Love’s Indenture (an Excerpt)


Jaiye’s favorite pass time, is antagonizing her father in ways that embarrasses him. He is more than fed up with her, so he marries her off to a mechanic in order to teach her a lesson. Jaiye is livid. She can’t leave the marriage till five years are up, but she begins to discover that Toye is much more than just a mechanic…..



Jaiye woke up to a pounding headache and the smell of fried eggs. The light in the room was blinding. She groaned and turned away from the window as she tried to clear her thoughts enough to remember where she was. The room was small, masculine and unfamiliar and she was hoping someone would come to pull the blinds across the window. When she tried to sit up, she realized she was naked. That was alarming. Had she passed out in one of Alex’s friends’ room, and with whom?

“Good morning!” A shadowy face came into view and she noticed that someone was sitting on the bed beside her.

“Hey!” She cried, snatching the blanket covering her form and pushing it underneath her arm pits. The movement caused sharp pain in her temples and more head throbbing. “Awww!” She grabbed the left side of her head and squeezed her eyes shut. “Aw, Aw! Aw!” She continued a little more quietly.

“You need to lie down and keep still.”

She opened her eyes a bit and frowned as the face came into sharp focus. “You’re Molade’s mechanic…Aww,” she groaned.

“It’s okay,” he said and reached out to cup the back of her head with his hand before forcing a glass of water between her parched lips. “Drink this, it’ll help.”

She drank the whole glass without opening her eyes.

“Feel better?”

She nodded and then squinted at him. “Where am I? What am I doing here?”

“Recovering,” he replied placing the empty glass down on the small bedside table and turning back to face her.

“From what?”

“I see you don’t remember the events of yesterday.”

She frowned. The last thing she remembered was stomping out of her father’s party. “Ermm, you seem to have a better grasp of what happened to me, so could you like enlighten me or something.”

“You don’t remember me struggling to get you into bed, you vomiting all over both of us and me having to take off all your clothes…..” his voice was soft and teasing.

She took a peek inside the covers at herself and winced. “Okay, explain your taking off all my clothes….”

“Don’t worry,” he replied as he picked up another glass filled with orange juice and handed it to her, “I didn’t look at all. Your sister was there. She did all the work.”

“My sister,” Jaiye eyed him, “Where is she?”

“Not here at the moment, drink this.”

She stared at the glass of juice, “I believe I need panadol extra, not juice.”

“I don’t have panadol, I have paracetamol and you shouldn’t take that on an empty stomach.”

“My head is throbbing,” she said. “I need to kill the pain.”

“I know,” he replied with the smug look of one who knew better. “Your blood sugar has probably crashed and you’re most definitely dehydrated. You need to drink something and eat as well, that should help with the headache. There’s a plate of eggs on the table beside you. I hear proteins are a good pick me up after a hangover and there’s plenty of water in my fridge when you do decide to get up.”

She stared at him as the throbbing in her head dulled to a constant drip. “How do you know that? You’re supposed to be a mechanic.”

“I’m a mechanical engineering graduate,” he replied grabbing her hand and putting the glass in it. “Drink up.”

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said as she watched him get up from the bed and walk over to the only wardrobe in the cramped room. “That I’m a spoilt, rich, brat. But I only had two glasses of champagne last night. I shouldn’t be this hung over.”

He turned and stared at her, “then you don’t really remember everything that happened last night.” With that he opened the wardrobe door.

She stared at his broad, muscled back as he slipped off the tee shirt he was on and pulled long arms into a long sleeved shirt. “What happened last night?”

“If you’re going to drink and hang out at a bar, then you should learn to be aware of the consequences.”

“I’m not afraid of a few hangovers.” She smirked as he turned around to button up his shirt.

He paused and eyed her as he did the last button, “I was talking about liver cancer,” he said, “plus the possibility of being kidnapped or raped or killed, one or more of which almost happened to you yesterday.”

She frowned at him.

“Unfortunate little accidents happen with drunken people. My dad was alcoholic, and I had plenty of lessons growing up.” He reached for his wrist watch and strapped it on.

“I’m not alcoholic.”

“You’re in pain and you need to kill it.” He slammed the wardrobe door and picked up his shoes from a low, wooden shoe rack. “Killing yourself to get back at your old man usually isn’t worth it.”

She felt guilty after that statement, he was right. In trying to numb the pain she felt ever so often she would drink, often to the point of passing out. “I don’t drink all the time. It’s just….”

“I’m going to work,” he said cutting her off as he slipped on his shoes and stood up. “That’s the door to the bathroom on your right and something you can change into at the foot of the bed.” He handed her a tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush.

She took it and gritted her teeth briefly at the pain in her temple. Flash backs of Grover and Alex and Alex’s flat came to her.

“Try to eat, it’s much better than painkillers,” he said watching her face. “You can sleep here as long as you want to. I won’t be home until nightfall.”

She held the blanket to her chest and eyed him. “I think I remember what happened. What did they give to me?”

“Rophydol,” he replied as he stood staring down at her. “AKA date rape drug.”

She stared at him, a worried frown etched on her face. “Did they….”

“I don’t think so. We got there just in time.” He dangled a key in front of her.  “Here is the key to my flat. Lock it up when you leave and give the key to your sister. She knows how to find me.”

She didn’t make a move to take the key from him. The shock of what he had just told her was taking it’s time to digest. He dropped the key on the table beside her and turned to leave.

‘Thank you’ she wanted to say but didn’t, ‘He’s seen me naked’ was all she could think about.


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