Which road will I take? I have a choice of ending this blackmailing scheme with Mr N or staying on the path. I’m at crossroads.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Resolved I look directly at him. “I have made a decision….”
He sits up, expectant. Yes, I will take the road less travelled by, but which one is it? Good or evil? And evil in this context is subjective. This is a man who is cheating on his wife. He can’t be bothered to wear a condom. When told that his side dish is with child he says she is on her own. How evil is it to make him learn his lesson? I’m the avenger for all those poor girls left barefoot and pregnant by men like him. I’m not evil. I’m not the bad guy. He is. The road most travelled is allowing him to get away with this.
“I want Sh1 million, right now. I will bank it into my account. I will then go and have an abortion that you will pay for. After I leave the hospital I will call my boss and tell him it was all a hoax as per April Fools buffoonery,” I stop for breath and then conclude: “This is non negotiable.”
“Would you like something to drink?” A pretty waitress has picked this exact moment to ask him what he wants to drink. Seriously?
“I’ll have a cappuccino,” he says flashing her a killer smile. Great. Flirt with one lady as the other blackmails you. Does nothing faze him? He turns to me as she walks off, confident that she will be getting a hefty tip.
“Everything is negotiable. I’ll give you the money on one condition,” he says his smile gone.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“That you stay pregnant for two more months,” he says.
“Why?” I ask totally perplexed.
“You’re onto a good thing here and I’m a businessman” he responds. “I know four men that will pay you two million each if you run the same scam on them.”
I try and process what he is saying as he continues. “I will introduce you to them, you will sleep with each of them for around a month and a half, and then you will drop the pregnancy bombshell.”
The waitress returns with the cappuccino. I’ve never had service that fast here. She places it in front of him with a coy smile and walks slowly away with a swing of her ample behind. He doesn’t take his eyes off her but continues speaking.
“You actually need to be pregnant incase one of them requires a test hence your need to terminate after all this is over.”
He finally turns his gaze back to me after the waitress disappears round the corner. “That’s eight million, I’ll keep half,” he says.
My thoughts are racing. Four million shillings? Plus today that will be five million total????
“You want me to sleep with four different guys over the next one and half months?” I ask my mind only on the money.
“Yes. Simultaneously. Don’t be a prude about it something tells me you are not new to that kind of thing,” he responds.
I feel my face warm up from the truth of his words. He can see right through me, this one.
“You’re a whore Samantha. The only difference is that now you’ll be a whore with a plan. A four-million-shilling plan,” he concludes grabbing my croissant. “Are you going to eat this?”
I shake my head and watch as he wolves it down with his cappuccino.
“Well? Deal or no deal?” he asks.