Dear Diary,

I am so sorry I didn’t tell you about my day
yesterday.Hmmmm, you know anytime I
skip an entry I always have a good reason
and boy I can’t wait to fill you in on yesterday!
Just after I tucked you back in our little
secret place, TK called and said he wanted
to give me a heads up. Apparently, some
of his investors were coming into the country
for a board meeting on Friday and he
wanted to have a little cocktail for them
afterwards in our “little palace” as he calls
it.

You should know the drill by now,
dear dairy. These his so called “little cocktails”
often become carnivals. Ememsent
me a text shortly after, informing me that
she would be at the house at 9amon Friday
morning to get a brief of the arrangements

I wanted her to make for the party. I won’t
lie o, I was a little uncomfortable because I
was wondering how TK had managed to
contact her so soon after coming back
from Abuja – or did they go together?

That Ememgirl! I am tired of asking TK
what exactly her job description at his
company is. Today she is the PA, tomorrow,
the Special Adviser, and the day after, the
Events’ Coordinator! I hope she doesn’t one
day trade in all these roles to become his
second wife…over my dead body! Anyway,
at 10amRosemary knocked on the door to
tell me Ememwas here… imagine! One
hour late! No phone call to inform me she
was running late, no text message… nothing.

So I decided to show her. I left her
downstairs for two hours while I took my
time to look like her boss’s wife…yes, I had
to look good to do what I intended to do.
Let me not bore you with the gory details,
but trust me, Ememleft with her shirt
properly buttoned and her skirt drawn
down to sit on her knees and a to- do- list so
long I knew I had gotten rid of her for the
rest of the day…hehehehehehehehehe.

The silly girl told me she was hoping she
would have time to go and get her hair
done before the party; I told her I was her
madam for the day and she couldn’t be
dolling up on billable hours. Take that!

Action lady Anjie! That
wasn’t even the highlight of my day… You
know I hadn’t seen TK since last week
Sunday. The party was to start at 7pm. I
heard him walk into Oladunni’s room at
about 6.45pm,while I was putting finishing
touches to my makeup, and I listened
to their conversation through the baby
monitor in her room. I love the way he
talks to her like she’s an adult, it just melts
my heart. He told her he saw a pink bunny
rabbit at the airport on his way back from
Abuja and it reminded him of her…I don’t
know why he thinks it’s funny that her
teeth are that way, she’s obviously going to
need braces at some point. When he came
into our bedroom, my heart skipped a
beat; I had almost forgotten how handsome
he is. He leaned on the door and
watched me put on some blush.

“Anjie, I have told you to stop rubbing pancake
on your cheeks. One kiss from me is
all you need to make your cheeks rosy”, he
said, chuckling. “TK I am too dark to
blush, a thousand kisses from you can’t
change that” I said sticking out my
tongue. “Wanna bet?” He said as he
walked towards me, he had that
look…you know the look that makes him
late for meetings and miss his flight occasionally.

I picked up my hair brush and
wagged it at him “TK don’t start please” I
said in between giggles. He stopped in
front of me, held my waist and pulled me
closer as he lowered his lips to mine he
said “I’m not starting anything, I am just
picking up from where we left off”.

One hour later we went downstairs
hand in hand, the red dress I had
intended to wear to the party was
nowrumpled in a pool by the bed. The
party had started without us. I was now
wearing a silver knee- length dress I
bought from Neiman Marcus on my last
holiday. The dress is so beautiful. It has a
square neck line in front, and behind, it’s
bare, all the way to the middle of my back.

It clings to every curve of my body. TK
couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Well, TK and
that horrible business partner of his Mr
Carrington! Yes the bald American from
Washington DC. Honestly, if he wasn’t one
of TK’s biggest investors I would have told
him about the numerous times the guy
has tried to hit on me but I know my husband’s
ego and I know how much he values
Mr Carrington’s partnership…the
idiot is what…70? Ewwwwww gross!

The evening was magical. Trust me now, I
dazzled his guests with my “million-watt”
smile as TK calls it and all the business
lingo I have picked up from the episodes
of ‘The Apprentice’ I have been watching
out of boredom…Lol!.

The best part of the
evening was after the party, TK and I were
standing on the stairs at the front door
looking up at the stars; we had just seen
the last of the guests off. He had his hand
around my waist, I had my head on his
chest …it’s amazing how tiny I feel next to
him.

He looked so handsome last night,
even though I had noticed a couple of
grey strands of hair around his temples –
the man needs to rest! I told him I loved
him and he did that thing he always does
and I still don’t know how he does it, he
pulled out the most beautiful charm
bracelet I have ever seen from behind my
ear and dropped it into my dress.

I smacked him as I picked it up. It had only
one charm, a female angel, and then
hewhispered “Heaven is missing one of
these because I have you”. On days
like this I love being his wife.
Needless to say, we went up to the bedroom
for a little midnight loving with
champagne and strawberries. I had even
laid out the white Egyptian satin sheets I
had received from my personal shopper
that same day. Dear diary, it was so amazing
…oh dear I have to go!

I forgot to take
the pill this morning. Please don’t judge
me. I know it’s horrible that I am taking
the pill while TK is desperate for
another child but I can’t have another
baby now. You know why I can’t …I just
can’t!