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Hungry Potential Educated Man Episode 4



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Hungry Potential Educated Man Episode 4 – I assume you would be taking this information to the prosecutor?”

“Yes,” Ike said flatly.

“Remember to keep my involvement out of it, Detective.”

“We would see.”

“It is difficult to take a child away from its biological mother, Detective, but we did what we had to do at the time.”

I see.” Ike stood up. “I must take my leave now, Mrs Aku.”

Ike could hardly conceal his elation as he ran down the stairs and stepped into the street to hail a passing cab.

Gabrielle had a twin. There was someone else who looked exactly like Gabrielle. This must be, had to be, the person who had murdered George Rosenfeld.

For the moment he was not concerned with how or why. The existence of a lookalike was all he needed. His immediate task was to get to Gabrielle and console her with his new discovery.

Ike drove straight to Gabrielle’s house and ran towards the door, nearly crashing into Nelo as the door sprang open.

“She’s in her room.” Nelo called out at him as he ran up the stairs leading to Gabrielle’s room.

Thanks, Nelo.”


He stopped short at her door to regain his breath, and then opened the door gently. She was sprawled out on the bed. She was an exhausted and vulnerable woman. Her cheek had deep hollows and her collarbones were too prominent. The lines of tension in her face had released, and she was sleeping deeply like a child. He wished he could make her feel even better.


He walked to the bed and watched her eyes flutter.


“Ike,” she said.


“Shh! Go back to sleep. You’re making up for a lot of lost time.”



“No, it’s fine. I’ve been waiting for you. How is Nana?”


“Your grandmother is fine, and she sure as hell had a lot to say. I think you should sleep.”


“Oh, I’m fine. Just lie with me.” Gabrielle said and pulled him close.


He lay down facing her. “Everything would be fine, Gabby.”


“Please kiss me.”



“Okay,” he replied shockingly, reached forward and kissed her. He had never seen her so vulnerable. She parted her lips and moved slightly closer to him.

“Better?” he whispered.

“A little. Not enough.”

“You want more?” he asked hoarsely.

“Much more,” she murmured and he kissed her again.

His mouth was soft but firm and he drew her in slowly with his arms so that their body pressed against each other. It had been so long since a man had kissed her with passion that she thought she’d thought she would forget how to react, but that was not the case.

All her senses reawakened and responded with a rush to meet his desire. Her lips opened fully under the pressure of his, she felt his tongue and caressed it with hers. When he made a sound deep in his throat, tightening the pressure of his arms, she found herself moaning softly in return.

Ike was big, both taller and heavier than her husband. He pulled her more closely against him and she put her arms around his neck, but slowly her hands moved up to the back of his head. Short strands clung to her finger as she buried them wholly, reciprocating his embrace so wonderfully that he finally groaned in frustration and lifted her to her knees.

Gabrielle gasped as he broke the kiss and pressed his face into the hollow at the base of her throat.

His skin was hot, his mouth wet from her kisses, and Gabrielle arched her neck to give him greater access as his lips travelled down the collar of her sleeveless top. He had one large hand against her back at the base of her spine to hold her to him.

With the other, he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, never taking his mouth from her skin. Gabrielle shrugged and let the blouse fall, staring at him as he finally raised he head to admire her bare skin. His lashes lifted and met her gaze. His expression was needy, almost drugged, and she knew just how much he felt. When he moved to kiss her again, she opened her mouth expectantly and wrapped her arms around his back.

This time, he did not hesitate, he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he acted accordingly. His mouth moved from her lips to her cheek and down to the curve of her shoulder as she lay back in his arms.

She moaned as he trailed his lips to the hollow between her breasts and gasped as he covered her swollen nipple with his mouth, biting gently. He pulled her towards him again, lifting her up to brush his lips over her breast. Gabrielle closed her eyes and held his head against her. His mouth was everywhere. So hungry to feel his skin on hers, she pulled off his shirt and ran her hands up the smooth skin of his back.

He released her long enough to pull of his vest. As he moved forward to embrace her again, Gabrielle looked at the strong line of his throat, the dense black chest hair, the muscles of his arms, the flat ribbed abdomen. The man was gorgeous and decent, and on fire with desire for her.

She lay back on the bed and reached up to touch his hair. His head turned to kiss her palm. Her throat closed with passion and she flung her legs around his hips. She leaned into the cradle of his hips and felt him, hard, ready, against his trousers.

She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trouser down, sending his trousers down to his knees. His cock was massive and her mouth watered with desire. She wanted to feel him inside her. Her mouth. Her vagina. Everywhere. He never stopped watching her with eyes drowned with passion.

She pulled her skirt above her waist and pulled him in. He slid into her gently, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Gabrielle held his head close to the hollow of her neck. She heard herself moan louder and dug her fingers into his curves of his back, pulling him deeper into her. His thrust gained momentum, serenading Gabrielle in ways she had never felt. His massiveness filled her up in ways that George had never.

Each thrust pulled her farther and farther away from her reality, and she let herself drown in the cradle of his thighs.

Orgasm was blissful.

Ike hailed a cab and gave his Achara Layout address. He had left a note and a duplicate key for Gabrielle to meet him at his apartment that evening to discuss what he had learned from her grandmother.

