Thomas lay sprawling on the bed. The events of the previous day had left him weak and exhausted, but it was the sexcapade that had followed afterwards that had left him near dead from exhaustion. His mistress had been absolutely magnificent in bed but highly demanding at the same time. Despite having partied hard all day, she still hadn’t been satisfied with 6 rounds, so they had ended up at 9. And it had lasted the whole night.
And yet Thomas hadn’t found her by his side, when he had woken up in the early hours of that morning.
I’m still tired as fuck, and she’s already up?
“Well I did all the stroking, and her the moaning” Thomas had said to himself, nestling closer to his pillow and had fallen asleep again.
When Thomas woke again up 2 hours later, he had found his mistress in the bedroom.
She sat over the table and was just finishing her breakfast.
Still on the bed, Thomas propped up on his chin and admired his mistress. She was looking very lovely in her white nightgown.
She’s looks even lovelier naked. Thomas had thought wickedly to himself.
He faked a cough, and this had alerted her of his presence. She turned around and gave Thomas the most seductive smile in her arsenal of smiles.
That was enough to make Thomas hard again. Then he returned the smile while savouring her body with his eyes. His eyes soon settled on her breasts, which was barely covered by the loose nightgown, giving Thomas an ample view of her cleavage.
The mistress soon followed the direction of his eyes, and then she hissed in feigned disgust when she found them on her breasts.
“Pervert” she muttered and turned her back on him to concentrate on her breakfast.
Thomas chuckled and then settled back in bed.
“Baby… Only you could throw a damn party all day, fuck 50 men all night and still manage to murder all 50 of them before the break of dawn” Thomas sneered jokingly.
In which the mistress had replied without looking back.
“While you fuck like a beast and sleep like a baby”
Thomas had laughed and although he hadn’t known why he was saying it but had still gone to say in gratitude.
“Funny but Thank you”
Then the mistress had turned around and said in reply.
“For what exactly? For giving you the best sex of your life?… That’s like the 100th time, Thomas” she added with a sly wink.
Thomas had laughed again but said nothing in response. He had thanked her not because she had given him a bomb sex, but because she had given it free of charge. Out of all his mistresses, Duchess had been the most willing, cooperative and the most loyal. And he was endeared to her too. Maybe that was because she was his cousin.
And speaking of best sex, the previous night’s had definitely fallen into Thomas’ top 5, but it had not been his best sex. That honour was still currently being held by a village beauty in a remote town in far Eastern Nigeria.
“I was thanking you for being a loyal companion to me” Thomas opened up, and then sat up.
Duchess shrugged and said in reply.
“Well to be fair, your brother asked me to”
“And, you’re doing one heck of a job, babe” Thomas remarked with a sly grin.
Thomas knew why his brother had asked Duchess to come be with him. It hasn’t been more than 2 years since the loss of their sister; Tiffany, and his brother had knew how close Thomas had been to their sister. Much closer than his brother will ever know though; so close that they had kissed. Anyways, his brother had arranged for their cousin, Duchess to come over from the States and provide some sort of solace to Thomas. Having sex with their cousin around the globe, had certainly not been what his brother had got in mind, but Duchess had presented the “additional benefits ” on her own, and Thomas himself had always had a weak spot for ladies who shared his blood.
Thus for the last 2 years, Thomas and Duchess had toured around the world partying, whoring and having sex with each other. Although the pair have been quite committed to each other, they had never considered themselves to be in a romantic relationship, on the contrary they were in an open relationship. During their many travels, Duchess had brought many other men into their bed, while Thomas had done the same with women. While Thomas was strictly straight, Duchess was openly bisexual, in which Thomas had often found himself in bed with Duchess and her girlfriends in steamy threesome and foursome sex on more than several occasions.
Thomas smiled to himself as the memories of those events unfolded in his head. Then he got up, and in the process the bed cover fell off and uncovered his nakedness. Thomas didn’t care though, afterall there was nobody currently in the room who hadn’t seen him naked before.
Still naked, Thomas left the room into the outer house.
