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|SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 8:08am On Jan 03|
So I have been posting a story titled 'SECRET BETRAYAL' on nairaland romance forum... I feel I should also share it here in literature forum. It's no doubt a very interesting story for adult minds. Read the story here
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|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 8:32am On Jan 04|
I will continue here with episode 5, you can get the previous episode by clicking above.
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 8:44am On Jan 04|
I started chatting with Collins, even though he didn’t know I was the one. I took it step by step. We graduated into calling each other. I never saved his phone number for fear of getting caught by Vera. Yet, Collins haven‟t yet started calling Vera nor picking her calls. She had to move on.
The heartbreak was so much for her. It affected her relationship with other people, her posts on Facebook, and so on. But why do I care? It‟s my turn to play my card well.
Months later, Desmond was still asking Vera out. She decided to give him a chance, just to pass time with him. She was not planning to have any serious relationship with him. She told him about Collins and how everything affected her. He promised to be her best friend and someone she can always count on and that‟s how my friend got her groove back gradually. Though Desmond was not so buoyant financially, yet he takes care of her so well. Nevertheless, my friend still calls Collins who‟s still yet to pick her calls.
At some point, I asked Collins if he has a girlfriend, he said yes but that they were not in talking terms, that he wants to teach her a lesson. I would talk on phone with Collins for long. I knew I made him happy.
Vera noticed my phone have been busy lately. She wanted to know who my new boyfriend is. But of course, how will I tell her it‟s Collins. I definitely can‟t. I had to fake a story of how I met some guy like that. And she believed me but still wanted my boyfriend to come so she would get to know him too.
Months later, Collins started talking about coming to see me, but I objected. Instead, I opted to travel to lag to see him. He seemed happy about the suggestion. I had to lie to Vera that I was going to see my parents so as to take away any kind of suspicion. Collins paid for my flight ticket to Lagos and I traveled to lag to see him. He picked me up from the airport.
On seeing me, he thought it was a coincidence, but I approached with confidence.
“Aaahaaa! Are you not Fifi?” He asked looking surprised. I smiled lightly and gave him a hug. He stood, still confused. “What are you doing in lag na?” He questioned.
“I came to see you.” I replied.
“Hahahahah, you must be joking right? He laughed hard.
“So, who do you think you came to pick up here?” I was already not liking him. “I ain’t joking na.” I said seriously.
Collins reached for his phone inside his pocket and dialed my number, and my phone rang in front of him. He nearly could not believe his ears until he put the phone‟s speaker close to his ears to confirm it is the right phone. He was not happy with the fact that I played him. He helped with my small box and we headed for his car.
He said nothing on our way to wherever he‟s taking me, so I apologized to him. I told him that if he had known it was me he wouldn’t have chatted with me, and that he would have thought I was on a mission to settle the fight between him and Vera.
“So, you‟re not on a peace mission right?” He asked gently.
I just nodded my head with a smile, and changed the topic…
To be continued…
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 8:49am On Jan 04|
After a long silent drive, I broke the silence with a tenuous giggle that provoked a twisted smile on Collins face.
“So, how have you been?” I asked.
“Very well, dear.” He replied sweetly.
We talked about so many things and laughed about them.
“Ehm, I don‟t have anything at home, so we‟ll have to stop by a fast food restaurant and get something you could eat.” He said after awhile.
“Fast food?” I carried a bad look. “No o, I react to foods I didn’t cook by myself.” I said with the same awful look.
“Huh?” He looked at me.
“Yea, yea, that‟s me.” I said confidently. “I hardly eat outside.” I moved my head from looking at his face.
“Wow!” Collins looked at me amazed, but still driving.
“It‟s no big deal o, that‟s how I live.” I smiled.
His house is such a big house with a wide and spacious compound. Collins loves Dogs; there were about 3 Rottweilers in the compound.
“OMG! I hate dogs!” I screamed as I stepped out of his car.
“Hahaha, you’ve got to like dogs o. They are man‟s only friend you know?” He reassured.
“No o, not these types that look like Lions na.” I got back into a the car. “I‟m not coming out from this car until these dogs are chained.” I said stubbornly.
Collins laughed, played a little with the dogs and put them back into their respective cages. I then came out of the car. His security guy has already taken my things inside the sitting room.
“Wow! You have a very nice place.” I said as I looked round the sitting room in just a few seconds. I fell in love with his place. It was so nice.
Collins sitting room has a solid oak back floor, white walls with white curtains. He has photos of the family in a black frame and a white chandelier type of light. A large Sofa with a Zebra pattern, and in one corner is a huge plasma TV and in the other corner is a quadrant shaped aquarium.
“You‟re welcome to my humble abode.” Collins said from behind me. He walked past me, and proceeded in showing me the visitor‟s room... continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:01am On Jan 05|
After unpacking my things, I sat on the large bed and took in a deep breathe. I was going to take my time and act meticulously, even in my dressing. At this thought I sprang from the bed and went to work. I selected the preferred outfit for this stroll. A pink bum short and a white loose t-shirt that dangled just a little above my waist, and a pink lipstick to compliment it. Thank goodness for the mirror at the far end of the room, just by the dressing table, it boosted my confidence. I turned my back to the mirror and pushed my bum up, I slapped it gently in appreciation. Ooops! Killer instincts. Ready for action. Today na today.
I hesitated at the door with a hand on the knob before turning it gently. I eased myself into the sitting room and found him watching Zee World. He had heard me enter the sitting room so he muttered something and impatiently and grumpily picked up the remote controller and switched off the TV – I still can‟t fathom where men‟s detestation for Zee World is rooted.
“You surprise me.” he started, without even looking at me. “You didn’t take too much time unlike all the other women I’ve…” He paused at his turn to look at me standing with my t-shirt knotted just above my belly button and the sleeves rolled up a bit. He was confused as to what to say next. That‟s just what I‟d hoped for. I giggled and shifted from side to side swaying my firm bum as his eyes ravaged me almost palpably.
“You‟re staring…” I hated pulling him out of his trance, but it seemed cool anyway.
“Oh… Sorry…” He stammered. “You look gorgeous. I really can‟t find the perfect word.” He was finally able to find his voice.
“Hey, please stop” I smiled from cheek to cheek. “Shall we?” I indicated in the direction of the door exit.
“Yeah. Ladies first.” He angled his head in a gentlemanly goad.
I loved it like this, because I had another chance to show the trunk of my G-wagon. I could feel his eyes drawing patterns on my back as I left the house with him trailing behind obediently.
The stroll was full of random discussions from a little bit of politics drawn from the state of the nation‟s economy to trending celebrity gist. We finally got to the supermarket and walked through the glass doors into the well illuminated state of the art supermarket. The way they greeted him made it obvious he wasn’t new to them but what struck me the more was how they looked at me. The sales girls smiled back at me and threw compliments my way.
I was wondering when I became such a radiant beauty to be complimented in such a manner, or was it because of Collins? Maybe, they thought I was his girlfriend. Oh, that‟s it. A little glance at Collins‟ way caught him grinning at the girls‟ compliments. Oh dear, it was working. He seemed to like my rapport with the girls as I picked the things for dinner – a pepper soup rice with goat meat would create a romantic atmosphere, I‟d thought. I threw in a few jokes and everyone guffawed; Collins the biggest culprit.
The walk back home was a bit brisker as we were feeling famished already. While he carried the larger grocery bag, I had the smaller one with me. I occasionally and deliberately bumped into his arm so they made contact with my oranges, I would act like I didn’t know what I was doing; just innocent and free. His jokes cracked me up though.
As soon as we arrived the house, I took the bags from him and headed straight to the kitchen. Wow! Every woman‟s dream kitchen. Thank God for a little bit of exposure and the internet, more so, our so mush detested Zee World and Telemundo, they made the kitchen look familiar. I quickly went to the sink to washed the goat meat.
Collins opted to help me which I deceitfully, reluctantly accepted. I just wanted to keep his entire attention on me. Perhaps his intention was to help ready the meal faster but who cares, I wanted him close enough for my script to be complete. So I told him the things he could help me do, careful enough not to make him lose interest. We continued to gist and I realized he was lit up and excited when we talked about business. Hmmm, he‟d always been like that. How could I have forgotten. Business all the way. I discussed business like I was Okonjo Iweala‟s P.A, what do I know? I learnt a lot from him nevertheless.
He was explaining the principles of forex trade when my phone rang. It was Vera. I tried to ignore but he urged me to pick up.
“It‟s Vera. I can‟t take the call now, at least not now.”continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:10am On Jan 06|
“What?” I was not happy with the way the day is going already. Not at this early and hot time.
I dished and served the rice and goat meat pepper soup at the dinning table. He was waiting already, absent mindlessly watching the TV. The silence was eerie and made the room quite uneasy, but the aroma of the meal left some hope in the air, makes one breathe in and out.
We talked about Vera over the meal. He wasn’t discreet about what it was Vera did, but somehow, it was a case of misplaced identity, or split personality. I was wondering what Vera could have posed to be, that she actually wasn’t, which turned Collins off in turn. I never got to read their chats or pay too much attention to their long conversations, but whatever it was must have emanated from there.
But then again, why do I care? Fifi doesn’t give a lame poo. I can be anything to Collins. I mean anything. What was Vera even thinking? Come to think of it, I know she is a good girl to the core but one can never tell these days. Fifi, that was all in the past, the task ahead needs all the energy to work it out, not to dwell on the past. I thought.
Collins had moved on and so has Vera. Here I am with the man of my dreams. I assured him I was going to make him forget his past. We locked gazes for a while as he searched my eyes inquisitively.
“Are you sure about this?” He inquired, seeking assurance. I nodded slowly. Satisfied, a smile lined his lips and ended in a smirk. Whatever it was he meant by that, I felt I was at the top of my game.
I cleared the dishes, washed them and retreated to my room to clean up. I felt rejuvenated after the cold shower. I changed into a short silk baby pink tiny strap night gown that was barely long enough to cover my thighs and bum. A glance at the mirror gave me comfort in my exposed protrusion of two pointing towers with the large area of cleavage exposure.
