“Baby please talk to me, don’t walk.”
“So now you want to talk?”
He sighed, “Do you trust me babe?”
“I don’t know, should I?” I asked him
back with a shrug.
“Onome, you know I would never do
you harm intentionally…I can’t say the
same for you though, you did try to
drug me into sleeping with you.”
I closed my eyes, remembering my own
foolishness… I shook my head, who was
I to judge him when I wasn’t much
“We have serious issues, you and I,
Kevwe.” I told him.
He nodded in agreement. “We need to
communicate our issues better….no
“No more secrets.” I agreed.
Rape was never a good thing but this
had pointed out some issues in our year
old marriage. Our gazes held and I
vividly recalled the pleasure he had
awakened my body.
Staring at his broad chest and perfect
body only got me aroused and made me
want to drag him to do more
pleasurable things to me once more.
He was staring back at me and I could
see the hungry desire in his eyes, but
he wouldn’t touch me unless I gave him
the green light.
“I love you Rukevwe and I do trust
you.” I told him meaning every word of
it. He was Rukevwe Agha, the man who
had swept me off my feet, I knew him
and he was no rapist.
“Does this mean you forgive me, my
love?” He asked taking my hand and I
“Only if you promise me one thing.” I
told him keeping a straight face.
“Anything.” He breathed raising my
hand to his lips.
“Promise me an abundance of wanton
and sultry pleasure for the rest of our
lives.” I told him, my straight face
breaking into a smile.
He threw back his head with laughter
feeling relieved, he had probably
thought I was going to demand for his
“You can count on it.” He said, pulling
me close to him, planting another of his
core melting kisses on my lips before
swooping me off my feet and into his
arms. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom
where we may proceed on to more
wonderful pleasures, shall we?”