It's a story that reviews betrayal and trust
It's a story that reviews betrayal and trust
One Night With The Judge
Chapter. 1
Morris Taiwo is a medical doctor who owned his own clinic, Morris clinic happened to be one of the biggest in Wuse 2. He is the most experienced, diligent doctor anyone could ever know. Morris, had married his wife Lucy and she is extremely gorgeous. Her beauty could turn heads and mesmerized the men, anywhere she stepped into. She is a lawyer and graduated with first class abroad, and expert in her field. Morris came back from work that evening, so tired and stressed. Lucy was already home in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the husband. Their marriage is just two years and they ain't both ready for kids, until they finished their mansion he's building, while still living in their 4 bedroom duplex.
Morris packed his Benz inside the compound, tossed the key to the driver, cause he was driving. He sometimes loves to drive himself to work or back, even when the driver is with him, though. He call it exercise, to relax nerves and clear the head. When he's driving and exercising while meditating and allowing the AC, blow into the brain, according to doctor Morris. On his way back home, his ex kept blowing up his phone with calls and messages. His phone consistently kept buzzing until he got home, while he totally ignored the calls, and the messages. He could perceived the aroma of the deliciously palatable delicacy, his wife was making as it filled the air when he stepped in. He stood by the kitchen door, smiling romantically at her and her big curves, though.
"Hey baby, my sugar, how was your day today and what are you doing to me today?. The way I'm perceiving this, it's like you're ready to finish me with food, and "food". You know, the desert after this food and that could be the best for me now, infact I think, I think the desert first. So you tell me about your day today, who did you and your judge send to prison today again. As my legal counsel, please do tell..." Morris said enthusiastically smiling at his wife and grabbing her waist
"Okay my love, but first you tell me about yours and how many of those beautiful ladies, you examine today. I mean, who had BP, cardiac arrest and breast lumps that you touch and feel and examine. As for me, you know your girl always kïllêd it and we send one serial kìllêr to life imprisonment today. Let's say, he's a hümåñ tráffickêr and you remember that case I told you, that's the one we send to where he belongs. It was supposed to be sentenced to dēæth but, his blind mother pleaded and, our judge sentenced him to life imprisonment..." Lucy explained with a kiss, her arms curled around his neck with a smile.
"Oh, poor woman, and to think he never thought about his blind mother, you see, the mother is technically childlessness now. It's more like he's already dêâd, because she can never see him again. But how do, I mean, where do they have that kind of hearts. Kïllìng people for money,I'm talking about another hümåñ and you took their lives. These guys literally do not have a heart, how can people be so êvil and heãrtlêss right now. You know what, baby, please let's stop talking about this before I break down..." Morris said, while trying to unknot his tie
"Alright, alright, fine my love, so who's being calling you like that. I mean, your phone has being buzzing ever since you got in, is it work or a patient?. Are you on call or something?. Do they need you at the hospital, you should check the calls and messages. Please don't let anybody die on you my love, you know, our both profession is to save lives and not to lose them. If it's hospital, please you should check and go see if it's an emergency. And by the way my love, we have a hearing tomorrow in court and it's going to be tough. Cause this case is a tough one, a politician son and I bet you know him. Senator Charlie Brown, his son came back abroad and throw one lavish party and a girl was found dêâd, in his bedroom. Sugar, you should go and take a shower first because I don't like you like this, you know..." Lucy said, as she was taking food to the dinning
He sighed and was all smiley. "Oh my goodness, really?. These young boys oh God, I bet he has a hand in her dēáth, the boy is on drugs so what do you expect. Baby please, this is a strong case and you have gotta be careful. I don't want anyone threatening you and and anything happening to you, sometimes I wonder how you do it. You always win and come back with a crown, but I'm always scared for you in most strong cases like this. Please always be careful, most of these politicians are deadly and you should be extremely cautious. I should go up and take a shower, and by the way I have something to tell you when I'm down..." He said as he was climbing the stares
She chuckled. "My love, you know I've won stronger and most complicated cases than this, so you needn't worry. Just go and finish up quick please, because I am really hungry and I need to be in the study in an hour. Tomorrow is going to be a tough day, so I gotta put on my armour and get set for it so, hurry up, you. You haven't told me what you did today baby, so I'll know about your day honey..." Lucy said while serving the food
"But I'll have desert after the food, cause that's my best part of the food baby..." Morris teased climbing up
"You such a naughty crazy ãss boy, make sure you check those calls, if they're emergency from the office, honey..." She replied in a loud voice
Morris was upstairs in their large, massive master bedroom tossing around and staring at his phone. It kept buzzing, when he checked again and saw it was "Linda " on the call, he hissed and sighed heavily. He went into the bathroom and stared up, he stood in the shower, with his head facing up and the water springing out and pouring in his face. His hands in akimbo as he overheard the phone, kept buzzing out loudly. He thought he heard a footstep climbing up when he jumped out of the bathroom and, grasp panting heavily with wet body.
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