Mmeso Inspires: The Closet

He turned and glanced at her one more time. The event of last night played before him in a flash and he shivered.

The feeling was different now. Last night he was engulfed with passion and had done the unimaginable with this strange lady. He had promised her his assets and even his life if she could only allow him to slide in.

She did without hesitation.

Kingsley shook his head. He had failed his mother again. He promised her never to go back to his lifestyle. Oh! Pastor Peter will be disappointed. He thought about the prospect of being watched in a camera by his pastor. He felt guilty.

He tapped her. She smiled and opened her eyes as if she have been waiting for it.

“I think you should be going!”, he said avoiding her eyes.

“Oh no! you haven’t fulfilled your promise yet”, she said smiling seductively.

What promise? he asked.

“The land at Allen. You promised to give it to me”, she said.

This hit him hard. He knew he had made a terrible mistake.

“I don’t want to argue with you, young lady. Pick your bag and leave my house besides I have paid you”, he shouted.

“Don’t ever shout at me! she commanded. And for the first time in the past 18 hours, Kingsley noticed she has a devilish look. He froze.

“I did not cajoled you into saying that. You promised me that yourself. I’m not greedy you know… you talk about your mansion in Blueworld, your business in Greentown and other numerous properties. I’m just asking for the land in Allen. Give it to me. You said you will”, she said without any smile on her face.

“Who did you think you are?  How dare you come into my house to command me you cheap slut! Kingsley thundered and dragged her out of his room. He commanded his security to throw her out of his house.

“Can you imagine? was all Kingsley kept muttering to himself as he prepare for work.

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Kingsley returned from work exhausted. He collapsed on his bed, yawning. He was too busy at the office to go for his lunch break. Three days ago he had granted his Cook a week leave, so he has to cook. He was still contemplating on what to cook when he fell asleep. He was awakened  by a noise from his closet. He stood up, stretching himself. When he opened the closet. He found an old radio inside. He was surprised.

“How did this get in here? he muttered to himself. He wondered if his domestic staffs were tampering with his properties.

Just like a flash. The radio started playing an ominous music accompanied by a deep scary voice.

“The land at Allen! The land at Allen!! Kingsley threw down the device and made for his door but it was locked. He knew it was not locked by him. He shouted for help but his voice was only a whisper.

“Fulfill your promise! Give me the land at Allen! the voice continued.

He felt an invincible hands on his throat trying to sniff the life out of him. His eyes popped out from his sockets and he struggled for breath.

“I will…I will…please don’t kill me, he sputtered.

The door to his bathroom swung open. The mysterious lady he brought to his house few days ago came out walking seductively.

She laughed hysterically.

Kingsley struggled to shout but his voice was just like the whisper of the wind.

She stood in front of his closet and look deep into his eyes stretching forth her hands for the papers.

Kingsley wept. The documents of the land at Allen was hidden away in his closet because it remains his favourite asset because of the place in which it was situated.

He wept bitterly because he has failed his mother.

He has failed his late father who toiled everyday to give him a better life.

More painful is the fact that he has failed himself.