MR. ADAM
A 6'5 tall, handsome, dark-skinned man in his late 30s. Broad-chested, with brown eyes, a clean and perfectly shaped hairline, strong straight legs, and the impressive physique of an athlete. Scanty, neatly trimmed beard; a well-arranged set of white teeth; and a smile so charming it could attract an angel. A successful businessman who believes in the power of wealth and popularity. "God exists, but I'm not much of a believer," he would say.
Mr. Adam, based in Lagos, often says, "No place like home." Living in Victoria Island is nothing extraordinary for a man who owns houses in every developed city known to man.
5 AM, Lagos
At 5 a.m., you can't tell the difference between night and day. Of course, it's Lagos.
"Good morning, sir," came the gentle voice of Sade, a dark-skinned, hourglass-shaped young woman in her late 20s. Average height, thick and petite. Natural and innocent-looking, calm and humble,his personal assistant. Intelligent, though not loud or bold enough. She bowed slightly, almost scared to meet his gaze.
"Good morning, Sade," Mr. Adam responded. "What does my schedule look like today?"
"Sir…" Sade began to respond.
"You know what, just leave. I'll be out in an hour."
"Okay, sir." She left in a hurry.
Mr. Adam was now fully dressed in a clean and neatly ironed native Kampala, holding a small black leather bag with a flashy LV design on the edges in his left hand, and his car keys in the right. He walked majestically down the stairs, heading to the dining table.
"Good morning, Mom."
Mrs. Vincent, a beautiful fair-skinned woman in her mid-50s, holding a glass of wine, responded, "Good morning, son. How are you feeling today?"
"I'm good, Mom. Where's your husband?"
"He should be here soon."
"He shouldn't see you with a glass of wine this early."
"I know. Let's pretend you didn't see that," she said, smiling stylishly, eyes closed.
"Oh, here he comes," Adam said as an elderly, dark-skinned man in his mid-60s entered.
"Good morning, Daddy," Adam said, bowing slightly.
"Good morning, son. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, Dad. You look younger today. Mom is not taking it easy on you, I see."
"Yes, of course, she's taking good care of me," Mr. Vincent replied with a smile.
"Breakfast is ready, you guys can continue your chit-chat later!" Mrs. Vincent said loudly, like she was making a public service announcement.
"Mom, we're right here. We can hear you clearly," Adam said.
"I just want a slice of bread and a glass of milk. I'll be heading out soon. Sade and I have important things to do at the office, and I have a meeting with the Governor's son later today."
"Remember, you're to go on a date with Faith,Mrs. Juana's daughter today," Mrs. Vincent reminded him. "We talked this morning. You're to pick her up by 4 p.m. Please, make sure you do."
"Mom, I've told you countless times to stop arranging dates for me. I'm not getting married anytime soon. I have more important things to do than entertain desperate women."
"And who told you Faith is desperate? She's a beautiful girl from a reputable family. She studied Accounting abroad, graduated with a first-class degree, and owns one of the biggest cosmetics companies in Lagos. What else do you want in a woman?"
"Mom, thank you for finding me 'Miss Universe.' I appreciate it, but I'm not promising I'll go on a date with this so-called Faith. I'm a busy man, and you know that."
Phone rings
"Hello, Michael. I'm very good, thank you. Please bear with me, I'll join you at the office soon." Call ends.
"Mom, I have to go to the office now. And please, call Mrs. Juana and tell her I'm not interested in her daughter."
"Sade! Sade!! Sade!!!"
"Sir!" Sade ran down the stairs, dressed in a nude-colored corporate gown and black low heels, carrying a briefcase.
"I'm here, sir."
"Why did it take so long to get ready? Pack up, we're heading to the office. Mr. Michael is waiting. Get the car ready—I'll join you shortly."
"Okay, sir," Sade said, walking off.
"Mom, I'll go on the date with Faith. Now, can you smile?"
"Ehnn ehnn! Thank you, son! Please treat her like the princess she is."
"I'll try. No promises. Dad, I have to go. Take care of yourself and Mom. I love you both. Bye."
At the Office
"Good morning, Mr. Michael." Adam stretched out his hand.
"I sincerely apologize for the delay. You know how moms can be—stubborn and troublesome. She won't stop linking me up with her friends' daughters."
"It's okay. I know the feeling. My mom does the same. I stopped attending the dates," Michael said.
"I might just do the same. That woman won't give up."
"Mr. Michael, like I said last week I really need a good secretary for my logistics company in Apapa. You're the only one I trust to help me find someone deserving. That company is one of my biggest, and I can't afford to mess things up. It's been doing well these past few years."
