am enjoying this story die but @op we are going to change ur name from chistar to KING OF SUSPENSE.

great chistar...im loving dis

Nice piece ''He laughed this time, "I'm not o, I'm a serial killer though," he joked.
"What prompts you to kill?" I asked. Serial killers usually killed people in a very strict pattern.
"I usually go for pretty girls who drink alone at lounges," he grinned. '' Keep it coming

wetin be this now..no more updates?

-32-

FUNMI

First morning at home for over two months and mum had left me with a long list of chores to do. This was one of the reasons coming home never really sound exciting to me.

As expected, Ayo had made up her mind not to help me so I had to spend all morning washing dishes and bathing the dogs, I don't even know who sent them to buy dogs, three bloody puppies for that matter! What were they freaking thinking?

By the time I was done, she had bathed and dressed up so she started trying to make me prepare faster so we could go and hook up with Tunji.

Tunji was basically poison to Ayo. He was her first true love and was the one who taught Ayo all the bad things she now happened to be a professional at. I used to preach against him when they first started but Ayo had a way of letting me talk but never listen so over the years I got tired and finally started making attempts to accept him as he was always trying to be nice to me.

Although they were mostly far away from each other and had clearly went on to date other people, they never officially broke up so they always continued from where they stopped whenever time and space gave them the opportunity to.

Due to her nagging, I was forced to use barely twenty minutes to bath, pick an outfit and make up. If you are female, you will understand that I literally just performed a miracle.

We both stormed out of the house looking like super models shortly afterwards.

Due to the fact that Tunji's house was in the neighbourhood, we got to his place minutes later.

He was what we Nigerians called a G- Boy. He lived all alone in a rented three bedroom apartment and each time anybody asked him why he chose not to live in a smaller apartment and saved costs he laughed and answered, "what's the point of having money if you can't spend it?"

The house was pimped to the teeth. All the rooms had air conditioners and television sets, as well as the kitchen. He made sure he pasted the most expensive wallpaper he could get all around the house and for reasons I could not understand, he had three laptops. He was clearly rich, maybe that's why Ayo could not leave him.

"Baby!" He exclaimed at Ayo as he opened the door for us to enter. He wore a black top and a camouflage combat short.

"Sugar pie!" She replied and threw herself at him in a warm hug.

"I've missed you so much," he said as he stared deeply into her eyes, I actually believed he meant every word.

"Same here love," Ayo replied.

"Funmi, abeg is it my eyes or is she looking hotter than before?" He turned to ask me.

"This one? Hotter? Tah!" I teased.

"Jealousy!" Ayo exclaimed in a rush and we all bursted out in laughter.

"I hope you still do White?" He asked Ayo.

"Sure na, do you have some?" She asked excitedly.

"I don't but let me arrange for some," he said and made a phone call quickly. "I'll need to go and meet my dealer at the junction, you guys should help yourself with whatever you like in the freezer," he said and made to leave.

"Let's come with you," Ayo said and before he could object we had joined him at the door.

Once we were out, we headed for the junction where his dealer was already waiting.

Unlike what I had I mind about how dealers should look like, this particular dealer wore a light blue corporate shirt and tucked it in a dark blue pant trousers to match. I was impressed.

They exchanged pleasantries and he handed over a pack of cigarette to Tunji which he quickly kept in his pocket. I really doubted Tunji would go through all this stress just to buy cigarettes so I assumed something else was in the pack.

The shakes hands and we turned to go back to Tunji's house and just when we were arms length from his house two SARS men popped out from behind a truck parked by the side of the road. It was like they were hiding and waiting for us to come back. One was dark in complexion and the other was fair.

"Are you Tunji Adeleke?" They asked referring to Tunji.

"No officer," he smartly denied.

They laughed, "E be like say you think say we dey play here abi?" The dark one asked.

"No officer, I'm not Tunji Adeleke," He held on to his lie.

"So you no wan corporate abi?" The light skinned one asked. "Aburo, handcuff him!" He ordered.

The dark one quickly brought out his handcuffs and was about to hold Tunji but he was jabbed in one swift movement and Tunji took off in a flash.

Ayo stared at me with her mouth wide opened. The stare on her face asked the question, "what the hell is happening?"

***

HENRY

This Amaka girl was becoming a huge pain in the ass. Having sent Skinny to deal with her, you will think she might have been properly taken cared of but that was not to be the case.

"Make I open the door for the girl ?" Maxwell asked me as he stood right at the from of the door.

