LITTLE BLACK BOOK
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You see, my boss can get any woman
he wants with absolutely no
commitment and keep her on all
fours, literally crawling for more. I’m
not mincing words if I call him a
legendary ladies’ man. There are only
a few who can do what he does and
come out unscathed with no screaming
baby tagging along and a nagging
baby mama with unending drama.
He twirled his pen in his hand and
said, “God gave man eyes and a brain
first. The merry jack in the box comes
later, hence, order of positioning. A
pickup artist like myself always has to
be very observant and look for telltale
signs that reveal a woman is very
“But she didn’t look available with
what she was wearing.”
“To begin with, the absence of a
wedding ring indicated she was single.
Women don’t joke with such things.
Secondly, her long, red nails
contradicted her born-again looks.
Then, I noticed the red stilettos and I
knew instantly that she was a vixen. In
addition, her skirt was very tight
despite being below the knee and
when I shook her, her hand melted at
my touch; and as I withdrew, she
lingered a second longer. Finally, the
last one I think that got me was her
lips. They were freshly glossed in
brown and pink, a sign that this
woman took her time with her
appearance this morning, meaning all
she was wearing on the outside was
just a façade. And sadly, those lips
were not bruised or puckered, a sign
that they were suffering from lack of
stroking. Anna, that girl needs a man
and she needs a man bad.”
He stared at me with a naughty smile
and I saw that familiar hunger in his
eyes. “Yes.” he tapped at a poster on
his table with a picture of Clara on it.
“Her. I want her.”
You gotta be kidding me. The woman
looked like a man. She was nothing
like the others. Flat-chested,
caustic-mouthed. What did he see in
“Is she doable?”
“Can we use her for the cause?”
“Yes-yes sir. She is the hottest feminist
I wish I hadn’t used the word ‘hottest’.
It brought out a glint in his eyes.
He was still staring.
I was almost there. I could pick out a
whiff of his perfume. I could almost
hear the words waiting on his lips;
words that will tell me how beautiful I
looked, how stunning, how gorgeous,
and then everything will be okay. All
my nervousness will disappear. And
maybe he’ll even kiss…
Was that the sound of my right stiletto
about to disgrace me?
Oh God, no!
I lost my balance and in a blink I
found myself flat on the ground,
staring up at a not-so-clear blue sky.
The morning came with breakfast in
bed – a bowl of fruits and a glass of
wine. It was his thing and I was glad
to share it with him. Unfortunately, he
wasn’t there. I panicked instantly
when I discovered this. Was this it?
Was he done with me? Was I to forget
what happened the night before and
move on with my life?
I pushed the breakfast tray aside and
stepped down from the bed. I searched
round the entire suite, hoping my
fears were unfounded but I was
proven right. What did I expect,
anyway? He expressly told me he was
going to hurt me. I guess I was to snap
out of Lala Land and face my life. I
had finally made it into his little black
“I miss you,” he said out of the blue,
sipping from his glass of sparkling
I studied his face. Was this guy making
moves on me or was he genuine?
“Seriously, I do. You had my life
organized and kept me grounded at all
times. You have to admit that we were
good together. I’d like you back but
that would be selfish. I want to see you
grow bigger and better in life.
Speaking of bigger…” he swept lustful
eyes over my body. I responded by
“I hope you’re okay with the way
things are with you, now?”
I nodded, but it was a lie. I wanted us
“Good to know.”
“And you? Any new conquests?” I
“For where?” he laughed. “I’ve been
too busy and quite frankly, you used to
take all the stress off my shoulders.
You were a great wingman.”
Half-asleep, half-drunk, I entered the
suite, I sauntered to the kitchen for a
drink of water and… I walked in on
my boss and Chizara having sex!
It was one of those she-on-the-table-
and-he-standing encounters. They
were both fully-clothed and I would
have been fooled into believing
nothing was happening if I hadn’t
heard her moaning.
I froze. They were too immersed in the
act to notice me. A voice told me to
quietly retreat but for some reason, I
remained motionless. And my eyes
wouldn’t blink. I watched them starry-
eyed like a voyeur until I began to feel
weird in places that had been dormant
for years. I was getting aroused, much
to my shame, and God knows I am not
a pervert. But the way that man was
taking Zara could make a sinner out of
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