WURAOLA

THREE

"Wuraola" I whispered as I skimmed through the Intel Vincent had gathered.

I was just about to flip to the next page when an earth shattering scream reached my ear.

On instinct, I grabbed my pistol from my table drawer and ran up the stairs. The ear-piercing scream continued and I kicked the door of my room down.

I dropped my gun to the ground and I noticed the brown skinned beauty crying with her eyes closed and her lips parted as she emitted heartbreaking screams clutching the pillow at the edge of the bed. Just where I had left her.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and tears rolled from the inner corner of her eyes.

"Wura?" I kicked the gun and it went straight under the bed. The girl's screams had reduced slowly until they stopped and she looked at me with red eyes.

I could not sense any hostility. I walked towards her and she looked at me like I was an animal. I didn't mind. It seemed like the sound of her name from my lips had calmed her.

"Get out" I spat at the maid who scrambled out of the room, finally glad to be out of my presence. It was understandable, I didn't a flying fuck. I had fucked her once and she had assumed it 'meant something to me'. Yeah, it meant something alright. It meant shit.

Toluwalope Aiyedun had borrowed money from me. He had promised to pay back and he didn't. I was a merciless businessman. I didn't give a flying fuck about how he paid. As long as he paid me. He offered his sister in exchange.

Tolulope was aware of the kind of business that I ran. It was the reason he told me that his sister's body and looks would pay my money back in no time.

I turned to the girl who was looking at me like I was a stranger.

"I wanna go home" Her voice. It was beautiful. Like expensive silk. Luxe velvet.

I clenched my jaw and chuckled, getting rid of the kinks in my neck as I walked towards her.

"You're not going anywhere, Bella. Get out of bed. Your breakfast is downstairs" I told her and let my eyes roll over her body. She was mine.

She was, after all, my payment.

My money.

I spun around to walk out but her soft voice stopped me.

"N-no. I want to go back" I clenched my jaw and inhaled. I had a short temper. A very short temper and she was testing me.

"Wuraola. I do not take lightly to girls who don't listen. Get your pretty ass out of bed if you don't want a fucking spanking" I growled as I spun around to face her. Tears welled in those pretty brown eyes but my anger overshadowed that. She needed to be disciplined.

"Am I clear, Wura?" I growled and she sniffled, looking at the sheets before she nodded softly.

"Words, Wura. And look at me when I'm talking to you" I didn't understand what made her so beautiful. Yes, she had rich dark skin. Her hair was a mess but the innocence in those eyes made me want to claim her and I would.