9: The death of me

Two days had passed and I didn't see Amanda. I had other companies to check, and I would even need to attend a meeting today.

Dressed, dissatisfied, and tired of doing all the work, I walked to my car and waited. It wasn't a nice idea to keep seeing Derrick after what he did to Amanda but he was my secretary. He didn't say anything about her and I just want to keep waiting till he does.

I got in, good thing he would do the driving today and we would be alone.

"Good morning Sir, your meeting with Fadex Company got canceled because their boss had an accident"

I smiled.

Some part of me felt so happy. Mind you, I wasn't cheerful that the business would be delayed or because someone had an accident, I was happy because I had nothing else to do.

From the back seat, I looked dead into Derrick's eyes and thought about what to do next.

"What are your other plans today, Sir?" Derrick asked.

From the driver's seat, he checked the appointment iPad, read it for a few seconds, and backed up at me.

"It's Friday. Your son would be back from school early which means you can spend more time with him. Miss Zhara has booked an appointment to see you for three months, today is free. Your spa day is tomorrow, I can call them to make it today or..."

"Take me to Church," I told him.

CHURCH Is the name of the company Amanda worked in. When I came up with the idea, it felt so illegal. Like an underground railroad for outlawed immigration, back works from the family's company, and part of my oil business.

The oil part was illegal but it wasn't for our government either. My father asked if I was planning on making a church but the churches were controlled by the government so I just named after his suggestion.

"Take me to church," I said again but this time, in a whisper.

As the car drove in silence, I thought about what Amanda would look like. Would she wear something revealing or something like those old clothes she used to wear?

"That lady," I said.

I looked at his face from the front mirror. Monitoring his reaction, I knew he had no idea of what I was talking about.

"That Amanda, you know her?"

I could see it clearly that he tensed up when I mentioned her name. The way he looked at me and avoided my gaze made me suspect him.

"You know I hate waiting"

"I am sorry Sir," Derrick said in a low shaking voice.

He took a turn, got a few seconds to look at me, and took obvious deep breaths.

"I was sent to pick her up from the airport the day she arrived," Derrick said.

I nodded.

How come I forgot about that already?

The drive went back to silent.

The next way she looked at him, that fear, the way she was shaking after made me not believe him. I felt like they didn't just meet themselves that day.

Soon we got to the parking lot of the company and Derrick began to park. He killed the engine and rushed to open the door for me.

He was holding my briefcase and s**t jacket when we got to the elevator. Occasionally, I would look over my shoulder to see him looking at me.

"You know Amanda, don't you?" I asked.

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I couldn't stop thinking about what Derrick told me as I waited in my office. They used to be friends in college and later on lovers, should I be worried?

Should I be worried that the woman I desire once belonged to my worker and he still wants her?

Without thinking, I called Amanda on the telecom and asked her to come. I didn't have anything to tell her but I just wanted to see her face.

Impatiently, I watched the door still she walked in looking like a cute chicken. The yellow knee-length dress she wore fit her so well. Her arms, knees, and cleavage were showing and I loved it.

I needed to see more, to have her in my arms and kiss that tired look off her face.

"You called, Sir," she said in a low voice.

I smiled and looked at the chair in front of me so she sat.

"Thanks, Sir" she smiled.

Damn, she got that beautiful smile.

This girl would be the end of me, I know it.

My gaze didn't leave Amanda till she walked closer and sat down. It was then that I noticed that her dress looked washed. Her hair wasn't looking the best and her nails looked like she had bitten so much into them.

I need to change my woman.

I stood up, walked to the door, and looked back at her. She followed. She was just so obedient till we got into the car and saw Derrick.

"Sir?" She panicked.

I could see the fear in her eyes. The look that showed that she was no longer the submissive girl that followed me here.

"Leave us, Derrick"

As soon as he left, I got to the front and asked her to join me. She was reluctant with everything including fixing her seat belt and I had to fix it for her.

I lean closer, and having my face close to her chest makes me excited. The man inside my trousers couldn't hold it to the point of jerking in excitement.

"Sir your face is on my....uhmmm"

I gulped, moved away from her breast, and tried my best not to look horny and unmannered.

"You are going to have your hair and wardrobe changed," I said as I initiated the car.

Amanda wasn't having it. She looked at me and shook her head in disagreement.

"I owe you a lot. The ticket, visa, rent, the money you gave me, food, and now make over?" Amanda looked at me dead in the eyes and frowned.

"You want to get me entangled?" She asked.

I was astonished.

I didn't know what she meant.

"You want to give me a lot and I won't be able to pay back?"

Ohhh, I got it.

My gaze remained on the road. I would not want to risk our lives for her laughable thinking.

"It's my money, you are my obligation, I am not asking for you to pay back and you are my woman"

"Your woman?" Amanda questioned.

I gobbled.

I have never been so speechless and nervous in my life. The way she sucked her lower lip in as she waited for me to answer her made me shiver in want for her.

I desire her. She was my woman and I would have her.

"Your father gave you to me. I need to take care of you and you are a woman" I fabricated my explanation.

I couldn't tell her that I loved her, that I wanted her as my own and I wanted her to be my possession.

"Or would you rather want me to call you my girl? Your father would be so mad at me if I let you off and make you lack anything"

She didn't seem convinced but she nodded, smiled, and moved stray hair off her face.

My eyes roamed around till it fell on her thigh. Damn, they were so stunning.

"You are a good girl and I want to do everything for you," I said to her.

She beamed.

In retort to her smile, I leaned closer to her and placed a soft kiss on her chin. She didn't try to move away, she just stayed still, letting me kiss her over and over till she turned to look at me.

"Sir"

"Call me by my name" I corrected her.

I didn't give her time to reply, I just kissed her lips. She kissed me back, moaning into my mouth as if she had expected it. I heard the sound of the safety belt unlocking before that of fierce horns and screeching tires.

s**t!

I panicked.

Stopped the car right in time to avoid running into a truck.

"I know you are going to be the death of me" I chuckled as we took deep whiffs to calm ourselves.