James, Fred, Henry, Steve, Marcus, and I can do this all day, counting the numerous boyfriends Amaka has ever dated in her already spent years on earth. Men were something she found very attracted to, and her unimaginable beauty made it impossible for men to resist her, including me.
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As beautiful as she appears, I did notice these men always end up dumping her. I felt really bad for her as I presumed men only wanted her body, but I had no idea what really happened.
After summoning enough courage, I approached Amaka with a proposal to be her boyfriend, promising her everything she could ever want. I had not even completed naming all my promises when she told me yes. I stood there wondering what just happened. Is she that lonely that she needed a companion that badly? I asked myself. I counted myself lucky, but I wish I had known better.
We went on multiple dates, and everything was going fine. I was so in love that I had lost all trace of common sense. I breathed her, thought of her, and practically lived for her. Just when I thought things could never go downside, she requested another date which I approved of without a second thought.
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“Oh baby, thank you for granting me this one wish,” she appeared before me dressed in a sleek red gown that perfectly fit her body shaped like an hourglass.
“Anything for you, my love,” I smiled, mesmerized by her beauty.
“Babe, the reason I called for this date is to take things a little bit further. We have been dating for six months now, and I think it’s time for me to tell you my rules and regulations,” she concluded. I swallowed saliva, hoping this was not a means to bill me as I am not very stable financially.
“Go ahead, I am listening,” my eyes were glued to hers. Something must kill a man, I whispered, but what is to kill me is around the corner.
“My few rules and simple rules are these, since we plan to live with each other from now on, you must do all the dishes, wash the clothes, pick up my business calls, take me clubbing every Friday, no touching, no kisses, no hugs, no suggestions, no complaints, you must be ready to be the ‘YES’ man,” she concluded with her hypnotizing smile.
I pondered for a while. “She is not even asking for money. If this is what she wants, I can do this. My goal is to make her happy.”
“It’s a deal,” I grinned. She kissed me on the cheek and left without a word. I sat up and watched her leave.
“I love you,” I whispered.
So, the day we decided to live with each other, I suggested she moves into my house, but she said her father’s vacant mansion would be better. She is a daughter of a rich man, and I thought living in a mansion would help us retain our high status.
So that weekend, I visited her with my belongings. I had barely knocked on the door when she opened it.
“Hi, I have been waiting for you. Put the bags and rush into the kitchen, dear. I need your help in tidying up the place,” she urged me.
“Like right now?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes, now. Please,” she made an irresistible puppy face.
I sluggishly walked into the kitchen and got to work. Before long, from the kitchen, I found myself outside washing heaps of clothes, including underwear and bras. After washing the clothes, I washed her cars, trimmed the garden, fed her dog, gave her a massage, and when I thought the work was over, she sent me upstairs to wash each toilet allocated to each room.
I sat and thought if this was right, but I loved her, and my goal was to make her happy. I got upstairs and thought it was only a few toilets, but lo and behold, I was greeted with 15 toilets. I never knew the mansion was that big.
I encouraged myself. “15 is a small number, I’ll finish it before I know it,” so I started from one room to the other. At the fourth toilet, I started to feel dizzy, but I waved it off.
“I am a man, 15 toilets are no big deal,” I consoled myself. I had barely finished scrubbing the 6th toilet when I fainted. I saw nothing but white light. I murmured to myself.
“So, is this how I die in someone’s toilet?” I questioned myself.
Suddenly I felt water poured on my face; it was Amaka trying to revive me. I finally came back to life. At the sight of Amaka, I began to run down the stairs; she took a shorter route and got to the last floor before me.
“Where do you think you are going?” she asked.
I looked at her, breathing heavily. I tricked her and dodged her grip. It was a fight between love and death. She couldn’t afford to lose me, and I couldn’t afford to die. I made it through the gate.
Viammmm!!!! I was gone.
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