Silent night, Holy night. These words kept echoing in my head as I stepped into the sitting room. I went to the kitchen and returned to the sitting room with a tray of oranges and a pen knife.
He was seated on the double couch, so I joined him. He had tuned in to one of the romance series from an alien channel, so I queued in and asked questions to be updated while I peeled the oranges and gave him some. He had bathed also and changed into his pajamas which was a checkered sleeveless robe with a long V-neck that exposed his chest area. Collins was damn sexy. I just wanted to kiss those soft lips.
We kept making occasional eye contacts while we discussed the soap opera we were watching together. Something people do often that I‟m yet to understand is how we unconsciously shifted until we closed the gap between us only sharing of the oranges could explain. When I had just one left we argued over who would have that one.
“I’ve only taken three now but you’ve had almost ten, it‟s not fair” He said pitiably.
“Haba! How many oranges did I even bring here that I’ve taken ten?” I laughed. “You can lie for the whole world.” I joked.
We resorted to sharing the orange. So I halved the orange and gave him one half, but he hesitated and insisted I feed him. I smiled and obliged. If only he knew how excited I was to do that. He was leaning backward towards the arm of the chair with his stretched legs on the table so I had to go all the way leaning over him to feed him the orange. As I made the only possible motion towards his mouth, I could feel the rim of my gown gaping to reveal my dangling boobs...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:30am On Jan 07|
Bang! We were startled by the sound of orange tray hitting the tiled floor. It was tossed off by Collins legs moving enthusiastically on the table on which it was placed. As I turned to assume my previous position, my gaze was met by his, and the kiss resumed more strongly soon after a brief exchange of innocent gestures.
The smell and taste of passion radiated through his lips that I know could not wait to be taken to the sacrificial alter, where all feelings and cravings would be slaughtered via offerings.
After a while, we both ran out of gas, and took a pause to let in some air. The resumption started with a peck and there after, I beckoned him to allow me pull off my short pink silk tiny strapped night gown. He steadied himself on the soft sofa and watched as I systematically revealed the sexy bodied Fifi. With visible gulps to show his impatience, I went for his lips again, kissed for some seconds, and forcefully ended it with my right index finger to his lips.
He watched again as I unbuttoned his pajamas top with both hands, and tongue-licked him from his upper chest down to below his bellybutton. His body scent was too sweet to make me stop there, so I continued with a light peck to his lips first, his nipples seconded, his bellybutton third-ed, and back to his lips again while I untied the rope of his pajamas trousers.
The hugeness of his thing in my hands left me in great disbelief, as he let out a light sigh at the touch of it. I had to see with my eyes too.
“This is huge!!!” I whispered almost unconsciously with eyes wide opened. “This is really huge!” I said again measuring it with my eye-meter and gave a fine nod of deep respect.
I know it is well over what you can imagine right now, but know that my mouth could not even take in half of it. It was both big and long. I blow-jobbed him while he continuously groan deep. His groan seemed sexy to me too. It makes me want to continue doing it.
After taking in loads of pre-cum, he grabbed my head and gave me a deep kiss before lifting me into his arms. He carried me to my room, threw me towards the bed, pull off his trousers and then went for my pants...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:43am On Jan 08|
I hadn’t picked Vera‟s calls, neither have I replied her chats so, I feel she should be worried sick about me or simply irritated by my actions. Reason? I don‟t want to give out my location in anyway whatsoever. I will be leaving Lagos and back to school in a bit, so I had to plan what I will tell her. Vera‟s instincts had always scared me, perhaps she must have a strong feeling by now that I‟m somewhere out of place. Maybe.
My stay with Collins was an awesome and wonderful experience. He fell in love with me after that first night. He explained that my willingness to go all the way with him attracted him to me. We did several silly things like making out in almost every nook and cranny of the house. Quickies became our drinking water. He had a very high libido and would stop at nothing to get his gratification.
Collins was a naughty fellow, a very naughty one; in a good way though. One of the memories I had that has stuck was one created at the cinema where we went to see a movie. In the middle of the movie, he made me stroke him in the dim lit hall till he came. The scent of his ejaculation almost betrayed us if not for the small bottle of fragrance I‟d brought with me that saved the day. All the time in the cinema, his hands were on my breasts, caressing and squeezing hard.
I was meant to last only three days with Collins but with his persuasion, I lasted one whole week. One week of unholy and erotic escapades. One week of routine rounds of sex and all related with it. The only time I said no to him was when he suggested we do anal. OMG! That thing can‟t make it through my back-hole. He grimaced and left angrily but later came to apologize and explained he understood.
On the day I was supposed to leave, Collins had booked a 17:30 flight for me. I was alone in the house after he left for work. As I was cleaning the house, something struck my mind, it occurred to me that in all our adventures around every corner of the house, I had never entered his bedroom. He locked it each time he had to leave the house without me. I was simply curious. I mean he has my 100% trust already. I just wanted to see what his room looked like. I wanted to see how I could relate his closet to his personality. All our lovemaking had taken place in my own bedroom – the guest room.
I tried the knob and to my surprise, it opened. I wanted to shove the door and enter but I hesitated. What is it I was wary about? What could it be I was longing to see. Perhaps he was just being meticulous like every other gentleman. What if I displaced something and he discovered it and became enraged. What would be my defense? I startled as my phone suddenly rang.
Collins was calling me just to ascertain if his bae was doing good and not feeling bored. I explained I was good and just cleaning the house and preparing the things for my departure. He didn’t like to hear that I was leaving. He dropped after blowing me a kiss over the phone.
After the call, I was faced with the door in front of me. Without thinking any further, I shoved the door inside gently until there was enough space for me to slide in. The room was dim and warm. I guess the air conditioner hadn’t been put to use for a while, perhaps since my arrival. I groped for the switch just above my head and turned on the lights.
“Oh My God!” I silently exclaimed. The sight that greeted my eyes left me gaping. I stood spellbound for some seconds gazing at the orgy sight of Collins‟ room. My phone startled me with a loud ring and I jostled to pick up but not before retreating from the room and shutting the door.
“Hello,” It‟s Collins again. “Fifi, where are you?” His voice twittered from the other end.
“Uhm, I told you before na. I‟m cleaning.” I replied, trying to steady my voice. He just called me a while ago, what else could he want?
“Yeah, yeah, I know. mm, just leave whatever you are doing and go to the supermarket. I need you to pick some things for me from there. You know, some beverages and toiletries.” He said almost impatiently.
“But we just restocked all those things recently?” I put on an inquisitive look.
“Yes I know. Just do as I say and stop asking questions.”...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by temmydeby: 9:58pm On Jan 08|
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:15am On Jan 09|
Did I say Collins fell in love with me after that night? Well, we started a serious relationship with every effort to keep Vera out of it. She never knew it was Collins I was dating. I had to show her an imaginary picture, or rather a random picture I took from the internet as my boyfriend and had to follow the guy up on Facebook to keep stealing his pictures and front him as my boo to Vera.
When I returned, she was acting strange and became too inquisitive. She wanted to know everything going on in my life. I kept my cards and played them well. She gradually forgot about Collins and was doused in Desmond‟s love. He had turned out to be a great guy after all, very caring and a perfect gentleman. Each time I envy her, something at the back of my mind told me I had a greater guy in my Collins.
I‟m not totally heartless as many would envisage. I always took justification from the fact that I wasn’t part of the reason Collins left Vera. I was just the lucky one to have him for myself. Vera would never have let me have him anyway, so no need telling her about it. My love for Collins overshadowed my conscience towards my friend Vera. But still, I needed her to tell me why it didn’t work out between them. Somehow, I was worried. I didn’t want to ponder over if I was really towing the right path. But then, the popular phrase „much ado about nothing‟ would just creep into my mind and stay. It didn’t work out between them because they were never meant for each other, perhaps it was simply divine. Collins was meant for me while Vera was simply the instrument used to make it happen. I smiled at this revelation.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months and we both drew near to graduation. Desmond was now engraved in Vera‟s heart and sung on her lips everyday. How I wished I could sing Collins in the same manner. Thank goodness we were graduating and soon we‟d go our separate ways, then I‟d be free to visit Collins and do as I like with him.
Few days before we left the school finally, Vera returned home excited and threw herself on the bed.
“Babe, this one you are jumping about like this, what‟s up now?” I asked.
“Guess what?” She beamed.
“You know I‟m not good at guesses, just go ahead and tell me.” I urged her impatiently.
“Okay, Desmond just got a new job in Shell Petroleum.” She announced in a hushed voice. I cupped my mouth with my hand to muffle a scream and we rushed to hug ourselves on impulse. She told me he‟d be coming to pick us up for dinner that night.
Desmond, the graduate driver, now a Shell worker? Soon he‟d be driving pick up jeeps like the many other colleagues of his. This was going to be a complete turn around. I didn’t know how to feel at all. I even thought I felt nauseous at some point. We dressed up and waited for Desmond to arrive for the outing. We had planned to have dinner at a very cozy and expensive restaurant before heading to Silverbird to see a movie together. I don‟t feel like going but I couldn’t find any tangible excuse not to. My stomach churned from displeasure. Not because I didn’t like Desmond getting the job but mainly because I had written him off not more than once before, and even advised Vera against dating him. No one would have wished to be in that situation.
“Vera,” I called her name lowly.
“Yeah,” She continued preening and perfecting her blushes.
“Something just came to my mind and I felt like asking.”
“What is it baby?” She shot a quick glance at me and continued her art; she was good at it though. “Shoot.”
“What really happened between you and Collins that night when he came to visit?”
She paused and arced her brow thoughtfully, “Which Collins?” She asked innocently.
Like seriously? What was she feeling like? She had moved on this much; over Collins? Her sleepless nights and nightmares? I couldn’t hide my astonishment.
“Like seriously? You’ve forgotten Collins? How many Collins do you know again that came visiting and had a „night„ with you?” I emphasized on the night with an „okay„ gesture high above my head with both hands.
