The Chef

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Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe too hard. The quiet hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber was her only companion. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance, tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing by his door.

She heaved nervously, digging her teeth into her lower lip. This wasn’t her, she never thought it would be, yet, here she was, in her red one-piece honeymoon nightwear, her brown weave, falling on the sides of her neck, down her shoulders, and back.

She slid her hand down in between her legs, it was still drizzly, she frowned as if expecting her folds not to match the cravings she felt on the inside. She thought about making a quick about turn, up the stairs and back to her bedroom, but no, not tonight, she was tired of doing herself, it had always helped but then it stopped. He would feel better, she knew he would.

“Oh God!” She heaved, resting the back of her head against the screeded white wall behind her. She looked up at the screeded ceiling, letting her eyes wander above aimlessly. This was hard, she felt sick to her stomach being there, but Rose was a lonely woman, she didn’t want to go back to an empty bed, not tonight, not this night.

She turned her head to stare at the door, she bit her lip again, thinking. What would he say? What would he do? She was almost sure he won’t refuse her, she had caught his stare one too many times, hints of desire lingering underneath his honey coloured eyes.

This was it.

She curled her brown toes in her white fur slides, bit the tip of her finger and pulled her body away from the wall. It took a step for her to be standing right in front of his door. Ignoring the ringing in her ears, she gently reached for the doorknob, turning it as quietly as possible. The door pushed open, she peeped, head first into the dark room, before pulling the rest of her body inside, she quietly pressed the door close behind her. She reached up her hand to the right side of the wall and switched the light on.

Emeka’s eyes twitched but remained close. She pulled herself away from the door and strolled to his bed. He was fast asleep in nothing but his gray boxers, his legs spread out on the mattress, one stretched out straight and the other folded to his knee. His head rested sideways in the palm of his folded arm. His fair chiseled chest rose and fell with every breath he took.

She stared down at his beautiful body, biting her lower lip longingly. She felt a prick of guilt, but it was too late, she was here now, there was no going back, not with the way her inner lips kept pulsing in between her legs.

Her eyes swam down his long strong legs then back up to his oblong face, his defined lips parted as he breathed steadily, she thought he was so beautiful! Noiselessly, she lowered herself unto the edge of his bed, with an uneasy lump in her throat and shaky fingers, eyes fixed on his face for a reaction, she gently touched his chest.

His closed eyes clasped, she stopped and watched him relax back into his sleep. She moved her fingers further up his chest, Emeka’s body twitched, he subconsciously seized her hand, jumping out of his sleep. “Rose!” he exclaimed, blinking repeatedly. “What are you doing here?!…”

She stared at him, wide-eyed and embarrassed. She was motionless and glued to her spot. Her eyes dropped down to her palm, still gripped in his hand.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized, instantly letting go of her tender hand. He was wide awake now. She looked back up at him and they stared into each other’s eyes. He had climaxed to the thought of her, one too many times, but never in a million years did he think she would be sitting here, in his bed, beside him.

It slowly hit him, this was his dream coming true, and so he relaxed and admired her bare face. She was so beautiful! Her brown face glowed under the led light, he liked the way her full brown hair adorned the sides of her oval face. Her full lips parting nervously. He swallowed hard and looked back up into her eyes, she looked unsure, almost scared, he could see the tears forming in the corner of her wide eyes. He gently reached out and took her right hand into his, her neatly carved brows shot up in relief, he pulled her close, moving backward so that she could climb into the bed. He pulled her over him, so that her legs were straddling his body. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pinned her forehead down to his, shutting her eyes, she breathed against his face.

Emeka could almost not contain himself. Rosemary was in his room! Sitting on top of him! There was no better definition of happiness than this. He rubbed her back against her silky night dress, bringing his hands around to grope her full breasts, she squeezed her closed eyes and they both gasped. He reached underneath her bum and pulled up the sleeveless nightwear, she raised her hands up, allowing him to pull it over her head and toss it to the ground. She had no underwear on.

“Damn!” he breathed admiringly, eyes affixed on her heavy chest, he could feel himself growing down the side of his leg, dying to break free from his boxers. “You are still as perfect!” he whispered, almost breathlessly.

She took his face into her hands, lifting it back to her face. With quivering lips, she pressed her mouth to his and he slid his tongue in between her lips hungrily. He thanked whoever invented the idea of brushing before bed, it had never come in more handy than tonight. He rolled her over, dropping her back to the bed. He knelt in between her parted legs and roamed his eyes all over her admiringly, if this was a dream he thought, may he never wake up.

