Married Ten Times (Ep 2)

In case you missed part 1 you can read it through that blue highlighted link.

Since she came over to Rhodesia, Anita has been living on a low-key. Being the only daughter of the Nigerian oil mogul. She has all the money in the world to frolic around with. Here in Rhodesia, she would go to the club every Friday night as a loner to have as much fun as she could. She'd smoke cigarettes and take a little vodka to get a little tipsy.

It's another Friday. Anita anticipated clubbing later in the evening. She had been boring indoors all week long. She was going to have the fun of her life.

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Anita wore her leather pant trousers and a Nike white t-shirt and simple sneakers made by Lacoste. She doesn't want any suspicion that could link her to a rich babe. In the fleet of cars in the garage, she picked the Grand Cherokee that looks a little old-fashioned compared to the new generation SUVs that are all over town.

As usual, Anita book a VIP corner at the club and gently watch the other guys on the dance floor. From a distance, no one would believe she had been married twice in two years. She still looked good and beautiful, with the shape of a young babe.

The Disc Jockey did not pity the old boys and gals, he played away old schooled music that Anita forgot to maintain her lowkey agenda. Diallo¶ Diallo¶¶ (Wyclef Jean) was the song that stirred the wind and everyone was literally on the dance floor, whining and grinding, including Anita.

"Excuse me dance", a handsome-looking car guy whispered to Anita. She had lost control of her emotions as turned her butts and began to twist her waist hard on the lower loin of the strange guy. She is tipsy on her usual, vodka, though not high.

Lights dim

A twist of fate ensued. The DJ changed to blues and RnB. It's becoming so much romantic that all the guys needed to hook up with a babe to quench their thirst.

This time, she turned to face the guy.

Hi, she said, smiling at him.

Hi, he replied.

I am Phil Ken, you?

Ann.

Wow. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.

Anita felt her shoulder rising in pride for the complement passed on her by Phil. So, she retired to her private space buy Phil followed sheepishly.

Can I?

Yeah, you can. Anita replied as she offered him a seat.

They chatted through the night on a bottle of Jonnie Walker's black knight.

2:45 am

Anita has never been this tipsy. She barely could carry her legs. But stubbornly as ever, she wanted to drive herself home at that odd hour of the night.

That's my car over there. She told Phil.

Alright, but you can't drive like this in Rhodesia, it could earn you a jail term.

When she heard the word jail she chuckled.

My father would buy that off, Anita bragged.

It's alright babe. Just calm. I'd drive you home and you will be fine. He led her into the back seat of his car.

Anita slept off almost immediately when she landed on the leather chair in Phil's car. Phil had to ask the club manager to see to the welfare of Anita's car till daybreak.

Off, he zoomed.

Phil is the son of the Vice President of Rhodesia but he is estranged. He and his father never get along.

The next morning, Anita woke up in a strange bedroom with a headache resulting from the heavy taking of alcohol at the club. The good boy Phil strolled in with a glass of chilled water. Without hesitation, Anita gulped it.

Ann. You couldn't have driven yourself home last night. I had to bring you home, 🆗?

It's fine. You such a good guy. Do you live here alone?

Yeah. You ladies would always want to take the guys for a ride and after your fill, you'd just walk away.

They chatted some more.

Anita fell in love with Phil and it was like heaven on earth. Six months down the lane, they wedded secretly while Anita was already four months gone. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl Christmas Eve, her name, Christabel.

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