“Oh that.” She paled and withdrew from the mirror to look me in the eyes, squarely. “Babe, don‟t you think this is the wrongest time to ask me this question?”
I could see the pain in her reaction. She just feigned to have forgotten, she wasn’t totally over him yet.
“I‟m sorry, but like I said, I’ve been wanting to ask but keep forgetting. I‟m really curious.”
“Well I thought I told you that day what happened?”
“Yeah, but I feel it‟s way beyond that. Look, that story was too cheap to make me believe it.” I gave a no-nonsense look. “Although I did at that time but come to think of it, a friendship and dating that lasted that long online to just snap and end in one brief, holy
night that was supposed to cement it.” I explained using my two hands as if one was the brick and the other was the cement. “Oh baby, that‟s a cheap pill to sell.”
Vera heaved a sigh and obviously looked exasperated by my persistence. “So, what‟s the sudden interest in Collins after all this time?” She inquired, searching my eyes.
“I told you, just curiosity. Sorry I brought it up at the wrongest time like you put it.” We stared at each other for awhile. “You know what, just forget it if you don‟t want to tell me. It‟s okay.” I did as if I wasn’t interested anymore.
“Okay fine, I‟ll tell you.” She sighed and looked downward...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 5:29am On Jan 10|
How could we have known the night would’ve held more surprises? If I had known, I would have avoided the outing. All the same, it was awesome nevertheless. Desmond had other plans which we never saw coming. Just after the meal, he asked us to come spend some time with him at the rooftop of the hotel where we had dinner. He said it was a good sight and was good for relaxation. We used the elevator to the rooftop and waited patiently for the sliding doors to divide. It did eventually and exposed us to one of the most aesthetic and heartwarming experiences of my life.
Rose flowers carpeted a narrow track that bent towards the left with glowing luminous decorations that decorated the flanks of the rose path. We were perplexed and turned Desmond‟s way who had halved his face with a broad smile.
“Shall we?” He indicated in the direction forward with a gentlemanly bow. His smile was radiant and brilliant and lined his jaws into a cowboy masculinity. Why were the best things for Vera alone? I thought and shrugged it off almost immediately.
We eased ourselves into the space and followed the track lead to where it bent to the left. Ahead of us was a glowing art of Christmas lights with the shape of a heart. A smoke machine began to smoke and clouded the area where the lights were glowing. Then the
fireworks were let out into the air far above us. We read the write up it formed and before I could turn to look at my friend, she had broken down in tears.
When she raised her face again, Desmond was kneeling with one knee and a white little box which he held out before her. When he opened it, the little golden ring with a small diamond stone shimmered against the glowing lights before our eyes. I fought and won the urge to stretch out my finger not minding the words that would come with it. Oh Vera, which God created you?
“My love,” Desmond began to say, “I set all of this up with the first allowance I was paid after training, not because it‟s what you would want, but because I can‟t explain how much you mean to me but try to show it anyhow I can. Trust me, you‟re the reason I got this job. Ever since you came into my life, it‟s been good-news in the morning, good luck in the evening. I want nothing else but to spend the rest of my life with the woman that brought light to my life.” Tears were almost coming down my eyes. “Vera, will you marry me?” He proposed to her.
Vera was sobbing uncontrollably when he was done. I felt tears trickling down my cheeks and wiped with my thumb to save my make-up.
“Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Baby. I will marry you.” She hurriedly stretched out her fingers to accept the ring. “I will be that woman by your side through thick and thin.” Desmond slid the ring on the ring finger. Her eyes gleamed as she admired the precious stone shimmering against the glowing lights. Desmond rose and they locked in a tight embrace to the applause of a small crowd in a shrouded corner of the roof top.
He had invited a few friends too. We were deceived by the lights as we followed them to the stage oblivious of the quiet audience that observed from the dark corners. I stood smiling amidst the tears that ran down my cheeks, wondering how Vera was feeling. We got around to meeting Desmond‟s friends and colleagues who had honored his invitation. When he introduced Dickson to me, he hesitated before disengaging from the handshake we had.
After the introduction and exchange of pleasantries, Dickson never left my side. We acquainted well and got into deep discussions. He is a doctor and that was what made it easier since I studied pharmacy. We had a lot to talk about. His sense of humor was unique so much that he made me forget the time. He had one of the most perfect dentition I‟d ever seen, about 6 feet tall with broad shoulders. Dickson was a perfect gentleman with his plastic eye glasses that gave him the looks of a professor. I didn’t want the night to end but it did anyway. We toasted to their success and wished them well.
Dickson drove me back home as Vera had to go home with Desmond. For real, all through that night, I cried. I loved what happened at the hotel rooftop. I dreamed that night. A very long fairy dream. But then, in the wee hours of the morning, everything changed...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:54am On Jan 11|
Wedding plans for Vera and Desmond kicked off and guess who would be the chief bride‟s maid? Your guess is as good as mine. We went shopping and bought all the things for the wedding. Everything was expensive but Desmond didn’t budge, he gave us money so liberally I was wondering if it were just the money from Shell he was using for the wedding.
Then I learned his community of friends were a group of money reeling lads. One of his bosses had promised to grant him a Class A wedding ceremony, since colleagues from the company were going to be present. That also meant he had to spend without worries as he would certainly make over ten folds of whatever he‟d spent.
I was by Vera‟s side all the time until the wedding day. Meanwhile, Collins had been on my neck to come visit him again. I told him I had to be around for Vera‟s wedding. He had to wait until after the wedding and I‟d be all his. He didn’t like the idea but seemed to have no other choice.
On the eve of the wedding, after we had retreated to our hotel rooms, Vera had insisted we slept in the same room and I liked the idea, since I‟d have the chance to find out from her why it didn’t work out with Collins. The very thing we‟d never had the chance to talk about again, one that had left me in trepidation of the future.
I had barely left the shower when she came in. Vera looked tired and needed a bath and rest. I told her and she admitted and went straight to the shower. I changed into my nightie and started watching the TV. It was a reality show. I was almost engrossed when my phone rang. It was Dickson.
He was at the bachelor‟s Eve party and was wondering why I wasn’t there. I told him I wanted to rest and prepare for the D-day.
“So do you mind me coming over to pick you up?” He asked.
Dickson was just irresistible but I needed time to talk to Vera. I didn’t notice Vera step out of the bathroom. She grunted to announce her presence. I turned to look at her amidst my indecision and she winked and nodded her head. Conspiracy! I made a jeering face at her.
“Hello! I‟m still here.” Dickson‟s voice twittered from the other end.
“Oh, okay. But I wouldn’t want to stay out for long.” I replied and heard a muffled “yes” on the other end.
In a few minutes he had arrived and was poking his head round the door. I had dressed up and went to join him. We went down and into his car then drove off. We drove around town idly, buried in a very deep conversation. When we got to Chisel Park, he parked and asked for a walk. I obliged. After all, he was fun to be with.
He held my hand as we walked through the brilliant park with fountains and flowers and lights everywhere. Music crooned from the speakers hidden at strategic parts of the park. Other couples either sat or strolled round the park too. We found a free cast-seat and sat down.
“Do you like this place?” He asked.
“Sure,” I searched around with a thin smile at the corner of my lips. “It’s so romantic I must confess. I hate to be here.”
“You do? I can‟t believe you just said that.” He shot me an incredulous stare. “Who doesn’t like romance?”
“Maybe me.” I chuckled. “Well, it would have been perfect if I had come with my boyfriend.”
He smiled and looked away briefly. “Yeah, Vera told me you have a boyfriend. So where is he?”
“I don‟t wanna talk about him,” I snapped.
“So what do you wanna talk about?”
“Just anything else, maybe you if you don‟t mind.”
“There‟s only a little about me that you don‟t know. I think I’ve told you all.” He folded his arms.
“Hmm? Sure? No girlfriend, fiancée, or even a crush?”
He smiled. “I‟m just a young man who‟s in love with a woman and doesn’t know how best to tell her.”
I laughed hard. “Who‟s this girl? Come on, just go ahead and tell her. Look at you, she might just be waiting for you to open up.”
“You think so?” He asked and I nodded. “Well she told me in the middle of a conversation she is in a relationship and since then…”
“That‟s nothing. So long as she ain’t married yet, anything can happen. That‟s women for you, trust me…”
“Fifi, I‟m in love with you.” I lost the rest of my words as he cut in and continued. “I don‟t know how you feel about this but it‟s the truth.”
I was lost for words and began to pick my fingers. He held my face and stared into my eyes.
“I… I‟m sorry but it‟s not possible…” I refused to look at him, “I told you I‟m in a serious relationship…”continue
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|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:00am On Jan 12|
By morning and in a matter of hours, Vera would be married to Desmond and her status would change. She was so much excited that she woke me up as early as 5 in the morning. Before 07:00, the makeover crew would arrive for their art so we had to shower and get ready for them. As soon as I left the shower and into the room, Vera threw a question at me.
“Dickson told me what happened yesterday. Like seriously what came over you?” She looked so surprised.
I sighed and went straight to the dressing mirror without saying a word.
“Fifi I am talking to you?” She said.
“What was I supposed to do? He kissed me without permission.” I retorted.
“Oh yes, and you slapped him? For God’s sake, how does that appeal to you?”
After kissing Dickson back the previous night at the park, I had to restrain myself by giving him a hot slap. And as I walked away, he had to draw me back and pleaded guilty, so as to drive me back to my apartment. The night was silent between us up till now. I wonder why he had to tell Vera about it too.
“I had no choice. For real, that was the only thing I could do at that time.”
“For crying out loud, Dickson is a gentleman, one every lady would want to keep.” She preached.
“Oh yeah, I know he’s a gentleman that kisses a girl without permission. That sounds cool.”
“Are you kidding me? Like he jumped on you without any green light? I know better than that. Just gimme a break.” She waved her hand in the air in a rebuff gesture.
