Meanwhile, in a building not too far away from the campus, a guy sat on the couch in the bedroom. It was the same man from the airport—Segun—and his aide for now, because his right-hand man was still abroad dealing with the work he left him, guns, and goons.
His features more prominent now without the hoodie on. He could easily be mistaken for a female if you only look at his face, until your gaze move down and lower.
He is a man who could beat any woman just by standing beside them, no pose needed.
His long legs stretched from the bed down to the floor. Every movement of his exuded charms, the allure and temptations that pulls you in and at the same time warns you to stay away when you stare straight into his chilling eyes.
The twenty four years old guy was a beauty that needs to be arrested to avoid chaos in the world of Eve's daughter and yet he hated to show himself to people. He was always seen outside with hoodie covering half of his face.
In his eyes was nothing but coldness. The only thing that made him looked deadly like a sharp unsheathed sword. A contrast to his appealing features.
He rubbed his forehead tiredly in frustration."Can you get me a babe, Jackson?!" His calm and melodious voice echoed in the dim light room, wrapped in nothing but sweetness, you would have thought he wasn't angry with the way he sounded. But his boys knew him better to thread carefully at that moment. They dare not play or joke with their life.
The man knew how to conceal his anger well, enough until you see the knife deep in your throat then you start questioning yourself.
His voice totally different from what the words of his eyes. Deceitful, till you see the demon beneath the beauty.
"Just a babe!" his cold eyes pinned the man opposite him till he was shivering "someone light, slim with a figure-eight shape, tell her to cover her face and bring her to me. Is it too hard to do for you?" Segun fired for the umpteenth time.
While the man called Jackson trembled where he stood by the door.
"Sir, it's still noon. We can't get such a babe now until the club ope—"
"Shut up!"
Crash! A glass cup shattered beside the man's head against the wall. It was thrown lightly but the force he used wasn't light.
What a close call to heaven. He cried inwardly.
"Are there no babes in my school again?"
I told you to cover her eyes because I don't want her to see me, and I don't want to see her face. Why are you so dumb?!"
"Get out idiot." he threw the pen in his hand at him angrily.
Settling more into the bed, it dipped as he layed down on his side to rest, closing his eyes, meaning end of matter. "You have thirty minutes to bring me what I asked you."
"Yes, sir." The man scampered out of the room, not waiting to be told twice.
"Wait, hold on."
Segun drew closer to the bag he dropped on the bed when he came in, he dipped his hand into its inner pocket, searched until he found a picture. A fair and beautiful girl.
He flung it at Jackson.
"Someone like this."
"And right this minute, get out of my sight. Call Bayo and tell him I said he should hurry with what he is doing over there and come back to my side. The man he put beside me is a moron."
"Yes, sir. I will relay your messa—"
"Just go! Get out!"
He stood from the bed, pushed the man out and slammed the door shut.
Jackson, standing outside the door, rubbed his head in frustration. He also prayed his senior Bayo could come back on time to handle their boss's mood swings.
Whenever Segun needed a woman, he acted like his crazy self. The woman is not for pleasure but to help in venting his anger. Someone had pressed his button but who offended him now! Who made him angry and put his life in mysery.
He sighed, thinking about how to go about it.
Should he just enter the campus, kidnap a lady, and cover her face?
Or say, Ay babe my boss wants you on his bed. Come with me, cover your eyes, and have your pay deal?
What an awful way to start a day.
It was only the first day, and white hair was already about to grow on his head.
"Are you still standing out there, Jack?"
The voice from inside startled him. The poor guy almost stumbled.
Without answering, he ran out.
I wasn't there, not me, not me. It was someone else.
Segun opened the door and saw no one. He hissed and slammed the door "bang."
"Idiots. All useless. Bayo, you better get your ass here and tell me how you trained them."
At the school gate, Jack stood beside his boss's car, trying to hit on any girl who resembled, or even slightly looked like the girl in the photograph.
At that moment, three beautiful girls wearing hijabs were coming out of the school. They seemed to be friends.
