Chapter 57

Ciara stared at him from head to toes, as though she had not noticed his looks the moment she swirled around; as though there was something spectacular she hadn’t noticed on his body.

“You think I can’t sleep at night without you, right? Or you expect me to come yearning for your dirty dick, eh?” Ciara said, forcing out a smile and wishing she could keep it at that pace without losing it. She had searched for such moment she would vent her anger to him.

He lit his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke, “As much as I know you need me in your life. Soon your vagina will come itching and you will run to Oliver, the dick king for satisfaction then I will shut my door against you. The table will soon turn, mark my words,” he blew another cloud of smoke but this time in Ciara’s face. The whirl wind came for her help and blew away the smoke which disappeared into thin air.

“Now listen up nanny’s boy,” said Ciara, her face gathering flames, and the anger on her face much visible even in the