“Don‟t be like that Vera, you know I have a boyfriend and I told him that. He ought to have respected that.”
“Really? You have a boyfriend? I don’t seem to know him.” Vera jeered. “By the way, tell me you didn’t enjoy the kiss, Fifi.”
“What nonsense are you talking about?” I shook my head and muttered a lie. “Stuff was so irritating.”
“Huh? It’s okay. You have a boyfriend, one you’ve been secretive about. Now see better dude, and you slapped him. I only mean well for you my dear.”
“Now see who‟s talking about secretive. Why have you kept secret the reason for your breakup with Collins all this while?” I snapped with rage.
“Oh I see, seems you still have your mind on that. Come to think of it, why have you refused to get over Collins? I was the one that broke up with him and not you.”
“Same way I’m the one dating my boyfriend and not you”. I turned from the mirror and shot Vera a surprise attack. “Babe, don’t you think the same Voodoo that haunted Collins away from you can also wreck your marriage?”
I succeeded as my words struck her well. She froze and slowly turned to look at me. “Girlfriend, what‟s the matter with you? Why now? Of all the days and times and hours, you chose now. Few hours to my wedding? Gosh, what are you up to?”
My words pierced through her like a spear. A little bit of remorse crept in but I didn’t care.
“So tell me, what do you intend to achieve?” She leaned backward and inquired thoughtfully. “Are you in anyway seeing Collins? Don’t tell me you’re communicating with him somehow.”
I took it well. I chuckled and replied calmly. “You are both pathetic and ridiculous at the same time. Just quit already, stop being petty. How is that possible?” I shook my head incredulously.
“Now listen baby girl, I’m just worried and concerned about you at the same time. Just like your relationship with Collins snapped and it‟s over, I was thinking he was the one you would have been tying the knot with today but no, it‟s someone else. Don’t you see? Something must be wrong. Can’t you smell it?”
“Unfortunately baby girl, I’m walking the aisle with Desmond and not Collins. And if you give me multiple chances, I’ll still choose Desmond over Collins.”
“Story for the gods,” I jeered. “We both know you lied. Because he now works in an oil company huh? Tsk tsk tsk…”
“Oh come off it, I was into him before the job, don‟t forget too quickly but like I said, I would never have dated Collins even if he was the only man alive.”
I felt goose pimples. Now this was serious. This was my time and I had to use it well. “I lowered my tone and asked, “Why? What is your issue with Collins?” She sighed and stood up to leave.
“Not again, not this time. This is the only one secret that you’ve kept from me and I won’t let it slip because after today, I’m sure you’ll never talk about this again.”
She heaved a sigh and folded both arms. “Okay, Collins is a sex maniac.”
I angled my head in disbelief and burst into laughter clutching at my belly as it rocked.
“What’s so funny?”
“Are you just selling that to me hoping I’d buy?”
“I’m not kidding Fifi, he’s a lunatic. Collins is not normal.”
I stopped laughing and gathered myself. “Okay, I get you or lemme just pretend like I do...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:30am On Jan 13|
The bride and chief were set before half past nine o‟clock. We waited patiently for the car to arrive, the one that would take us to church, just a fifteen minute drive from the hotel. We hadn’t spoken much since the last conversation. I didn’t know what to feel towards Vera or what Vera was feeling towards me. I didn’t care so much either, I was in the middle of nowhere and Vera was part of the solution even though she had no idea.
Just as we were about to leave after the car had arrived, I asked everyone else to excuse us for a little friendly chat which they obliged. Vera gave me that knowing stare, wondering what else I‟d come up with.
“Of course you know I didn’t buy that sex maniac lunatic thing. I really want to know and feel I have the right to know. So are you now ready to speak or not?” I was dead serious.
Vera shook her head in total disbelief. “Not again. I refuse to be drawn into this again. We must leave now.” She looked pleadingly.
“If you don’t tell me right now I’ll call Desmond and tell him anything that comes to mind and I swear I’ll make it damn bloody.” I warned sternly.
She retreated from the door and came close to me, close enough I could feel her breath. She wasn’t derided at all as her breath was steady. But then she spoke in a cold, still voice.
“So tell me girlfriend, why are you doing this? What is it you have refused to tell me? You were supposed to be my chief bride’s maid, but here you are playing the witch of Oz. What exactly do you want?” She looked scared this time.
“The truth.” I replied coldly.
She nodded slowly and pulsed her lips. She then opened her purse and took out her phone which she forced into my hand and ordered. “Make the damn call. I saved him as D.”
I was shocked by her action. With the phone still in my hand, she turned towards the door and slammed it hard behind her. Frozen at that spot, I knew it was game over. She’d never get to talk to me, ever.
The grand piano hummed from a distance as we arrived the decorated premises of the Anglican Church. Beautiful gowns and suits, foreign and local, littered the whole place with everyone feeling important. Desmond‟s SUV arrived accompanied by some other SUVs that formed a convoy, with both indicator lights of each vehicle blinking. I felt like we were receiving the president. I knew what I was expecting to see but not how classy it would come. The oil men had arrived with oil palms and wheels.
The bridal train was a crop of charming beauties, most of which were regular campus girls hired for the day and hoping to make a catch or two from the oil guys. Their long baby pink gowns with slight touches of reddish pink and white showels to cover their shoulders until the reception time. To say these ladies were beautiful was to say the least about them. But then, I had my focus on the gentlemen alighting from the convoy of SUVs.
“So you never told me Dickson was the Best Man, how could you not?” I leaned forward and whispered into Vera‟s ear.
“I think something went wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be. You saw Dan, he was supposed to be the Best Man.”
I swore under my breath and maintained a cordial expression, somewhat deadpan. From then on, the wedding was more of a torment, a day of torture, just emotional dilemma. I felt so ashamed of myself. I had enjoyed the kiss initially and even dreamed about it but now, I hated Dickson for trying to take the place of my Collins. He was far cuter and better than
all the oil boys put together, I mean my Collins. That thought gave me all the strength and energy required to scale this stream full of hungry crocodiles in my own mind.
We processed and I found myself sitting side by side with my now arch enemy. He kept making eye contact with me as he never ceased to turn my way. In return, I’d look away to avoid his incessant glances.
Immediately after the wedding we headed for the reception. Thankfully, the wedding was intended not to consume too much time. When it was time to dance, I disappeared through the back as I noticed Dickson was looking for me. How could I have known I‟d never escape him?
As soon as the reception was over, or rather my part of the bargain, as I wasn’t interested in the post wedding party, I retreated to the hotel room to pick up my belongings and leave. I was really done with putting up with Vera’s fortunes. I wanted to be gone from her and far away as much as I could. I picked the things I owned and started to leave. As soon as I stepped into the hallway that led to the elevators, he grunted from behind me and startled me.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologized sincerely.
“Well, always find a better way to announce your presence.” I retorted.
“Maybe next time I‟d bring along a praise singer – all hail King Dickson.” He smiled slyly.
“It‟s not funny.” I rebuffed him sternly.
“Oh, okay. So why are you leaving so soon. I thought you‟d stay back for the party tonight. You don‟t wanna miss it, do you?” He geared nearer to me.
“I‟m sorry, but I have a flight to catch.” I started leaving but he trailed behind me.
“But why in such a hurry. At least you can still make the trip tomorrow morning. Today is Saturday, and tomorrow is Sunday.” I didn’t reply him and walked through the gaping elevator doors. He joined me.
“Okay fine, I just wanted to apologize for last night. I lost a very impulsive battle.”
“How am I supposed to be concerned with what you want?” I was deliberately being annoying.
“Okay fine, I‟m sorry. I‟m really sorry. I thought I could use tonight to make up for it.” He said with both palms joined together like a kid praying in the kindergarten.
I didn’t utter a word until the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened again to let us out.
“You know what?” I eventually said to him, “It‟s all good and fine. At least you can see for yourself. Good bye lover boy.” I didn’t look back again until the cab I had chattered drove me off the hotel premises.
On my way to the airport, a text message arrived and Collins ID. I smiled to myself and opened to read.
FIFA, sorry, Fifi my Fifi. hope you’re on your way already? Don’t want u 2 miss that flight. Lots of surprises await you, red red 9ts.‟continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:18am On Jan 14|
Collins was at the airport on my arrival. The first thing I spotted was his succulent lips. I
didn’t really know why I felt so enthusiastic about him or this visit in particular, maybe it was
just all the events surrounding Vera’s engagement and wedding. They were so dramatic like
in the movies, so unreal, the sad thing being, they were real. Back to his lips, they looked
soft and tender like a baby’s. I was tripping already and felt a bit lubricious below.
He took my luggage from me and loaded them in the trunk and returned to give me a tight
embrace. Collins held the door for me to enter the car and he zoomed off as soon as he was
behind the wheel. The drive to his house was swift and smooth. As soon as we arrived
home, he began unloading the luggage while I headed to my room.
“Hello,” He called my attention. “This way please.” He pointed in his room direction.
“I…” I want to speak but he cut me off.
“Yeah I know, we‟re staying in my room this time.”
Collins’ room? I tried to speak, but could only gape. No way I was going to stay in Collins‟
room. But how would he take my objection and rejection? Before I could utter another
word, he was on his way to his room while I followed reluctantly, dragging my feet behind
him. I stood at the entrance of the bedroom not knowing how to enter. The sight of the
other day kept flashing through my head. I wanted to retreat to the sitting room when he
called me and asked what was keeping me.
I slowly shoved the door and peered through the gape created. I caught a glimpse of a
lemon green duvet, rolled halfway over a white floral bed sheet. The pillows were
multi-colored, about six of them, arranged on the large family size bed. I stepped in,
holding the door ajar. The room had become brilliant and cozy. The colors seemed to have
been carefully selected to appease and seduce a lady. Although in my case, I was already a
Hot lady waiting to be devoured. The room had changed from what I saw, perhaps I was
simply disillusioned. Maybe I had been hallucinating all this while. What the hell was wrong
with me? This room looked like heaven. I thought I may never need to see heaven if I’d be
made to stay in this room.