"Well, I'll see what I can do. I know people, but I'm not sure they're suitable. Give me a little time to do my research."
"Thank you. I'll be waiting. Let me walk you to the door."
Back in Mr. Adam's Office
"Good afternoon, sir," Sade greeted.
"Good afternoon, Sade. How may I help you?"
"Sir, I came to ask what you'd like for lunch."
"Mmm… I don't know. Just get me snacks."
"Sir, just snacks?"
"A drink will do. Thanks."
"Okay, sir."
(Internal monologue)
I don't even know if I'm tired or just angry that I have to go on a date with a girl I don't even know. Mom just wants to make things difficult. Women are the least of my problems. When I'm ready, getting a wife will be easy. But Mom doesn't get it. Why are women so cheap? Why go on a date with a man who didn't even ask you himself? For God's sake, make it make sense. These girls are just desperate and stupid.
The Arranged Date
Adam's phone rang. He picked it up without checking the caller ID.
"Hello, Mom."
"Hey, son. You can see the time,it's past 3 already. Please don't keep her waiting. And remember to be on your best behavior."
"Well, Mom, I'm currently in a meeting with the Governor's son. I think I mentioned that this morning. So, please tell your 'Miss Universe' to give me a little time to round up."
"How long do you need?" she asked.
"An hour. I'll be done by 5 p.m. If she refuses to wait, then kindly cancel it."
"Okay, son. I'll talk to her on your behalf. But please, make sure it doesn't go past 5."
"On my behalf? Whatever. See you soon, my love. Bye."
"Bye, dear." Call ends.
Adam sighed and dropped his phone on the desk.
"Shit," he muttered to himself. "I totally forgot about the date."
He picked up his phone again and dialed another number.
"Hello, Sade. Go to my office, pick up my stuff, and meet me at Amazon Company immediately. We're heading back home,I totally forgot I had an arranged date."
"But sir, you're supposed to attend the after-meeting party," Sade responded.
"I know, but I already promised my mom I'd go on the date. I'll excuse myself for an hour, spend time with her, then head back to the party. That sounds like a good plan, right?"
"Okay, sir."
"I'll be there soon. Please hurry up I don't have all the time in the world."
"Yes, sir." Call ends.
When Adam got home, his mother was waiting by the door.
"Oh, my baby boy! Welcome! Go freshen up and get ready. Don't keep a beautiful woman waiting."
"Mom, I'm actually exhausted. I don't even have the strength to sit through a date, let alone talk to a stranger. I canceled an important meeting because of this, not because it matters to me. I'm only here because I promised."
"Don't worry, son. You won't regret it. Go freshen up, I'm waiting."
Mr. Vincent walked in.
"Hey, son. Welcome."
"Hey, Dad. How are you doing?"
"I'm very well. Guess you came back early to prepare for your date."
"Oh, Dad, stop it."
In the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Vincent sat together.
"Honey," she began, "I sincerely hope Adam doesn't find any fault with Faith. This is the fourth date I've arranged for him this month. Yet, he doesn't seem interested in any of the ladies. Sometimes I think… maybe he's gay."
"Don't say that, dear," Mr. Vincent replied. "I think he's just taking his time. Marriage isn't something you rush into."
"I know that, but he should at least make an effort. He's not even trying."
A few minutes later, Adam descended the stairs in a sleek black suit paired with polished Versace leather shoes. His hair was perfectly styled, beard trimmed with precision, and a Rolex gleamed on his wrist. His skin was radiant, almost like freshly baked Agege bread.
"Hey, Mom! How do I look?"
"Oh my goodness! You look like a mini god," his mother gasped.
"Dad, say something."
"I'm surprised," Mr. Vincent said with a chuckle. "I thought you didn't even want to go on this date. Why look this good?"
"I don't want to, but if I must go, I'll look my best."
"That's my boy," Mrs. Vincent beamed.
"I only have an hour with her. I've got a meeting at 7."
"That's fine, an hour is okay. Hurry now she'll be waiting."
"I'll be going with Sade. She needs to accompany me to the meeting afterward."
"Must she follow you to the date? She can meet you afterward," Mrs. Vincent protested.
"Son, your mother is right. Show the lady some respect let Sade come later," Mr. Vincent agreed.
"Okay, fine." Adam raised his voice. "Sade!"
"Yes, sir!" she replied.
"I'm leaving now. Meet me at the restaurant in an hour. Don't delay and don't test my patience."
"Okay, sir," she said and hurried off.
"Mom, Dad—I'm running late. See you later." He blew his mother a kiss and left.
Mrs. Vincent clasped her hands together. "God, please do something. Let this one work—in Jesus' name."
"Amen!" Mr. Vincent laughed.