He ruffled out of his shorts, Rosemary’s eyes bulged longingly as she gazed at him, she could feel her inner lip quivering and dripping excitedly. Emeka lowered himself over her, with a steady thrust, he pushed himself into her and watched as she gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head.

******

“There she is!” Jax called as a yawning Rosemary strolled into their large kitchen. “Come here belle” he dropped the daily paper he had been reading and stretched out both arms towards her.

Surprised to see him, she glanced up at the wall clock before walking into her husband’s embrace. “Its almost 11am, when did you get back?”

“Thirty minutes ago” he said, lowering her unto his left lap “The maid said you were sleeping so I decided to let you have your beauty rest” He smiled up at her, exposing his strong white teeth

“I can’t believe I slept in so late” she yawned, closing her palm over her mouth.

“You must have had a long night..” Mac’odanald remarked, smiling intetntly at her.

“Good morning Ma” Emeka greeted, setting down two plates of oatmeal and toasted bread on the table top before them.

“Good morning” she responded uncomfortably.

“So tell me belle, what kept you up last night?” Rosemary had always found his persistent smile rather annoying. “You told me you were going to bed when I called by 10:pm….”

They startled, at the creaking sound of glass shattering to the floor.

“Hey watch it!” Jax scowled at Emeka, who had unintentionally knocked the tumbler to the tiled floor. “These things cost me money! you’re gonna break everything now?!”

“I’m sorry sir” Emeka dropped his head, apologetically.

“You better be” Jax spat.

“Why don’t we go upstairs” Rosemary tried to pacify him, rubbing her palms over his shoulders “let’s go talk about your journey”

“No!” he refused, pushing her off his laps, she staggered to the floor and Emeka peeped through the corners of his eyes . “This good for nothing boy just ruined a beautiful tumbler, that was a gift from the Governor!” He snatched the paper off the table and rose to his feet, “You better clean this up!” he ordered before advancing towards the door.

Emeka waited for him to step out and shut the door before promptly reaching down to help Rosemary up, she yanked her arm away from him, pulled herself up and ran up the stairs, to her room.

******

“Belle!” Jax knocked at Rosemary’s shut door. “Come on belle, you’ve been in there for thirty minutes, open the door”

“Leave me alone!” she called behind the door.

“Belle I said I’m sorry. I’ve sent the maid twice to get you but you won’t open the door, I’m here now, you’re not going to lock your husband out now would you?” he asked, a calm yet serious tone lacing his voice. “It’s my house belle”.

He listened as she rose from the bed and stepped towards the door. She unlocked it, pulled it open, and did a quick about turn back to her bed, leaving him standing in the door way.

“Oh common belle!” He let himself in, shuting the door after him.

Rosemary was sitting in her bed, sulking. She still had her white robe on from that morning. He sat down besides her, taking in her angry face and crossed arms. “I’m sorry belle”

“You say that all the time” she remarked, careful not to raise her voice least she upsets him. “You embarrassed me” she said, almost in a whisper.

“Oh c’mon! it was just Emeka in the kitchen, you can’t possibly be feeling embarrassed in front of our chef?”

“But you’ve embarrassed me many other times before, in front of the maid, driver, even the gateman”

“Okay” he raised both hands defensively. “I’ll tell you what, name anything you want, I’ll buy it” he grinned, convinced that would do it.

She dropped her arms to her thighs exhaustedly. “You don’t get it Jax!”

“Get what!?” he scoffed, shrugging.

“It’s not always about the money…”

“Of course, it’s always about the money” he was irritated, he almost could not believe she thought otherwise.

Rosemary shook her head, twisting the corners of her lips. “I want more”

Jax stared into her eyes, trying his best not to be enraged. It was an insult for her to insinuate that he wasn’t giving her enough, he tightened his jaw and slowly, he began to count his words “I have given you everything, new cars, clothes, shoes, weaves, what more could you possibly want?”

“Companionship! sex, friendship! you are hardly here. You come in and go out everytime and I’m all alone in this big house” she gesticulated with her hands. “I want you” she moved closer, taking hold of his strong arm pressed to the bed. “I’m horny, I’m lonely”

“Are you saying I don’t satisfy you, sexually?” he said, barely moving a muscle in his face. His brown eyes darkened and Rosemary felt his arm tighten against the bed. She knew she had crossed the line.

She gradually let go of his arm and shifted backward. She dropped her head and sheepishly, she said, “No, you do, I’m sorry”.

Jax lifted his lips into a smile. “Good. Now go take a shower, and watch some TV” He rose to his feet. “I’ll be in my room, I need to catch some sleep. I have a dinner to attend tonight” he rose to his feet, straightening out his sleeve.

She turned her head to his face “Can I come with you?” her voice was unsure, pleading.

