ing unknown numbers; hence she contemplated picking it for some seconds. "Did you not want to pick up my call?!" His voice sounded like a thunderstorm from the other end. Fear c

th raised brows. "Come in baby, my dick is ready for you," said the man. Nadine looked at his tiny dick which stood erect in the towel draped around his small waist which have been overshadowed by his stomach. "I'm not your fling!" she shouted and ran away from him. The man must have thought Nadine was the lady he was waiting for. He wanted to grab Nadine, but she kicked him in the middle and set to run, but the man grabbed her again; still wincing from the pain that smeared from his middle. "You daughter of a bitch!" The man shouted, then smacked Nadine's face. "After paying ten thousand dollars to get you here, you want to run away from me!" he shouted then smacked Nadine again, and she fell to the floor. The man smiled, he walked closer to Nadine while she crawled on her butt backward scared of the man in front of her. "Come here now, and I will make it easy for you!" he threatened. Nadine shook her head, tears already forming in them. Moving backward, she collided with someone. "Sir, aren't you shameless?" The voice sounded behind Nadine. "Aren't you the head of chief ministers? I can take a picture of you right now and post it on the internet if you don't stop harassing this woman." The voice sounded livid. What he said was true, the man was the chief minister, and fear grew on his face knowing that the man was correct. As much as he wanted to have a taste of Nadine, he knew that he needed to go stop unless his picture would be over the Internet, and he would lose his face in the country