I considered telling him not to so as to avoid her unnecessary problems that always came with her but curiosity got the better part of me, I needed to know why she was at my place by such ungodly hour.

Maxwell opened the door.

Something rather unexpected happened next. She stormed into the house, pushing Maxwell out of the way in the process and then walked towards me in a rush as I stood at balcony entrance.

"What are you doi..." I wanted to ask but was cut short by a resounding slap which landed on my left cheek. It immediately went red.

Now, I have a no-beating-females rule but at that moment that rule was suspended and in anger I was about to pounce on the girl when Maxwell dived at my front an held me back.

"Henry! Calm down! Focus!" He yelled at me as I glared at Amaka through red eyes. If my eyes had bullets, she would have been shot dead on the spot.

I was not going to be stopped so easily as I tried to break free from his grip but he was a lot stronger than I had expected and succeeded in keeping at bay. Lord knows that I would have killed Amaka or at the very least broken a few bones if Maxwell had not been there to hold me back.

"What was that for?" He asked her as he had noticed I was back to normal and was not trying to break free from his grip. He released me.

"You told me I should not worry, that you had everything was under control," she screamed at me.

"What is she talking about?" Maxwell asked as he turned to me.

I had an idea of what she was talking about and was pretty sure I did not want Maxwell to know just yet.

"Come to the balcony, lets talk," I said to her as I made way for her to pass.

"We have nothing to talk about, I'm not keeping it a secret anymore," she yelled and turned to Maxwell who was looking extremely perplexed, "Your friend is a heartless murderer! He and his touts killed Agbaya!" She said before I could stop her.

I watched as Maxwell face turned white instantly. He looked at me keenly for some seconds which felt like hours. It was as if he was trying to see through me to confirm the accusation.

I chuckled feebly, "Don't mind this stupid girl jhur, can't you see she's drunk?" I tried to deny.

"Guy don't bullshit me!" He thundered, "is she saying the truth?" He asked ne in a lower tone.

I could have still denied and I really wanted to but I knew I could trust Maxwell so I nodded and lowered my head I response.

He was quiet for a short while, staring at me all through and then he exclaimed "What the Bleep man!"

He walked to the balcony, picked up my half smoked joint and lit it.

Both I and Amaka stared at him in silence, not quite sure what to say or do next. Maxwell was always the really calculative one.

"So Amaka, how come you know this?" He finally asked, breaking the ear deafening silence in the process.

Amaka stared at me as if asking for my permission to spill but I just looked away, I still felt the urge to strangle her and looking af her face only ignited the urge.

She walked passed me and joined Maxwell at the balcony then she went on to give him an update of all that had transpired from when Agbaya asked her to come to his office to when she witnessed his murder.

I joined them at the balcony, sat down and started rolling another joint quietly.

"So what's all this sudden drama about this night?" He asked when she was done with her story telling.

"I was approached by a secret service agent this night," she said.

I flinched as I heard this. "What did he want?" I asked.

"He wants me to help identify the murderers." She said calmly.

"I don't understand, how did he know to look for you?" I asked.

"Well, shouldn't I be asking you that? You said you had taken care of all the witnesses!"

"I did!" I confirmed.

"What exactly did he say?" Maxwell asked.

"Well, he doesn't have his facts straight yet. All he really knows is Agbaya was hitting on me against my will and I was at the hotel the night he was murdered," she replied.

A brief silence followed as both I and Maxwell thought about what Amaka had just said.

"What did you tell him?"

"I accepted that the man was hitting on me but denied any knowledge of his murder, but I'm not sure he believed me because he said he would get to the bottom of the case and vowed to make sure I was punished if it turns out I was lying," she said and kept quiet afterwards.

"Madam stop this your half half story and tell us what happened next!" I yelled. She knew we needed to get all the detail and i hated that she kept make us ask for more.

"Well, he dropped me at school junction and drove of. I had to board a cab here just to slap you!" She replied. I clenched my fist in an attempt to hold myself back from rushing her on the spot.

"Where did he even see you to have such conversation with you?" Maxwell asked.

"He picked me up at a lounge just this night and we spoke in his car."

"Mumu! So you decided to go an flex in such public place knowing fully well all was not well?" I asked.

"The tout you sent to my place assured me I have nothing to fear," she replied, "and besides I needed to clear my head."

"You fool! So you could not clear your head else where?" I asked.