Jax shook his head, smiling ruefully. “No belle, a wife’s place is in the home” He bent forward and placed a peck on her forehead.  “I’ll transfer some money to your account, from my room”

He started to walk towards the door, then stopped. He looked over his shoulders at Rosemary who had turned her gaze to the wall. “I didn’t hear a thank you” he said.

“Thank you”, she said, motionless.

He scoffed, nodding, he would let that attitude pass, for today.

He walked out of her door, banging the door loudly after himself.

******

Emeka was laughing with the other workers, outside on the stairs. The gateman was relaying the incidence of a girl he tried to toast in the day time when Emeka’s phone chimed. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his android phone. It was Rosemary

“Hello Ma” he said.

“Where are you?”

“I’m downstairs”

“Come up to my room, don’t bother knocking, it’s open”

“Okay Ma.” he said and hung up the phone.

” Guy!” he shook the security man’s hand, “I dey come. Ei be like say madam wan chop late food”

“No wahala, but guy, that owo still dey?” the security man asked, putting a finger to his chin.

“See your mouth!” the young maid said. “upon the plenty soup wey Emeka pack give you yesterday, you still dey ask that question. You no know say you finish am yesterday?”

“Chai! Emeka the way this my wife dey carry talk to me ehn” the security man smiled, revealing his brown teeth

“Which wife? you fit marry me?”

Emeka laughed, “Guys abeg, make I dey go. Later”

“Guy reason that owo o, ei bin too make sense”

“No wahala, night don come now, tomorrow”

“You dey even answer am” the maid hissed.

“See you! you go dey do as if all this love wey I dey show you no dey sweet you” he hit her arm playfully

“Abeg carry your hand comot my body” she warned the amused security man.

Their voices faded out as a smiling Emeka walked away from them. He opened the back door, stepped into the large kitchen and made his way into the main house and up the stairs to Rosemary’s room. He pushed the door open and walked in on Rosemary, standing in the middle of the room in nothing but her matching lingerie. His rod instantly twitched.

“Shut the door” her voice was commanding yet so sexy.

He turned the key in the doorknob and walked to her front. “Rose?…”

“Ssshhh” she hushed, placing a well pedicured finger to his lips. “Kiss me”

Emeka breathed defeatedly. “You’re gonna be the death of me”

She humorously laughed. He lifted her off the floor, straddling her legs to his sides, their lips met in a sloppy kiss. He walked with her to the bed and placed her on it’s edge, she dropped her back to the bed, curled her index finger repeatedly, gesturing him closer. Emeka crawled over her. “I’m gonna do more than kiss your lips” he said before taking her parted lips into his. She flung her arms around his neck, matching the rhythm of his tongue playing with hers.

He reached down his hands and tugged her red panties off her legs before crawling to the foot of the bed. He planted his knees on the tiled floor and pulled her downwards by the laps. He lifted her white painted toenails and kissed them, one after the other, she smiled down at him, biting her lip. He gently dropped her leg back to the bed and buried his head in between her waiting crotch. When he flicked his tongue against her, she knew nothing had ever felt better. She groped her left breast and reached her free hand down to his head, rubbing it and nudging it on.

It wasn’t long before she cried out in climax. Emeka stood to his feet and pulled her back off the bed. She sat before him and watched as he unbuckled his jeans and let the trousers fall to the floor, she reached out her hands and freed his load from his blue briefs.

She briefly thought about how she hadn’t done this in a long time before tenderly taking him into her mouth, first his cap then down the rest of him. It was his turn to reach out for her head, he grabbed a fistful of her brown weave and gently tugged it back and forth, matching her pace.

She did better than she thought she would, for she felt him twitch violently, he pulled himself out of her and let his seed gush out into the palm of his hand.

She was moist, ready to go again.

“I need to get rid of this” a flushed Emeka said.

“Sure. Bathroom is right there” she pointed ahead of her.

She watched him walk away. She grabbed her panties from the floor and wore them on. She climbed back into the bed and got under the sheets. Emeka emerged from the bathroom, picked up his jeans and wore them on.

Fully dressed, she climbed into her bed and she snuggled next to him. He crossed an arm over her and supported the back of his head with his other hand.

They lay quietly, each of them engrossed in their own thoughts. He watched the ceiling, and she pressed her head to his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

This was peace, this was happiness.

“You should never have broken up with me” he said, finally breaking the silence. “We always talked about how we would get married, have babies… you should never have left me Rose”

“I know” she muttered, parched.

“Last night, it took you eight months, why that long?”

“Because I’m married? Cheating isn’t the most natural thing to do, not for me”

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“I don’t know..” She sighed and moved away from him, she laid looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t feel anymore Emeka, so much has happened that it’s hard to feel anymore.” she shrugged. “I just move through the motions of each day, it’s like I’m not even here, and the world is just going on without me”

Emeka heaved, he turned to his side and rested on his arm, staring down at her teary eyes. “He doesn’t have a clue, he is in his own self-gratified world and I’m just a passenger, a passenger whose desires don’t count, whose words don’t matter, not really. He won’t even let me have a baby, because his ex-wife already bore him four kids so I stopped asking what about me a long time ago. I don’t matter, not to him, I don’t. All you’ve witnessed in eight months is just an iceberg of what the past four years of my life have been. I’m so tired” She sniffled, wiping her hand off her cheek.

“Come away with me” Emeka said, shaking her arm, she glanced at him and scoffed. “I’m serious, run away with me”

“Where would we go” she asked carelessly.

“My mum’s house in Lagos. She always liked you”

“It’s different now, I’m a married woman, she wouldn’t want to house me, not like this.”

“She’s my mum, let me worry about that” he was persistent ” I am still in love with you Rose, I never stopped, not even for a second, it’s the only reason I accepted to take this stupid job in the first place”

“I don’t know Emeka, my husband is a politician, he knows people, he would find us. Besides if I leave, he won’t take care of my family anymore and you know my parents are old, my dad needs to refill his drugs every two weeks, then there are my two brothers whom he is funding in school. He practically does everything for my family, this isn’t just about me…”

Emeka heaved, dropping his back to the bed.

“So what now? I’m just gonna be a cook forever? I’m thirty-one Rose, I should be doing other things, making money moves…”

“But this is a money move, you are paid a hundred thousand every month, that’s more than I can say for most chefs ”

“It’s less than what businessmen profit in their businesses, I could be making much more Rose”

“I know,” she moved closer to him and rested her head on his chest. “I’m sorry”

He rubbed her arm, nodding against her hair.

She raised her head to his face and pressed her lips to his, he welcomed it, ready to make love to the love of his life again.

******

They were careful, as much as they could be. Jax’s constant absence provided the freedom they so heartily enjoyed.

They talked, they laughed, they shared, they would hang out together in the kitchen while Emeka did the cooking, watching a film in the late hours of the night when the rest of the house was asleep. Playing her favorite Monopoly game, or just laying on his chest and having him listen to everything she had to say. It was more than she had done with Jax in the four years of their marriage. But if Jax could just become everything she wanted him to be, she would have given up Emeka. Jax was her husband, the man she took vows with, that meant more to her than all the passion and happiness she felt with Emeka.

She had just come out of the shower when her phone chimed. She walked to her dresser where it had been sitting, rubbed her palm dry against her white towel before picking it up. She smiled as she saw the unread message from Emeka. They sent each other messages all of the time, many of which contained funny memes, nude photos and videos, envisaging this to be another exciting text, she moved and sat in her bed before opening it.

It was a link, to xvidoes, a website they had both visited and picked up new angles for their sexcapades. She chuckled, “perv” she muttered as she clicked the link. She was redirected to the website and waited keenly as the video buffered. As the video began to play, her eyes widened at once, she gasped, terrified as she watched herself and Emeka replaying before her eyes. Her fingers trembled, her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Why? she thought. The phone slipped off her fingers and she dropped to the tiled floor. How could Emeka do this to her, why? It didn’t make sense, tears streamed down her face, and she sat there, grief stricken by the senseless act.

Enraged, she hastily wore a t-shirt and pulled her jeggings up her waist. She picked up her phone from the floor and dashed out of the room, stomping down the stairs to Emeka’s room. She angrily shoved his door open and dropped her phone as she met Jax sitting in Emeka’s sofa and a scared looking Emeka standing beside Jax, one of Jax’s thugs rooted behind him.

Jax smirked up at her. “It’s about time belle”

She darted her eyes confusingly between the three men, speechless! Her eyes settled on Jax and the AC adapter dangling between his fingers.

“You see belle,” he said, rising up from the couch, he began to pace the room, holding his hands behind his back. “I loved my first wife, she gave me four kids ” he paused and held out four fingers to Rosemary before continuing. “I wanted only three but, she gave me four. You know why I divorced her?”

Rosemary was frozen to the doorway, her hands held to her chest. Her eyes focused on Emeka’s tensed face.

Jax stopped in front of her, the smile wiped off his black strong face, Rosemary shuddered at the deep frown that creased his face, she could see his teeth pulsing through his jaw. “No” she stuttered, shaking her head. “I don’t know”

He lifted his lips into a smile. “She used a dildo, in my house, under my roof, what an insult! Don’t you think?” he muttered, squinting his eyes at a shrinkingRosemaryy.

