Clare, everything is perfect. There is no doubt that this will be the perfect wedding. I have my dress, my shoes finally arrived from Milan and my groom is still as handsome as ever. I feel so lucky, I don’t know what to tell you. Bee said as she walked nervously away from her maid of honour
Clare looks worriedly at her friend, Are you sure about this, Bee? Are you serious about marrying a 65-year-old man who also happens to be your bestfriend’s father? Clare said as she reaches for bee’s hands.
Clare, stepfather! He was her stepfather, and we both know that if Feyikemi had her way, she would be standing here today, ready to marry Harrison. You know our friend does not consider that man to be “Father,” bee stated bluntly with an air quote.
Clare, you are my best friend. Heck, the only friend Feyikemi hasn’t turned against me. Regardless of how Feyikemi and her mother feel, I am marrying Harrison. Harrison is now mine; could you lot please give me a moment to celebrate my new life? Bee said as she leaned against the railings of the balcony where they both stood.
You’ve always talked about your ideal wedding, Bee. The extravagant wedding with family and friends to send you off in style. You fantasized about your mother’s and aunt’s drama performances. Why isn’t anyone here with you today if what you’re doing is so great? You know how much your family was looking forward to this day, Bee. Is your ideal wedding really you, the groom, his personal assistant and me? Clare said as she cupped her hands around bee’s face.
Do you remember when things started to go wrong for my family in 100 level? Bee said as she backed away from clare’s hands. I couldn’t pay my fees, and Feyikemi boasted about calling her stepfather and having him pay her and my fees with little thought, and I couldn’t believe it. I had spent most of my teenage years being so terrified of money that I couldn’t imagine someone having so much that they could give out millions of Naira without thinking.
Harrison took on my fees as a responsibility from 100 level without even being asked. He was never interested in speaking with my parents; he just wanted to do it.
Harry struck me as a father, uncle, and protector. I observed him protecting Feyi. I saw him tend to all of her needs before she even realized she had any. I saw Feyi’s mother being pampered and treated like a queen. Her name was synonymous with diamonds. Harry ensured the rest of the world, Just by looking at her, can tell who she is.
When the end of the school year arrived, I was worried about returning home. I was afraid of being in that situation again; school was my escape, and I’m sure you’re familiar with all this Clare.
I was relieved when Feyi said she was going to ask Harry and her mother if I could live with them. Not for the reason you believe; I had no intention of going to seduce the man.
I simply desired more from life. More than Ibadan could possibly provide. So here I am, the little girl who has never lived anywhere other than Ibadan, living with one of Nigeria’s wealthiest families.
…When Feyikemi told me she kissed Harry in the study on Christmas Eve, that was the first time I saw him as more than a father figure.
This was a month before he served divorce papers to Pamela. Pamela and Harry’s relationship was in shambles. Harry was clearly unhappy in his marriage and desired to leave. Feyi and I believed he was bored of her mother and ready for a new toy.
Afterall, Pamela was is sixth wife. Feyikemi and I were both concerned. Feyi was concerned about the lifestyle she and her mother had come to love so much. I was concerned about the same, but the thought of ever having to suffer with my family in Ibadan again lingered in the back of my mind.
Feyi walked into my room that evening with a huge smile on her face as if she won a grand prize. “ If everything goes as planned, I’ll marry Harrison and all of us are going to be fine” When I heard her say that, I was truly disgusted.
She went on to say that she will wait for them to finalize their divorce before pursuing a relationship, but for the time being, she will keep him interested with sneaky sex around the house.
Feyi had everything planned out; all I had to do was listen to her demented mind. For weeks all she spoke about for weeks was new and interesting ways to have sex with harry without her mother noticing.
The house returned to normal after Feyi and Harry started their affair. Harry was less grumpy around the house, and Pamela relocated to Paris while the divorce was being finalized.
I did, however, spend the majority of my nights listening to them Fuck. At this point, Feyi had moved into her mother’s matrimonial bed, and all the employees in that house were aware of what was going on.
The night Harry noticed me was unplanned, and I sincerely hope you believe me rather than the lies Feyi has created in her head.
Harry and Feyi arrived home drunk that Saturday night. It wasn’t unusual because they spent the majority of their time together getting drunk and fucking. Harry had asked all of the indoor staff to leave except for the two he trusted the most. Feyi summoned me to the front door when they arrived.
Harry hugged me and picked me up as soon as I opened the door. He began chatting about the damsel who lived quietly in his house. I’d always noticed Harry staring at me.
When he spoke to me, he would look down at my cleavage. When I walked past him, I felt his gaze on my ass. The things he said to me that night did not surprise me. I was surprised that he said them while Feyi was present.
I assisted Feyi in getting Harry up to their room and into bed. Feyi was clearly offended by Harry’s remarks about me. To be honest, I didn’t care. I enjoy the attention from a man like Harry.
Feyikemi dashed out to call Tony, the guy she was seeing at the time, as soon as we got Harry into bed. I stood there, staring at Harry as he slept. I decided to assist him in taking off his shoes because Feyi had failed to do so.
As soon as I finished, I stood up to leave him, and I hear him call my name. He requested that I get him a glass of water. As I poured him a glass, Harry exclaimed, “What a beauty, this house reflects so well on you, you should be the one running it.”
I smiled because I knew I could only fantasize about it. I handed him the glass and he asked me, “What do you think of all this?” He sat up. What are your thoughts about me? I’m having an affair with my ex-wife’s daughter but I am also turned on by the sight of her best friend.
I was at a loss for words in response to what Harry was saying to me. You must never say no, according to Feyikemi’s lessons on securing a high-value man. You must be prepared to please them regardless of how perverted their desire are.
Aside from that, all that was on my mind was the fact that it was finally my turn. It was my time to reap the rewards of Harrison’s attention. I don’t mean to brag, but I think I’m more attractive than Feyi.
If anything, I resemble Pamela more than Feyi does. Harrison has a type; I knew Feyi wasn’t it, Feyi was also aware of this too. I was exactly Harry’s type of woman.
Before I could say anything, Harry reached for my breast. I leaned in and we started kissing. We started having sex after things became heated. I’m surprised Feyi didn’t enter the room sooner. When Feyi entered, she was as dramatic as expected. Bee said as she rolled her eyes. Harry asked her if she wanted to join in or leave, and she chose to leave.
Feyi is upset because she thinks I told Pamela everything. That is absurd because I did not do that. In that house, there were more than 24 other witnesses.
They both weren’t the most discrete about their affair. It makes me wonder, Is she upset because I wasn’t just sex for harry like she was? The fact that he wants to keep me around? Or is it because I have the ability to take a man away from her “ the poor girl from Ibadan?”
Clare, The same mom and aunty who aren’t here today and are pretending to be ashamed take 600k and 250k each from me monthly.
Clare, I am pleased with this wedding. My wedding gown cost $42,000. My shoes are made to order. We are standing in Greece waiting for me to be married. I would be moving into Harry’s apartment in Manhattan after the wedding. I could only dream of all of these things.
I never have to suffer if I manage my time with Harry wisely, taking what I can while I can before being replaced by a younger, sexier woman. Allow me to be happy?