The shrill ring of the telephone violently rousted me from my well-deserved sleep. Blindly, I rummaged about for the annoying piece of technology, found it, and said into the receiver. “Hello.” I was still groggy, but the words I heard made me to be fully awake.



“Are you going to be asleep while the greatest scoop of your entire career passes you by?” It was my boss, Samson Lawal. He always had a way of getting your attention, no matter the situation. “Better get your ass into your car and drive up to the address I’ll send you now.” And then he clicked off. Few seconds later, my phone beeped in reception of the address he sent. It was an all-too-familiar address; never in a thousand lifetimes would I have thought that such a thing would be happening there. And I would be the very first person to document it; well, also with the gorgeous beauty lying next to me.


I turned to her, and gently tapped her bare thighs. “Hey sleepy head,” I said, brushing a kiss on her ear. “Duty calls.”


She groaned, stretched, and yawned. “Why can’t we shut off duty for one more hour?”


“Not unless you want to explain to Samson why we lost ‘greatest scoop of our entire careers.’ ”


She sat up, pecked my cheeks and said, “Thanks for last night.”


Before I could comment, she waltzed off into the bathroom, her large buttocks dancing seductively. Thank God I had another bathroom in my apartment; I quickly ran into it and prayed that I would be fast enough.

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