"Henry, relax," Maxwell instructed calmly. "Its like you don't understand the gravity of this situation? You both can go to jail if we don't play our cards right," he added maintaining his calm attitude.

I was surprised at how calmly he was handling the situation but was really glad.

"Please o, I'm not the one that killed Agbaya, when I told Henry about the issue, I did not know he was a cold-blooded killer," Amaka wailed as she sat on the floor crying. She panicked far too much if you asked me.

"Are you sure you've told us everything that happened?" Maxwell asked Amaka.

"Yes," she replied in between tears.

Maxwell took a long drag from his blunt and leaned back on his chair, "I know what we should do," he said.

TO BE CONTINUED

PS: Sorry this is coming late, network did not want me to be great but God pass them so kindly read and drop your thoughts afterward.

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Maxwell my homie, always keeping his cool.

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I like DAT guy call maxw ell....

So tunji just ran away and left his sugar pie? hahahahahahahahahaha this niggas have no joy

bros ur very gud in dis, bin readin silently ever since u came back to complete d story .God bless ur hustle for kippin us entertained eit d suspense n all

MzChistar:
So tunji just ran away and left his sugar pie? hahahahahahahahahaha this niggas have no joy

man gat to save his ass first men

they both have legs

Til 2moro i guess? More ink 2 ur Pen bro.

arrrh boss u go kill pesin wt suspense oo...nice one bro more updates plz

MzChistar:
So tunji just ran away and left his sugar pie? hahahahahahahahahaha this niggas have no joy

sugar pie ke?@dat vry moment na safety sure pass oo dia afta he can talk abt d sugar pie oo

MzChistar:
So tunji just ran away and left his sugar pie? hahahahahahahahahaha this niggas have no joy

suger pie ke... lolzzzzzz if i hear

watching in 3D as this wonderful, piece of literature gets to climax. dude you're the best

wow nice piece,keep it up..more graphite to your pencil

Choi!! Everywhere gud, everywhere mara nma.. Chistar thank God u stil have us in mind, i swear na every week i dey refresh ur page.. To all those men sayin trash 'bout dis MAN not completing dis story, make una Focus

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-33A-

AMAKA

The plan was simple. I was to lay low for as long as I could, don’t attract any unnecessary attention to myself and if I’m contacted by anybody again, specifically the secret service agent, I am to inform Maxwell right away, apparently he would know what to do and give orders on the next step of action.

I wanted to go home after I had calmed down a notch but Maxwell had given me enough reasons as to why it was best I slept at his place and not go to mine.

This was actually the first time I had been inside his room. We dated for a while in the past, thinking about it now, I’m not sure if I can actually call that dating. We just had a relationship where we went out to fun places and we always retired to my house, mostly attributed to the fact I lived alone and he simply did not.

“You can have the bed,” he offered.

“For wetin na?” Henry questioned.

“Guy, na our visitor. Let’s act like gentlemen,” he said.

“Oga forget that thing! My back dey pain me so I no go fit crash for ground,” he said.

“You don forget say one small bed dey for inside wardrobe?” he asked, “You go use that one.”

Henry accepted defeat and went on to bring out the small bed which was rolled up in the wardrobe. He spread it down at the feet of the big bed and then went on to lay it with a bedsheet he got from the wardrobe. He snatched one of the pillows from the big bed and threw it on the small one before falling like a log of wood on it.

As I laid on the big bed, Maxwell retired back to the balcony and sat on the chair there. I watched him as he expertly rolled up a joint and lit it.

“I never knew you smoked?” I said as I joined in in the balcony. I could not sleep.

“I only smoke when I need to,” he replied. “And I think you can use a drag right now as well, do you care for?” He stretched the joint towards me.

“Nah, I don’t smoke,” I said and sat on the paint bucket that was there. “But I drink though,” I picked up the half-filled bottle of vodka and poured a bit into a cup.

He watched me take a sip before speaking again, “You realize this is the first time you’re stepping your foot in my house, yeah?”

Apparently he too had noticed even though it was never an issue.

“I guess so. Your place is nicer than mine, I wonder why we did not come her more often?” I asked taking another sip in the process.

“Dhurr!” he dragged, “Henry is always around na and we are not exactly porn stars,” he giggled as he spoke.

I understood what he meant. All we basically did was go to fun places together and f-ck.

“It’s only you that know what you are talking about,” I joked.

“I am not going to argue because I know you know better,” he replied and I laughed. “Those were good days?” he added.

