His Little Black Book (Chapter One)

His Little Black Book (Chapter One)


Every unmarried man who loves women has a little black book where he keeps a catalog of the females he has had and desires to have. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not really a book-book; it’s just a repertoire of doable daughters of Eve. Could be stored in his head or his phone as just contacts or his Facebook friends but never a book. If you meet a guy with a literal black book, run! He’s a manwhore!

In the case of my boss, I am his little black book but he has no idea. I never really wanted to be a personal assistant to a hotel mogul; it just sort of happened as I sat down lost amongst a throng of sexy girls viable for the position in his secretary’s office. I had come for the systems analyst job because computers are my thing.  Physically, I geeky-looking and very, very uninviting but he picked me. I tried to explain that I wasn’t there for the position he was offering me and he said he didn’t really need a personal assistant, that he just wanted somebody he wouldn’t jump right into bed with. I cried all night but I took the job the next day and came in fully clad in my Ugly Betty attire (without the excessive colors). The salary was extremely attractive, though.

That was four years ago. And I am still there. And I have seen women come and go and I am still there, untouched, unwanted, unseen by him… That’s not the point. You see, my boss can get any woman he wants with absolutely no commitment and keep her on all fours, literally crawling for more. I’m not mincing words if I call him a legendary ladies’ man. There are only a few who can do what he does and come out unscathed with no screaming baby tagging along and a nagging baby mama with unending drama.

I will share some of his stories and guys, you could learn a thing or two about this brother (name withheld) who is real and not a fiction of my imagination.


Bad to the Bone

No matter the age, occupation, orientation or status, every woman loves a bad boy. If not all the time, at least once in her life. Why? Do I need to be redundant and tell you nice guys finish last? Obviously they’re tedious. They always ask women how they are feeling, if they want to talk about it, where they would want to have dinner, blah blah blah. yawn. A woman would rather have you say ‘I know you’re still feeling balmy after last night. Shhh, don’t talk about it right now, wait till after dinner at my place tonight. By the way, you’re cooking.’ I remember those lines word for word because I overheard my boss saying them to the guest executive chef who had been invited to train the kitchen staff for two weeks. When she first began working, no one knew she was female underneath the double-breasted, baggy white jacket she always had on. Even her hair was hidden beneath the long hat thingy and there was a debate over if she was bald or cone head. By day, she was a regular boa constrictor in the kitchen; at night, she was a lonely bat like me. No one knew this, well, except for the only bad boy we had in the building.

The first time he spoke to her was after a staff meeting. She had come in late and squeezed herself into a hidden corner but he had picked her out. The moment he looked at her, I saw something familiar in his eyes and I knew he was going to be hitting that in less than forty-eight hours. No, scratch that and make it thirty-six. Sporting all black on that hot Monday morning indicated he was either really, really pissed or in the mood for mystery. Mystery it was and the moment the meeting ended, the games began.

He asked me when I walked into his office, “Anna, do you think I should start seeing someone again? I’m trying to remove the dating fatwa I put over myself for the past four months. I need a woman that is down to earth, easy going and very crazy in the sack. Know anyone like that?”

She’s standing before you.

“Why are you asking me that type of question, sir? Am I a lesbian?”

He looked at me from top to bottom and said seriously, “excuse my language but you do have a vagina, don’t you?”

“Sir, that chef woman has been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes.”

“Oh! I forgot!”

That was a lie.

He got up and followed me out to the waiting room, apologized to her for keeping her waiting and with all the charm of a gentleman, asked if she could teach him to prepare a light but exotic meal that he could use to win a woman’s heart. Her full lips spread into a smile and she was hooked.

That night, as I doubled as kitchen assistant, I watched him shamelessly creep into her without her even noticing it. He turned the humor on and had her ROTFL like they were old friends. I caught the occasional casual hand on his thigh each time she wanted to emphasize a point and the manner in which her voice husked into bedroom tones each time she resumed tutoring as if food was supposed to be sexual. The chemistry was way over the roof and I felt they were going to do it right on the kitchen counter once I walked out but halfway, with no prior warning, he apologized and told her he had to run. When he left, she asked me if he was coming back and I shook my head. My guess was he was up in his suite watching football. I informed her I was also leaving and she asked where she could find him so she could send the food up to him afterward. I told her. Two hours later, 12 am exactly, while doing my random strolling thing around the hotel, I spotted her pushing a trolley into the elevator, heading for the penthouse. Ten minutes after that, she returned. He was not in, she told me but I knew he was rolled up in his bed, snoring away.

Deliberately, he made himself scarce the next day and after work when she finally caught up with him in the elevator at about 7 pm, he apologized with an unexpected kiss. Of course, I was there and I waited to see if she would slap him or kiss him back. She did the latter and that did it for me. I got off on the third floor which was totally not my floor but I couldn’t stand watching him kiss someone else. I don’t have the full details of what happened after that but the next day, she came to work wearing a dress and a very annoying smile on her face. Hmmm…Ada is definitely a girl. And a very sexy one at that. At least, someone proved she had a vagina.

That night, in front of her – and me as the kitchen assistant again, he prepared the exact meal she had taught him and though it tasted terrible at the end, she was laughing and all over him. They didn’t notice when I slipped away. I got into my room and added Doreen (not her real name) to the list. He got this one through mystery, by doing the unpredictable and with good old humor that I wasn’t finding funny. I switched on my laptop and his picture came up on my screen. 253 days more to go. It was a long wait for me but nothing would stop me from getting my bad boy. I would have him by hook or by crook.



This story is brought to you by manswersonline and moskedablog


40 thoughts on “His Little Black Book (Chapter One)” by Sally Kenneth Dadzie (@Sally-Kenneth-Dadzie)

  1. You don’t have to look for your bad boy, they are generally heart breaker. They leave ladies worse off. You can turn your good boy to your own personal bad boy.

