My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker Chapter 9

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I lie on the bed, thinking about Pie and hoping she is okay wherever she is.

Tho the guy that bought her look so responsible order than Mr Obama that fat cargo.

I pray the guy treat her nice.

I adore Pie because she is so unique and innocent. Despite having been through a lot, she never stops praying at night and reading her Bible.

I know Madam Mona has turned us into bad girls, but Pie is still a good girl. She does not smoke or drink.

I kneeled down and said a prayer.

“Father, please protect Pie wherever she is and keep her safe from harm. Please set us free one day, I pray in Jesus name.

“Amen!!” Ada yelled mockingly as I stood up from the floor.

“Na free world yan anything you want Yan” I said standing up from the ground.

“Ashawo the pray, that mumu girl don come initiate you na. Wetin be that her name self Pie” She said bitterly.

“Bitterness is what is eating you up; I know you are jealous of pie because she is better than you in every way.” “I said with an eye roll.”

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“Say wetin, only God know the kind fvck were them go fvck her dis night, make we see how she go come back come continue her holy holy” Ada said but I ignored her. Silent they said is the best answer giving to a fool as her.

To avoid her nonsense talks, I lied down with my pillows above my head.

Madam Mona ????

I lied down feeling so excited and fulfill.

I made a lot of money just for tonight. Since I brought Sweet-Pie to the Ranch and introduced her to the work, my business has grown beyond expectations.

Just look at how much money she made me tonight.

Maybe I will call Veronica my sister (Sweet-Pie’s mother) and send her some money tomorrow,” I said aloud.

“Sweet-Pie is such good luck,” I thought before dozing off.

Three days later.

PIE ????

I have been with Richmond for three days now.

Aside from the night he drove us to his house, I did not see him again.

His house maid informed me that he left for an urgent business trip the next day and will not be returning anytime soon.

The maid will always make sure to prepare delicious meals for me as well as prepare my bath.

I am beginning to like it here, but I know it is only for the time being.
When I think about aunt Mona and her wicked act, my mood usually worsens.

I stood up from the bed after saying my morning prayers, and the door opened, revealing Angela, the housemaid.

She came to inform me that breakfast was ready.

I brush my teeth and head downstairs.

And was astounded to see him seated at the dining table.

He looked very attractive. I stood in the middle of the stairs for a while before going down.

“I thought Angela told me he was not going to return anytime soon?” I thought aloud.

“Good morning,” I said as I took a seat opposite him.

His eyes were fixed on me.

“Sweet-Pie!” He mumbled, and I wondered who had told him my full name.

“Eat.” He said, pushing a plate of dished macron and fried chicken towards me.
I was too shy to eat in his presence. I took a fork and began eating slowly.

While he sat and watched me eat.
His intense gaze was making me uncomfortable.

“Will not you eat? I was finally able to ask.
He simply nodded his head.

When I was done eating.

He took out his hankachief to wipe away the oil stain in my mouth.

He then pushed a glass of water for me to drink.

I felt embarrassed because I did not drink any water while eating.

“Thank you,” I said once I had finished drinking the water.

When he was certain I was satisfied with the food, he began eating quietly and orderly while I sat there, wondering what kind of man he was.

Three days later.

I do not feel like returning to the Ranch. Staying at Richmond House was one of the best experiences of my life so far.

He bought me a lot of clothes, shoes, and bags. Even gave me a large sum of money without him sleeping with me.

We visited so many incredible places together.

He acts too good to be true.

I got into the car while he stood on the top floor, watching me.

I waved at him, but he just smiled.

The driver took the wheel, and we drove to the Ranch.

I wish life could be this simple, but it only gets worse at the Ranch.

I met Madam Mona standing at our door as soon as I got out of the car.

Richmond driver took my belongings to the room.

“Good afternoon, ma,” I greeted Madam Mona, who smiled sheepishly at me like a child who had just bought candy.

“Pie, look how plump and fresh you have become; did the young guy even stress you?” She questioned, while I remained silent.

“Hurry up inside, and come here, someone has booked you for tonight,” Madam Mona said, as I hissed at her.

She took a furious step towards me.

Ready to bounce on me but I don’t care anymore.

Good night peeps ????

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