“But you my dear, you…” He pulled out his right arm and shook his finger at her face. “..you took it to a whole other level belle” he gesticulated with his hands. He shoved back his hand and held her terrified gaze with a self assuring smile. “You see this adapter right here?” he pulled out his left hand that had the device and held it to her face  “It’s a spy camera belle”

She let out a terrified shriek and he watched every emotion in her face with a calm smirk. “It has a hidden camera right there, see?” he pointed at the base of the adapter. “I’m able to watch you and your boyfriend over there on my phone but in this case, I saved your little videos to my phone and, ” he shrugged “shared it online since you want to be a whore”

Rosemary slowly shook her head, rubbing her palms together pleadingly. “I’m so sorry” she begged.

Jax hummed, smiling in acknowledgement “I’m sure you are.” He held up his right hand and rubbed her cheek.

“I’m sorry” she repeated, withdrawing into the wall.

“I know belle, I know” he muttered, still smiling.

He moved away from her, held out his hand to the thug who placed a pistol in his palm. Rosemary’s hands flew to her mouth ” No!” she cried, falling down to her knees.

“Oh belle, this isn’t for you? I love you too much”

Emeka’s jaw tightened, his palms sweating behind his back. He tried effortlessly to wriggle his wrists out of the ropes holding him captive.

Jax lifted a shuddering Rosemary off the floor, guided her to stand in front of Emeka and placed the gun between her palms, he guided her fingers around the trigger, then retracted backwards, hands held together in his front, the thug joined him by the side.

“He has to go belle. Just pull that little trigger and me and you can be one happy family again” he smirked.

He meant it, she knew it. Her eyes settled on Emeka’s face, he held her terrified gaze, pleading for his life with his eyes. Rosemary’s lips quivered, her hands shaking unsteadily.

“Don’t do it Ros, please” he begged, speaking up for the first time. “Please”

They stared into each other’s eyes, afraid and crying.

“Now belle!” Jax ordered, his voice calm, yet commanding.

Rosemary instantly whirled her body around, she pressed the trigger at Jax, shutting her eyes.

Click! The empty gun went.

Emeka heaved in despair. Her eyes popped open, she repeatedly clicked the trigger, desperate for a shot.

Jax tutted, shaking his head. “I was hoping you won’t do that belle.”

He strolled to her front and received the empty gun from a frozen Rosemary.

He withdrew a bullet from his pocket and loaded it into the top of the magazine. “Now I’m really upset” he said, clicking the magazine into place. “Why do you like to make me upset belle? You want to kill me after all I’ve done for you? For your family? Because of him? Oh belle! you hurt me….”

Emeka sprung forward, dashing for the open door, the thug made to run after him but Jax overtook him. He moved swiftly to his front, quickly pulled the pistol’s slide and fired at Emeka’s back, just as he had stepped a foot outside the door. Emeka fell to the floor, with a heavy thud.

Rosemary let out a terrified shriek, running to his fallen body. The thug pulled her back, holding a wailing Rosemary in place.

“You are evil!!” she cried, “you are evil!!!!” she cursed loudly at a unconcerned Jax.

He walked over to Emeka’s body, and looked down at his panting face, he was still breathing.  “Look what you made me do belle, I shot a man, it’s all your fault”

“You’re the devil himself!…” she spat angrily from the guard’s grip, “leave him alone!, please leave him alone!!” she cried, sliding to the floor.

Jax aimed down the gun and shot a bullet directly into his forehead. Emeka’s head snapped, his breathing stopped instantly.

Rosemary screamed at the top of her lungs.

“This house is sound proof belle, no one can hear you” he casually said, handing the gun back to the thug. She sprung to Emeka’s body and began to wail over him. “All the workers are gone, I told them it was their day off” He laughed, and the thug joined in.

Jax stepped to the side, dusted his hands and held them down to his front. “Get out of my house Rosemary, and don’t you ever come back” he ordered, tightening his jaw.

The thug violently pulled her away from Emeka’s body and pushed her out of the room, shutting the door after her.

Rosemary stretched out on the floor wailing, she was beside herself with sorrow. Her sex tape was out there, for the entire world to see. The man who had loved her, gunned down by a husband who just threw her out. It was over. Life was all over for her. She ran into the kitchen, dashed to the counter and collected a knife from the stack of knives sitting in the wooden knife stand.
She slid the knife over her wrist and sank to the floor, it hurt, everything did. With clouded eyes, she watched as blood swam out of her vein, down her wrist, and unto the floor.

THE END.

WRITTEN BY OGBUGOH TERUNDU JOY.

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