I smiled and studied the room with a slow swipe of the eyes around me.
“The last time you came, did you at any point come in here?” He threw the question I
wasn’t expecting and drew a gasp from me.
“Uhm… Come in here? How is that possible? It was always locked.”
His unflinching stare never left my eyes as he searched for what I didn’t know.
“Why did you ask? Is there any problem?”
“No, not at all. You know, you were searching the room like you have been here before.”
I laughed. “You sound like you worked on this room in anticipation of today.”
He smirked and shook his head, “You‟re a genius. But no, the room has always been like
this. Just changed a few things to accommodate your taste.”
“Then I must say you did a good job.” I smiled and winked at him.
He smiled and spread his arms wide, “Come here.”
I moved to cover the space between us, wrapped by his hands. He wrestled me to my back
on the bed and started kissing me. Certainly, Collins seemed starved, evident in his extreme
hardness and desire. The way he kissed me felt like he’d been thirsty and stranded in a
desert, and eventually ran into an oasis. My mouth was the source of his life, and my tongue
was his straw. He sucked my tongue and made me do same like one blowing a joystick. We
tongue wrestled while he began undoing my clothing.
In a matter of few seconds, my bra was exposed and my skin was met with the coldness
from the air-conditioner; he had torn my gown impatiently. I arced my back so he could
gain easy access to my hook and off he flung my bra across the room. I longed for him
inside of me already. I want to feel his hardness and ruthlessness against the inner walls of
my lubricious pussy.
I, in turn began to wrestle with his belt. He stood erect and helped me peel his trousers
down to his knees, while he freed the long-man from his boxers. It was obviously angry
judging by the veins. He helped me peel off my pant and tossed it aside, lifting my gown to
reveal his heaven on earth.
“Oh baby, I can‟t wait.” I cried, watching the throbbing pestle with a cap like a mushroom.
“Welcome back home my love,” was all Collins said before the drill began.
“Uhhhhh!” The first thrust drew a loud gasp of arrival from me. With my legs, wide apart in
the air, Collins began digging like he was certain there was gold down there.
Each thrust hit the end walls of my pussy and sent me into electrocution. The feeling was
sizzling and felt like I would stop living at the next thrust.
Five minutes later, we were both speaking gibberish and swearing at each other. He quickly
withdrew from me and I couldn’t believe the long-man hadn’t shrunk one bit. He pulled me
to the edge of the bed and turned me over.
“Show me that ass baby. Lemme rock your back till you can‟t sit again.” He yelled.
I chuckled and pushed my buttocks up an elevated angle. He exclaimed at that sight and
found his way back using his hand to guide long man back in. He bent over and grabbed my
boobs while digging further inside. I didn’t know how I just felt but I was out of my body.
At one point, I begged him to stop or I‟d die but again, I thrust my ass backward against
his groin area which made him feel I implied he wasn’t thrusting hard enough. Collins was a
beast, he went for the kill, thrusting faster and harder while I screamed my breath out.
Soon we both rocked and tensed as he came inside me. I could feel the cold fluid spurting
against my walls, wrestling with those coming from me and causing an eruption...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 5:52am On Jan 15|
Collins set the heater temperature and filled the bath tub while I went unclad to the kitchen to fetch some apples, cucumbers, carrots, bananas, groundnuts and a large bottle of chilled yogurt. I blended all together and poured the yogurt into the mixture. I was feeling hungry but couldn’t wait until we finished bathing before eating something, I was scared that with the way Collins was going, I might never survive it. Funny right?
“You missed a call.” He informed me from the bathroom door.
I placed the „concoction‟ on the bed and went after my phone.
“It was actually missed calls from Vera.” I said loudly. “Funny enough, she hasn’t totally gotten over you.” I added.
“You discuss me with Vera?” He grimaced.
“Not really. I just wanted to know what she felt about your breakup with her.”
“Did she say anything?”
“She refused to say. But she is not over it yet. That girl is just something else. Thank God I’ve moved on. She should just be on her own and enjoy her jankered marriage. Tsk!”
Collins came out of the bathroom Unclad and found my concoction on the bed. “What is that?”
“It‟s what I call concoction. A mixture of apple, cucumber, banana, carrots, groundnuts and yogurt. It‟s cool and tastes nice. Look, it‟s quite thick and pasty and creamy.”
“That‟s smoothie. Hope that doesn’t purge us to death this night?”
“Oh, call it whatever you like but after taking this, you will thank me later.”
Collins smiled and joined me on the bed. I poured out the content into little bowls and inserted a spoon each. He liked it, it‟s taste was unique with the sour taste and chilled temperature of the yogurt making it spot on. We fed each and ended up playing with the excesses. Soon, we both had our bodies covered in the paste of the smoothies.
Collins carried me into the bathroom and stepped into the lathering tub. He invited me in to sit just in front of him. His tub was large enough for the two bodies to at least move around but not without making contact. We had our legs stretched out against our genitals. I delighted in tossing his pestle with my toes and poking his sack. He smiled, he liked it.
We bathed without looking away from each other, admiring our bodies in any way we could. When it was time to drain the lathered water so we could rinse, he asked me to unplug the drainage. I did and the water began to drain.
Just as the tub was draining its last, I heard the clang of metal against ceramics and groped in the lather to know what it was.
“What are you looking for?” He asked.
“I heard something.” I said and felt the metal. I withdrew my hand from the lather and blew air on it to clear it for a better vision at a golden ring with a large diamond stone.
“What is this?” I asked perplexed. My face twitched into horror as many thoughts flashed into my mind in split seconds. Was he seeing someone else? The ring surely belonged to another woman whom he also shared the bath tub with. How could I have been a fool all this time? My face was red with blush. “Who’s she?” I asked with a stern quaky voice.
Collins chuckled and calmly replied, “It’s you baby, will you marry me?”
My jaw dropped as I tried to understand what he was saying as if he had spoken Latin before.
“I can‟t think of anyone else but you baby. I want us to live together as husband and wife. Please my queen, marry me. Just say yes.”
I put both hands on my chest and laughed. I handed him the ring and stretched out my left hand fingers.
“Put the damn ring on my finger silly boy.” I chuckled.
He made a facial expression of mock refute and took the ring from me, we both burst into laughter. He put the ring on me. I admired the ring and hugged it tight. I had a better and more expensive ring than Vera. I leaned forward and hugged him with my slimy lathered body. That wasn’t going to pass without electric. I kissed him.
“Thank you baby. I promise to be your wife and give you my whole body, soul and all. I will be loyal to you forever.” I was so happy.
We locked gazes for a while before he stretched his hand and put on the shower so it splashed water directly on my face. We guffawed and he turned me around so I had my back to him. My massive behind was rubbing against his rooster skin and that didn’t seem funny at all. He washed lather off our bodies and using the hand shower. He showered my boobs and caressed them at the same time. He ran the splashes all over me sensually while nibbling at my earlobes and neck, standing my hairs with the breath of his nostrils.
“Hmm…” I helplessly let out a soft moan.
Collins lowered the shower to my thighs and crotch, I involuntarily spread my legs and placed them on either sides of the tub squirming and bucking my hips in rhythm to his soft torture.
“Oh my, babyyyy…” I whispered, wriggling all over him. I whimpered and kept making tiny buzzing sounds, dying slowly.
“I‟m hungry baby, can you now feed me that pussy?” Collins whispered over my neck.
The sound of his voice behind me sent shivers down my spine, but the idea of getting a head, melted me. I moved away from him and turned around.
I knelt with both knees on both of his flanks. Collins slid down a bit so his face came level with my crotch. Oh dear, he breathed on my crotch before splashing on it again.
“Eat the living dead outta me baby.” Before he could say a word, I’d grabbed his head and shoved him into my crotch.
He kissed below my navel and ran his tongue symmetrically down to the divide of my labia. He used his tongue to slit the curtains of my labia for the inner pinnacle to be revealed. Collins had no respect for holiness at all. That which was hidden in the inner chamber, he exposed with his tongue and flickered it over the erected clit that stood, yearning for attention.
“Uhhhhh…” I jerked as he made contact. This felt totally different. I almost had a seizure. WTF!
Collins applied pressure with his tongue and began running it slowly up and down with every wetness he could garner. I looked so apologetic with a sorry face begging for attention. He dropped the shower and used both hands to separate the labia to avoid further restriction. Ever seen a man diligent in his tasks? Collins was dining with kings already. He planted his lips on my labia and suckled at it with vacuum in his mouth...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:13am On Jan 18|
Even after I‟d been engaged, one thing I never stopped doing was to engage in a solo competition with Vera, one she was never aware.
Since after I left her wedding, I only took her call once and it ended there. But now, I posted series of pictures taken in Collins’ luxurious apartment on Facebook, Instagram and all other social media accounts I had. He’d assured me we‟d be moving to Lekki after our marriage and each time I visited the Island I’d be fighting an unknown battle with everyone I see there, mindless of if they lived on the Island or not. I just had this idea that I was going to be joining them soon and rehearsed the big girl I’d be acting in Collins’ car.
I stayed a little above one week with Collins with my hole drilled at every chance he got. He‟d wake up in the morning and drill a round or two, occasionally run back home and drill
another set of rounds with clothes on, then run back home a little earlier than closing time for the same purpose. He also ensured we fed well and even studied sex enhancements foods which he bought and ensured we stocked the house with them.
During our free days, we played games like Whot, ludo, quizzes, Scrabble and seldom chess. The main game was in what happens to the one who fails, he’d have to obey what ever task imposed by the the other party. I always lost so I had a larger part of the penalties.
Sometimes the punishment would be to give him Mouth Action for a specified duration, lick his asshole or even masturbate with any item he seemed fit while he watched. At times I’d feel uncomfortable about it but wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, I’m not a Kill-joy. So in turn, I’d use my own fewer wins to get a head, boob treat with icy yogurt or Irish cream or anything I could get a hold on or even have him lick my ass too. Hmmm, that was sensational though.
