Cracked Sources (B01 E11)

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    With a shaky feel he dipped his hand into his pocket to reveal keys hitting each other in their bunch to make a non-uniformed sound. He approached his door staggering - his attempts to hold himself steady proved weaker with each step he took.

    Anna surfaced from the corner where she had been waiting for him: she had watched him keenly for a while without much substantial reason - Either to know if truly he was drunk, or to gauge how much he was drunk. We'd never know for sure.

    "You're a darling Anna," He said to her, she had placed him comfortably on his bed. She reasoned if he truly was as drunk as he appeared to be because of how fluent he sounded.

    "You're capitalizing too much on the luck that you're invisible," She said. She stood from where she crouched, to take her leave. He held her hand to stop her half way, they had swung pass his, "What are you doing Andrew?" She asked him.


    "I really hoped I was wrong, and that this was one of those rare cases where I make a mistake because of my issues at home, but it wasn't Mr. Sanni,"

    "How much exactly are we talking about?" He asked Patrick earnestly.

    Patrick shook his head as though pronouncing the amount of money, would case his jaw to break under its own weight.

    "Nine hundred and thirty-five million, eight hundred and seventy thousand naira. That's close to a billion naira, stolen under his watch." He finally answered the question.

    "What could he need such amount of money for?"

    "I have no idea" Patrick shook his head.

    "Mr. Patrick Sir, you're needed immediately at the audit unit." A tall lanky young man interrupted them - Mr. Sanni thought the young man to be one of the best dressed youth he'd seen in a long while. Immediately they left the conference room, Patricia walked in, and went for the corner of the conference table where both men had sat. She sat on Mr. Sanni's exact position, and stared at the camera facing her direction. She gave it a thumb on sign. The person at the receiving end of the camera feed gave his as well.


    It was morning. Andrew was now awake. He touched the side of his bed, he wanted the feel of warmth but he got none. He sat upright and stared at the blank space, "An intriguing wet dream I suppose" He consoled himself, he wondered how much drinks he had last light, everything seemed hazy.

    He let out a loud yawn that followed with a body stretch. His eye caught a familiar sight - The black pantie on his music amplifier.

    "Baby are you awake?" Anna called from down the stairs.

    "To hell you Beatrice" he muttered and rushed to get it. As he held it in his hand, instinct set in and he impulsively began to inhale the pleasuring odour that emanated from it - It was his fetish.


    "Yes I am," He pulled off his nose mask to hide. "Perhaps it wasn't a dream after all," He thought.

    Anna pulled up to him immediately she entered the room, he drew her even closer to his side, he ignored the tray of tea and buttered bread she brought with her.

    "Why have you so silent and acting shady?" She teased him.

    "Planning how best to saying sorry for my bad behaviour last night"

    He trickled his fingers up her thigh, into her womanliness. With each moan she gave out, he mentally sang her praises for the ease with which he pumped-in finger after finger through his loose shirt she had on. After a while, he swiftly made changes to their position, with her face down, he pumped in continuously and hard from behind, as she let out decibel after decibel of high note moans.

    He turned her over - she was now on top.

    As she was riding the mood to swift bliss, her eyes caught sight of a strange looking clothing in between the ruffled bed cover and blanket. She pulled it and out came a bra. She immediately stopped grinding.

    "Did you have sex with Beatrice when I left you both two nights ago?"

    Andrew was silent. She could sense his recognition for the bra she held in her hand.

    "A little quarrel and you run into the arms of the next available female. Okwaya?" she asked in her dialect, getting off him, and adjusting herself.

    Andrew is still silent, his gaze fixated on the bra calling out to him to smell it.

    His phone suddenly started beeping. He picked it up to read, mainly to cut the awkward questions he was getting from Anna. He saw an important message from the man he met last night, and started to dial the number back despite Anna's warning that he desists from making a call when she saw him pull the phone to his ear. In a mixture of anger, sadness, and the realization that Andrew didn't hold as much regard for her as she thought, Anna dressed up, and left while he still was on the call.


    'Ding dong! Ding dong!' the doorbell rang. Without any reply, manual knocking was applied

    "Anna, it's me. Open up"

    "I'm coming." Anna finally responded, she was trying hard to wipe away her tears as she approached the door.

    "What are you doing here Mark?" she asked after her door swung open.

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  • Talius Dike: Friday, 23 June 2017 at 06:00:00
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