Jack's eyes scanned them briefly before stopping on the one in the middle.His eyes stayed glued to her.
Wait. Isn't this the girl in my picture?
His eyes moved back to the photograph so he could look clearly. Checking to see if he made mistakes.
Yes.
This was the girl.
But the one coming toward him was wearing a hijab, while the one in the picture only had a cap on.
And the background was also different.
A room?
Her room?
Is his boss now a stalker or what?
Why would he have this kind of picture?
No hijab, just a cap.
And from merely looking at the girl, he could tell she was someone who always covered her head.
This photo was taken secretly.
Their boss was becoming more and more unpredictable.
He lacked no woman. Actually, if he showed his pretty face to any girl, they would be willing to go with him for free just to have him for a night.
His guys would sometimes even joke secretly that they might have pounced on him if they were women.
He wondered what his boss's problem could be to make him do this. What he didn't know was that the picture was from segun's father.
Maybe he should do his boss the favor of bringing this girl to him. His thought spiral "Did he have a crush on her?" He smirked, rubbing his palms excitedly.
He pushed himself off the car and started walking toward the girls.
Five feet away.
Four.
Three... just three.
His third step stopped when he saw a shadow. A man had blocked him.
Why?
"Who are you?" he asked irritatedly. His annoyance picked up when he remembered time is clicking.
"Sorry, I'm the brother of the three sisters coming, and it won't do you any good to cross me, bro. How about you take your babe somewhere else?"
"Ah, scratch that." He snickered. "How can you be the brother of the three sisters? Do they look like siblings to you, or do I look blind?"
Basit dusted the invisible dirt from his shirt tiredly.
This guy was up to no good. He would never allow him near Rihannat and her friends.
"You misquoted my words. See the one in the middle? She is my sister, and her friends are my sisters too. Should I report you to the school authority? I don't want you near my sister. Is it that hard to understand or digest?"
Basit dug his finger into his ear as he asked.
Jackson recoiled.
School authority?
No.
He still had a job to do.
His boss would listen to no flimsy excuse of his when he wanted to roast him.
"Okay, bro. I got you. I understand the bro code. No sister. No family."
"Yeah. Now you're talking." Basit patted his back like a long lost friend.
Balkis, Rihannat, and Rayyan however walked past the two without giving a glance.
Basit grumbled when they passed by them. Lying through his teeth. The words of the elders are true. When you tell a lie, you will need a hundred to cover it up.
"She won't even greet me because we had a misunderstanding in the morning. Sisters are a pain in the neck."
Jackson scratched his neck, still smiling. His mind calculating how to take the next move.
"Yeah, that's true."
He quickly walked away to have another catch, time was going.
Basit wanted to scratch his mouth for saying nonsense.
Who asked him to talk?
He was just bluffing.
Rihannat was not a pain in the neck for him.
Well, his sister Faridah was a pain in the neck.
That's fine.
He let it go and walked away. The girls were safe now.
Jackson grumbled.
"Another one gone."
Ten minutes passed, and he still hadn't gotten one.
"Ahhh."
One of his legs was already in the water.
Would he be used as fish food in the sea at such a young age?
No one to complain to.
Bayo, who would have listened to his rant, was somewhere far away.
His frustration deepened.
Two more minutes.
His silent prayer was soon answered as more women started walking out of the school gate.
Those who passed by him were all ready to pounce on him just because he was the owner of the car.
He rolled his eyes at them.
They were very ordinary compared to the ladies who had walked past him earlier.
His boss had great taste.
Even with hijabs on, those ladies were to die for.
"Stop making advances at me. My boss would kill me if I took you to him."
He glared at one.
Finally, he saw a lady coming who looked pretty, though not like the one in his picture.
Not even forty percent as beautiful as the three angels who had just walked past him, but she was still good enough.
His boss wouldn't open her blind, right?
He moved closer to the girl.
"Hi, babe."
"Hi," she replied.
"Do you mind having some alone time with me?" He winked "I love your figure. Your body is making me hot just by looking at you. How about—"
He walked around her, checking her out.
