This isn't my own work of fiction...... i did a remix of it.

After reading Eva’s story, I decided to write my own piece so the world can know what some women like us go through in their marital homes. Unlike Eva’s husband who was an abusive and violent man, mine looks gentle, as if he can’t hurt a fly. But behind those looks lies a heart that’s as deadly as that of a rattle snake.
So, how did I end up with such a man, you might wonder? Please read on to find out.

I met my husband (whom I will call BJ for the sake of this story) while I was working in a bank. I was in the marketing department which was not an easy section to be as we were most times given targets running into millions of naira as deposits from customers to meet. I had gone out one day to see a prospective client, a rich businessman when I ran into BJ. He had come to visit my client, Mr Godwin and was on his way out.

My client introduced us, then said:
“Tilda, it’s a good thing you are here. You need to see BJ. He’s the kind of client you are looking for. He has a lot of money to deposit in your bank.”
“Ahh! Mr Goddy! You know I’m just struggling to come up to your level,” he said, laughing.
Mr Godwin scoffed.
“Don’t mind him. Make sure you take his contact before he goes,” he said, turning to me. I studied the guy closely. He looked in his thirties and was simply dressed in a grey T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of brown sandals on his feet. He didn’t look like someone who had money, at least, not the kind of high net-worth individuals we usually went after for deposits.
However, I still took his card, telling him I would call him later. I didn’t contact him for a while as I was busy with other clients who looked more promising. Then one day, I was in the office when I was told I had a visitor. On getting to the reception, I saw a very well dressed man, a stranger I had not seen before.
He then introduced himself and that was when it clicked.

“I’m really sorry, sir. I didn’t recognise you,” I apologised. In his well-cut suit, designer, expensive-looking shoes and other accessories, he looked really different from our first meeting. More high net-worth, I thought to myself. I was impressed and I quickly invited him to my private office, a small cubicle which I shared with a colleague, Isabel.

“I was expecting your call,” he said, gazing intently at me.
I apologised again, blaming my tardiness on pressure of work.
“You know how it is. It can get really hectic in here,” I explained.
“So, what can I do for you, sir?” I asked eagerly, praying quietly that he really had lots of money as Mr Godwin said. I really needed a rich client to meet up my target that month as my boss was on my neck to deliver. The pressure for deposits was becoming really intense and some who failed to deliver were being shown the way out like a colleague who was sacked the previous week. I didn’t want to lose my job as there was too much at stake.
He smiled, showing white, even teeth that contrasted nicely with his coffee brown skin.
“First, stop calling me sir. It makes me feel old. The name’s BJ,” he said.
“Alright. BJ,” I said, smiling a little. I didn’t care whatever he wanted me to call him as long as he had enough money to deposit.
He then invited me out, stating we could discuss business over dinner.

I accepted and that weekend, he took me to a nice Chinese restaurant in town. I had a great time. And what made the date even better was that BJ had agreed to deposit a huge sum of money with my bank. As I went back home in the taxi I had taken, I kept thanking my stars for bringing him my way.
The best thing about it was that I didn’t even have to ‘hustle’ for it. Unlike some of my other clients that I had had to do a lot of leg work, cajoling, sweet-talking and other means before they gave me their money, BJ had brought himself to me. I had underrated him because of his appearance the first time we had met, but he ended up surpassing so many of my other wealthy customers.
That night, I slept soundly for the first time in weeks, having not only met my target for that month, but even overshot it with the deposit from BJ. Besides, I had made a large amount as my commission and that gave me a lot of satisfaction.








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Written by Mrs. Eva O. Opadokun (my mom's friend) who lives in Nigeria.

Come finish the story na. Interesting intro, and den u keep ur readers hanging!