So one of the highlights included one day he’d requested we played a game which involved role play. I didn’t understand that but felt he just wanted to remember childhood, playing daddy and mummy, but no. He tied my hands and legs to the bed posts and pinned my head down so I couldn’t move them, just squirm and wriggle under him while he did everything thing he could think of to my body. He licked every part of my body from my loved lips to my neck and my cleavage to my nipples. He sucked my navel before he went to lick and suck everything around my crotch region while I screamed and eventually passed out from extreme pleasure.
When I woke up, he had made a meal for me to eat and I fed well while he told me I was awesome and his only source of happiness. I smiled weakly.
“You see, I’ve come to understand why so many marriages break up and people don’t last in marriages,” He analyzed. “The reason people cheat on their spouses is lack of adventure. When you are always adventurous about sex, always willing to explore every available space, you will be faced with many options of styles and sex activities that the missionary will be an act you crave for but don’t get a chance to practice.”
While he spoke, I kept wondering what other thing is left to explore or would be left to explore before we got married. I explained that I needed some rest as my whole body was in pain from excess drilling and reminded him that he was massive below.
He laughed and said, “Baby see, no pain no pleasure. There is no pain with pleasure and vise versa. Pain and pleasure go together to make a perfect and complete sense.”
I didn’t understand one thing but he promised to let me be for some days but not without occasional blow jobs and hand jobs or even leg jobs – yes, he taught me that too. How I could make him come with my legs as well as my hands without inflicting any form of injuries. Collins was something else.
Eventually, I left his house to inform my parents further down south about him and pave way for an introduction. My old friends became old cargo because of the shopping Collins took me prior to my departure. I bought things for everyone at home and my mother danced and praised God for answering our prayers. I stopped sharing public transport with
people and took a drop everywhere, assuring my siblings that the next time I‟d visit, I’d be driving my own car.
Marriage plans kicked off and Collins found it easy to pay everything he was asked and added extra. I got to meet Collins’ friends and funny enough they were not married yet, not any one of them. They nodded in approval when they got to know I was The One.
What did they mean by that? I didn’t want to ponder over it and give myself a heart attack. After all, every man would have a number of girlfriends but would eventually end up marrying one. Yet my concern was on how they kept staring at me and my buttocks especially, in a very suggestive way. Collins didn’t seem to bother but instead kept high shoulders. I decided not to make anything out of all that, not to dwell on that, perhaps everything would change after the knot was tied.
The traditional marriage was the best my village had ever experienced. The pictures made rounds on all my social media platforms I owned accounts, with altered settings to keep off Vera. Why I kept Vera away nevertheless, still remained vague to me. She was happily married, which I never admitted, yet I didn’t want her around me. I didn’t want her to attend my wedding, neither to realize it was Collins I was getting married to. I knew she will find out soon but what did I care? I was waiting for the impending consequential drama.
We flew business class to Paris to shop for the wedding and spent the succeeding weekend in Switzerland. He assured me our honeymoon would be in Asia, with Dubai top on the list. I didn’t just fall in love with Collins, I drowned in love for him.
On the eve of my wedding, just as I was about to sleep, my phone started ringing. Collins wouldn’t be calling me at this time of the night. Not after he had sneaked to my hotel for some quickie before leaving and calling to inform me he’d arrived his own hotel room. I ignored but the caller kept calling, four more times. I became worried and heaved myself off the bed to the socket and picked up the phone.
“Mtcheeeeeeew!” I hissed a very long one and put my phone on silent. Vera must have learned of the wedding and was calling. I had been rehearsing for the drama but didn’t include ungodly hours in my practice...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:43am On Jan 19|
“Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, and for better for worse, till death do you part?” The priest asked him.
“Yes I do,” Collins replied with a broad smile.
“Will you take this man,” the priest turned to me and started reciting the creed. “To be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, and for better for worse, till death do you part?”
I stood meditating on Vera’s text earlier. What if I said no and ran off from the church? What if I refused to marry Collins and flee to safety? Safety from what? What did I know Collins did wrong to Vera? Why was Vera so pathetic about my union with him? What could it be I was missing? My heartbeat switched rhythm and eventually lost rhythm.
“Fifi?” Collins’s voice startled me. I had been engrossed in my meditation I didn’t realize everyone was waiting for me. “The priest is waiting.”
“Oh, okay.” I turned to the priest and smiled sheepishly.
He frowned and growled under his breath but loud enough for me to hear, “The response is “Yes I do„.”
“Oh, Yes I do. Sorry about that.” I turned and smiled apologetically at Collins who didn’t find it funny at all. He kept a wrinkled temple even through to the reception while I smiled and remained cheerful. I had resolved to put my fears behind me and enjoy my day. It was only meant to come once.
By dusk, it was all over and we were back in our hotel room. It was over and marriage had begun. The post wedding party, according to my husband was for a caucus. I was wondering what he meant by that but he explained I should wait and see what he meant.
“But I have friends who’d want to be part of it too?” I fussed
“Of course you do but how much is your own contribution to everything today? Tell me, how much?” He still seemed pissed at the morning incident. “Have you not heard that he who pays the piper dictates the tune? Don‟t even try bringing anyone or you‟d end up embarrassing yourself.” He warned gravely.
While he was speaking, he was also putting off his clothes. He started for the bathroom and paused at the door. “And by the way, what was that stunt you pulled there before the priest?”
“What is that?” I asked.
“Don‟t even play dumb with me. You know, the „yes I do‟ part? Like you hesitated.”
I forced a chuckle through. I see that‟s why you have been frowning all day. Hey, I was just overwhelmed. It happens to a lot of ladies, especially those who can‟t believe they are marrying their dream man.” I angled my head and smiled.
“Oh really.” He disappeared into the bathroom while I sighed and collapsed on the bed, tired.
We walked out to a loud roar from the ladies and gentlemen present. It was a casual cocktail and poolside party. The men had jeans and t-shirts while the ladies wore skimpy dresses. Why did I call them dresses? Some had bikinis, what I call just pants and bra. Every man had a girl or two by his side and some even had three, I could finger about three of them like that. I was the holiest in a pair of bum shorts and a tang top. Altogether, there were about thirty people.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, with me here is the man of the day with his Cinderella,” A guy who had introduced himself to me as Bright at the wedding announced. “So we’re gonna be making a toast to their arrival so the party begins in earnest.”
His words were met with another loud roar of praises and hailing. Collins smiled and waved them while I followed suit. After the toast, he said a few words of appreciation for honoring him on his wedding and presented me to them as “Our Wife“. I shot him an inquisitive stare but he never bothered to look at me. The ladies kept smiling and staring at me with an aura of acknowledgement. Somehow they kept me uncomfortable. Music came on and the dance floor opened. Some people plunged into the pool and floated with the help of the rubbers on the water. A lot of people began approaching me and kept saying “Welcome to the family.”
What family were they talking about? I was wondering when a still small voice from the back of my mind whispered to me, “Don’t you think you‟re playing Vera‟s tape in your head? Do you like to keep this veil over your face? Can‟t you see? These people are beautiful and love you so much, they are family. Just tell yourself, welcome home and put Vera to shame.”
The word, Vera injected vigor from nowhere into me. I felt doused with courage and regretted being deluded by Vera‟s text. From then onward, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle.
I was basking in this new trend when the unthinkable happened. I felt a hand from behind grab my ass like one would grab a LovePeddler. I was wondering what was wrong with Collins, he wouldn’t do such a thing in public. I wrestled free and turned to meet a huge dark bearded guy with a gawky smile that instead of brightening his face wrecked it more.
“Come on bitch, I love that ass. We’re gonna rock that ass tonight, what do you think?” He said with a foreign accent.
Glaring at him with absolute disgust, I retorted.
“Well I think you’re very disgusting with a face like a wrecked baboon. I can’t help but blame your father who was too poor to buy a condom when bleeping the LovePeddler that was your mother.” I snapped strongly.
Well, I thought he looked scary when he smiled, but my words made him look beastly and quite horrific. I could liken him to Shrek.
“What the Bleep did you say?” He snarled and looked scarier as he bared his irregular canine.
His enigmatic figure sent shivers down my spine and stood my hairs straight. What had I done?
“Buggy chill, what happened?” I heard Collins’s voice approach from behind me and that gave me some relief.
“This bitch needs to be taught some lesson about using her cavity. Or I‟m gonna slice her up and serve my dogs on a plate for dessert.” The ugly-faced man said angrily.
“What’s going on?” Another man asked and soon we were forming a small crowd.
I explained what happened to Collins who shook his head to my shock and said, “Well, you have to be careful how you talk around here.”
“Is that what you have to say? Someone grabbed your wife’s ass hours after you married her and this is what you have to say Collins?” I was utterly amazed.
I watched as they all made faces towards me and began telling Collins his wife was rude. I was bewildered and wondered what a joke they were, all of them, including my pathetic husband.
“Just take me out of here now please.” I bellowed.
Collins grabbed me by the hand, just under the shoulder and headed for my room. As soon as we were inside, he slammed the door behind us and sat me down.
“Now listen! You overreacted.” He sounded serious.
“How would you say that? He came from behind and grabbed my ass like I was his pro and I couldn’t take that. You should be warning him off. For crying out loud, this is our post wedding party of all things and I should be the queen here, hello! What is all this? I served that big for nothing fool what he deserved and gimme the chance over and over again I‟ll only use it better in getting the better of him… Shameless bastard.” I said impatiently.
Collins stayed calm until I was done and grunted. He turned around and placed both hands on his side, then paced about in the room.
“Okay fine, just stay in here and forget the party.”
“I was never going to step out anyway.Like you knew my mind.” I walked towards the bed.
“Alright, I‟ll go and attend to my guests.” He said and started leaving.
“Well that‟s what happens when you refused to accept my own guests. Rubbish and condiments.” I swore under my breath as he said nothing and shut the door behind him.