“Duchy!” Thomas called out loudly from the outer house, and barked
“What the hell happened to my booze?”
“You mean our booze!” Duchess corrected before continuing in a raised voice. “There’s still a bottle of Scotch left from the party you hosted yesterday”
Whenever Thomas was too lazy to attend parties, he hosted one in his home at his exotic penthouse located in Victoria Island, Lagos.
Meanwhile Duchess who was since done with her breakfast, produced a package and opened it. Inside she found a letter, some photos and a note which happened to be written by a medical doctor.
After putting the package aside, Duchess then produced a small book. Thomas recorded all his life events in this book. It was Thomas’ diary. Duchess had seen Thomas write in it once or twice, but apart from then, Thomas had always been extra careful not to do it in her presence and had refused to divulge any details to her, when she had inquired about it. More so, Duchess was a nosy person and had a habit of snooping around Thomas’ personal stuffs when he was out of sight. Thomas knew this of course, so he always kept Duchess close with him and was extra careful to keep any important stuff of his out of her reach, especially his diary.
But earlier today, when Duchess had gotten up early to fix breakfast, she had stumbled upon the diary on the kitchen floor, where it must have fallen from the pocket of a jacket, because she had found the jacket on top. This had been the same jacket, Thomas had worn the previous night at the party. He had made out and had sex with one of the party guests in the kitchen near the end of the party the previous day, and must have probably been too drunk to remember he had left the jacket containing his most confidential information, lying carelessly on the kitchen floor. Although Duchess had always been curious about the diary, she knew the danger of Thomas walking in on her, so she had decided not to read it then, but had still kept it with her. Also later when she had been putting the house in order, she had stumbled upon the package containing the letter, which she had taken too.
As footsteps approached, Duchess quickly hid the diary but left the letters and photos at sight. Thomas soon shows up, holding a bottle of Scotch in one hand and a tray carrying his breakfast at the other. Thomas was still naked.
“Get some pants on! Will you?” Duchess snapped, irritated.
Thomas smirks, and then dangles his manhood in front of Duchess, who turns her face away in feigned disgust.
“Admit it Duchy, you prefer to have me look like this everytime” Thomas remarked, still smirking.
However, Thomas ignored Duchy and then went on to have his breakfast in his bed.
After a few mouthfuls, Thomas remarked in compliment.
“Mmmm.. mmm.. This is really good babe”
After taking a sip from the scotch, Thomas then added humorously.
“You cook better than Abigail, babe.. Perhaps there wouldn’t be any need for a new maid Eh?”
As if pricked by a thorn, Duchess immediately swerved around on her seat and then said hotly to Thomas.
“You must be crazy if you think can use me as your little house help, Tom… If you don’t get another maid in by next week, i’m moving into a hotel”
Thomas laughed and continued eating. Abigail had been Thomas’ maid and cook, until he had to dismiss her after he had gotten her pregnant.
Thomas couldn’t stand kids.
“We won’t be needing another maid, Duchy” Thomas said in between mouthfuls and then announced. “We’re leaving this awful city, babe…This year’s family convention is holding in Paris this weekend, we have to attend”
But Duchess wasn’t listening anymore. Instead she picked up the letter, and waved it at Thomas, till he eventually looked up and caught sight of it
Thomas grinned and then remarked.
“You’ve been nosy again, Duchy”
Then he remarked while smirking. ” Be careful Duchy, Snooping can get you killed “
“And keeping secrets can make you a killer, Tom” Duchess countered.
Still smirking, Thomas winks at her.
Then Duchess asks.
“Did you ever intend on reading it?”
“Maybe” Thomas replied disinterestedly and took another sip. A postman had brought the letter in a package almost a week ago. Thomas had completely forgotten about the letter until now.
Duchess chuckled and then gushed in admiration.
“Awwn… Look at these babies, so cute … They seem to be triplets.. Wow Tommy, are they yours?” Duchess asked sweetly with a pleasant smile, while holding up the photos.