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I did not hear from BJ again for nearly a month. I was a bit disappointed because I had felt a connection with him. It wasn’t just that he was very rich (though that didn’t hurt), but he seemed a decent kind of guy. It wasn’t just me alone for he had also made a deep impression among the ladies in my office as some of them kept asking after him. That too was not surprising as most rich men always made an impression on most of my deposit-hungry colleagues!
Even Isabel was encouraging me to date him.
“Girl, don’t let that guy slip through your fingers,” she said one morning in the office while munching greedily on a doughnut.
I looked up from the computer screen on my desk where I had been working.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“For one thing, he’s loaded, a multi-millionaire. He’s good-looking too and a sharp dresser...”
“So?” I asked again, with raised brows.
“Is that all you can say? What more do you want in a guy?”
“All he did was take me out to dinner. He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend,” I pointed out.
She sighed.
“Maybe you didn’t give him the ‘green light’. Some guys need encouragement, you know,” she noted.
“Aren’t you forgetting something? Jamie,” I stated with emphasis.
He was my boyfriend of over five years and we were planning to get married. He worked in a government agency in Abuja while I was in Lagos. It wasn’t easy for us because of the distance but we kept in touch by phone and also tried to see each other as often as possible.
“I know you love Jamie. But can you trust him to remain faithful being so far away in Abuja?” she wondered.
I assured her my boyfriend loved me too much to mess around with other ladies.
“We will be getting married soon anyway and I will move over to join him,” I stated confidently.
Isabel shrugged.
“That shouldn’t stop you from keeping BJ close to you. He’s a big fish that most girls would love to hook.”
“Why don’t you ‘hook’ him yourself then?” I countered.
“I might do just that, you know. Can I have his number?” she asked, picking up her phone.
“Thief! Ole!” I said teasingly.
She laughed and said:
“Siddon there. I go snatch am from you if you no sharp o!”
I made a face at her and went back to work.
I had told Isabel I was not interested in BJ romantically, but that did not stop me from feeling excited when he called one evening after work. He said he had been out of the country on a business trip and wanted to take me out again.
I didn’t want to seem too eager so I told him I was busy but I would let him know in a few days when I would have the time.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long. I really want to see you,” he said.
I smiled to myself after the call, pleased that he had missed me.
That weekend, I went out with BJ again. This time, he took me to the cinema. After watching a movie, we attended a dinner party that was held in a swanky hotel on the Island that he had been invited to.
I felt inadequately dressed for such an event but when I told him, he said:
“You look fine. You will look pretty in anything.”
It was a nice evening and I didn’t want it to end. Later, we took drinks at the poolside of the hotel, chatting and taking some snacks.
I sipped a chapman while BJ settled for some brandy. It was a balmy night with a cool breeze blowing from the lagoon nearby. That night, BJ told me a bit of his background. An orphan, he had lost both parents in quick succession while still in high school. He was sent to live with an uncle in Ibadan while his younger sister, his only sibling stayed with their grandmother in the village.
His uncle, though not well-to-do, had insisted on sending him to the university.
“It was tough because he had his own children to train, all on his civil servant’s pay. But we managed and I was able to graduate. He said he had worked for a couple of years before deciding to go into business, specialising in the importation of industrial chemicals, equipment and recently oil and gas. He had really done well for himself and I told him so.
“Your wife must be really proud of you,” I stated.
He laughed at that.
“Wife? Do you see any ring on my finger? he enquired, showing me his fingers.
I shrugged.
“Some men hide their wedding rings, pretending to be bachelors just to hoodwink unsuspecting ladies.”
He laughed again.
“I believe men who do that are irresponsible. Why pretend to be what you are not?”
My mobile phone rang just then. It was Jamie. We spoke for a while and as I hung up, I felt a little guilty.
He thought I was at home in bed, not realising I was out on a date with a wealthy customer of our bank.
“How’s your man?” BJ asked as I took a sip of my drink.
“He’s fine,” I replied.
“He’s such a lucky guy. I envy him,” he said.
I looked at him surprised.

“Why would you do that? With all that you have going for you –good looks, money, status-you can have any woman you want. So, why would you envy Jamie?”

“Because he has something precious, something I would love to have, but is currently unavailable,” he stated, his eyes boring deeply into mine. They were mesmerising eyes that seemed to draw me into them and I found it difficult tearing my eyes away.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I said, though I knew quite well what he meant.
He gave a little smile.
“I bet you do. You should know by now that I like you. I’m not looking for a fling. I can get that from anywhere. I want something deeper, more meaningful.”
I shook my head.
“You know that’s not possible. I...”
“Yes, I know. Jamie, your fiancé. But even with that, maybe you can create a little space in your heart and life for me. Is that too much to ask?”
I thought about it a little.
“I will try,” I stated, smiling coyly at him.
“You look so sweet when you smile like that. You should be smiling more often, you know,” he said.
I laughed, feeling really relaxed and happy.
He leaned forward and taking my hands in his said:
“Tilda, I have a proposal that I want to make to you. Will you...?”


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