The Beast Within

My best friend died

As I saw her body laying to rest and lots of people crying in pain, all I felt was pure joy.  She was gone forever. The Alpha female has gone to meet the Alpha.

Let me tell you about Abimbola; she was beautiful, smart, self-confident, respectable and ambitious. She was the kind of woman who was always in charge and I loved that about her. Abimbola was my best friend.

Unlike her, I grew up as a timid, uptight girl who just wanted to face her career. I never wanted a relationship with any man because I saw them all as demons. Why wouldn’t I see men as demons when all the men I have come across found ways to mess me up. The one that broke me the most, was the one who slept with my cousin and even dated her after I decided to leave him. It was the guts and disrespect for me. Well, after him, I knew I was done with men and all I wanted to do was make money and be happy. Well, love isn’t for everybody.

Abimbola tried convincing me severally to allow a man into my life again. It had been 5 years since my last heartbreak and she strongly believed I had to give a chance again, but I was not her.

Abimbola was the kind of girl who got all the kind of men that she wanted she has been very lucky when it comes to men, I must say. We were best friends, but we were two different people.

One day at work, my General Manager called me to meet a new client. I entered the office and saw this chubby looking cute guy sitting on the chair. No, it wasn’t love at first time and I had seen more handsome men, so he wasn’t a pick. As I entered, I could feel him assess me from head to toe and that just got me irritated. He was there for business and that was it.

He was a cool person to work with and we managed to pull plenty things off together. But you see when we landed a particular deal, we were so excited that we decided to go out to celebrate. It was the first time we would hang out outside work and I decided to go with Abimbola. It was fun and I saw a side of him that I had not noticed. Alfred was a really cool guy. I was beginning to like him.

From that day, things took a different turn and we talked very often and yes, I enjoyed speaking with him. When Abimbola asked me what was between us and if I intended dating him, I told her I wasn’t sure. I had my fears and I wasn’t going to let my guard down because one man was forming Mr Romantic for me.

When I realized I was getting so emotionally invested, I began to withdraw. I wasn’t going to let one man break my heart again. In no time, I realized that Alfred and Abimbola were hanging out more often. At first, I didn’t see it as a big deal but when I realized that they were getting really close, I had to ask her what was going on.

My friend told me that she was looking for the best time to tell me that they had started going out. She apologized for not telling me early and I told her it was fine. I was happy for them both and I meant it. Later that evening, as I was about to leave her house, she told me that she would like me to start relating with Alfred like my friend’s boyfriend and not like some guy that was asking me out. I smiled and told her it was fine. I was going to respect her relationship and know my boundaries.

Their relationship was beautiful. It was perfect. It was true. It was everything a person would ask for and when Alfred was going to propose, I was the Chief planner. Alfred even thanked me in front of everybody for bringing Abimbola his way. I felt fulfilled that I gave my best friend a happy home.

Five months after proposal, they got married and I was the best lady. It was the m0st interesting wedding I ever attended and mehn, they looked so cute together. For the first time in a long time, I considered getting married too.

Four years into their marriage, I was still her best friend and I must say that their marriage was still as perfect as it was when they got married. There was one problem though, they were yet to have a child and that got Abimbola very worried. She had got so worried that she eventually had a high blood pressure and eventually a hypertension.

She fell really sick one time and her husband asked her to go for a vacation which she agreed to. She asked me to go with her but I had so much work to do. Abimbola was meant to go for three weeks but after two weeks, she told me she was on her way back home. She wanted to surprise her husband, so she didn’t want me to tell him she was coming.

I went to greet Alfred that day too, so that she could meet me in the house. It was my little way of surprising her also. Myself and Alfred were gisting in the house and I decided to pour us both a glasses of juice. Soon after having his juice, he was asleep. No, I didn’t drug him, he was probably tired.

Here’s the interesting part, although he was asleep, he was awake and that turned me on. I pulled down his joggers and I saw him in his full length. Oh my, I was wet already. Without wasting time, I put my lips on it and began to suck him. He opened his eyes almost immediately and was surprised to see me doing that to him. He wanted to stop me, but I got up and kissed him. I knew he was trying to stop me, but he couldn’t because there was a Viagra in his juice. Yes, I put it there.

I sat on him and began to ride him. Oh yes, I am so good at it that even the strongest of men would succumb. As I rode him and he moaned away in excitement, she walked in.

The timing was perfect and I didn’t lock the door because I had a goal.

Alfred looked up and saw Abimbola staring at us in shock. He pulled me away from him but I didn’t care. All through I had a smile plastered on my face.

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Abimbola slumped and Alfred rushed her to the hospital. She died of shock.

My name is Precious. I killed my best friend, but I am NOT a murderer.