The failed revenge

She was on her desk, her beauty matching that of an angel. Her well braided hair that spoke for itself that it was a work of an expert left no question that black women are really the most beautiful. Every time she smiled dimples grew on her spotless cheeks making me wonder why King Solomon had omitted the description of such a black beauty in his Song of Songs.

I quickly started working out a plan. She was one such lady I could not just feast my eyes on. I had done it with many other ladies before, especially those that fate landed them on the seat she occupied. Actually her coming was because one other lady had underestimated my powers at the company. She ended paying the cost and she paid it dearly.

“Could you please type this for me” I said as I handed her a piece of handwritten paper.

”I will do that sir.” She responded, revealing her white milky teeth that sent shivers down my spine. My body shook like a leaf in a storm. It was as if I was not a master in the game. Using my experience, I turned and headed for my office to make my nervousness inconspicuous.

I will make her work till late. I thought as I took a seat in my office. By that time my plan was ready for implementation. It was a plan I had tried and tested. I used it on Jaqueline, and it worked on Rose, not to mention Sheila and Bertha.

I had vowed to do all I could to sleep with any secretary that bumped onto my way. Her recruitment automatically presented her as my next prey.

Day was slowly giving way to night and the work place was being deserted and soon it was empty save for me and my new secretary. She was busy trying to reduce her workload and possibly knockoff before it was very late. When I was convinced that time was ripe for action I called her to my office.

As she entered the office, I followed her with my eyes until she invited herself on the visitors chair in front of my desk. My heart beat increased making me feel like a novice. I forced a cough, to cover up my strange feelings that were being exposed by my shaking body. I could feel my body being torn in two. One part was for my intended action and the other against.

I moved from my chair and went closer to where she sat. I could read a puzzled expression on her face.

Standing next to her, I asked. “Are you married?”

“No,” she replied nervously. Her voice trembling with fear.

I then touched her shoulders and started caressing her.

“What? No!” She cried. “Please stop! Sto…..!”

I looked straight into her eyes. It was the type of look that could threaten an angry lioness. I then asked, “When did you finish your studies?”

“Three years ago,” she replied.

“How many companies have you worked for so far?” I fired another question.

“This is my first,” she replied, possibly wondering what point I was trying to raise.

“Now after struggling for three good years, you want to lose this job? Do you know that you are on probation and your survival at this company depends on what I will report on your performance?” I made my voice sound tough.

“I do not want to cheat my boyfriend,” she said amidst sobs. “Look at yourself; you are old enough to be my father. Does that not matter to you? How would you feel if someone was doing this to your daughter?” She continued.

“Don’t lecture me, young lady,” I shouted.

I continued caressing her body before ripping off her clothes. I had no mercy for her. I had no mercy for secretaries. I forced her sleep with me.

My relationship with her grew sour the following days but I cared less for I had done what I had wanted to do. However, three months later while I was home, waiting for my son who was bringing her girlfriend for a get-together, I was made to regret what I did.

When the two entered the house, my heart pounded faster and harder. I could not believe my eyes. When my son had told me his girlfriend was a secretary, I never thought she could be my secretary. I regretted everything and I cursed myself.

I ushered them onto a seat and the expression of shock and surprise on the lady’s face was evident. I quickly took my son aside and told him she was not the type of girl for him to marry. “Look she is wearing a pair of trousers?” I tried to manufacture reasons.

“Dad, I can’t leave her. I love her,” my son retorted. “For your information, she is already a month pregnant. She is carrying my child, dad,” his voice was soft and reasonable.

“What?” I asked in disbelief. Beads of perspiration suddenly formed on my forehead. Slowly tears started to make their way down my cheeks. I now realized that my intended revenge had failed as my mind quickly drifted back to events of seven years ago.

While I was happily married, my secretary was trying hard to seduce me. She could dress in short and tight skirts that exposed a good part of her thighs and her blouse was usually partially buttoned thereby exposing her breasts. When in my office she would push her already short skirt up to make sure that I get a glimpse of those parts meant to be covered by clothes. When leaving she would shake her hips right and left as if she were a dancer at a tradition dance.

I loved my wife so much that I never dreamt of cheating on her but one other day, I realised how weak human fresh is. I succumbed to her charms and slept with her in the office.

Few months later I leant that the secretary was HIV positive and on ARVs treatment. I cried for myself, I cried for my wife, I cried like David after the death of his beloved son Abisalom.

I was not surprised when my wife started coughing continuously. She was later diagnosed with tuberculosis which took her life.

I from that time vowed to revenge. Revenge to all the secretaries. I slept around with any of my secretaries regardless of age.

Now here there was, the secretary that I had last slept with was carrying a baby for my son and only child. It was obvious that the baby was conceived after I had already slept with her.

“Why are you crying Dad? You need to be happy that you will soon have a grandchild.” He said looking confused.

“I have killed you, son.” I said amidst sobs.