"Nothing is funny, honey. Adam is our only son, and he doesn't seem to take any of this seriously."
"What's he not doing, apart from getting a wife?" Mr. Vincent teased.
"I don't know! Just leave me alone," she snapped.
As Sade prepared to leave, Mrs. Vincent reminded her, "Don't forget you're meeting Adam in an hour."
"I won't, ma," Sade replied
Mr. Adam
Adam stepped down from an exotic white car parked neatly in front of a beautifully built mansion. At the entrance stood a young woman in her early thirties, dressed elegantly in a flowing white dress. Her skin glowed, radiant and youthful. She stood tall and firm, with the unmistakable grace of someone born into wealth. A gentle breeze stirred the air, making the atmosphere cool and serene. She smiled warmly, as though she had been expecting a gift from the heavens.
Adam walked toward her. She was clearly waiting.
"Good evening, my lady," he greeted with a slight bow.
"Good evening to you, Mr. Adam," she replied. Her voice was soft but assured Miss Faith.
"Please, I sincerely apologize for coming late. You know Lagos traffic is something else."
"I understand," she said, still smiling. "I'm just glad you're here. Would you like to meet my mom before we leave?"
"That won't be necessary," Adam replied smoothly. "I have limited time, so I think we should get going. Maybe some other time."
"Okay, it's fine."
"Shall we, my lady?" Adam extended his hand to her.
"Yes, we shall," Faith said, placing her hand in his.
The restaurant was calm yet buzzing quietly with life. Cool jazz played in the background. Adam and Faith sat across from each other, a candle flickering softly between them. A waiter stood beside Faith, taking her order, while Adam remained focused on his phone.
"Adam, don't you want anything?" Faith asked.
"I'm good, thanks," he replied without looking up.
"Okay… I guess I'm okay with this for now," she said to the waiter, handing him the menu.
"Mr. Adam, can we talk now or are we supposed to stay glued to our phones?"
Adam looked up, a sigh escaping him. "Ohh, sorry about that. To be honest, I'm only here because of my mom. I don't really have anything to discuss with you. And besides, our lines of business are different, so we can't exactly talk shop."
Faith's smile faded slightly. "Mr. Adam, I know. It's obvious you don't want to be here. But you could at least pretend for an hour."
"Why pretend to impress you or make you feel better?" Adam asked coolly. "I didn't invite you on this date."
"It's fine. Your mom told me you're an only son with two sisters. I've actually met one of them in London—she was really sweet."
"Yeah, my sisters are nice."
"When last did you travel?"
"I can't remember. That's personal information, and I'd rather not share."
"Hmm, hard guy, huh?" she said, half-joking. "You need to loosen up a bit. I'm not here to force a relationship on you. I just want to be a friend."
"Okay. We're friends already. I have fifteen minutes left. I need to call my PA. Please excuse me."
Faith's heart sank. I have never felt this embarrassed in all my life, she thought. She stood up quickly, her expression composed but her pride wounded.
(Phone call)
"Hello, Victor, get the car ready. We're leaving now."
Without waiting for Adam to return, Faith left the restaurant.
(Phone call)
"Hello sir, I'm outside the restaurant."
"Okay. I'm coming out now."
As Adam stepped out, he spotted Sade waiting by the car. "Sade, you wasted ten minutes of my time. What were you doing?"
"Sir, traffic was too much, people are coming back from work."
"Whatever. Enough with the explanations. We're attending the party now."
"Sir, how was your date?"
"Which date?"
"Sir… the date with Miss Faith?"
"Oh, that. I don't know, please. I don't give a fuck about that. I just hope my mom is happy now."
"Welcome, Mr. Adam. It's really nice seeing you," Mr. Mike greeted.
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Mike. Thanks."
"Please, take a seat. Mr. Michael will join us shortly."
"Thank you once again for the opportunity to be here," Adam replied, extending a hand for a handshake.
"It's also my pleasure to have a personality like you here. I'm honored."
Moments later, Michael entered.
"Good day, gentlemen of honor," he said, bowing slightly.
"Good day, my dear friend," Mr. Mike responded.
"Good day, Michael. We meet again."
"Yeah," Michael chuckled as he took a seat beside Adam. "Mmhmm. How was your date?"
"She left," Adam said with a short laugh.
"You went on a date and she left? Oh come on, man. Was it that bad?"
"Yeah, it was terrible. I told her the truth, I only went because of my mom. She expected me to pretend. Why should I pretend to protect her feelings? I don't even give a fuck about her."
"This guy," Michael said, laughing. "You need to calm down. You're not getting any younger."
"Please, let's skip the topic. I need a good nude dancer for the night."
