Diary Of The Grand Commander

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

I was in the server room on a Thursday after general CDS three months later when my door opened and Rachael the HR Officer poked in her head. When she saw that I was inside, she opened the door wider and came in with a man I did not recognize.

“This is the Server Room. Meet Kevin, our IT Support Personnel. Kevin, meet Edward, the new Stores officer.” Rachael said.

“Nice to meet you Edward.” I said, shaking his outstretched hand.

“Pleasure is all mine Kevin” he replied.

That marked the beginning of a crazy friendship between me and Eddy. We struck a partnership so strong and unique that you would never know we barely knew each other. We talked about camp, girls, football and a lot of stuff. We had so much in common. He was a Don when it came to women. He was a soccer addict. And he was a fresh graduate.

One day during lunch he called me on the Intercom. I was in the server room, battling with the recovery of some corrupt mailboxes. I was pissed that all my efforts were not working and the ringing intercom was making me unable to concentrate. I removed the receiver and placed it on the table beside the cradle. Then I got a message on my phone:

“Oh Boy wetin dey do you? You nor go come chop? I dey Kitchen”

I picked the receiver from the table and dialed Kitchen. I asked to speak with Eddy. Eddy shouted from the background that I should come down and stop forming workaholic. I smiled. I hung up and went down to the kitchen.

That was my greatest undoing. I should have stayed back in the server room to work.

There were just three people in the Kitchen. The kitchen attendant, Eddy and an aging man who was our dispatch rider. Eddy signaled me to come sit beside me as I made my order at the counter.

“Oh boy, you wan use work kill yourself? Nor be you dey complain since say you dey hungry and you never chop?” Eddy asked me as I waited for my order to arrive.

“Eddy, you nor go believe say I dey battle with SA laptop since. All her mails just disappear and I no fit retrieve her mails. Her mailbox don corrupt and even if I create new one, where I wan tell am say all her old mails vanish go?” I cried.

“Tell am say the mails go buy garri for market” Eddy joked. “But Khels, escalate the issue give ITM na, at least you don try your best for the matter. Besides, you na corper. No carry work matter put for head o. If you kpeme toda, work go continue o.” He finished.

We were eating and gisting when Cynthia walked in in all her glamor. I had told her that we would not bring our affair to the office. So at work we acted very professional. But as she came into the Kitchen, she came behind me and hugged me from behind after saying hi to Eddy. We had a little chat after which she pecked me on the cheek and went back to her office.

“Khels Khels. Na so abi? Why didn’t u tell me you were the one running her show now? And I been dey eye the babe o.” Eddy said and gave me a pat on the back.

“Eddy my gee. I nor know as I wan take free the babe o. Her puss.y sweet sha but she too dey hook me for neck. I don tire” I replied.

“You ready to free the babe?” Eddy asked.

“With all pleasure.” I replied.

We hatched a plan.

Friday came and I spent the night at Cynthia’s after work. We did not furk because of my Soccer practice the next day. We cuddled, kissed and watched HEROES, an American TV series. She went with me to soccer practice and cheered me up all through. I felt good.

Saturday evening, she made me a wonderful meal which I devoured. After a while I sat on the couch watching an EPL match. She came at me from behind, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a peck on the cheek. I turned to her and kissed her lips, holding her hands around my neck.

We fu.cked on the couch there and then. I removed her pants and went into her, ramming her hot and tight pu.ssy. She was not wet initially, but after about 3 to 4 slow thrusts, my d–k began to go in more freely. The feeling was heavenly as she continued to push back on me with every t—-t. She urged me further by pressing my ars.e forcing me deeper inside her.

We both clim.axed and lay on the ground, exhausted. Till the next day.

We resumed work on Monday as usual. As I signed in with the biometric scanner,I greeted Cynthia coolly as if we did not just spend the weekend together. I was about to climb the stairs when I decided to say hello to Eddy. I took my immediate right and entered his office without knocking,

“Baddest Guy!!! Whataguan?” Eddy asked hitting my palm loudly with his.

“Bruv, what’s good na? How your weekend?” I asked.

“Fine oh. How your side na?” He asked me

I went on to give him the download of everything that happened between me and Cynthia that weekend. The sex, the meals, the Soccer practice. After about 15 minutes, Eddy was laughing and impressed at the same time.

Then he asked,

“So what is the next step now? E be like say you go marry am o.”

“What? Marry wetin? Na goodbye fuc.k I give am so na. I made sure it was memorable. Abeg make she nor come go hook me for neck. I thought about your advice Eddy. Cynthia is history jare.” I said.

As I was concluding those words, Eddy’s door opened.

And there she was, just standing. She did not come in, she did not go out. She just stood by the door.

It was Cynthia.

The look in her eyes said it all. She had heard everything.

Sh1t!