Enraged, I slammed clenched fists into the bed as the music from the party downstairs blared on. I approached the window to take a view of the beast one more time. The entire space and rooms linked to it had been booked by my husband, meaning only them had access, both viewing and entry access to the venue. I saw Collins go to speak to Shrek and they exchanged brawls before the other guys intervened and calmed them. They hugged afterwards with the other guys trying to appease them.
What were they up to? Why didn’t everyone and even Collins refute what he did? They all seemed to be comfortable with it and Collins thought I overreacted? I retreated to my bed very angry but helpless...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:37am On Jan 20|
We‟d hardly talked to each other on our way home. My tongue was tied and I couldn’t speak as a result of what had met my eyes downstairs as I went looking for my man.
“I can‟t believe I started my marriage on this note.” I eventually broke the eery silence between us as we finished unpacking.
He didn’t say anything, rather he went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and cried, clutching a pillow to my chest. What had I not done for Collins. I had never denied him sex. I ensured each time he had it to his full no matter how sore my vagina felt. I had become a intimacy gadget over the past few months of knowing and being with him.
“Why are you crying?” I didn’t hear him come out. I turned around to find him Unclad. He had just showered.
“Isn’t that a dumb question?” I asked angrily.
“I think you‟re just overreacting.” He never cared.
“Overreacting you say?” I shook my head with series of claps.
“Yes of course. What‟s the big deal?” He asked.
His words dealt me a blow and he suddenly became irritable to me.
“That I found my newly wedded husband frolicking in a pool with five girls is not reason enough to be mad? Eh Collins? What sort of rubbish talk is that? How long have we been married?” I was so infuriated.
“You should have simply joined the other ladies.” He said calmly. “Most of those people you saw there are couples, but no one gives a hoot. We mingle like that. If we must be spouses, then you need to get used to it. Sex is meant to be enjoyed, and variety is the spice of life. Don‟t be so naive and conservative, look at the bright side of everything and you would be thankful.” He was still being carefree.
Oh my God! What nonsense was he talking about?
Collins came and sat beside me, “In that family, we don‟t know who is married to who. When you‟re Hot, you turn to the nearest person to you.” He held my shoulders.
“You must be sick. So it‟s true that you‟re a lunatic?” I snapped his hands off me.
His face tightened in a frown. “What did you just say?”
“I said it’s true you‟re a lunatic! I should have listened.” I let out again.
“Who did you talk to?” He asked with rage written on his face.
“What does it matter? It‟s obvious that you are a lunatic. No normal person thinks the way you do.”
I had barely completed my sentence when a deafening slap landed on my face. Few seconds darkness befell me and left me groping for safety. Before I could catch my breath, another one came from the other side of my face and sent me crashing on the floor from the bed.
“I can‟t see. Oh God I can‟t see.” I screamed.
“Are you going to tell me whom you’ve been talking to?” I heard him cross over the bed to where I was. I struggled to scurry away from him but he caught me with his strong arms. The same arms that were firm when we made out and contributed to our fun, were the ones that kept me from safety. I was crying but he didn‟t care, rather he pinned me to the floor yelling threats to my face. He threatened to kill me if I didn’t tell him.
“It‟s Vera… It’s Vera.” I struggled to speak from choking under his grip on my neck.
“So you were discussing me with her and lied when I asked you?” He landed me more slaps, this time accompanied by punches from clenched fists. I wrestled to defend myself from the punches but it seemed to do little.
He tore my clothes off my body and raped me. I lied there, motionless and passive, writhing in pain as he had his way until he was done and left me alone on the floor, crying with the little strength left in me. Collins dressed up and left the house that evening and never returned until the next day.
When I acquired some strength, enough to get me off the floor, I dragged myself to the bed and propped myself against it. My head ached. I didn’t know who to talk to. I was alone and really alone in this. I couldn’t deal with complaining about the marriage I boasted about just a day after it started. Who would even make a sense from what I might have to say? It would just be awkward. How would I explain that my husband was swamped by five ladies and doing orgy sex in my post wedding party while I dozed off in the bedroom upstairs.
I dragged myself further towards the bathroom and on getting by the mirror I decided to have look. I had become black eyed, with a red patch on my left white eye, the very eye that received a larger number of the punches. I need a doctor.
After cleaning up, I knew I had to do something, call someone or at least get some medication. I dressed up in something nice and casual. I fluffed my hair so it would fall freely and cover the landmarks Collins had planted on my face. I picked a pair of shades from their rack and thought it covered well. I started leaving only to get to the exit door and realized it was locked. I had been locked in by Collins. What was he wishing me? It was three hours since he left and my head was still pounding from the panel beating I received from him. I slumped into one of the couches and remained there for a long time before searching the entire house for any medicine I could find. Fortunately, I found some pain relievers and took them. Few minutes later, I slept off.
I was still sleeping when I noticed someone‟s presence in the room. I was still trying to wake up when Collins joined me in bed and hugged me tight from behind. He remained that way and didn’t let me wriggle free from his grip. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ears.
“I‟m sorry baby. It all ended yesterday. It will never happen again.” He said with the coolest of voices.
I broke down and cried...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:15am On Jan 21|
Life after the wedding day saga felt so rosy and aroused the concretisation of the saying that ‘it’s not about the start but the end.’ We might not have started well, but I believed we were on course to bliss. Collins became a darling once again. He treated me like a king would treat his queen, holding and squeezing my hands occasionally and pecking my forehead as a conclusion to every decision making. He would pat my back with assurance and cupped my face in his hands when he wanted to clarify me.
Few days after my black eye had disappeared and my red eye also, we set for Dubai. Our trip started on Facebook before we flew on Snapchat and later landed on Instagram. All other of my social media handles had their fair share. This time, my settings were not altered rather I had to tag some people in a bid to ensure the posts never eluded Vera. She had become a silent preacher of marriage and good homes with some decent pictures of blissful moments with Desmond. They were expecting a baby even.
A cold wordless war was going on between Vera and me, a cyber war. If she was aware of this war was something I never gave a hoot about rather I had solace in the fact that my fan base had increased drastically because of my slay pictures and short videos. My several pictures around the fleet of cars that graced Collins’ compound, including that of his neighbours helped me a lot. I simply entered the Range Rover Sport and took pictures in the driver’s seat, behind the wheel, playing music and turning my head left to right like a standing fan and before a minute, it had hit over a hundred likes and hearts with comments from drooling admirers.
I began hosting contests and rolled out huge amounts of cash on Facebook and Instagram. My road to fame was made easier than others road to toilets, or so it seemed.
As soon as we arrived Dubai International Airport, we had a chauffeur driven car waiting to take us to a cabin near the beach. The interior was state of the art and luxuriously furnished with furniture sets, chandeliers, a plasma TV and a 70’s recorder. From the bedroom upstairs, we had access to a view of the beach with white and black skins bared under the sun. Everything about the cabin felt like I was shooting in a music video. In my mind’s eyes, I put golden chains on Collins over a big white t-shirt and sagged pair of white jeans trousers and loafers; he looked like Davido. I just needed to dance and twerk and frolic around Collins before a camera, under lights and boom mic, for the feeling to be complete.
It felt even cooler being made love to by Collins on that large bed. We spent more time idling about, sensualising our bodies. Touching and teasing erogenous parts; his nipples, ear lobes, back of my neck, my arms and lot of other places. The cuddling was grand.
We spent our honeymoon on sightseeing and shopping in several of Dubai’s malls. The highlight of our stay was a visit to the Seven Star Burj Al Arab Jumeirah. The sight of gold stung with me as I gawked at the golden walls and decors of the massive hotel that was symbolic of the United Arab Emirates. That day culminated in an intense love making.
All these happened and not a thing missed the social media. My fans went with me to Dubai, they knew and could tell my story better than me, especially those prolific and talented writers among them. I was ponderously rummaging the cabinets and dark corners, looking for nothing exactly, just idling away as I waited for Collins to return from a business meeting he had scheduled after luckily running into an old associate of his father’s.
My mind idled on why Vera had never reacted to any of my posts; not even a single shade talk more of a sub. Damn! That girl was saner than I had thought. What ever was wrong with her, I rebuffed the thought with a jeering face.
I decided to check our clothings and other stuff in preparation for our departure since we had barely three days left. I was searching the wardrobe when I found a round knob at one end. I didn’t understand it but just decided to turn it. I tried turning it clockwise but it didn’t move so I tried anti-clockwise and it broke free after the second attempt. After turning the knob, the board behind it loosened and I shoved it inside. I needed a flashlight and quickly recouped one. I flashed it in and found some framed pictures and other photos stacked together. I pulled them out and retreated to the table to study them.
The face I saw in the framed photos looked familiar. Yes, my brain quickly called it up. It was the huge dark predator at the post wedding party. It was Shrek, the ghoul Collins had addressed as Buggy. I began to sweat and shake visibly in the air-conditioned room. What was his picture doing here? Perhaps he used this room also or even owned it.
I quickly sought to see what the other stacked pictures held. My eyes bulged at the sight of what I had forgotten, what I once thought was hallucination. So it was real? The same things I had seen in Collins’ room the first time, even a scarier sight. I searched from picture to picture at how women were bondaged and fastened to an apparatus where they were tortured and used for sexual gratification. Conspicuous marks from whip lashes and dripping blood decorated the women’s bodies as their faces writhed in pain and tears. What was all this?
Curiosity led me to view more and by the time I got to the last photo, I was convinced that the room in the photos was in the cabin I had been sleeping, eating and making love in. I was totally oblivious of the spooky nature of this house, enjoying what was supposed to be a nightmare for me. The revelation made me shudder and drop one of the framed photos to shatters on the floor and jolted me from the seat. I wanted to see it all.
I knew I had to search the house to find this room. Where else could it be? I had entered all the rooms in the house so no room that size could be anywhere on the surface of the earth, sharing the same building with the one I was in. I was about giving up when I tripped and fell, crashing into a flower pot just under the staircase. I was struggling to stand when I caught a glimpse of a squat door on the floor underneath the staircase.
