Posterity will always pay people who hurt others. Do not at any point in time use your bitter experience to deal with innocent people. You might only just get more hurts in the process. My friend told me how a classmate nearly ruined his marriage because she had been hurt.
Two conditions before I call it quits with you.
Aliyah was stern as she addressed me. We have been with each other for the past two months and it's barely a month to my wedding. The worst case was that Aliyah was primarily involved in the event preparation. I can not recall how I ventured into the affair with such a barbaric woman.
First, you'd make love to me tonight and pay me 200k. Until then, the pictures and videos won't be passed to you, nor deleted.
This is what I have gotten myself into.
Aliyah was my classmate. She was a calm lady with bright eyes and a future. Her love for literature in English and the arts made me close to her. It was for just this reason that we became very intimate.
Ten years after our secondary school, Aliyah and I met at an event around Glover street, Ikoyi. She has become a household name in event planning. I was at the event with my heartthrob, Evelyn. Our wedding was going to be in six months. And she liked the settings she saw at this particular event and wanted Aliyah to plan our wedding. This was how Aliyah came closer and intimate again. Though, I didn't bother to bore my fiance with the story of how Aliyah and I had a close tie back in our school days.
Exactly two weeks after my reunion with Aliyah, she called me one hot afternoon to meet her at Oriental Hotels and Suites where she was hosting another big event. She wanted to show me some samples of what decorations may sooth our wedding colour choice. I got to Oriental as my office was just a walking distance and my fiance, Evelyn, was not in Nigeria at the moment to accompany me.
There I saw Aliyah, sparkling and beautiful as ever but younger. A woman in her early thirties looking like a derek sixteen.
Aliyah welcomed me and asked that I be served food and drinks which I got in a very short time. She is the madam and her staff honours her word.
Two hours later, she led me to her hotel room. It was an exquisite and luxurious place, I must confess. She brought out a very big diary with colourful images of decorations styles and all that. Before I knew it, Aliyah was resting her bosom on my head.
My heart began to pound against the walls of my chest. I tried evading it but it looks like she had captured my whole anatomy. All my efforts to stop Aliyah from this unholy temptations landed in a deaf ear and a determined heart. She wanted me so bad.
Before I could say Jack Robinson, Aliyah had torn into me. We made passionate love all day long. It was such a sweet memory. I couldn't return to work again. We sipped some alcohol and continued in the fornication again. While this was going on, one thing kept ringing in my ear.
Evelyn would be heartbroken!
But I was just a helpless man at that moment. I left Aliyah in the hotel room and returned back home.
As I was preparing to go to work the next day, I got a message on my WhatsApp. Guess who sent it? Aliyah.
She sent me some unbelievable images from our escapade and threatened that she would send them to Evelyn except I agree to meet her up every Friday at the same hotel until she decides to end it.
Now, I know I am in a big shit, a big mess. I could just place it how Aliyah had turned into a desperado from that calm and fragile girl I used to know back in secondary school. Who do I run to? Should I open up to Evelyn? Won't that result in stopping our wedding from being held?
At this juncture, my only hope is to plead with Aliyah. So, I decided to go back to the hotel room on the first Friday after our last escapade. As soon as I appeared, she led me like a sheep to the slaughter and I followed her sheepishly. As soon as we entered the room, she began to undress while I went straight on my knees to beg her not to ruin my life. I played a psychological game with her with my words. Yet, she kept threatening that we must continue this unholy relationship.
At last, I agreed to have sex with her and after all that I started to speak to her again. This time, it hit her hard and she began to cry, telling me how a guy she dated sometimes destroyed her life, a few weeks to her wedding with her would-be husband.
Then, I started a counselling session with her and told her never to pay evil for evil and that she could lose her angel in the process and even endanger her own life.
This was how I escaped. She was simply traumatized and wanted to pay all men back from that nasty experience.
Aliyah became a changed person and still planned our wedding. It has been nine years and Aliyah too has married the love of her life that she met at our wedding.