Dear Zaddy 6.

Sometimes Shola will think to herself that she was just very unlucky. First it was the very unfortunate incident with the white guy as she now regarded him. His name left an unwanted taste in her mouth even though the man himself was a grade-A beefcake. Then came the evacuation notice. What the hell was she going to do now? If she was by herself it would have been better. But there was no way she was going to fend for herself and abandon Wumi. The latter was no help to Shola with inconsistent dramatic wailing.

"Adewumi Akindele! Guy stop na! This your drama is not helping oh,"

"I should stop when we have less than 24hours to find a new roof for our heads," Wumi replied sobbing heavily, "This house that that useless Chidi left me before flying abroad, promising to come back for me. Everything is finish," she burst again into much more dramatic wailing and crying. With every single sound she made, Shola got angrier and more frustrated. Not wanting to hurt her cousin to shut her up, she pushed herself up from the bed and walked out for some air.

Finally in the calmness of an uncompleted abandoned building, Shola punctuated on each word of Solano's words by hitting the back of her head against the rough walls of the building. At a certain point it hurt, so she winced and rubbed the back of her head thinking; she probably deserved it. She had already concluded it her fault. For making herself look extremely cheap to him. Now his proposal was her salvation. If by the following day she wasn't too late and hadn't changed her mind, she definitely was hitting it with a white practically stranger because she barely knew any fucking shit about him.

Solano's breath became heavier as he continued stroking the length of his cock. Behind his half closed eyes he imagined the image a certain dark skinned girl, her black dress discarded, naked in her full glory before him, on her knees. Her teeth raked over her lower lip and her eyes looked up at him beseechingly, like an affectionate lover. She kissed the tip of his dick, her tongue darted out to lick his precum before finally closing up her lips on half of his length, letting her tongue swirl around it first before coming back and asking him,

"What would you want me to do for you sir? say it Solano! Just say it..."

"I want you to..." he fumbled between heavy breaths, feeling himself closing up to the edge of cloud nine, "I want you to..." A heavy knock on the door of his bathroom drove back into reality. Solano's eyes flew open. He found himself staring at the plain white marble tiles of his bathroom wall, 

"Bloody hell!" what just happened? "Who is there?"

"Oga na just me oh," replied his cook,

"Jesus Elizabeth! What is it now?"

"Sar, I put you food for room but you dey dere too long and it is cooling!"

"You put food in my room? Why would do that? Know what, forget it. Just take back and please do not disturb me again,"

"OK sar."

Solano left fumbled to turn off the shower, he was still shaky from his almost orgasm. Had it been that long since he last had a woman? He wondered. For he couldn't understand the grounds on which he was jerking off to the thoughts of a lowly Nigerian girl simply because she was pretty and sexy. He had seen better looking dark skinned women, he had fucked better and classier women. Maybe because he hadn't met anyone of class that met to his demands. Or there just was something special about Omashola Adunfe Fadaunsi. Anyway it came, he was going to quench his thirst for her and that will be it. He will no longer want her after, he will settle her and their parts will, hopefully never cross again. He told himself all these as he prayed that she will still be as hopeless as he had rendered her; that he would now be her only hope.

..

Shola decided to settle for her brownish fur coat a certain admirer had gifted her. she paired it with nothing but her very favorite bad girl red lingerie ensemble. If she had already given Solano the impression she was a whore, she'd better stick with it for better chances that his doesn't change. Her makeup had been done light with just plain old lip gloss, then she turned to both Simi and Wumi seated on the bed,

"So, how do I look?"

"Yasss Queen! We stand a hoe!" Wumi sang, her voice taking an octave up, "When this guy go see you eh, he'll forget his nationality."

"Do you even know his nationality?" Simi asked, rolling her eyes at Wumi's comment,

"I know he's my only hope to better that just this," she snarled a little, with a tint of disgust on her face, 

"But you can come to my place instead nah,"

"And what happens to Wumi? Plus you live with your brother and he's always looking at me weird."

"Because he likes you and he's sixteen."

"Simi! I know you're trying to help but just let me do this. I'm just looking pretty so that if I can't get the job, I can at least charm the man,"

"Aah! Charm! Shola! You carry small juju?" Wumi asked examining Shola's handbag. Shola slapped her hand off,

"I meant charm him with my looks you hoe!"

"Good idea! Maybe you should do that by dressing properly first. What kind of interview are you even going to?" Simi jumped in,

"One that would get me a job and pay my bills,"

"Is it a hoe job?"

"What the fuck bitch? Why don't you just leave if you're going to keep judging me. It's a job interview like every other."

"Except you look like Wumi," Simi yelled unconsciously. "Shola! This is not you."

"Jesus Simi! It's not like you've never seen me dress like this."

"Yeah when you're going clubbing not job hunting," Simi suddenly jumped up abruptly and groaned, "For God's sake Shola you're wearing a coat over a bikini!!!"

"So what! So what Simi? Please please please, if you're going to keep stressing me, you better leave." Simi picked up her purse and bolted out, grumbling incoherently.

"Jeez!"

"Any who," Wumi exhaled, "I was thinking you should wear a wig. It will flip this boss of yours world upside down."

Shola hated wigs! They made her head itchy. But in this case she thought; Wumi was right. A wig will give her a certain edge of attractiveness. She threw on a long black wavy frontal wig. One more check in the broken mirror and she was ready to go.

After about five hours in a cinema hall, Shola finally made her way to Solano's house. She couldn't have taken the risk of leaving her house dressed like a whore at sundown, expecting her friends to buy her 'job interview' lie. What was more believable was telling them that a foreign, another foreign guy was offering her a job and he like his employees young pretty and sexy. That was to her believable.

Thirty minutes away from Solano's home, Shola felt her nerves bundle up. But it wasn't changing her mind. She still had to do it. But she also was building up some devious plan inside her little brain. 

No man treats Omasola like this and leaves scott free.

She was going to serve a little treat of her own karma. Eventhough she wasn't completely sure of what she was doing, she was sure she'd do something that would flip his pants off. She stopped in front of the familiar green gates, did a five seconds breathing exercise before pushing on the bell. She had just five minutes left to her deadline.

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Solano sat at his dinner table, a glass of wine in hand, constantly checking on his Rolex watch by the seconds. A file laid carefully before him. Ten thousand thoughts running through his mind,

What if she really doesn't come? What if I went too far? She could have found other accommodations and doesn't need my shut? Really wish I had done proper investigation!

But again, he hadn't the time. He had more one business to take of. His chain of companies were scattered all over the globe and he had to cater for each and everyone of them. He started all this with his wife and promised her to never neglect any no matter what! He had to leave for Milan as soon as possible, but not before satisfying his hunger for the black beauty. He threw another very annoyed glance at his watch,

Five minutes!

Just in the second, the bell went of. He stood up to go get it. He'd given his maid a day off for the special occasion.

The moment his eyes landed on her, his world crashed to millions of sexually frustrated pieces. He'd been thinking he had control; that he could control her by blackmailing his way to her, he thought he had power simply because he had money to make his way through and get any shit he wanted but! At that moment, if only she knew, THE POWER WAS IN HER HANDS!