Hit And Run - Episode 5
21-07-25 (09:56)
I stood at the very sp©t I had parked my car,
transfixed. It was nowhere' to be found. Tiffany was
right behind my back, hands on her w@!st. She seemed
confused.
“Why are we st©pping Charles?” she said behind me.
I brushed my hair with my left arm. “It was right here.”
I said without looking at her.
“What was right here?”
“The car, this is the sp©t you ran away from
remember?”
She looked around then g@sped as if the realization
was just dawning on her. “It was right here; you
parked and chased after me here.” She paused pointing
to the sp©t. “Charles your car has been hijacked.” The
words stung like bee.
“I’m so sorry Charles this was my entire fault, if I hadn’t
run away…”
“Don’t say that again” I cut her short placing both of my
hands on her shoulders. “You did nothing wrong, if I
had locked the car… the hijacker wouldn’t have had any
chance.” I held her face now. “Be rest as-sured T,
finding that car wouldn’t be a problem.” Tiffany
suddenly pu-ll-ed her face from my hand and started
pointing to my left. I turned to see what it was, my
car? Nothing; I squinted hoping to see someone driving
my car by, no sign of any car. She was still pointing
saying something about a man in chinos. Then I saw
the figure, a lanky man in chinos p@n-ts grinning
sheepishly, he was holding a c@m£ra.
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Tiffany gr@bb£d my hand and dragged me out of the
area, the lanky man followed suit, taking endless
pictures.
“Where are we going?” I asked her, looked back and
saw the lanky man tumbling on the floor. He must
have lost his footing while looking endlessly from his
c@m£ra hole. He quic-kly got up and started cursing the
floor.
“A friend of mine lives close, we can go there and stay.
We nee-d to hurry before more paparazzi’s appear
everywhere'.” Tiffany was saying.
I looked back again to our lanky guest, Tiffany was
right; they were now two of them. The second one was
also lanky but the first was lankier, he was alre-ady
taking pictures of his own while the first one was busy
fumbling with his c@m£ra with a frown.
“Hey!” the second paparazzi screamed at us. “Won’t you
pose for us?” he was wi-nking.
“You are ma-king their story more interesting if you
keep looking at them!” Tiffany sounded pissed.
I quic-kly apologized then faced front, I hadn’t noticed
but we were alre-ady in front of a large gate. The two
paparazzi’s were in front of the gate with us. The
second one su-cking his lower l!pwhile taking close
sh0ts. And the first one was still busy trying to fix his
c@m£ra.
Tiffany gr@bb£d my hand again and dragged me into
the compound; she hastily locked the gate while the
paparazzi’s thanked us for boosting their career.
I looked around the compound, it had a good space but
wasn’t big. Tiffany stood in front of me for a while
eyeing me. Then she turned and headed for the main
building’s entrance.
“Are you still mad at me?” I followed her.
“I can’t be mad at you now, we’ve got other problems”
she opened the door and entered inside, I followed
suite.
“Well there is nothing we can do; those guys are
probably selling those pictures right now.” I said.
“That’s not a problem Charles, not my problem; in fact
to be honest I like it.”
“Wait what do you mean you like it?” I was
stammering. “And if that’s not a problem then what
problem are you talking about?”
She looked at me then pursed herl-ips. “Mike” she said
flatly.
I looked at her puzzled, thinking she would start crying
again, but instead she was smiling se-ductively. She
walked closer to me and placed her hand on my che-st.
“Charles I thought about what you said.” She paused
and leaned closer to me. “Am fade up, I no longer want
to take it, am turning a new leaf, I want to elope with
you.” She said with a whisper then placed her warml-
ips on my mouth.
I hesitated for about two seconds, trying to process
what she just said with my eyes sh0t. I opened my
mouth and drove my ton-gue into her mouth, our ton-
gues tied with each other for a while; I gr@bb£d her by
the head and pu-ll-ed her closer while I deliberately
devoured her mouth. My hor-mones started racing and
my heart beating fas-ter in rhythm with hers.
Her delicate hands were on my bu-ttons now, before
the clock could tick further my suit and shi-t flew open
and out from my b©dy. She ca-ressed my che-st and
abs then located my belts and str!pped me off my p@n-
ts, she peeked down and g@sped a little. I hastily
turned her around and unZi-pped her go-wn; slowly I r!
pp£dit of her b©dy, revea-ling the finest feminine b©dy
I’ve ever seen. I took a few seconds to glance at it.