"Let's head to the club then."
"I don't think I'm in the mood for clubbing tonight. I just need a dancer—maybe one who'll offer a happy ending too."
"Okay, then let me make a call."
"Sure. That's why you're my partner in crime."
"I got you, bro."
Mr Adam
"Sade, you have to go home from here," Adam said firmly. "I won't be going home tonight I have plans. Do whatever you want, but I'll be leaving soon. Feel free to head out anytime."
"Okay, sir. Thank you. I'll take my leave now," Sade responded politely.
"Alright, take care."
"Bye."
Adam turned to Michael. "Have you gotten anyone?"
"Yes," Michael replied, grinning. "They're actually around here. We can just pick them up on our way out."
"Ohhh… tonight is gonna be the night," Adam said with a smirk.
"I know, right?" Michael laughed.
Just then, Mr. Mike approached.
"Mr. Adam, we'll be having our annual Helping the Needy program this weekend. It would be an honor if you joined us to reach out to the helpless ones in this cold world."
"Mr. Mike, I'd be glad to help, but I don't think I'll be able to attend the program. However, I'm supporting it with a sum of five million naira."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Adam. We truly appreciate your support."
Adam nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Mike, for helping us help the needy. We all appreciate your good work."
Michael walked back in. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing much," Mr. Mike said with a smile. "Mr. Adam just promised to support our Help the Needy program with a sum of five million naira."
"Wow! My friend, thank you," Michael said. "In that case, I'd also like to support with a sum of three million naira."
"Oh my goodness, thank you both so much! We truly appreciate your support. I believe God will replenish you both."
"Amen," Adam responded. "Mr. Mike, you're very much welcome. Michael and I have to take our leave now we're running late for an important appointment."
"Okay. Seems like it's urgent. Run along then," Mr. Mike said. "Thank you once again for coming."
"You're welcome, sir," Adam and Michael said in unison.
10:00 PM
Adam and Michael drove into a hotel nearby. Two beautiful ladies sat at the backseat, both in revealing dresses.
"We've arrived," Michael announced. "Ladies, we're here."
"Please, how long are we staying? That would determine the price," one of the ladies asked.
"Till daybreak," Adam answered.
"You're paying for daybreak? That'll be five hundred thousand."
"Okay, let's go," Adam said. "Michael, see you later."
"Alright, bro. Make sure you enjoy yourself—you work too much."
"Sure, I will," Adam replied, laughing.
Inside the luxurious room, a well-arranged 6x6 bed sat under a standard air conditioner. A medium-sized television was mounted on the wall. Adam was seated on the sofa with one of the ladies. She was fair-skinned, average in height, and in her mid-twenties. Her skin was smooth, a beautiful piece of art.
"I know you're an erotic dancer," Adam began, "but you and I both know you won't be dancing from now till daybreak."
"I'm ready for whatever you want," she said plainly. "I just need my money."
"Name your price, my lady."
"One million naira, and I'm all yours for the night."
"Deal. I like my things extra."
Adam stood from the sofa and took his shirt off. His wide chest and toned abs came into view.
"I'm an extra," he said with a smirk.
She slowly removed her dress and underwear, throwing them at Adam. He smiled as he caught and sniffed the underwear.
"Let's dance," she whispered.
Now fully naked, she lay on the bed, caressing her breasts and biting her finger seductively. She played with her nipples like a baby searching for its mother's comfort. Adam, shirtless, sat on the sofa watching, his breath deepening, energy rising like a child longing for candy.
"It's okay to dance," she said, rising and whining her waist. Her waist beads moved in rhythm with her motion. Her legs were straight and smooth, her body elegant and enchanting, it felt like her aura was echoing Adam's name.
"Do you want me to satisfy you?" she asked.
"Yes," Adam answered softly.
She sat on the bed and spread her legs apart. Moaning softly, she massaged her clit with both middle fingers, her other hand reaching toward Adam.
Adam stood, removed his trousers, and walked over—his arousal visible through his boxers. He took her hand off her clit aggressively, laid her down, and reached for his tie.
He tied her hands tightly.
"No chance to escape," he muttered.
Spreading her legs wide, he stared at her, leaned in, and pressed his chest against her breasts.
"Watch this," he whispered.
He took a bit of body lotion, poured it into his palm, and stood with his legs apart her face in between. He began to pleasure himself, breathing heavily.
"Watch me," he commanded.
She stared, her hands tied. Adam continued, his movements growing intense until he trembled and released all over her face.
"Yes. I'm satisfied," Adam said calmly.
He untied her, reached for a towel on the bed, and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Minutes later, he stepped out, refreshed.