There was a long silence after he said this. I flashed back to the so many moments we had spent together and how happy I was. Memories of laughter, peace and of course great sex crossed my mind.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Sure, shoot,” he replied.

“What happened to us? Why did we cut of contact?” I whispered. I only just realized how much I had missed Maxwell. I finally saw reasons why Mary-Anne could not get him out of her head, he was the perfect guy.

He took two quick drags in quick succession and I watched as the smoke from the edge of the joint flowed freely to the sky and dispersed.

“I don’t know really, I guess we both had a lot on our plates,” he said.

Fair enough answer, I sure as hell had my plate filled to a point I really needed to offload it or get a bigger plate.

He waited for a response from me but got none so he went to take a long drag from the joint which was almost finished. The joint was so tiny he burnt his fingers in the process, he had to flap the blunt in reflex action as it had stuck to his thumb and as it fell to the ground he stepped on it to make sure it was quenched. He stood up from the chair immediately and stretched his arms upward, a yawn was released in the process. He wore no shirt so his abs all protruded in my face, I found that very hot.

”I need to crash, I have been trying to sleep all day but something keep on coming up,” he complained as he walked into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I need to crash as well,” I said and followed him into the room.

He brought out a wrapper from the wardrobe and threw it at me. He then brought out a blanket which he wanted to spread on the floor but I looked at the bed and saw it was too big for me, besides I longed for how I trembled whenever I felt his breath hit my neck just before he kissed me.

“Come and join me on the bed, its big enough to accommodate us,” I said.

“Don’t worry about me dear, enjoy yourself, it’s all yours for the night,” he replied.

“Don’t be ridiculous, do you want me to die of cold?” I asked.

He thought about it, “not at all, if you insist.”

“I insist,” I replied.

He turned around and climbed on the bed. I joined him on it but backed him.

“Good night babe,” I said as I threw the wrapper over my legs.

There was a brief silence but then he rolled closer to me and placed his hands around me. I shivered at his touch.

“Good night Sarah,” he whispered in my ears. I was surprised he knew my English name, I was sure I never told him. I wanted to ask but that might have spoilt the moment so I kept it to myself.

“Sleep tight,” I said but deep within me I was sure we were definitely not going to sleep sh-t.

TO BE CONTINUED

PS: You should know the drill by now. This is just the first part of chapter 33, the complete chapter is already on my blog so click on the link on my signature to read now.

PEACe

Chistar its not fair ohhhh
Its not just fair sha

Amaka is d kind of girl i need

That amaka shld better go and find somewhere to stay Maxwell is for funmi and funmi alone.

“Sleep tight,” I said but deep within me I was sure we were definitely not going to sleep sh-t nice one

KimBerlyie:
That amaka shld better go and find somewhere to stay Maxwell is for funmi and funmi alone.

once a hoe_ always a hoe_ but shes still my favourite character.

why chasing amaka away na .. as far as concerned funmi too is a bad girl

#TeamHenry

MARY-ANNE

Morning came in flash. I recalled getting home from the lounge and passing out almost immediately but by the time I opened my eyes to go an ease myself it was already morning.

I thought about going back to bed and actually attempted it but the sun rays which my light curtain had failed to block kept on hitting my eyes till I was forced to give up the fight.

I did my chores and quickly showered then I realised I had nothing important to do since school was on an indefinite strike therefore, my lectures for the day and till further notice were cancelled.

It is times like this that I hated the fact that I had zero friends.

I am a fan of literature and prose is my preferred genre but I read basically everything I can get my hands on though.

The internet however made reading a lot more easier as thousands of books and stories are published online on a daily basis and since I happened to be in need of something to keep myself busy, I decided to go online in other to check if my favourite writer, one Chistar guy like that, had posted a new chapter of his ongoing series on his blog and I was glad when I saw that he had. The guy is talented, I'll give him that much but he is lazy and as a result of that had not achieved half of what he was capable of. He probably does not understand that the key to success is consistency.

He always had a way of filling each chapter with suspense and this chapter was clearly no exception as I held my breath while I read through but just when I was about to reach the climax of this particular chapter, my phone first started vibrating, then an unknown number popped up on my screen before I heard my ringtone. I silently cussed whoever the caller was before I reluctantly picked the call.

"Hello," I said, I was sure the caller could hear the disappointment in my tone.

"Hi, please who am I speaking to?" I heard the caller say from the other end of the call.

I hung up immediately at this point. I hate when people do this thing. How can you call someone and ask who the person is like you just typed a random number on their keypad and dialed it.

