🔥🚗 "Spax the Uber Driver – Pale Roysambu" PART 3

Bro, that night… I wasn’t sure kama ni ndoto ama reality.

This whole “Judge wa Milimani” situation ilikuwa inachoma system yangu like premium WiFi kwa kabambe.

We got to her gated compound pale Lavington. Security ilikuwepo. The gates opened slowly like a scene from a Netflix movie.

As I parked the Harrier, Nimo unbuckled slowly, turned to me and said:

> “Spax… inside this house, I’m not a Judge. I’m a woman. Na leo, siwezi lala pekee.”

I swallowed air.

The way she said it… calm, confident, kilimani-classy.

She stepped out, heels clicking. I followed like mtu amechanganyikiwa na scent ya vanilla perfume.

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Inside, her house was insane – white leather couch, gold-accented décor, electric fireplace, lights dimmed low like romance had paid rent.

She threw her heels to the corner and walked barefoot into the kitchen.

> “Make yourself comfortable. Vodka or wine?”

“Wine,” I muttered. “Red… if you have.”

She poured it smooth like she’d done this a hundred times.

I sat on the couch, heart racing, pretending to scroll my phone but bro… nilikuwa na tension ya KCSE.

She handed me the glass, sat next to me.

Not too close. Not too far.

Just enough to feel the warmth between us.

> “You’re quiet,” she said. “Ama you fear powerful women?”

“I fear women who know what they want,” I replied. “Because they usually get it.”

> “Since you gave me the car, I’ve been saving. I haven’t touched any of the daily earnings beyond essentials. Nimeweka everything kwa account. You wanna see?”

She nodded.

I pulled out my phone,...