WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

“Yes, Auntie Uju isn’t it too early,” she murmured.

“We need to talk,” she whispered, peeping at Ferguson, who was in bed.

They went to the backyard. “Is that white man not wanted by the police? I thought you came back with a woman. I was scared when I saw him smoking by my window this morning.”

She breathed hard. “A long story that must be told, auntie.”

Auntie Uju gave him a stool and sat on one. Opula sat down, staring at the ground. “You left for California five years ago and came back with a wanted man? What’s happening, my daughter?” She had missed her. It was in her voice. Auntie Uju was her parents now.

I am sorry Ferguson. I am sorry I got to hand you over to the police. Ten million dollars and hundred million dollars is no joke. Your time is up, she thought. She looked this way and that way. “He is a criminal. I brought him down here because he would be of use to us. In our possession is software worth hundred million dollars which we must sell to a Chinese billionaire in California.” She stared around again before saying, “I have a nice plan which I’m executing already. I will keep him relaxed while you go and fetch the police. If he is arrested we can have the software and sell it to the billionaire. We will be very rich.”

“I hope it won’t get you into trouble. I wanted to call the police once I saw him but for you. So how do you intend to keep him relaxed as you said?” she said, staring around.

“This is Miami. He knows nowhere in Miami. I will tie him down with my pussy while you go for the police. If they ask me why I am with him I will tell them it’s my plan of arresting him for the police. Remember the police are also after the software. I will figure out how I will hide the software before the police come. Besides they is a stake of ten million dollars for anybody that catches them so if you cooperate with me that money can be yours because I know where the rest of the criminals are.”

“You do? Are you sure he won’t mention you as an accomplice?” she asked, breathing. She was far way scared of getting involved in all this. But the money was really attractive. She would do it anyway. This is my break through, she thought.

“Hell no. he is wanted. I am not wanted, so the police won’t believe him.”

“The ten million dollars and the hundred million dollars, oh we can’t afford to lose them, OP,” she said, touching her body in one moment of splendor.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Auntie Uju you must go right away. We don’t have time.”

“I know OP. You got to calm down. You must know that the longer he stays the easier it is for police to arrest him. Once he is arrested the other three will be rounded up too.”

“Yes, that is why you must make your plans on how to call the police because the other three might be searching for us now.”

Auntie Uju disappeared like lightning.

***

A police van halted to a corner and five armed police men and Auntie Uju alighted. When they entered into the bedroom it was ghostly. Bang! Nobody was there. Opula and Ferguson had escaped.

“Where is he, madam?” one of the police men asked.

“But he was here. He was in bed with my niece when I left to call you people.”

“Can you put a call to your niece then?” the other police man suggested.

Bang! Her phone was switched off.

The faces of the police men were twisted in frustration.

“Let’s have the number of your niece,” one of them said. The rest went to the backyard and later came back.

“Did they come in a car?” one of them asked.

“Yes,” Auntie Uju replied. “A Benz.”

“When we walked in I saw traces of tires all over your compound. They left in haste. It seems your niece played a fast one on you. She is an accomplice.”

She replied in a harsh tone, “God forbid! My niece can’t be an accomplice. She is only being a patriot. Didn’t you people declare these men wanted? You won’t believe she seduced the white one down to this place. I am a woman. It is not easy to give your pussy to a man let alone a total stranger.”

“Is she a prostitute?” one of them asked.

Auntie Uju ignored him. She was losing already; the software; the ten million dollars.

“I am still wondering why they escaped together and at the very moment you came to call us,” one of the officers said.

“I am as awed as you people. Every criminal has an escape instinct. You never can tell.”

“Ok, always get in touch with us if they reappear. We’ll trace them with your niece’s number.”

They thanked her and left Auntie Uju exhausted.

Opula sat staring at Ferguson. If they had wasted more time in hot sex Ferguson would have been in police nets now while she escaped with the software. Her plan was to make Ferguson sleep deeply after a hot round of sex. But there was a twist. Bang! She never saw it coming. Ferguson was mid way penetrating her vagina when he flinched from her; something had struck him in thought.

“We need to visit a priest of voodoo right away,” he had said, panting.

“What is wrong with you, Ferg? Get down on me,” she had said pulling him closer, rolling her eyes in disappointment and covering her nakedness with the duvet. “What do you need voodoo for?”

He hissed. “I am not comfortable with this entire plan anymore. I need to know our fate in this struggle, and charm up if possible. I think voodoo will make us stronger and invisible.” He had stood, dressing up, and packing up with fire in his eyes.

“You are packing up?” she had asked. Her heart beat had increased more than usual.

Mystery to be revealed…