Having hung up, I turned my attention back to the story and was going through, trying to find the exact place I had stopped when another call made my phone to start ringing again. It was the same number.

"Who is this na?" I asked once I picked the call. I made a mental promise to hang up and block the number if the person did not speak up at once.

"It's Ebuka," the caller replied.

"Ebuka from where?" I asked, the name rang a bell but I was experiencing one of those annoying moments when you know an information is in your head but you just can't assess it for reasons no one really understand.

"Haba! You've forgotten me already again?" The caller complained. "The guy you gave your number to last night," he explained.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry," I apologised as vague memories of yesterday's event flashed through my mind. This was the second time in a roll that I had forgotten who this guy was.

"It's cool," he replied calmly, "so good morning, I hope I'm not calling too early or disturbing your beauty sleep considering last night et all?

"No o, not at all. What's up with you?" I asked.

"I'm great. So I was thinking that maybe we should hook up today, how does that sound?"

I couldn't have had it any other way, I was frankly looking for something to do with my life, "that sounds fine to me," I replied.

"Okay then, I guess you haven't eaten this morning right?" He asked.

That was when it occurred to me that I hadn't even thought about food, "No I haven't," I replied.

"Okay then, meet me at Sizzlers in twenty minutes. Come with your appetite." He said and hung up right away.

Before I moved an inch, I made sure I finished the chapter I was reading and as usual I was left in a loop, I understood that Chistar was just doing his job by making sure any reader who had a taste of his story would want more but I still hated the fact that I could not satisfy my curiosity once and for all. Who knows when he will post a new chapter?

It was just an eatery we were going to so I figured dressing casual would be appropriate but at the same time I had to look sexy enough for Ebuka to want to have a taste of my not-so-hot body.

To this effect, I threw a tight poker dots patterned skirt and a black top that showed just the right amount of cleavages.

In my attempt to be fashionably late, I got to the eatery about fifty minutes later.

A quick glance round the eatery and I sighted Ebuka sitting all alone at a table close to the northern wing of the counter. Unless you were looking for him, one might not have easily seen him from where I stood. Thankfully, I was looking for him.

I smiled, adjusted my top so as to find the balance between under exposure and over exposure before I cat walked towards his table.

His lips curved into a wide grin as he raised his head and saw me just as I got to his table.

"Oh my goodness!" He exclaimed.

I was shocked. "What happened?"

"How did you get this beautiful overnight?" He asked grinning sheepishly.

I sighed and sat with a frown.

"Got ya!" He chuckled.

"It's not funny," I replied and folded my arms for effect.

"Don't tell me you're being serious here?" He asked.

"I am, in fact I'm leaving," I replied and stood up to leave and for a few seconds I could feel his eyes on my ass before I felt his palms grab my hand.

"Where do you think you are going," he asked, "I'm sorry, I was only joking," he pleaded.

I turned to face him and it was then he saw my grin, "Got ya too!" I replied and laughed.

His lips curved into a smile, "Nice one, the scores is one-one, game on," he said an ushered me back to the table.

The waiter came just about then.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked me.

"I need something light, you guys have meat pie, right?" I asked the waiter.

"Sure," the rather handsome guy with an apron replied.

"Alright, I'll have that and a bottle of coke," I ordered.

"I'll have the same thing," Ebuka said and watched as the waiter left to get the meal.

"I like a lady who drinks Coke," he said to me.

I smiled, "I like a guy who likes a lady that drink Coke."

He chuckled. "I have something I want to discuss with you," he said.

"What's that?" I asked with renewed interest.

"Don't worry, let’s eat first," he said.

I kept quiet in response. But I thought something was off.

The meal was devoured in a rush as we both ate in silence, safe from the one time he saw a new video from an underground artiste, Post Malone, show on the TV screen and asked if I knew the artiste. I replied in the affirmative.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked once the waiter cleared the table.

"Are you always this anxious?" He asked with a warm smile.

"Yes, I am," I indifferently replied.

"Anyway, my friend is going to help me out here," he said.

"Which friend?" I asked as we clearly had no company.

"That would be me," I heard a voice say behind me, I quickly turned to see who had said it.

Behold! It was the same bald guy that had picked up Amaka from the club and I also thought I saw driving the Range Rover Autobiography which Ebuka entered last night.

"Ebuka, what's going on here?" I asked sternly.

TO BE CONTINUED

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