05/01/2025
All the women I've slept with ended up dying within a week.
This has aroused great concern within my family and close friends.
A lot of people have said I was an Ogbanje. Some have said It was a curse from birth.
But come to think of it, was I supposed to care?
Of course I have no hand in their demise.
Despite all of this, these beautiful girls never ceased to flock around me.
Infact, every single night, I have made it a norm to always visit the clubhouse, and whenever I was returning home, these ladies would request to follow me. Sometimes I wondered why. But I got to realize that they were only attracted to my flashy cars and the money I flaunted around.
It was during the heat of this saga that I met Esther.
Unlike every other girl, Esther was just in her early twenties; a typical Yoruba girl.
She was tall in height and her fair skin was synonymous to that of Queen Elizabeth. Her beauty radiated an air of charm that men hardly resist.
As expected, we got to know ourselves.
One thing led to another, she began to develop feelings for me and that was when we started dating.
All these while, we have never had séx; I intentionally avoided the act because I didn't want her to díe like the rest.
Sometimes, when she comes to visit at my house, we'd end up kíssing and touching, but I always made sure I didn't cross the line.
On several occasions, she has questioned me on why I have refused to touch her.
I have always been smart to dodge all her questions, but the last time she came around, trust me, I was thrown off balance.
“Mike, am I beautiful?” She had asked, screwing through my face for answers, with her eyes.
"Of course you are.” I answered.
"Am I not good enough for you?”
"Common, why all the questions? Have I said you're not good enough for me?”
"Then if I'm good enough, why have you refused to have séx with me? Why have you refused to make me feel like a woman? Why have you refused to…?” She hadn't completed her statement when she burst into tears.
I couldn't help it.
That was how our lips intertwined.
My heart was beating so fast; I reciprocated the kiss immediately.
This time around, as her hands swept across my chest, I knew there was no turning back.
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