Chief Magnus sat in his office, surrounded by charts and reports. The room felt heavy with talk about the upcoming elections, as everyone stumbled upon each other to present their perspectives and propositions.
Someone was still showing him some charts and making analysis about why he thought Chief Magnus should consider going the way he had suggested, when Magnus suddenly looked at his phone. He rubbed his temples and sighed.
"Darlington!" he called out.
Darlington, who was leaning against the wall, straightened up quickly and made his way to his sides. He bent over to hear what Chief had to say. "Yes, sir?"
"Why haven't you gone to pick up Mandy?" Chief Magnus asked, his brow furrowed.
Darlington hesitated. "The car, sir…it's in bad shape. I was thinking of taking it in for maintenance." He stuttered
"Darlington, one car is in bad shape, and that is an excuse good enough to leave Samantha all by herself in the mall?
"And by the way, didn't we jus fix that car last week?" he asked.
"Yes sir, it was fixed but I haven't driven it over a long distance yet, so I'm worried about what can happen if the car breaks down on the way to the mall since it's quite a distance from here" Darlington explained
Chief Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Use the new car then. Where's Mandy, anyway? Which mall is she shopping in?" He asked
"She's at the mall in Ikeja, sir, she said something about not wanting to shop in this mall here in Lekki" Darlington replied.
Chief Magnus nodded. "Good. Go get her. And please, don't bring her home yet. Convince her to go somewhere, a resort or something, till 8 pm.
"I promised to spend time with her today, but as you can already see, I won't be able to leave here till then."
Darlington sighed inwardly. He knew what this meant – babysitting Samantha, the chief's demanding 18-year-old daughter.
As he walked to the new car, he muttered to himself, "How am I going to make her understand she's too young to think she's in love with me?
"Her mother is never around and her father is too busy to be available for her, and now she thinks that being around her and doing my job is tantamount to loving her.
"I just hope she stays within her limits today, or I'll be forced to make her face reality, no matter how I have to do it" he told himself as he walked out
He thought back to all the times Samantha had requested his chauffeur services, and how he had always obliged without complaint, even though she was clearly overdoing things.
Darlington had grown accustomed to her presence, but lately, he'd started to feel uncomfortable with the way she looked at him.
On her birthday, her parents had been unavoidably away, and Darlington, who was regarded as her best orderly was assigned to oversee the birthday celebration.
Samantha wore a long face, complaining about how neither her father nor her mother cared enough to have been in her birthday party.
"Come on Samantha, you don't want to make me spill the surprise they have planned for you.
"Your father planned to cancel this celebration here, since he was going to Maldives to make arrangements for a special birthday party for you, but I prevailed on him and suggested that he lets you host your friends here, since most of them won't be in Maldives with you." He had lied smoothly and Samantha fell for the lies.
She gave him a very tight hug, thanking him for being a darling. The hug had lingered for quite some minutes longer than necessary, but Darlington didn't read any meaning to it.
But then, in the course of the party, Samantha begged Darlington to let her have some alcohol, after all, it was her eighteenth birthday.
Darlington let her do her thing, hoping that it will make her forget about her tantrums about her mom never being in the country.
Unfortunately, the effect of the alcohol she'd consumed made her go berserk that she began to cling onto Darlington as he tried to take her to her hotel room.
"Get a hold of yourself" he told her sternly, but her brain seemed to have interpreted what he said in the reverse.
Her hand moved so quickly that Darlington didn't have the time to react, until she was grabbing his pleasure pipe.
"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, so angry with his brain for not letting his pleasure pipe know that the hand that had touched it belonged to someone he cannot touch.
Samantha's young and succulent breàsts were pressed against him as she leaned on him, acting like she couldn't stand on her own again, so he was already fîghting off the feelings her already tough nîpplés were giving, so it was a major catastrophe when she grabbed him the way she did.
The reaction was instant, and his biological instrument was kicking màdly and it seemed to excite Samantha, who gave him a nice squeeze before he was able to push her hand off him.
