I quickly and steadily took the basket with me into the house, wait, did I leave my door opened? Natasha had left the house before me, so there was no way that she would have left the door ajar. I cautiously walked in tiptoeing. Whoever was in my house wasn’t welcomed and that meant that I was to brace myself for any outcomes.
As I walked up the stairs into the living room. Alas! There she was. A well-dressed lady, her body so slick. Her outfit was tempting and her beauty blinding. She had a gorgeous body with eye catching curves. She comfortably sat on the velvet seat, treating herself to a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade juice. ” There you are!” She began. “Hello Jared? It’s been such a long time. Come on, take a seat,” came her melodious soft voice. How she had managed to get access into my house was still a dilemma. I had carried my key card with and so did Natasha. Where on earth had the devious daughter of Eve come from?
“Are you hungry? I am starving but I had to wait for your return. I prepared something to eat.” She said cheekily. As much as I could handle privacy breach, this was becoming too much. I walked straight into our guests’ bedroom and pulled out my pistol from one of the closets. This lady was getting over my nerves and I was not going to take that lightly. I furiously stormed out of the guests’ room and pointed the gun onto her direction. She just sat there, staring straight into my eyes. Her eyes shone bright and her light make up made her look sensational.
She smiled at me sarcastically. She was not bothered with the mere fact that I had a gun pointed towards her direction.” Come on handsome are you sure you want to do this before our daughter? Where is the respect?” This lady was proving to be a total problem.
“Now, it’s either you take the shot or sit and eat, make your choice.” She said conclusively.
This kind of gut is nothing I had ever come across. I slowly took my seat, my gun still pointed on her direction. There was no way I was going to take chances with this stranger. She served me with my favorite meal, chicken curry served with pilau. This made me get more confused. “How does she know my favorite meal?” I wondered. As I was about to taste her eateries, she quickly grabbed my gun and threw it on the sofa next to baby Natalie’s basket. I proceeded with my eating and as I was about to take a bite from the spoon, “Take it slow young man, it might be poisoned!” She joked with a sly smile on her lips.
As much as I was getting pissed off with her reactions, there is nothing much I could do. This character had taken me with surprise and it seemed that I was giving up to her games. She had me locked in her corner and there was nothing much I could.
After the tasty meal, I helped her clear the table. Amid the cordial grounds, I decided to interrogate her. I looked her straight in the face as we were heading back to the living room. “So, who are you and what do you want?” I asked with overwhelming anxiety. She took her seat and signaled me to sit next to her something that I did without a second thought.
“Tiffany is my name but my friends refer to me as Tiffah. I was born and bred in Kigali, Rwanda despite the fact that I’ve traveled a lot.” She affirmed. “Well, I have served as a waitress in a couple of restaurants and hotels in and out of Africa,” she continued. “The day we first met, back in 2017, I had just flown into the country from Johannesburg where I had been for like two months completing some work contract.”
To be honest, Tiffany’s story jogged my memory and I was able to recall this sassy diva. December was the month, 14th was the date and Friday evening was the day….