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“Ebube. I am on my way. We need to talk”
That was the text I got from Ben. I hate when he does this. Text out of the blue that he is on his way. Normal people would call before hand and let me know. At least it will give me time to prepare.
And I was supposed to go to Sunday brunch with Kike. I guess I will have to cancel. It’s not like I have a choice. Uncle Ben has spoken and I have to adhere to what he has said.
You see when he gets here, he will rant to me about all his issues. How is wife doesn’t get him. How the CEO in his office is a douche. How he doesn’t understand why the school fees of his six year old daughter is one million naira.
After his rant is done, he will then kiss me. To be honest, he is the best kisser in the world. No one kisses like Benjamin Ademola. After 20 minutes of kissing and fondling my breasts, he will yell turn around. Now the thing is, I do not like anal sex, but it gives him all the pleasure in the world. Besides, that is the reason why he started seeing me. According to him, his wife is lousy in bed, didn’t wanna experiment and was a nag. So I take it like a big girl because in the end its worth it.
When he is done, I will hop in the shower to ease the pain and to wash off the guilt I am feeling. Ben will hop in the shower with me and say “you are so amazing.” He will then have a go with me right there again but this time he will use the main entrance. Thank God. I hate having sex in the shower. The water gets in the way and you can’t even kiss well because you are trying hard not to swallow the water. Abeg, in this Lagos, someone cannot come and be drinking tap water. It’s not that deep.
After the session, he will tell me he has to go. Give me a kiss and head out. It is an exhausting relationship I know but he is a nice guy with a good heart. All them Lagos boys and Yoruba demons specialize in heartbreak and my dear Ben is not that guy. I like what we have. Do I love him? I can’t answer that. Does he love me? Well he screams “I love you” when he is about to cum. Do I want to be his side chick forever? I don’t know. I get the attention I need. I am taken care of physically, emotionally and even financially. I don’t have to take care of him, do his laundry, cook for him, raise his kids; he has a wife for that.
The knock on my door brought me back to the present. It was Ben.
“Hey you!” I said enthusiastically as I opened the door for him
“How are you? ” he asked me as he took his seat.
“I am OK. Was supposed to go for Sunday brunch with Kike but you always come first.”
“Ebube there is no easy way to say this”
“Is there a problem?” Now I was worried.
“I think it’s time for me to focus on my family and my marriage”
“OK? That’s fine. What does that have to do with me”
“I can’t see you anymore. I have to end this”
I looked at Ben and it felt like he just put a knife in my heart.
I can’t breathe.