He was panting for air but Samantha was smiling like a maniàc, telling him how nice it would be to have him touch her breàsts too.
"Stop this nonsense Samantha. What has come over you?" he chided her, but she just laughed, throwing her head back recklessly.
"You're being childish uncle Darlington. I know you love me as much as I love you, otherwise you wouldn't have reacted the way you just did" she said, pointing at the embarrassing bulge that was still distorting his trousers.
Darlington forcefully pried her hands off him and made her sit in the car, warning her never to get so careless again.
She hadn't been so direct and bold again since that incident, but she never stopped flîrting with him, making sure that she made him have a hard time concentrating on whatever he was doing, whenever she was around him.
So he decided to avoid her for some time, hoping that she would get over whatever was making her assume she was in love with him, but she had now switched to making her father compel him to be at her beck and calls.
"Okay, okay," Darlington said to himself as he started the car. "Time to put on a smile and pretend I'm not bothered."
He arrived at the mall and sent Samantha a text. "Hey, I'm here. Where are you?"
Samantha's response came quickly. "I'm at the food court. Hurry up, I'm starving!"
Darlington rolled his eyes and muttered some complaints to himself. This was going to be a long day.
As he pulled up to the food court, Samantha waved at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Darlington's heart sank.
He knew he was in for a treat – Samantha's bubbly personality and flirtatious nature would be on full display today.
"Hey, Darlington!" Samantha exclaimed as she slid into the passenger seat. "Thanks for coming to get me!"
Darlington forced a smile. "No problem, Mandy. Where do you want to go now?"
Samantha pouted. "Dad said you would know what to do. He said you would take me somewhere fun till 8 pm."
Darlington thought quickly. "Let's go to that new resort on the outskirts of town. You can grab dinner there and enjoy the view."
Samantha's face lit up. "That sounds perfect! Let's go!"
As they drove away, Darlington couldn't help but think about the chief's wife, who would be arriving at the airport at 8:15 pm. He made a mental note to remind himself that his boss asked him to pick her up on time.
"Okay, Mandy, let's make this a fun day, shall we?" Darlington said, trying to sound enthusiastic and unfazed by what she was doing.
She was wearing a very short skirt, so as she sat beside him, she intentionally made her skirt to ride high, revealing way too much than was appropriate.
"Ah yes, I was thinking, you don't mind me calling you Darlington now, do you?
"I mean, I'm an adult now and in a short while, I'm going to be your woman too" she said with a spoilt-bràt vibe.
"Samantha, you'll need to stop…" he was saying, pointing at her as he spoke, but she cut him off at once, pulling his hand to her chest.
"If you can take that hand off the steering, then it's should be resting here" she told him, making his hand squeeze her firm and youthful brêast.
"What is wrong with you Samantha?" Darlington screamed impulsively, swerving off the road and pulling up at once.
He looked around in èmbarrassment, wondering what would have happened if anyone had seen what just happened.
Thankfully, they were riding in a fully tinted glass car, so there wasn't any chance of anyone having seen what just happened.
They were already inside the premises of the resort when Samantha did what she did, so there were so many people around.
A security man tapped in the trunk of the car, asking him to park properly.
Darlington had no choice but to do as he had been told, or someone would be forced to peep into the car, so he stepped on it again, and made his way to the parking lot.
Samantha smiled mischiévously as she let him pull his hand from her.
She had made up her mind on what she must do that day, so she wasn't going to let anything ruin it.
Darlington had his heart in his mouth as he parked the car, and had barely straightened the wheels when Samantha jumped on him, stràddling him like a bàddie.
"What in God's name are you doing?" he snapped, but Samantha was already sitting on his thîghs, and she effortlessly made her breàsts fall out of her crop top.
"Sama…" he tried to say again, but she pushed one of the nîpplés into his mouth, shutting him up instantly....
TO BE CONTINUED