Sandra lay sprawled on her couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She was in a rush of emotions, not from the current call she was wrapping up but from a whirlwind of thoughts surrounding her life and the unexpected turn it had taken.
"Oh goodness, I will be there as early as possible tomorrow. Just give me some time," Sandra said, her voice tinged with eagerness and determination.
"By ten a.m. in the morning," Mr. Coca responded, his tone as commanding as ever, yet with a hint of indulgence.
"Alright, I'll speak to you later," Sandra replied, promptly ending the call. Her heart raced slightly as she put the phone down, a glimmer of excitement lighting her face. But before she could even begin to digest the conversation, her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Celin, her ever-energetic friend.
"Hello, girlfriend! Can we go to a nightclub tonight?" Celin's voice rang out, as enthusiastic as always.
Sandra hesitated for a moment before responding. "No, babe, I can't go today," she said firmly, though her tone lacked conviction.
"Why not? The Sandra I used to know never turned down a nightclub invitation! What happened? Have you repented or something?" Celin teased, bursting into laughter.
Sandra chuckled lightly, trying to mask her growing unease. "Can we make it tomorrow instead?" she suggested, her tone soft but resolute.
"Tomorrow? Babe, why not today? Or are you hiding something from me?" Celin probed, her curiosity piqued.
Sandra sighed, attempting to sound casual. "I'm not hiding anything. I just don't feel like going today. We can make it tomorrow."
"Alright, fine. I'll let you be, but just know I'm going tonight, and I'll still drag you with me tomorrow," Celin declared, her determination evident.
"Suit yourself, babe," Sandra replied, her voice tinged with amusement as she ended the call. She leaned back into the couch, a small smile playing on her lips.
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Elsewhere, James sat in his dimly lit apartment, a glass of whiskey in hand, his thoughts entirely consumed by Sandra. Her image was imprinted in his mind—a mystery he couldn't unravel, no matter how hard he tried.
"How can I get her contact? How can I even find out where she lives?" he muttered to himself. "She doesn't even give me a chance to know her better. Why is she running away from me? And she doesn't seem like someone after money," he mused, his thoughts spiraling as he took another sip of his drink.
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Meanwhile, in her small yet cozy bedroom, Sandra tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her mind kept wandering to the car she was about to acquire. She closed her eyes, envisioning herself behind the wheel, gripping the steering wheel of a sleek, luxurious car.
"I can't wait for tomorrow. I can't wait to drive my car," Sandra whispered to herself, a wide grin spreading across her face. Content with her thoughts, she finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Sandra woke up earlier than usual, her excitement palpable. She quickly texted Mr. Coca to confirm their meeting.
He called her back almost immediately. "I was just about to call you. Can you start coming now?" Mr. Coca asked.
"Yes! I'll meet you there shortly. I'm on my way," Sandra replied eagerly, already springing into action. She grabbed her handbag and ordered an Uber to take her to the automobile showroom.
When she arrived, Mr. Coca was already waiting, his presence commanding as always. She greeted him with a warm hug, her joy radiating.
"Choose your dream car," Mr. Coca said, gesturing toward the stunning array of vehicles before them.
Sandra's eyes lit up as she wandered around the showroom, admiring each car. Finally, her gaze settled on the Mercedes-Benz C-Class. She turned to Mr. Coca, her excitement barely contained.
"This is it! This is my dream car," she said, her voice filled with awe.
Mr. Coca smiled, nodding approvingly. "If that's what you want, then it's yours."
He proceeded to make the payment, handing the keys to Sandra. Her hands trembled slightly as she took them, her emotions overwhelming her.
"Thank you, Mr. Coca. I can't believe I'm finally a car owner! This calls for a celebration!" she exclaimed, already reaching for her phone.
But Mr. Coca stopped her. "Wait. Who are you calling?" he asked, his tone sharp but curious.
"I want to call my friends. I'm planning to throw a party at the nightclub to celebrate this," Sandra explained.
Mr. Coca shook his head. "Before you celebrate with them, you should celebrate with me first," he said firmly.
Sandra hesitated, then laughed. "You're right. Do you want to join me at the nightclub tonight?" she asked.
"No, not the nightclub. Let's celebrate somewhere more private, like a hotel," Mr. Coca suggested.
Sandra pouted slightly. "But you promised we'd go to the nightclub together! This is the perfect opportunity. Please, let's go tonight," she pleaded.
"We will go, but not tonight," Mr. Coca insisted.
"Why not tonight?" Sandra pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Because tonight, I want to be with you, baby," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestion.
Sandra raised an eyebrow. "I was thinking… maybe instead of always going to a hotel, you could get me a house. That way, you can visit me whenever you want. It's safer and more convenient," she proposed, her tone casual but calculated.
Mr. Coca paused, considering her suggestion. "You know what? That's a brilliant idea. I'll get you an apartment," he agreed, and Sandra's face lit up with joy.
"Can we go enjoy ourselves now?" Mr. Coca asked, his voice softening.
"Yes, let's go," Sandra replied, beaming. She hopped into her new car, reveling in the thrill of driving for the first time, while Mr. Coca's driver whisked him away to the hotel.
Once they arrived, Mr. Coca booked a lavish suite. As they settled in, he turned to Sandra, his expression serious yet tender.
"I want you to promise me something," he began. "Promise me you'll never cheat on me. I'll give you anything you want—money, gifts, anything—but I need your loyalty."
Sandra smiled coyly. "I can't cheat on you, Mr. Coca. But give me a chance to be more than just your girlfriend. Let me be your second wife. Let me bear your children," she said, her tone earnest.
Mr. Coca's face darkened. "No, that's not possible. I've never planned for more than one wife. I love my wife, and she's the mother of my children. I don't need more children," he said firmly.
"But you said you'd do anything for me," Sandra countered, her voice trembling slightly.
"I meant anything within reason. You're special to me, Sandra, but I can't compromise on this. You're young, and you should understand that," Mr. Coca replied.
Sandra looked down, her expression conflicted. "You don't want to marry me, and you don't want me to marry someone else. How am I supposed to have a family of my own?" she asked quietly.
"When the time is right, you'll have everything you want. But for now, you're mine," Mr. Coca said, his voice soft but authoritative.
Sandra forced a smile, her heart heavy with unspoken thoughts. Mr. Coca leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I love it when you smile. It makes everything feel right," he said, before pulling her into a kiss.
Their emotions took over, and the night unfolded in passionate intimacy, yet beneath the surface, Sandra's mind churned with plans and uncertainties, knowing this arrangement was far from simple.