Bisi - the other woman Ep. 2
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Bisi - the other woman Ep. 2


By Jon Doe  Posted on 3rd Jul 2018

Estimated reading time: 4 mins 1 secs



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"Excuse me sir, can I help you?"

Namdi looked away from a mahogany door on display, his gaze falling on a bright eyed sales lady whose smile strangely seemed both innocent and seductive. For a split second he forgot what he was there for. Snapping back to his senses, he softly coughed.

"Yes, I'm looking for a... em... door."

As these words came out of his mouth, he wanted to kick himself. He had zero need for a door. He had only ducked into this furniture store to while away time. But her eyes just seemed to slow down his brain functions.

She turned, walking to the door in question. Namdi couldn't help but watch her every movement; entranced. The uniform she wore accentuating her every devilish delight.

"Do you mean this door, sir?"

She asked, waiting for confirmation, hand easily resting on her shapely hip.

At a loss for words, Namdi could only nod his head; all his energy spent on keeping his tongue in his mouth.

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"This is a good choice sir. It is one of our new models coming with a satisfied or your money back guarantee."

She smiled coquettishly as she said ‘satisfied’.

Her smile was a warm ray of sunshine, calming Namdi's flustered self. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

"How much for this door that comes with satisfaction guaranteed?"

A childlike playfullness could be heard in Namdi's voice as he lobbed her word back at her.

"For you sir, a trifling 500,000 Naira."

Namdi laughed when he heard this.

"Does this door come with you as an accessory?"

The sales lady giggled. To Namdi's ears, it was a sound of pure delight.

"I'm sorry sir, but that is against company policy. I can talk to the manager about bringing down the price but he isn't here at the moment."

There was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes betraying the words from her lips.

"When will he be back?” Namdi asked. “Maybe I come back then."

She didn't speak, merely gesturing Namdi to follow her. They walked, Namdi a step behind her trying hard not to watch the sway of her waist. Reaching the back of the store, she stopped in front of a door seeming to lead to a small room of some kind. Before Namdi could say anything more, she grabbed the door handle and slipped her free hand into his.

"Can someone help me!"

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A loud shout came from the front of the store. Namdi felt the hand in his stiffen then suddenly pull away.

"I have to go. Here, take this, see yourself out."

Stunned at the rapid changes, Namdi was left speechless as a piece of paper was thrust into his hand. He walked towards the exit of the store unsure of what to make of all that happened. In a fog, he walked to his Mercedes, getting in and closing the door. Enveloped in his familiar space his thoughts stabilized, the memory containing the paper she had slipped into his hand coming to the forefront.

Looking at that innocent piece of folded white paper, a silent struggle went on in his mind if he should open it or not.

"It is just a piece of paper."

Namdi said out loud to no one in particular.

He opened the folded piece of paper; 2 bold words jumping right out at him.

"CALL ME"

Below it was a phone number.

Namdi's breath quickened.

"She just wants to talk to me about the mahogany door, there's no harm in calling."

His reflection on the driver window nodded subtly in agreement. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to dial.

"I'm doing nothing wrong," he muttered over and over as he punched in the numbers into his iPhone.

"Two numbers left"

He thought, a seed of anticipation growing inside of him as he imagined hearing that voice again. Punching in the last digit, his hand hesitated over the call button.

"It's about the door."

With that firmly in his head, his thumb reached for the call button only for the phone to flash with an incoming call, a single word displayed on the screen

"Wifey..."

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