Alex turned to find Bola staring at him. He had only his shorts on. It was hot, and the one room apartment he lived in was not well-ventilated. He had left the door open for some air.
“What do you want Bola?”
“The same thing I have been offering you for the last two months.” She walked close to him.
“I have a fiancée whom I love very much, and I will not for a five minute pleasure jeopardize what I have with her.”
“Come on Alex. She doesn’t have to know about it.”
“I want you out of my room Bola, now.”
“What if she finds a rich guy and leaves you?”
“She would have done that ages ago if she was after money. My Thelma is not after money.”
Bola eyed him. “I hope she knows what she has in you?” She walked out of the room.
Thelma stood by the door as Bola strutted out. Alex saw her. He started to explain what had just happened. She smiled at him, walked toward him and gave him a big hug.
Her Alex was poor, but he was faithful. What else could she ask for?
