After my boss had left my room for his, I tried to power on my phone but it would come on. I suspected the battery power had been completely drained. Moreover, I had left my data service on, the last time I was with it. I stood up, went and switched back the lights on and started pacing around the room. I opened up the ajar wardrobe and found nothing but naked hangers. “There ought to be a charger somewhere in this big bedroom,” I whispered. I searched inside the wardrobe and still found nothing. “Maybe I should find out from boss if he has one,” I thought. Although he uses an iphone, I still had this nudge that there must be an android phone charger, somewhere in this big house. I paused for few indecisive seconds, thinking if asking boss was a good idea or I should just forget the whole phone stuff till morning. Then I decided I should give it a try. I opened the door and walked quietly towards my boss’s bedroom. The door was slightly open, so I pushed it in slowly and went inside. A red dim light was on. I could barely see anything clearly inside it. I scanned the tables and every feasible corner, but there was no trace of any charger. Carefully and quietly again, I walked out of my boss’s room and walk into the living room, switched on the light and scanned around again. This time, I found a charger, took it and headed back to my bedroom. I plugged the charger and got my phone connected immediately. It read 0% and then started charging. I slipped back in bed, hoping to be awake for few more minutes, so the phone could charge up and I can still power it on.
The hands ran through my naked laps, briskly massaging each of them. Then one of them started stroking my ‘koboko’ gently but smoothly. I wanted more. I wanted it all. My body jerked intermittently in rhythm to the stroking of my ‘koboko,’ up and then down. I wriggled slowly in-between surrender and retreat with breathy moans. I tried to pull away but then again, would surrender at will. The hand then started tracing right from my groins, through my navel, and then chest. And lastly on my neck, followed with a kiss. I wriggled and moaned with pleasure. Then a body slowly lay on my body. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, fingers to fingers, bulge to bulge and ski to skin. I felt a shiver, a rush of mild but pleasurable fever, as the mouth kissed my mouth passionately. Warm and sweet it was, like a mixture of mint and vanilla, while fingers began to interlock and bulges grew more intense. The body laid calm on mine, no caress, nothing. My temperature ran wild. I just knew I couldn’t fight back this one, then I calmly surrendered to it. Then one of the hands unlocked from mine, went right back down and started stroking my ‘koboko’ again with the body still lying on me. I was going to cum, when I suddenly woke up. I had been dreaming. I looked around the dark bedroom as if I was going to arrest the culprit, but there was no one in there. The only light I could see was from my phone which had been fully charged and was displaying its fully charged light icon. I came down from the bed, unplugged my phone, powered it on and crawled back into bed. It was 4:30am.
I immediately knew something was wrong when my phone did not request my usual password before I could access it. I wondered what had happened as I carefully swiped across the windows, checking to see if there were any possible changes. My curiosity intensified when I discovered that all the applications I had downloaded, which were not customized applications for my phone, were all gone. Quickly I went straight to my contact list, only to discover that all my contacts have been wiped out of my phone - every single one. I reached for my phone’s picture gallery and to my horror, no single file was left in my phone. Only then did it dawn on me that my phone had be accessed and then formatted. I was practically holding my phone in the same state it was when I first bought it. “But how come? What could have happened that would have triggered a reformatting of my phone? It obviously was not a mistake. Someone had intentionally formatted my phone. But why?” I thought worriedly. Then my mind suddenly raced back to what my boss had told me earlier that day, with regards to his meeting with the policemen. He said that they had found a pass-worded phone on the scene of the crime last night, and they were doing everything they could to crack it open, because they believed that the contents of the phone would be a major lead for them to tracking down the suspect. Whatever information they were be able to gather from the phone would definitely serve as a major break for them in solving the case.
My heart pounded harder as I processed every single thought that my mind kept generating. I carefully weighed the possibility of being tracked down and arrested for murder. The thought of it made my heart sink into my stomach. Fear crept into my spine, seemingly paralyzing my whole body. My legs began to shake. “Could it be someone else’s phone that they had picked up?” I thought, trying to console myself. “Why had my boss not seen the phone in the bag when he brought my laptop and wallet, because according to him, he had asked the driver to pack everything that belonged to me into his bag? That means he must have shown him my desk and the contents from my desk he wanted him to include in his bag. Or could it be that he had transferred my laptop and wallet to another bag when he got home for ease of carriage, but then didn’t see the phone? On the other hand, if he could see my wallet in the same bag, then why not my phone?” I muttered to myself.
“Then again, why did my boss tell the police I was his brother? Why did he have to go to such length to lie to them that we spent the whole of the day at the office working, if he hadn’t sensed any impending or imminent signs of danger? It seemed like a perfect excuse for someone who doesn’t want himself indulged in any way with police and their trouble, especially for some implicative cases like murder,” I thought. Could it be my boss already suspected I may be involved or implicated in a way, given the space of time the whole incident happened. He was one smart guy I know. Maybe he had figured out that if I was eventually tracked down as a prime suspect, it might lead to exposing what led me to the scene of the crime that night. Which would not be nice for people to hear with regards to the caliber of man that he is seen as in the society. So in other to avert any possible links, he might as well have made the policemen offers to die down their take on the matter. Is it even possible to bribe the police off a case as serious as murder? What if my boss was just trying to protect me in all these? What if this was simply a genuine foreplay of love and care?” I thought. I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my head. I put my hand on it, closed my eyes and everything suddenly started spinning. I staggered and fell on the bed still holding my head as it swirled with crazier frantic thoughts. I laid back only to wake up around 6:30am.
Waking up to the smell of freshly made coffee was the most relieving thing that happened to my morning that day. On the small side table beside the bed, was a cup of coffee and some cookies in a sizable steel tray. Beside the cookie plate was a note. I picked it up and opened it. It read:
‘Make yourself comfortable Kay. I had a very important impromptu meeting to catch up with, after which I will go for church service. I wanted you to have some more rest, and that is the reason I didn’t bother waking you up this morning. If you need anything, kindly contact any of the security guards, although I think whatever it is you’d need within the short space of time I would be away, you can find in the house. See you soon.’
I smiled as I dropped the note on the bed and invaded the plate of cookies as if I had not eaten for days. I sipped the coffee. It tasted differently sweeter and better than what I was used to. I gulped more of it. “Hmmm! Nice,” I thought. Sean definitely knows how to take care of, or should I say spoil someone. I was about to pick the last cookie from the saucer, when I noticed it had doubled. I tried to pick it still but couldn’t. A strange dizziness seemed to weigh my eyes down. My sight grew blurry. Everything started replicating itself in twos and threes and fours. I stood up, hoping I could manage and get to the bathroom, but the coffee cup slipped off my hand. The last thing I remember, was a thud and a smash to the floor. Then I woke up to a gross darkness.
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