Wretchedly Rich

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

Chimuanya was gone and was never to be seen again. All the people who came to console them couldn’t hold Adanne, as she grew sick in the process. The entire household was in mourning, apart from Olamma who was happy to see they were in pains.

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“I killed her for a reason,”

“You did well, papa.”

“Our plan was going to be ruined…”

“A wise choice, papa.”

“Now you see why you need to act fast?”

“I do, papa.”

“Now, go! May the spirits of the elders be with you…”

THE GIRL [CONTINUATION]

Olamma went into the master bedroom where Obiajulum and his wife slept. The latter had gone to her mother’s place. She and the kids were going to stay until she had fully recuperated.

Olamma asked her dad, as she called him, if he’d like something to eat.

“What’s the time?”

Adanne answered.

“7:55?” He sprang up to his feet and took up his trouser to dress.

Olamma was pleased that he had missed going to church. This was her chance to strike, she thought sinisterly and showcased herself.

“What’s that you’re wearing?” Obiajulum took notice of the lingerie and shirt she had on, recognizing it to be his wife’s. “Where did you get them?”

She turned around sexily and chuckled. “You like?”

Obiajulum looked with disgust, watching as she found her way to the bed, raising her right leg, so her frontal space showed.

“Will you stop that?!” he barked, not pleased. “Have you no shame?” Olamma licked her fingers and rubbed her lap in her enticing way. “I know you want me,” she said seductively. “I know you want that hard d–k of yours going in and out of my Kitty Sweet!” she moaned, feeling her juices pour, as she shut her eyes and threw her head backwards with lips partly closed. “Mmm-” she got back up and beckoned him to come, enchanting him with her eyes which glowed red. “Come on, daddy. I know you want me.” she mewed enthusiastically, watching him come to her, as she had him in bed in no time.

Taking the lead, he was hers-Obiajulum was made bare at her mercy, as her slick tongue carved from hell savoured his sweaty skin. “You are mine and mine alone-” she chuckled, gumming herself on him.

TO BE CONT’D