways, I wanted you to rest a bit more. You definitely need it.”
“Thanks, you sexy mothasucka! So, part 2 of bonfire night tonight, right?”
“Right! I think there are just a few more of her clothes left. So tonight, we burn them all!”
“Hahaha! Absolutely!”
“Oh, and another major thing I should let you know: I’m finally getting a lawyer to start the process.”
“Oh, perfect! Finally!”
As Kirania threw the duvet off her and proceeded to get out of bed, a handful of 200 Ghana cedi notes was dropped on the bed. She looked up at Ferdinand excitedly, who smiled back.
“Just a little token of appreciation for having the sweetest and fittest tits in the world, my sweet.”
Kirania cackled and threw her arms around his waist. “Thanks, Daddy. This will do just fine for my little trip to Palace Shopping Mall.”
“Great! Do what you do gotta do with it, okay? I’m just about done now…”
Twenty minutes later, Ferdinand was at the front door, with Kirania, covered in a see-through blouse, in front of him. As he kissed her goodbye, he looked at her for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. “Uh, babe. You know, you still haven’t told me the origins of the King Julien tattoo. Still kinda curious.”
Kirania folded her arms and smirked. “Why, is he making you uncomfortable when you’re playing with the right tit these days or something?”
He stifled a giggle and shook his head. “Of course not.”
“Then please, stick to just playing with them and leave that history to me… just joking, babe. I’ll give you all the history tonight when you come home. Alright?”
“Hehe, sure. Alright. See you later, then!”
“Sure. And you know what? Get yourself some more watermelons for tonight. Coz goddamn, I need to jump on that sweet dick for at least half an hour tonight.”
Ferdinand smirked. “No problem, sexy. Anything for your enjoyment is my pleasure. Believe that.”
***
Goddamn, Ki! So sexy 🤤🤤🤤
Kirania snickered as the message popped up on her screen.
There was no way Ferdinand would see that picture of her all glammed up and clad in a spicy strapless dress and not get excited. He was probably drooling over it at that very moment.
Just like the other guys in the mall.
She had gone to the salon for a face beat before heading to the mall, and having half the male population there openly thirsting after her. She snickered at the few guys who were brave enough to walk up to her and ask for her number, and the fact that she wouldn’t be answering that phone number she gave to them.
Even as she sat in the Uber, the driver’s persistent peeks through his interior rearview mirror didn’t escape her attention. She simply smirked and shook her head as she continued to take selfies and admire herself before switching to her chat with Ferdinand to type, I’m really slaying, ain’t I?
Response from Ferdinand. So damn much. Damn, I can’t wait to come home to you!
Me too, Dadddyyyyyy. Me too.
***
It wasn’t long before the Uber arrived at the Danso house.
As Kirania duly gave the driver his money and stepped out of the Uber, she saw a car had been parked not too far from the gate.
An unfamiliar-looking Nissan Maxima.
And it looked like the driver was comfortably seated in it, minding his business.
She frowned. Who the hell was that? She wasn’t expecting any visitors, and Ferdinand hadn’t said anything about anyone coming over, so she had no idea what that car was doing there.
“Or is it one of those people who come and park near people’s houses?” she muttered to herself. “If it is, he better move away. Creepy asshole.”
Waiting till her Uber had driven away and there was no one in sight, she carefully walked over to the car, holding the Palace Mall shopping bags. The driver had the window rolled up and was looking at something on the passenger seat, very much oblivious to her approaching.
She knocked on the window. “Excuse me,” she asked huffily. “Are you looking for someone here?”
The driver’s head spun in her direction, looking a bit confused.
She gestured at him in a rather impatient manner. “Are you looking for someone here?” she asked again. “Coz this is my house.”
The driver rolled down the glass and looked at her. “We’re on assignment,” he answered calmly.
Kirania looked perplexed. “What?”
“I said we’re on assignment.”
The perplexed look turned to an irritated one. “Assignment? Gentleman, what kind of…”
Before she could enquire what sort of assignment it was, the back doors had opened, and the next thing she felt was strong, firm hands on her.
Strong, firm hands that pulled her towards the car.
Kirania opened her mouth. “WHAT THE…”
Immediately, a gloved hand clasped her mouth and covered it tightly, as the person behind her dragged her towards the car.
She kicked and struggled, doing her very best to break free from this grasp. “Mmmmmh! Let me go! Let me go!”
“Shut up, woman!” her assailant hissed as he continued dragging her.
At the corner of her eye, she saw one other guy hurriedly open the boot of the car. Already full of panic, she felt the pit in her stomach grow wider.
This was no joke. She was being kidnapped!
She struggled even harder, wishing she’d somehow break free of this scoundrel and run into the house for safety. Anything to get out of this situation!
The iron grip of this man, however, was too strong to break free from. She just didn’t have the strength to match him; he was miles ahead of her in that department.
“Put her in! Put her in!”
She suddenly felt her feet lift off the ground. Immediately, she began kicking out violently, hoping that would take them by surprise.
“Herh! Hold am!”
The second guy grabbed her legs and held them firmly, putting an end to that attempt of hers to break free.
She was tossed into the boot…
And it was slammed shut before she could get the chance to let out another scream.
***
As they got into the car, the two guys nodded at the driver.
He nodded back, and took up the phone on the passenger seat, and dialled a number.
“Hello?”
“We’ve got her.”
“Perfect.”
The vengeance plan is underway…
