Bitter Sensation

Chapter Forty Seven

The shattering feminine high-pitched moan was brought to an end as Clara raised her head, which had been buried between two glowing ebony-toned thighs. She saw her hot company quiver, giving the young lady hadn't yet recovered from the orgasm she had just given her. Clara eventually rose, climbing down the bed.

Clara's company was skinny curvy ebony with a sort of beauty found only among TV models on the international platforms. Her skin was polished, with a bronze glowing effect. She seemed 21 years, if not younger. She wore a similar haircut and dye as Clara. She sat up, watching Clara disappear into her closet, returning a few moments later with a robe on.

Clara glanced at her lover with little interest, despite how sexy she found her - sitting naked on the bed, gapping. She seemed to have questions. An act, Clara wasn't willing to indulge in.

The model's great sexuality!
Clara's feminine lust, a thing her late husband despised but never spoke about in public or to anyone at all.

"Your mum mustn't know about this. No one, at all!" Clara drawled, eyes are fixed on the young model, who nodded in agreement, silently watching Clara leave the bedroom.

A few minutes late, Clara pushed through a door, climbing a few steps down walking into luminous magnificent space. The blinding glitters merging from all corners of the room. Bars of gold, precious metals, and a stack load of hard foreign currencies This room appeared to be her mini bank, her underground safe.

She strolled, admiring her craft. How they dazzled seemed to keep her warm. However exciting, the satisfaction still seemed hollow, as her botoxed face wouldn't crack into anything. Even her usual wicked satisfactory smirk was far from her expression.

She picked a chunk of glittering diamond, glaring vividly at it. It didn't matter how much she owned, they were still wonders to her, if anything, she felt powerful possessing them.

She remembered her mother owned none. It was a shame that even the beads and gold, her father gifted her mother didn't do her any good. She was always sick, always begging for peace to reign, always grateful for the things in her life. Clara's mother never enjoyed life. Well, she was fragile, and soft on the inside.

Her mother allowed herself to be owned and she passed on the same fate to her, Clara.

A fate, Clara twisted until it favored her. Her father might have lost it all in the end but he always told her to make the best of every situation. To find business in every deal. She was a father's little girl.

Well, speaking of deals, her marriage to Ossai - who happened to be right in front of her in an ebony vase - was the first. She had him cremated, an act Osas wasn't aware of. In Osas' little mind, his father was laid peacefully in 'Ebony Vault'.

She glanced coldly at the portrait of Ossai, he had his crooked smile on. Such a handsome insane man. She reluctantly picked a golden pack of cigarettes, while her eyes fixed on this portrait, taking a stick and lighting it between her lips.

She took a deep breath inhaling and taking a trip to 1987.

"... The south belongs to the north, the British lied to us. They fooled us with that fake independence, it's bewildering no one cares to talk about this. They keep taking and polluting our lands ... I... ?"

Ossai chuckled. "How do you think you can fix this problem?" He stared at naïve teenage Clara, who seemed taken with confusion and other related emotions.

This girl would continue to ridicule her. While she seemed naive in some aspects of life, there were other aspects where she knew it all. At 17, the young lady was already pimping out her friends to her influential godfather whose flirtatious passes she always entertained.