"We go somewhere meant for the two of us? I promise you would love it."
He dangled the car keys, and the girl blushed.
Shyly, she nodded.
She wasn't a student. She was a girl visiting her sister in school to check on her, sent by her parents.
And now, a rich guy had suddenly shown interest in her.
Her sister is a scholarship student in the school. They weren't rich, and now she could climb up the ladder. Dream come true.
"Come on, let's go, babe."
Jack guided her to the car and, like a gentleman, opened the door for her.
The smile on her face bloomed.
After getting in the car, he started it but did not drive out.
He cleared his throat.
"What is your name?"
"Maymunah."
"Hmm. Sweet name for a sweet lady."
He gave her a sheepish smile.
"I want to clarify one thing and also seek your consent on something before we move."
She nodded for him to continue, still too shy to talk.
"This is a one-time thing. No second time."
She froze.
Is that it? Just once? Her mood dampened, but it quickly rejuvenated again.
"I don't mind," she said.
If it was once, then she might as well use the opportunity well.
"Good, then, if you don't mind. And the other thing is, I have a little... very small kink."
"Kink?"
"Yeah. You will help me cover your eyes and don't speak too much unless I ask you to speak. Can you do that?"
Is that it? Don't speak?
She could do that.
But why would she need to close her eyes?
It sounded suspicious.
She was about to reject when he brought out a bundle of money and shoved it into her hand.
Her heart leaped.
The words on the tip of her tongue changed from I'm sorry, I can't close my eyes to Can we go now? Where is the place?
Eyes closed?
Even if he had another kink, skink, or whatever he called it, she would do it as long as she would have more money and gifts like this.
She had been coming to her sister's school for months now on behalf of her mother.
Finally, she could have a taste of what she had been dreaming of.
In the driver seat, Jack jubilated.
Yes!
He did it.
It had taken him fifteen minutes. Fifteen good minutes.
He didn't want to waste any more time.
He still wanted his head connected to his body.
"I'm still useful to the living world than the underworld and King of Hell all together," he murmured.
"Did you say something, Mr...?"
"Oh no, I wasn't talking to you. I was thinking about my work appointment tomorrow. And you can call me Jay."
"We are going right now. Hold on tight."
And like that, the car zoomed off toward Segun's place.
Thirty-five minutes into their drive, the car parked in front of a two-story building.
They both got down.
Jack led her into the building, not to Segun's room, but to the dressing room where the maids would get her ready.
Jackson knocked on his boss's bedroom door.
"Sir. Can I come in?"
"Are you here to tell me more stories, or are you with what I asked you for?"
The man inside asked calmly without answering his question.
Jack could feel the tension and danger behind the door, hidden beneath those calm words.
He moved a little farther from the door in case Segun opened it suddenly.
The little distance could still save his neck.
"Sir, the girl is here. She's getting ready, dressing in—"
"Take her to the other room and tell her to wait for me without removing any of what was put on her."
"Yes, sir."
Jackson ran away like a man chased by a wolf.
He breathed heavily after running far away, wiping off the sweat on his face.
Thank God he made it.
He wouldn't deny it if someone told him they had already dug his grave if he hadn't brought a woman back for his boss.
When Jackson entered the dressing room to see the girl he brought and how far they had gone with dressing her, his eyes bulged.
Was she changed?
Jack swallowed.
The girl was in lingerie, two pieces, very light and revealing.
His imagination ran wild.
His throat felt dry.
Her former bare face was now covered with a little makeup.
He looked away and walked faster toward the adjacent door in the same dressing room.
It was the door that connected to his boss's playroom.
Suddenly, he pitied the girl.
Seven out of ten, of the ladies who entered the playroom came out wrecked and crying.
WHY? they also have no idea.
They could only hear the sounds of spanking and crying every time a woman was in there.
Is their boss into BDSM?
He sighed.
This one too was in for it.
The lady entered, he remembered his boss words and instructed the girl not to remove anything that had been put on her, especially her blindfold before closing the door
"I will also get changed and be right back."
He left.