  2. @manueladesola, true. But I hope you know he’ll no longer belong to you alone.

    Very interesting read @moskeda. I’ll like to read more.

    1. very true. once dey cross d line, dey r so gone

  3. Hehehe….Sal, I remember some lines of this piece…When are you gonna get Tyrone here?…
    Nice one Jare…
    All dem bad boys,
    bad to de bone.
    They say, say
    pretty girls
    no wan leave dem alone…hehehe…
    And like most people who would read this, i would ask for more…Call me Oliviera twist…$ß.

    1. oliviera, tnx for ur comments. more will come. as 4 that bad boy at manswers who inspired this writeup, i will drag him to NS kicking and screaming, tho he’ll tell u he’s not a writer

  4. “Every unmarried man who loves women has a little black book where he keeps a catalog of the females he has had and desires to have”

    Really? Guess you know ‘every unmarried man’.

    @Afronuts Afrokraze Afrokolo…where’s your black book?

    I sure say @kaycee go get several sef…

    Me – na Purple Book I get.

    Wanna know the contents?

    “Do I need to be redundant and tell you nice guys finish last?”

    Yeah – that’s usually because they’re running a totally different race. Upgrade your ‘cliches’ jo!

    Don’t mind me. I enjoyed it.
    More wouldn’t hurt.

    1. @Seun-Odukoya, i wont mind knowing d contents or ur purple book o! sounds like d book has stayed so long with u n its loaded dat d black has now turned to purple.

      1. @moskeda

        Trust me. It’s always been purple.

        Been in a lot of black books; from teachers’ to principals’ to mothers’ to lecturers’ to husbands’ to ladies’ to…but never had one myself. No time.

        Now. About the contents…

        Let’s just say you will be shocked.

    2. @Seun-Odukoya
      lol…You dey ask for my black book or black books?

      1. @Afronuts

        Ahah! It has to be ‘books’!

        Oya share jo!

        1. I don’t have any stupid black or purple book.
          I have a 500 gigabyte hard disc.
          Filled with pictures.

          1. @kaycee

            What kind of pictures? Porn?

        2. @Seun-Odukoya

          Sure I once had one, I burnt after I ‘came’ to my senses…lol!

  5. @moskeda

    You sure this is fiction…reads like reality.

    And you do it nicely.

    Just be careful with your generalisations…with changing times many of them don’t hold that true.

    ‘…he just wanted somebody he wouldn’t jump right into bed with. I cried all night but I took the job the next day…’
    – So…is it that she’s wishes he could jump in bed with her despite the fact that she wanted a different job that wouldn’t require that?

    just wondering

    1. Thanks for ur comments. About generalisation, u might b right on dat one but I’m not far from d truth. Before a guy thinks of one, he’s worked with a list. Before he comes round to making a list, he’s thought of one n it just wasn’t worth it. D male is wired to ‘browse among d lilies’.
      Den about d crying n d bed, shit happens. I like it…I like it not

      1. @moskeda

        LOL! @ ‘browse among d lilies’.

        You are one mischievous lassie

        1. not my words. songs of solomon “my lover is mine and i am his; he browses among the lilies

    2. Abiona Alli (@abionaalli)

      I think she cried because she felt bad that the boss saw her as the least attractive woman of the lot, so unattractive to him that he wasn’t interested in jumping into bed with her.

  6. Hmmm…me I like this tori well well O. The writer sabi.

  7. The story is very refreshing.
    If @moskeda is female, she is about to join my hard disc.

    1. @kaycee

      Na wah oh…..wetin you wan use? Love jazz?

    2. hmmmm….like u cant see the gravatar

  8. OMG! @moskeda! You gat talent gurl!

    This is brilliant! I loved the flow, descriptions…nothing do you joor.

    Another Editor’s Pick or People’s Choice!

    Abegi no let us wait too long for next installment o.

    1. Thank u, Atumercy. the next one will come soon.

  9. @moskeda

    You need to fill us in on the 411 behind this story…how you came about it…what occurrence or situation inspired it…

    Gist us about it on the story’s trivia forum:

  10. No b small tin o. This story too set. I could just shut my eyes and picture everytin.
    Oliver Twist wants some more.

    1. @lactoo Oliver, you will definitely get some more! Thanks

  11. This story took me to the moon and brought me back… keep it up

    1. @elovepoetry I’m glad ur back from d moon. Lol! Thanks

  12. I love the narrative voice! Very cheeky lady and she’s in love with her bad boy boss too, LOL…

    A few wipes here and there and you’ll have this well polished. In the meantime, when is the next chapter?

    1. Thanks Myne. The next will be out soon

  13. @myne, more like in lust! lol..

    @dadzie, another wicked one. Did you say single men and black books? well….
    @Kacey, on the money buddy, vision so beats everything else!

    Counting days with you girlie, though I wonder what you have cooked up to make him wanna bed you anytime soon. Geek sexy is so in ,so there!

  14. Na lie jor, my own na white and I intend to have a black one when I’m married…

    As for the piece, it was juicy and well written. Hit it on.

  15. @francis i’m sorry for your wife. thanks for the comments

    @dotta, me sef i cant wait to see wat happens next

  16. Very well-written, very readable and very enjoyable, @moskeda.

    I liked the ‘style’ that the MC’s boss used to romance the woman out of the chef.

    I also like the narrative style of the MC.

    Well done.

  17. good write up, fortunately though i have no black or purple book lol

  18. Nice story. I enjoyed reading it. Keep them coming.

  19. Abiona Alli (@abionaalli)

    Great starting episode!

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