UNREPENTANT MISTRESS 11 Amaka engaged???

Time froze as I stared at the ring.

I didnt know what to think......okay,that's a lie...I knew exactly what I was thinking,which was 'Now,where could I sell the damn thing?'

"Beby,I cannot wet any longer..."Celestine declared still on his knees.

"....De reeng has blue sa-fire stone wit  24 Carrot gold from USA,London!"He said proudly.

I was speechless(okay,maybe not entirely,what I wanted to say was;"How much is it?")

As I stood there pondering my next response,I couldn't help but laugh at the month I'd had.

First,there was the business with that witch of a woman who cursed me,and now this.

I mean,why did my life sometimes play out like some movie script?

Then again,I thought.

I AM Amaka after all.The awesome badass Mistress....I remain unrepentant.

Anyway,I stood there in the middle of the Restaurant wondering what to say next.

Me?Amaka?....Marry?

Mtcheeeew!!!

The Planet Jupiter would become a Human Colony before that would ever happen.

Every one in the restaurant was looking at me.

Couldn't they just mind their own business?All these Amebo people.

I had two choices;

1)Say No  and deal with a heart broken Celestine(like I would give a crap!!!)But that would mean possibly  returning the ring,
Which was never going to happen.
Never!!!

Or

2.Say Yes,and have him smother my face with saliva,all in the name of Kissing.

UPSIDE,I would get to keep the ring...which meant selling it afterwards.

DOWNSIDE,having a face covered in spittle and losing any potential future "clients"watching.

Decisions,decisions,decisions......!!!

"Yes!!!"I heard my own voice say.

Celestine was beyond elated.

"Beby,You have mek me proud and full of love...."He said jumping to his feet as he stamped wet kisses on my face.

Like I always say,a true mistress must always have options.I knew I was going to sell it...THAT was as certain as his accent.

"Beby..."he was saying as he subjected my face to another unslaught of saliva.He smelled like he bathed and drank the cologne he was wearing.

Knowing Celestine, it was very possible.

"....I jus wanna impregnate you  imme-dately!!!"he said squeezing me as if I were the last woman on earth.

"Please Celestine relax"I said as our "audience" began clapping.

I looked around.

Seriously?I thought.

Why were they so happy?What's so fantastic about getting engaged,or getting married?

I mean, is there some invisible Life-Score board where these things matter?

Why are people so obsessed with getting married?I should get an applause for earning a million dollars.

Now THAT'S an achievement.

Mtcheeew!!!

Foolish people.

"Beby,we need to plan dis wedding wit immi-date effect!!"He began.

.....Becuss I am Ego n'anaghi agwu agwu .dey count ma moni in Euro and Pounds Stallin....ma wife muss chop ma moni"

And blah blah he went.

It was just tiresome hearing all that talk about a wedding.

I knew my mother would be over the moon with the news.

Whatever!!!

A Mistress who decides to get married was never a mistress to begin with.

Like I always say,a true Mistress MUST always have options.

These options are what set us apart from other women.

Now,when I say "other women"I refer to married women, those foolish ones who are in such a hurry to sell their Woman-hood for love,Children....and marriage.

Please....!!!

The very word hurts my ears.

If marriage was such a fantastic thing,why do your husbands come looking for me?

Why do my thighs entice them so?

If the whore of Babylon was such an evil thing,then why does he whisper my name in his sleep?

HA!!!

I laugh in Chinese!!!

I refuse to get married, abeg and Godforbid I should ever get stuck.

But as I stared at the ring on my finger,I knew there was no turning back.

I had to have it.

Do you have any idea how much such a ring would fetch me?

I could always tell Celestine it was stolen.

Knowing him,I'm sure he'd replace it.

"Sigh!!!"

Love truly makes Fools of men!

Anyway,I smiled at him and said;

"No problem,my love. By all means,lets set a date"

The look in his eyes was priceless,like he'd just won the lottery.

Why was he happy?I wondered.

Was it love?

I mean,seriously?

Why is it so important these days?

Can love feed me,buy me a jet or put a million dollars in my bank account?

What rubbish?

Sha,I told him we would start "wedding plans"as soon as I was done with a forty day fasting program in church.

Why?

I actually had a client in Dubia who had agreed to pay for my "services" for a month.

Besides, I would've sold the ring by then.

And I could always tell Celestine my Pastor had seen a "Vision"that we should delay the wedding for a few weeks.

Business is business my dear.

If you don't like what I do,....come out from your house with a full bucket of water,walk towards the nearest Transformer,pour all the water on your body and then warmly embrace the Tranformer...till something happens.
I say HUSH... hug until something happens.

 It is you all that would see your men cheating, and change your pms and status messages to #PUSH.. pray until somthing happens.
Please Hush..... You have no righ to judge the way I live my life.

I DON'T CARE!!!!

I am a Mistress,not a Saint.

I will never stop searching for your husbands.

You think I would let a silly thing like marriage stop me?

Never!!!

That night,when we got back to the hotel,I gave Celestine something hot and sweet.

I made him scream my name into the night.

He has no idea who I am. I almost pity him but nope I said almost. "I am Amaka and this is business". I thought with an evil grin.

"All hail the Majestic Mistress Amaka"

Ha!!!

Sometimes I'm so good,I scare myself!!!

xoxo...I remain unrepentant.....Deal With it!!!

LIFE IS A CHOICE MY FRIEND
SO CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID