Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Chapter 51 Leaked sex tape war

Kate panted at once, scratching the back of Tony with her fingers and feeling his vibrating body for a few seconds before he paused, clenched onto her shoulders, pulled out his wet penis from her pink vagina and ejaculated on her thighs. He stroked his penis until the very last drop of semen poured on her thighs, and he fell by her side, rolling his eyes and breathing hard; they breathed hard randomly, staring at each other as hush silence hung over them. Tony pecked her on the brow and they stared into the ceiling, catching up with their breath.

“You are always suckling, a true blessing to my dick,” Tony mumbled and sat up, reached to a cigar on the table and lit.

Kate’s jaw dropped in amazement as she cupped her breasts with her hands and stared at Tony’s penis dangling as he paced up and down the room, looking out through the window and smoking. Memory of the written note she saw the other day struck in her head and she snorted at the thought of discussing it with him. She had kept the written note in her jean pocket, waiting for the time she would question Tony about it.

“I want to discuss something with you,” she said with a fallen countenance.

Tony threw his stare at her, blew a cloud of smoke and drew from his cigar before asking, “What could that be?”

“Do you have a hand in my leaked sex tape?” she queried and felt a wave of cold sweep across hers kin as she perceived trouble – he might get pissed and quarrel with her. When she saw Tony’s jaw drop in anger, she expected anything worse.

“How many times are you going to ask me that?” he blew another cloud of smoke walked across the mirror and by chance beheld the man he had become. “I have told you I don’t have a hand in it. What would I gain if I leak your sex tape? Is it going to pay money into my account?”

She pulled out the written note from her jean pocket that had been lying idly in bed. “Maybe you may have an answer to this.” She held out the written note and he snatched it from her and read out;

Heh, man T. Do you have more sex tape?

Been calling you and you are not picking

Reply me soon!

“What the hell is this?” he asked, smoked his cigar of its last draw and placed the butt on the tray. “Where did you see this?”

“Yesterday. It was affixed to your door.” She replied, sitting up.

“Well I don’t know what this is all about.”

Her eyes fell in anger, “Can you hear yourself?”

“What?”

The person that wrote that note knows you and you know him. It is a conscious and a deliberate demand. You have to answer to that,” she yelled.

“And I am saying I don’t know. Are you going to force me into saying what I didn’t do!” he yelled back.

“So tell me, how come this? Did the paper write the note and fixed itself to your door? You have a hand in my sex tape leak, Tony.”

“Now you are accusing me falsely and I am not going to take that shit from you!” Tony warned.

“Take the shit or not you have a cockroach in your cupboard.”

She went crimson.

“What the hell has come over you this night?” he asked.

“It is your motherfucking self that has come over me. You must give me answers to that written note else I will invite the cops.”

“Come on go ahead and invite the cops like your father. I will prove to them I am clean as whistle. Do you think you can intimidate me with cops? This is blackmail. Somebody in the hood is trying to blackmail me.”

“Blackmail you? I don’t understand, how can someone blackmail you with a friendly, confidential written note fixed to your door? If indeed it was blackmail the note would have taken that tone- it would have rather been in a threatening tone, with demands. Are you talking to a cookies-kid or what?” she asked.

Blackmail is blackmail! However you want to put it. I am open to blackmail because I am getting richer by the day. The house and the new car can be the envy of someone.”

Kate was much infuriated now. Her pulse troubled her skin and her face went crimson. Greatly she boiled inside, staring at Tony with disgust.

“You know what since you don’t want to believe me, you can go to hell,” Tony cursed, his eyes gathering fire.

“Go to hell too! Kate cursed rolled out of the bed and started squeezing into her jean and T-shirt, “You know what Tony, fuck you, fuck the day I loved you and fuck your feeling for me?”

“Fuck you too,” Tony barked. “Leave my house this minute,” he commanded, pointing to the door.

She smiled furiously, ‘I was already leaving, asshole,” she cursed, you will hear from me.”

I will hear nothing. All I hear is money and greatness. Get out!” he barked.

The door slammed ruggedly- she had left.

As she walked down the street, she was all tears in the cold, whistling breeze of the night. Her countenance fell greatly, recalling the adventures, hurt and disappointment she and Tony had explored. She looked at the tattoo on her thighs – the eagle with Tony written on its wing, and she slapped on that spot bitterly, writhing in pain and misery. She wailed uncontrollably, tried to put herself together as she pulled out her phone from her pocket and dialed a number.

“Yes, ma, I am on my way to your house. I have no place to spend the night,” she said as Mrs. Coleman picked up from the other end. She had contemplated about places she could spend the night and the Coleman’s was the only place that appeased to her.

“Get ready for this war, Tony,” she said through clenched teeth, and walked on.