He slipped into the back seat of the cab and let his head rest against the headrest. He closed his eyes to reminisce on the ecstasy that came with making love to Gabrielle.

This was just great. He had never made love to anyone like that before, and that meant a whole lot. No past intercourse could compare to what he felt making love to her.

He tried to keep his mind on her case. He had not expected to be this lucky. He knew the existence of a sibling would be a shock for her, especially since it seemed likely that the sister was the killer.

But nothing surpassed the feelings of joy, relief and almost satisfaction that enveloped him. He might finally be able to save Gabrielle from the destruction that had overtaken her life.

He got out at his building and paid the fare, overtipping the cab man and bounding into his building. The street had its usual noisy gloom with street boys dragging joints over bottles of beer at one point, and ladies awaiting pitch darkness for their nightly routines with the guys.

The hall leading to his flat which was empty, and as he paused to pull out his keys from his pocket a blow fell on the back of his head that knocked him to his knees.

He turned to face his assailant and then suddenly realized there were several men in the narrow hallway, all coming at him. In the few seconds of consciousness he had struggled to return the punches and kicks raining down on him, he heard a harsh voice say, “Stay out of the Rosenfeld case!”

Then everything went black.

Gabrielle arrived at Ike’s street a little after eight pm, a little apprehensive, a little sentimental – A feeling she would never admit to Ike. The street wasn’t exactly what she expected, and it dawned on her that all her life, she had never been to this part of Enugu State – she had thought of it but never really pictured herself there. A slight guilt enveloped her. She paid the cab driver that brought her, confirmed the number circled on the building wall and walked straight in, ignoring the whistles that trailed in her wake.

She walked up the narrow flight of stairs leading to his flat. She balanced the waterproof bag in the crook of her arm as she fished in her bag for the key Ike had given her. She rummaged in frustration for several seconds and then noticed that Ike’s door was slightly ajar. She dropped the bag when she noticed the drops of blood on the floor, and pushed the door open.

Ike was sprawled on the couch in the living room. He still had his jacket on, and one hand trailed to the floor; his face was a mass of cuts and lumps, one eye was swollen half closed, his shirt was ripped across his chest, revealing a large blackening bruise across his ribs and a deep cut on his lower lip ran all the way to his chin.

Gabrielle gasped and threw her purse to the ground as she ran to the couch.

“Ike?” she whispered in a shaky voice, afraid that he wouldn’t answer.

His good eye opened. “Gabrielle,” he said thickly.

“Oh my God, what happened to you?” wanting to touch him but cautious of doing more damage.

“Don’t worry about me, Steve would be here soon,” he said, trying to get up.

Gabrielle pushed him back down. “You’re going to the hospital,”

“No hospital.” He said in as strong a voice as he could muster. “Look, this is a good sign.”

A good sign?” she repeated, horrified.

He closed his eyes and nodded. “Means I’m getting close, and whoever is framing you is getting scared.”

“Ike, let me call my doctor, he would come right over here…”

“Calm down. Steve is on his way.”

“Steve is not a doctor.”

He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. When he opened them again his expression was grim. “Are you going to flip out over this after all you have been through?”

She stared at him for a few seconds and then got up to get their dinner from the hall and shut the door.

“Can I at least clean you up?” she asked, dropping the bag on the table.

“I’m sorry I barked at you,” he said. “I just need you to help me now because I’m finally getting somewhere and that’s when you really have to be careful.”

She went to him and sat on the edge of the couch. He put his arms around her and she kissed his cheek.

Gabrielle, I’ve got something wonderful to tell you. At least I hope you think it’s wonderful. It is probably the solution to the mystery of who killed your husband.” He gingerly pushed himself up to sit properly.

“What did my grandmother say?”

“Among other things, she said you have a twin sister. An identical sister.”

Gabrielle absorbed that in stunned silence. Then she said softly. “How?”

Ike told her what her grandmother had told him about the Agus and her true identity.

Gabrielle mumbled feebly the first fleeting thought that entered her head. “But I look like my daddy.”

“Yes, he’s your father,” Ike said warily, rubbing her hand gently. He told her about Chikwado and her father, and then about the splitting of the babies.

“My parents got one and the Agus kept the other?”

Ike nodded.

Gabrielle’s breath escaped slowly as she thought about what he had said.

And you think the person who shot George was my… sister?”



“But why? Why?”

“That’s what we have to find out. We have to prove to the prosecutor that she exists, and that she has motives, means and opportunity to kill George. I’ve got a PI friend that’s tracking the Agus now. We would find her.”

“My sister,” Gabrielle murmured softly. “How strange that sounds after spending an entire life as an only child.” The emotions welled up and she started crying.

Ike embraced her and stood holding her while she sobbed. They both heard the knock on the door.

“That will be Steve.”

“You think they knew each other, George and my sister?”

“People are rarely murdered by strangers” he said, releasing his grip.

She looked at him skeptically as he limped to the door.

Ike pulled open the door of his apartment.

Hi, Steve,” he said.

Steve who was clad in a brown shirt and carrying a large briefcase looked at his partner appraisingly.

“You don’t look that bad. I’ve seen you worse.”

He glanced nervously at Gabrielle’s tear stained face.

She nodded at him and then headed for the bedroom.

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