Thomas suddenly became curious. He sprang up to his feet and approached Duchess.
“Gimme that” Thomas demanded curtly, and snatched the letter and photos from Duchess.
After going through the photos and letter, Thomas suddenly exclaimed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“What is it, what does the letter say?” Duchess inquired, curiously.
But Thomas didn’t answer.
“Lemme see” An impatient Duchess snatched back the letter and then read the contents.
“I’d thought you’ve read it” Thomas remarked, and then returned to his meal.
“Who’s Zinachidi?” A puzzled Duchess suddenly asked, looking up from the letter.
Who’s Zinachidi? Really? Thomas was amused by Duchess’ poor memory. Zina was the village beauty who had given him the best sex of his life.
However he answered.
“That hot village girl from that festival in the East, the one you had us attend a year ago”
Duchess whose face had been beaming with smiles, suddenly creased into a deep scowl, as realization dawned on her.
“You mean that bitch who had us spend 6 months in that stinky village” Duchess’ ranted bitterly. .
Thomas only smirked to himself. Duchess had never liked Zina, and had also been jealous of her. And rightly so, because Zina was miles more beautiful and hotter. That had happened a year ago, and details of the events had become vague to Thomas. But what still remained fresh in his memories, was that she had given him the greatest sex he’d ever had. And of course those captivating dance steps and pure grace she had displayed at the festival still rustled his brain till now. Zina had been the most beautiful lady at the festival, and possibly in the whole town as well. Although she’d never admit it, Duchess had been attracted to her and basically all the men at the festival had been too. Long story short, it had taken 6 months for Thomas to get Zina to spread her legs for him. 4 of which he had spent wooing her, the highest he’s ever had to seduce anyone. People had warned him of her pride and stubbornness and Thomas had seen that firsthand, in which that had compelled him to be at his best behaviour. Zina had been immune to his looks and public display of wealth and Thomas had never known a girl to have had him wrapped around her finger as Zina had done; to the extent that Thomas had jilted Duchess. That period had taught Thomas humility, a virtue Thomas had always been stranger to. Sometimes the frustration had become too unbearable for Thomas, such that the evil notions of raping her and getting done with it, had eventually crossed his mind more than once. But having done it once already, Thomas had been reluctant to go through the ordeal a second time. Besides, he had somehow relished chasing after Zina. And in the end, all the efforts had been worth it, because he had gotten Zina to fall madly in love with him and that had been a key factor in finally getting her to bed. Although Zina had been a virgin when he took her, she had given a performance worthy of a veteran. Thereafter, they had gone on to have intercourse a couple of more times, and Thomas still relished every single moment of them. Had she not started babbling about marriage and talks of missed periods, Thomas knew he would have stayed with her for a whole year. In the end, Thomas had fled the town with Duchess after spending half a year with Zina. Although Zina had been his greatest trophy, Thomas had never loved her. The only woman Thomas had ever loved was his sister and his sister was dead.
“What does she want?” Duchess asked curtly, snapping Thomas back to reality.
“You’re holding the damn letter, read it” Thomas snapped back.
The mere thoughts of Zina had awoken a strong arousal and desire in Thomas that he could not begin to fathom.
Meanwhile, Duchess finished reading the rest of the letter and then laughed.
“Really? Tom… One would have thought you would have the sense to have used protection” Duchess sneered.
“The bitch believed I was going to marry her, so she hadn’t seen the need for protection” Thomas said in his defense, before adding smugly
“Besides I was too drunk with her body to have cared anyways”
“And now you’ve earned yourself bastard triplets, Bravo” Duchess scorned and then gave Thomas a mock bow.
“At least she’s not barren like you” Thomas fired back harshly.
Duchess’ face immediately turned scarlet red, and in anger, she tore the letter into shreds, and threw them at Thomas.
“Hey… I wasn’t done reading that” Thomas protested.
“There’s nothing to read about anymore!” Duchess glowered. She was near the point of tears, but she still managed to say “Your precious Zina wants you to help your sick children…. So if I were you I would go back to her, afterall she’s very beautiful and she gave you children while your barren cousin is just your whore!”