"You're really good at your job. Keep it up. Send your details to me. I'm leaving now. The room is paid for till tomorrow. Make sure you don't leave until our agreed time is up."
"What am I still doing here then?" she snapped. "If you're done treating me like an animal, I need to go."
"I paid you, so you stay till the time is up."
Adam picked up his tie and left.
"If no be money wey I dey find, wetin go make man treat me like dis," she muttered in Pidgin English, shaking her head aggressively.
The Next Day 12:00 PM
Michael and Adam met at the entrance of the hotel.
"Bad guy," Michael greeted.
"Good morning, Michael. How are you doing?"
"I'm good obviously. Hope you had fun last night?"
"Yeah. Where on earth did you find those girls? They're really good at what they do."
"I own Lagos, man," Michael laughed. "Don't worry, anytime you need more, just hit me up."
"Okay." Adam's phone began to ring. "Oh no… it's my mom."
"You didn't tell her you weren't coming home last night?"
"No, I forgot."
"Oh man! Please, my name must not be mentioned in this conversation."
"Hello, Mom. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I got so busy and forgot to call."
"I was worried, son. Where are you?"
"I'm with Michael. I'll be heading home soon."
"Please hurry. We need to talk."
"Okay, Mom."
(Call ends)
"The girls?"
"They left a few minutes ago," Michael replied.
"I guess Mrs. Juana already called my mom. Tell me why she's asking to see me by this time."
"Oh man, I need to go too. You should probably go hear her out."
"Yeah. I'm actually hungry, but I'll eat when I get home."
"Same here. See you later."
"Ohh, I'm tired. I should go. I really don't want to talk to Mom right now. I just need a shower, food, and a good nap. I should call Sade too. I won't be needing her services today… maybe not even till Monday. She shouldn't bother going to the office or the house. I need some alone time."
Mr. Adam
"Good afternoon, Mom," Adam said as he entered the living room.
"Good afternoon, son," his mother replied, seated comfortably on the couch. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good. You?"
"I'm not good," she snapped. "You slept out yesterday without informing me or your father. I was worried sick."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I was so busy—I completely forgot. You know I wouldn't do that on purpose."
"Umm," she said, brushing past the apology. "That's by the way. Mrs. Juana called me. She sounded upset."
Adam sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Mom, I really don't want to talk about your friend and her Miss Universe of a daughter. I went on the date like I promised. What else does she want from me? A marriage ceremony?"
"Son, Faith was the best one so far out of all the girls I've picked for you. What went wrong this time?"
"What went wrong," he said, his voice tightening, "is that I'm tired of going on dates with random girls I don't know, or care to know. If I need a wife, I can get one—hell, I can get seven tomorrow."
"Then get one, for God's sake!" she fired back.
"Mom, I'm tired and hungry. Please, let me freshen up and eat a good meal."
"Then get a wife to cook a good meal for you," she said coldly. "I only prepare food for my husband and myself. If you want a good meal, get a wife."
"Okay then," Adam said, starting toward the stairs. "I'll bring one tomorrow. Now can you please leave me alone?"
"Micheal didn't come home with you?"
"He had some errands to run," Adam answered. "But he sends his greetings."
"Alright. Go and freshen up. Lunch will be ready in thirty minutes."
"Okay, Mom. Thanks."
As he started up the stairs, she called after him again.
"I haven't seen Sade today. I hope she's fine?"
"Yeah, she's okay. I don't need her services for now—maybe not until Monday. I called and asked her to take a break."
"Oh, that's good. She really needs a break from work—and from you especially. I sometimes wonder how she keeps up with your attitude."
Adam paused on the stairs and turned slightly.
"Keep up with my attitude? I pay her, don't I? That means she's meant to keep up. I don't think she has much of a choice."
"Sade is a very intelligent lady," his mother replied firmly. "Don't get too comfortable thinking she won't be employed by someone who'll treat and pay her even better."
"Okay then," Adam shrugged. "She should try those people. Nobody's forcing her to work for me."
"Adam, you are full of yourself," Mrs. Vincent said sharply, her tone laced with disapproval. "Don't take Sade for granted. That girl tolerates a lot from you."
"She's supposed to tolerate," Adam replied coolly, without lifting his eyes from his phone. "She's working. I don't owe her anything. She's not volunteering she's being paid. So yes, she should tolerate."
Mrs. Vincent's eyes narrowed. "You're arrogant and stubborn. Neither I nor your father possess this kind of character. I honestly wonder where you got yours from."
Adam gave a slow, amused smile. "Maybe you cheated on Dad. Who knows?"
The slap of her voice was instant.
"Shut your mouth, you spoiled child.