With my breathing increasing I slowly turned her
around, gently placed her on the floor. She looked into
my eyes with fire as I l@yon t©p of her. She reached
out for my head and pu-ll-ed it down as we started k!
ss!ngagain. Then with blood pumping ha-rder in my
system I entered her.
Tiffany rested her head on my che-st as we l@yon the
tiled floor of her friend’s sitting room. I k!$$£d her hair
and stro-ked it gently, she raised her head to look at
me then she sat up.
“What we did was it bad?” she said and pushed her
hair backwards. She was still unclothed.
I chuckled loud. “Well I hate to break it to you babe,
but you just committed adûlt€ry.” I said wryly.
She hit me on the che-st with her arm. “As at the time
we had that fun my marriage with Mike Adewebeast
was -null and void.” She said boldly.
“Then you have nothing to be guilty about. Be rest as-
sured that our journey doesn’t end here.” I told her as-
suredly.
She smiled down at me. I got up and located my
clothes. When I was done wearing them Tiffany had
alre-ady worn her go-wn, she was fumbling with her
Zi-p. “Wait let me help you with that.” I said and Zi-
pped the go-wn for her. She thanked me.
“Can I have your phone? I left mine in the car.” She
said.
“Sure” I di-pped my hand into my pocket, brou-ght out
my phone and handed it over to her.
“I’ll be right back.” She said then walked out of the
sitting room.
I studied the sitting room with little interest. The floor
was tiled, an old clock hung on the wall. The time was
alre-ady ten minutes after five. No TV set or electronic
appliances ap@rt from an old Compaq computer sitting
on the dining table. I decided to make use of the
computer to browse the internet for any news about
our escapade. I approached the dining hoping the
computer was still alive, thankfully when I pushed the
power bu-tton it beeped to life. I searched a nearby cu-
pboard and saw an internet modem; I plugged it into
the USB port and checked for any active data
subscription, it was positive so I opened the browser
and surfed popular blogs in the country.
The story was alre-ady online, only few blogs carried
different storylines, the rest were just copy and paste.
Pictures of me and Tiffany were everywhere'. Some
headlines were “Mike Adewale’s wife paroling town
with a stranger.”, “Is actress Tiffany Johnson seeing
another?” etcetera. Some of the blogs even termed me
clueless for continually looking at the c@m£ra.
I switched off the computer and started wondering
what was taking tiffany too long, I decided to go
outside and see for myself.
As I approached the door Tiffany ran into me p@n-ting.
I gr@bb£d her and tried to calm her down bur she was
trying to tell me something. She was breathing
difficultly, tears was rolling down her eyes.
“Charles I haven’t been totally honest with you” she
said with difficult breathing. Then she fell off, I caught
her mid-air.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I was really scared by
then.
She placed her right arm on my cheek. “I’m so sorry
Charles, Run!” she spoke those last words with
sympathy in her eyes. Then her hand fell flat on the
floor, blood rolled out of her nose. She st©pped
breathing, I felt her pulse but didn’t feel anything, and
Tiffany was dead, in my arms.
Her mouth was still open from the last words she
spoke, I stared at her lifeless eyes, and they were still
urging me to run. I was confused as to what might
have happened. Then I saw my phone on the floor, I
went and picked it up, checked the call log and saw
that she dialed Mike‘s number. I looked at her b©dy,
‘Did Mike kill her?’
Her last words kept ringing in my ear. I’m so sorry
Charles, Run!
I went and knelt down beside Tiffany, closed her eyes
and la-id her straight. Tears were alre-ady forming in
my eyes. I couldn’t embr@ce it, Tiffany was dead. The
sound of the main gate crashing open jo-lted me back
to reality, I rushed to the window to see what it was. I
saw a familiar dark figure approaching the door hastily
holding a silenced short gun in his right arm; it was
Segun, Mike’s security man.
Immediately he saw me, he aimed his gun, I ducked.
Didn’t hear a sound but the window glas-s was alre-ady
scattered on me. I rushed and locked the door.
Contemplating whether to leave Tiffany alone, I
realized her left hand had been pointing towards a
door.
I looked back and saw segun’s dark figure sm-irking
behind the window. He was aiming his gun again. I
dived, didn’t hear any gunsh0t; must be cause of the
silencer. I dashed towards the door Tiffany was pointing
at.
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