FVCK AND RUN…..(18+)…..Part 4

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I stood in front of my stabekk mirror
admiring my gorgeous appearance; inside
my ‘wool mohair signoria’ suit anyone who
sees me will definitely steal a second
glance. Who says a geek couldn’t look
good? Gucci really has a good sense of
fashion. I pursed my lips and winked at my
own reflection, my dot com lifestyle had
really paid off.
I glanced down at my Gucci ‘Bouts’ loafers,
matching outfit.
This visit to Mike Adewale’s house was a
spectacular one, we had both quit our jobs
at TMN and now I was about to head over
to his place to meet with investors and sign
some papers.
I exited my flat and entered my Toyota
Camry, inserted my key into the ignition
then turned. The engines roared to life, I
typed in the GPS coordinate Mike had given
me, I reversed out of my miniature
compound following the red marker I
banged towards Akin Olugbade Street;
Heading for a massive building, Mike
Adewale villa.
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I arrived in front of the MA villa at “twelve
thirty pm” and honked for three seconds; a
slightly built man approached my car from
within the compound, his uniform revealed
that he was the security man. He came real
close and scrutinized me, asked who I was.
I told him my name and that I was there to
see Mike.
“Oh come on in, Mr. Mike is already waiting
for you” he entered and then opened the
gates for me. I drove in carefully observing
the surrounding, Mr. Mike lives a luxurious
life, huge building.
I drove towards the parking lot and saw
only one car.
Is this guy selling his cars to start a new
company? I mussed.
I found a good spot to park, killed my
engine and exited the car.
The security man I met at the gate
approached me and ushered me into the
main building where I saw Mike sitting on
an Italian couch watching TV.
Where is everybody? No investors.
He noticed my presence and stood up
smiling at me he extended his hand for a
hand shake; I took his hand in mine and
shook him hard smiling back at him. He
looked good in his maroon pants, fish hook
belt and perfect sweater.
“Welcome to my humble Abode Charles.
Have a sit and make yourself comfortable”
he said with arms spread wide like an
eagle.
“Humble abode? Stop the flattery Sir” I said
looking around.
“What, this place is not humble?” Mike was
going over to his bar now.
“This is quite massive, anything but
humble. You should check out you where I
live, now that’s down to earth” I said and
accepted the glass of martini he was
offering.
Mike sat on the chair opposite me. “To you
and the media this hole is massive, but I
feel I deserve something better”
“If you want something better you can go
ahead and acquire it. I mean a man of your
caliber can acquire the whole of VI if he
wanted to” I started sipping the martini.
“Who’s flattering who now, eh Charles?” he
said with a grin. I had to smile back at the
man who was catching fun, glad I could
make him smile. A long silence followed.
“Where are the people I was supposed to
meet?” I asked.
“You mean the investors?”
I nodded.
“Look Charles you just don’t set up a first
meeting with investors and expect them to
honor it”
I stared in misbelieve not knowing what to
say.
Mike cleared his throat finally breaking the
awkward silence. “Charles” he paused “time
to get to the other reason why you are
here”
I nodded.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved a
brown envelope, took a glance at the
contents then tossed it over to me. I caught
the envelope and slid it open, emptying the
contents on the table before me. I picked
everything up and started going through
them, my face brightened. What the hell?!
I raised my face to see Mike smoking cigar.
“Unbelievable!” I said almost standing up
from my position “how can you expect me
to wire five hundred thousand dollars into
your account…”
“Seems like you have forgotten who I am”
Mike raised a brow “I need prove that you
are worth what you claim to worth” He blew
out smoke from his nostrils.
“That my friend is advanced payment
guarantee”
Is this guy high on weed ‘obviously’
“Come next tomorrow” he paused; taking a
long drag at his cigar “you and I have a
meeting with prospective investors, I will be
needing prove that you are well funded” he
paused again, smoking “do you think am
interested in your peanut of a money?”
I shook my head. “If you need prove I have
bank statements.”
“Ok Charles, I was just texting your
intelligence, and I must confess it’s quite
boring.
“So are we still going with the name LOG?”
“You came up with another name?”
“No, no, I’m stilled mystified as to how you
still prefer the name, you haven’t even tried
to come up with your own name”
“You get to do all the naming Charles, and
LOG is quite catchy”
I shrugged.
Footsteps started descending from the
stairs; I looked to see who it was.
Female legs, long, on heal walking so
majestically. I could then see the knees,
pure with no scars.
With the figure still descending, the waist
started to appear. Slowly with each passing
second, a master piece was revealing itself.
Mike didn’t seem to be intrigued as he kept
on smoking his cigar.
At last, in a split second the revelation was
whole.
Standing at the base of the stair way was a
very beautiful lady around twenties, got
height and good physique. She must have
been stunned by me for she stood there for
a while. As if something had brought her
back, she smiled and then started walking
briskly towards us; saying hi to me and
walking over to Mike she squatted and
kissed him on the cheek.
She looked familiar; I could have sworn I
had seen her somewhere. Searching my
mind for it, Mike’s voice jolted me.
“Charles, meet my wife, Tiffany” he was
saying. “Darling this is Charles the guy I
was talking about.”