With that, Duchess stormed off and slammed the door behind her.
Thomas knew he had hurt Duchess deeply and he felt genuinely sorry for her. Duchess highly sexual lifestyle had earned her 6 abortions which had eventually cost her the use of her womb. And Thomas had been directly responsible for 3 of those abortions.
Notwithstanding, Thomas did not feel inclined to apologize to her especially for something that had been true. Besides this was not the first time they had quarreled, and anytime they did, Duchess had always crawled back to his bed at night. Sometimes they’d apologize to each other, most times they made over with sex. Today would be no different.
Meanwhile, Duchess locked up herself in the bathroom and sobbed. This was not the first time Thomas had called her barren, he’d actually made it a point of duty to remind her every now and then, especially when she insisted on protected sex. On one occasion, Thomas had laughed it off and scorned.
“Why? You scared of getting pregnant? Where are you going store the baby? Your stomach? “
Then she had laughed too. But calling her barren now had hurt deeply, especially when you’d just read about someone giving birth to triplets. And especially when that someone was a person you hated and envied.
Still acting in anger, Duchess decided to have her revenge on Thomas by reading his diary. In the safety of the bathroom, Duchess brought out the diary and began reading. After reading the first few lines, Duchess felt a sudden jolt of guilt and she closed the book.
This is not right. Duchess thought to herself. Thomas hadn’t wronged her enough to have his privacy violated.
But curiosity had always been Duchess’ weakness, and eventually she succumbed to it. She opened the diary again and continued reading.
As she read on, the expression on her face began to change.
Her expression first went from sadness to pity, then from pity it gave way to anxiety, anxiety soon parted way for fear to come in, and fear quickly led to fright….
By the time she closed the book finally, Duchess was horrified.
Thomas had turned out to be right. Although Duchess had avoided him through out the rest of the day, Duchess had still showed up to his bed at nightfall, to lie beside him.
When Thomas tried to touch Duchess, she recoiled and faced the other direction.
Seems there won’t be make up sex today. Apologies it is then..
Thomas sighed and then recited his planned apology.
“I’m sorry Duchy, it was stupid of me to call you barren at that time, please forgive me”
Apologies never came easy to Thomas, and he had just spent the whole day rehearsing this one.
But when Duchess refused to answer, Thomas grunted silent curses and turned away to sleep.
Just when he was about to doze off, Duchess finally spoke out.
“I’m sorry” she said very softly. But Thomas had heard her all the same.
“Sorry for what? I was the one who wronged you” Thomas remarked.
“No you don’t understand” then Duchess turned and faced him.
She was sad, Thomas noticed.
After a very brief passing silence, Duchess finally confessed.
“I’m sorry for prying… For prying on your privacy”
Thomas understood at once. My diary…
It has only been few hours ago, when Thomas had finally noticed the diary missing. Then he had prayed dearly to God that it been he who had misplaced it and not because Duchess had stolen it.
God why? She is my best friend… Thomas lamented to himself.
However, Thomas remained calm and then asked coolly.
“How much do you know”
Please don’t say everything…. Thomas had prayed desperately.
” Everything ” Duchess had answered truthfully still.
Thomas suddenly felt like crying. Duchess had no idea what she’s gotten into.
“And?” Thomas asked in a strange sudden calmness.
“I saw what you wrote about yourself and Tiffany” she replied meekly.
Thomas sighed. That part he had hoped no one else to know, but it was not as implicating as the latter parts.
“And?” Thomas asked calmly again.
Duchess remained silent for a while before answering soberly.
“I know what you did to her and her fiance”
Thomas sighed. He had hoped Duchess would have stopped at the point he had wrote about his activities with his sister. But it seems snooping was eventually going to get Duchess killed.
“Why are you still here?” Thomas asked half in surprise and half in anger.
She must have read the diary much earlier in the day and so must have had all day to run. Any sensible person would have fled as soon as seeing the contents of that diary.
