I began to lose faith in myself and my ability to get a job, by the time I had spent seven months without a job, I was ready to even take on a driving or security job. I was that desperate and it was during that time that I met Mr. Jim Benson. I had been walking along Marina, moving from one office or the other submitting my credentials. I was tired, hungry, and worn out. I also had just about N200 in my pocket which couldn’t even take me home. I saw Mr. Jim Benson, he was sitting inside a very big jeep and speaking on the phone while his driver drove slowly through the afternoon traffic. Some little voice told me to approach him and ask for money, I had never done that before and knew that Lagosians mistrusted anybody who begged for money because a lot of fake beggars abound in the city. But my heart was strongly moved to meet him, and so I walked towards his jeep and knocked lightly at his window. He turned and looked at me; he must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he wound down the window.
“What can I do for you young man?” he asked me.
“Please sir; pardon my intrusion into your privacy.
I need your help sir;’ I said in impeccable English.
“What can I do for you?” he asked me again.
“I’m not a beggar but I need your assistance with transport fare. I have just N200 and I am going back to Shomolu,” I explained to him. He thought for a while, at the same time casting glances at me. ‘Oh God, please let him not reject my plea,’ I prayed in my heart. Suddenly, he dug his hands into his wallet and gave me a lump sum of N1000 notes.
“Oh, no sir, all I asked for is transport fare,” I said.
“I know, but take this all the same; you look like you need it.”
“Thank you very much, sir. God will bless you, sir,” I said almost prostrating on the floor, this is the first time a stranger was showing an act of kindness to me in Lagos. He also handed me his card and asked me to call him. That singular meeting with Mr. Jim Benson changed my life. the next time I called him, he invited me to his office, I had impulsively gone there with my CV and after a few discussions, I told him my predicament and gave him my CV. Mr. Jim took one look at my credentials and offered me a job in his company. Because he ran an oil services firm, he employed me in the technical department.
Mr. Jim is a very busy man and so his wife, Mrs. Tamara Johnson oversees most of his businesses. She was the loveliest woman I had ever seen. I remember the first time I met her; she had come to the office and asked to see me. When the human resources personnel ushered me in, she looked up and our eyes met. I looked away as I instantly became shy, she was too beautiful and I didn’t want to stare embarrassingly at her. “Good afternoon ma,” I greeted her almost prostrating. She stared at me briefly and then dismissed the HR with a slight nod. Afterward, she introduced herself formally and asked me several questions about myself which I answered as well as I could. Mrs. Tamara Johnson instructed me to work closely with her, so I could learn the ropes of the job on time. That was how I began to work closely with my boss’ wife; she was a very mean woman who handled the business professionally and without sentiments. But the way she treated me was different, she would take me to restaurants for lunch and when she goes for shopping she would buy me gifts. I initially thought she was doing it out of compassion or that she treats me that way as her younger brother. However, when Mrs. Johnson began to ask for my opinion about her looks and began to tell me intimate things about her; that was when I realized she had ulterior motives.
“Johnson, what do you do when you are less busy?” she asked me one evening while we were sitting inside her office.
“I either watch television at home or I hang out with some friends,” I replied as cautiously as I could.
“Friends, male or female?” she asked mischievously. “I am dying to know more about you,” she said flirtatiously.
“Madam, I hang out with my male friends,” she waved off my explanation with her hands.
“Johnson, are you saying you don’t have a girlfriend?” she probed, I opened my mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say so I closed it. I waited and then Mrs. Johnson made her offer.
“Johnson, I like you. In fact, I can’t think of anything else but you. You are in my head all the time, she said and moved closer to me to caress my hands. I couldn’t say a word, how could I reject her without offending her?
“I want us to be lovers and I promise you, I will promote you to the MD of this company as well as make sure you enjoy a lot of freebies from me:’ she offered me. The offer was too juicy to refuse, an MD in the company was entitled to a duplex on the Island, a car, and a salary, which ran into several millions of naira, and all she wanted from me was sex. I asked her for time to think about it, and the more I thought of it, the more I loved the offer. Mrs. Johnson made it even easier for me as she invited me to the prestigious Eko Hotel and Suites and she treated me to a romantic dinner after which we had mind-blowing sex. That was how I became Mrs. Johnson’s lover, of course, we were very discreet and she fulfilled her promise. Within months, the MD was promoted to assistant group MD, and I was made the MD of the company.
Though my swift promotion sent tongues wagging, none of them knew the reason for my promotion and they didn’t confront me either, I only heard side-talks each time I walked by any group of staff. Mrs. Johnson and I began to have sex so regularly that I wondered if she still had the strength to make love to her husband.
Last month the bubble burst, and a very happy Mrs. Tamara Johnson called me into her office and told me she was two months pregnant. I was dumbfounded but she assured me she had it all planned out. She intends to foist the paternity of the baby on her husband but I’m very uncomfortable about the whole plan, what if the baby ends up looking like me? The worst part is that the pregnancy has increased my boss’ wife’s sexual appetite, she now demands for sex regularly and each time I make love to her, I’m plagued by guilt. I don’t know what to do or how to stop, worst of it all, I fear losing everything I have gained from her if I end my affair with her. Can somebody please tell me what to do?
…To Be Continued