Tiffany, the name too sounded familiar, as
she walked over to my sit to have a hand
shake, it dawned on me.
“Tiffany” I was stammering “as in Tiffany
Johnson?” I grabbed her tender hands, all
smiles.
She tucked her artificial hair behind her ear,
turning both ways as if to check if there
was another Tiffany in the room, seeing no
other she turned to me chuckling.
“Yes am Tiffany Johnson and nice to meet
you Mr. Charles.”
“Please just call me Charles”
She sat beside me; I looked at Mike
searching for any sign of jealousy. If there
was any, thick smoke was covering it. I
turned to Tiffany; at close range her beauty
was ravishing!
Her debut movie “The reluctant bride” had
caught my fancy. I saw the movie by
chance after a close friend of mine ‘tony’
invited me to join him and his date to the
movies; I had declined but Tony had
persisted and I complied. After seeing the
movie, the young beautiful antagonist had
rekindled my interest in romance. That was
two months ago, the young, new actress
played her role very well. But as she sat
close to me on the couch, I wondered how
she could be Mike’s wife; I mean the guy
was old enough to be her father! Was it
money or fame? I feared that my nollywood
starlet was a gold digger.
“You look surprised Charles” Tiffany’s voice
brought me back; she was staring at me
with dark fancy eyes. “I thought you knew
me already”
“I it’s just…” I was stammering.
“Charles is shocked” Mike chipped in,
lighting another cigar “that we are married,
he didn’t know”
“That’s not supposed to be a big deal,
moreover news about our marriage was all
over the news” Tiffany said taking up my
emptied glass of martini, heading to the bar
probably to refill.
“This might sound odd but I don’t read
celebrity gossip” I defended.
“You don’t?” Tiffany asked puzzled.
“Charles here is an adept geek, he only
patronizes nerd contents” Mike paused, and
grinned at me. “Slashdot, Codeproject,
Starkoverflow, and Github-”
“Okay Mike I think she gets the point”
I don’t know where this is headed, but it
feels creepy.
Tiffany was already on my side again,
handing me my martini. Whether she was
making me feel at home or just craving the
company of a young man, she was
achieving the both.
She turned to Mike now, who was still
smoking his cigar. “Darling I need to go on
location for the new audition, hope you
remember” she said stealing glances at me.
“Of course I remember, you told me
yesterday” Mike adjusted in his seat.
“Very well then, when will you and Charles
finish so you can drive me there?”
“Oh TJ, I have to rest. You know I have
been busy all day, I can’t take you there”
Mike slumped.
Disappointment registered on her beautiful
face, like she was about to let out a sob.
“Drive yourself there fanny, your husband is
really down” I offered.
Mike sighed and sat up “that’s the problem
Charles” Mike paused, tapping his cigar on
an ash tray and exhaling smoke. “This
damsel knows not how to drive.”

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