You should have ran, you fool… Thomas thought angrily
“Because I want to be here” Duchess replied and nestled closer to Thomas. Then she continued defiantly.
“I don’t care what you did to your sister and her fiance, Tom…”
No Duchy, you should care. Thomas thought sadly.
But Duchess was still speaking.
“I also read about what you wrote about me ” Duchess revealed with a sweet smile and then said. “About how you hope to love me one day and settle down with me…”
Until now… Thomas thought bitterly. Because now you know too much Duchy….
Duchess then lay on Thomas’ bare broad chest and said to him emotionally.
“But I already love you Tom, I have always loved you, and I forgive you for your past deeds just as you will forgive me too for prying”
You know too much Duchy…
Duchess sat up and looked into Thomas eyes pleadingly.
“Please say something, Tom”
You know too much Duchy…
“Tom please, I’m sorry” Duchess pleaded passionately, and then shook Thomas vigorously.
When Thomas looked at Duchess again, he noticed her eyes was glistening with tears.
She had the opportunity to run away and rat you out, but she didn’t. Because she loves you, Tom… A part of his mind appealed to Thomas, but the larger part kept singing… You know too much Duchy…
The song played for another while and then stopped.
Then Thomas sat up to face Duchess.
Facing Thomas was the girl who had helped him get over the loss of his dear sister, who had willingly accepted to be his sex partner, who had then become his best friend, who had travelled all over the world with him, who had remained committed and loyal to him, who had lost her womb due to an abortion in which he had been responsible, who had stuck by him despite his obsession with the village beauty, and who had not run away even after discovering he was a murderer…. This girl deserved so much better…
Then Thomas smiled lovingly at Duchess and declared.
“I forgive you”
Without another word, Thomas gathered Duchess in his arms and kissed her hungrily.
Relieved, Duchess flung her arms around Thomas and kissed him back with equal ferocity.
It was few hours past midnight at the Third Mainland bridge when a black sleek Range Rover pulled over. And Thomas stepped out. He was clad in a black overcoat and wore a black hat with dark shades. The air was chilly but Thomas only felt cold because of what he had done than because of the weather.
After making sure no one else were present, Thomas opened the trunk of his car and revealed the dead body of Duchess.
Thomas had suffocated Duchess with a pillow while she had slept.
Even when dying, she had resisted so little against him. Afterwards, Thomas had held her in his arms and wept for hours. The last time Thomas had wept, he had been mourning his sister, and now it was his cousin.
“So beautiful and peaceful” Thomas remarked sadly to himself as he watched over the corpse fondly.
Then without another word, Thomas lifted the corpse on an arm and shut the trunk. Bearing dead Duchess on his arm, he walked over to the bridge rail, which separated the lagoon from land. After hesitating for half a heartbeat, Thomas eventually dropped the corpse into the lagoon, and watched as the waters swallowed her up.
She knew too much… Thomas mind had said to console him repeatedly, but deep down, Thomas knew that hadn’t justified his actions and was almost regretting it.
After reflecting for a while, Thomas dipped his hand into a pocket and then produced the diary. This little book had cost the life of Duchess and him, his best friend.
“To hell with you” Thomas cursed bitterly, and then flung the diary into the lagoon, in which the book sank within seconds.
I killed my best friend and now I am alone…. Thomas reflected sadly.
Thomas dipped his hand into another pocket, and produced a can beer. He opened it and drank heavily in huge gulps. As he drank, he rummaged through some thoughts. Attending the annual family convention in Paris was now out of the question. His brother would be there and his Aunt Tonya who was also Duchess’ mother would definitely be there. His brother would demand why Duchess wasn’t with him while his aunt would ask about her daughter. And these would lead to a whole lot of other questions and unwanted secrets would start opening up.
And then I might have to continue killing family members… Thomas thought wearily to himself.
No. Thomas decided.
Thomas had a better idea. He was going to disappear forever.
With that resolved, Thomas flung the can beer into the lagoon, returned to his car and sped off.