Yes, there was a basement. I struggled to my feet and went to check the door. The metal latch on the door was posing some difficulty but I forced it open anyway and found a wooden staircase that led into a steep darkness. I went back to retrieve my torch and returned to calm my curiosity. I took one step at a time, descending the creaking stairs without a rail. I flashed my torchlight but couldn’t see much ahead.
At the foot of the stairs, I searched and found a light switch. As soon as I switched on the lights, my jaw dropped and my stomach churned. My head swirled around me and my limbs lost their strenght. I slumped and passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on the bed and Collins had almost packed all our bags. I didn’t understand what he was up to. In a flash, the pictures of the basement, the sight of bondage apparatuses looking like a serial killers laboratory, the whips and chains and clips and needles, they all came back. With a jerk, I thrust myself up to a sitting position, startling Collins to an abrupt turn.
“You’re awake.” He turned and continued packing.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” He has a way of avoiding questions.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is his picture doing here?” I asked through squinting eyes...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:14am On Jan 22|
The trip back to Nigeria was a silent one. We hardly spoke to each other but for the essentials. I was struggling amidst mixed feelings of what I had encountered and the tragedy that was befalling the family in my Parents in-law’s accident.
“Yes, Buggy owns that cabin.” Collins said long after we had boarded. “Like I told you before, we’re family.”
I didn’t say anything. I adjusted my ear plugs but Collins knew better that I’d surely hear him if he talked and continued.
“I know you are bothered by the things you saw, you should have steered clear of all obscurities.” He nearly sounded sorry.
He shook his head. “You should never have entered that room.” When he realised I was never going to reply him, he gave up and cuddled to sleep.
As soon as we arrived Lagos, we went straight to see them at the hospital. On arrival, my father in-law had passed away and my mother-in-law was dealing with a High Blood Pressure. Two days later, she also joined her husband.
Collins cried uncontrollably and lost his manly poise. It took another two weeks to get him to feed well and all that time he was easily irritable. He yelled at me at every little thing and threw tantrums all the time.
We buried them and his family didn’t have issues with sharing the properties. Collins was left with the company he was managing in addition to so many other landed properties littered around Lagos.
On this fateful day, I had just left the internet after realising Desmond had set up a pharmaceutical company for Vera as a welcome for their first child which happened to be a boy also. I didn’t like the sound of that. I had left the internet out of frustration, determined to engage Collins as soon as he returned. I was tired of staying at home and playing the role of a intimacy gadget. Collins returned from work and brushed past me into the bedroom. I joined him there and tried to keep low on conversations. I didn’t want to bug him.
“How was your day?” I asked him leaning against the wall as he undressed himself.
“I’m tired of coming home and hearing you recite the same thing everyday.” He mumbled and stopped midway through the sentence.
“What did you say?”
“I’m sure you heard me.”
“Well I had thought about it and decided we’d be talking about that over dinner. But since you brought it up, I don’t have a choice but to talk about it now.”
“I see. I will as well one day remind you to breathe. You can’t for once be useful to yourself besides flooding the internet with every breath you take as if you can pay for a thing in your life.”
“What’s this all about? If somehow you were frustrated at the office, then be a man and let whatever happened in Vegas remain in Vegas. Stop bringing your frustration home.” My tone had increased involuntarily.
“You’re shouting at me right? Fine, let’s have a chat.” He sat at the edge of the bed. “What can you do?”
I cleared my throat and told him I was a graduate and would love to practice. I told him I wanted a pharmaceutical company. After I relayed it all to him, he was smirking with indignation.
“You’re such a joke. I was always right that you’re good at nothing.” He stood and went into the bathroom.
I was left fuming at his reaction and pouring it all on the pillows. I kicked and punched but the fury never left one bit. He left the bathroom tying a towel around his waist. I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip to control my temper.
“So what are you saying?”
“About what?” He asked expressionlessly.
“About the proposal I just made?” I patiently answered.
“Now get it into your skull.” He said with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. “You are nothing but a scumbag. You are a no good daughter of a frugal asslicking gold-digger… Hey, wait before you say anything… You worth nothing more than mere intimacy gadget, you’re only good for sex and that is why and only why you’re still here.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Did you just say that to me?”
“If you want me to write a thesis about it, I’ll write a hundred pages. You are just a bag of ill luck. Ever since I met you it’s been one ill luck or the other. My business has been dwindling and finally it’s on a steep decline. Then again I lost my parents at the same time. You’re just an omen.”
“Excuse me, are you blaming me for your parents’ demise?”
“Who else Fifi? Who else if not you?” He yelled into my face.
“Do you know what?” I started to say, “I used to think you were just a beast but you’re just a product of frustration.”
I was barely done when stars flew from my eyes and the force of his slamming hand on the side of my head sent me crashing into the bedside cabinet. I struggled to find my footing but he was there already to drag me up. He landed another one that sent me crashing into the mirror and shattering it.
He was yelling abusive words and curses as he battered me. When I stole a glimpse of his face in the chaos, I could only liken it to a beast, an angry and hungry beast out for a kill. I was not only the prey but the threat, the death was glaring that awaited me.
“I’ll show you exactly what you’re good at.” He raged and locked the door before I could get there. I tried to scream but he grabbed me by the throat and choked me, shoving me hard on the bed...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 6:43am On Jan 23|
Biggy was in company of three other guys. I couldn’t place their faces, if they were present at my post wedding party or not. They each gave me a wry smile. I knew my life would be over very soon. Collins should have just killed and buried me, instead of making me go through the pain of gang rape. I knew he called them to have a taste of me – Something Collins told me; after which, I would be welcomed into his family.
“What nonsense family is that, Collins? You all are very sick! Come and untie me from here!” I screamed with the little strength I had left in me.
Collins didn’t care. “Don’t make things worse.” He said.
I started crying. “Collins please don’t do this to me.” I pleaded.
Collins turned a deaf ear, took a bite of an apple and offered some to his friends.
“Oh God, I promise, if this cup should pass me by, I will never ever have anything to do with Collins again. Please Lord, save my life.” I said a silent prayer admist tears and thought of the time I last prayed. “It’s been a very long time, mehn.” I muttered silently.
As I was lost in thought, I never noticed that Buggy had already undressed and began stroking his disfigured joystick with cap like crushed snake head. He was uncircumcised. He approached me with an apple. He offered a bite, but I shook my head and turned it away. It infuriated him, just like Collins.
He threw away the apple in anger and quickly rushed to our wardrobe, brought out a lubricant and poured it all over my body. He leaned over me and started french kissing me. He spread my legs wide open and ate my pussy like a wild lion hungry for a prey. Yes I was buggy’s prey. Each lick felt like I was gnawed by a carnivore. Something that would have been a pleasure was a nightmare to me. Of all people, it was the scary Buggy.
My pussy was so sore and painful. Buggy continued with my exposed vulva and anus. He even tongue bleeped my anus. He was dirty and horrible and scary like that. With the still little strength in me, I begged Collins to tell Buggy to let go of me. I begged him with everything he held dear to him. But he came closer to me and whispered, “You’ll just have to grin and bear him Bleep you. If only you knew how lovely it is to behold.”
I cried and reminded Collins how happy we were the first time I came here. While I cried and begged Collins, Buggy didn’t even care. He was still busy licking my anus like it was the best part of a meal. Then, he proceeded to licking my body like the dog he was. Collins wasn’t moved a bit, even when suddenly, Buggy whipped me so hard! I let out a loud cry. He moaned softly as he grabbed my breast like a hungry infant. Buggy sucked my breast so hard, that I screamed in pain.
It seemed he derived joy when I screamed, because the way he shook when I screamed like a convulsing baby. He was sexually gratified when I screamed. That was his climax, his orgasm, so weird how he did it.
I was tired of crying and screaming in pains. I was already loosing my last strength when one of the guys brought out a drug already in a syringe from a box. With the little strength in me, I pleaded to know what they were about to inject into me. He just whispered that I should calm down, and that the whole process would be painless. I begged for my life like they owned it. Of course they really owned my life.
After I was injected with the content in the syringe, I passed out.
Few hours later, I woke up and found out that I had been untied and wrapped under a blanket. I tried to get up but I had pains all over my body. I had no friend to call for help. The sound of music blared from the speakers in the sitting room.
Then I stretched out my hand to unplug my phone from the socket. As I unlocked it, I saw fifteen missed calls from my mum and younger sister. A message popped up. It was from my younger sister, telling me that she would love to visit before going back to school. I quickly replied her text, not to come as Collins and I had gone for a business trip. I couldn’t allow my younger sister visit me in my husband’s house. Who knows? Collins could rape her in my presence or his cohort could gang rape her and make me watch my own younger sister suffer like me.
I shook my head and immediately my head ached. It felt like I was hit by a train. While I was in the midst of my thoughts, I heard a terrible laughter coming from the sitting room. I recognised it to be Collins and his friends. It was obvious they were still very much around.
I planned on escaping, otherwise, who knew what they would do to me once they realised I was awake? I gathered the little strength in me, picked my purse that had my ATM cards in it and a little money in case of necessity. I tiptoed towards the back door with my slippers held tight to my chest, my phone and my purse held tight under my arms as I made my way towards the back door, praying silently and earnestly not to be caught. I had to help myself even with the soreness of my body which had already affected my gate, I didn’t care...continue
|Re: SECRET BETRAYAL - A Romantic Story by relationship502: 7:13am On Jan 24|
EPISODE 24 (EPISODE FINALE)
I heard distant voices in the background and someone shutting the door, followed by silence. My eyes opened and squinted again from the bright lights that hit my retina and gave me a tough time recognising that I was in a hospital ward. I tried to sit up but my head refused to follow my will. It felt like lead against my skull. I groaned from pain and bit my lower lip as the thoughts of my last few conscious hours flashed back. Tears trickled down the sides of my eyes on to the bed as I sobbed. Thankfully the door opened and a young nurse walked in with a broad smile that felt like home. The name tag on her uniform read Ruth.
“How are you feeling?” She asked while placing a hand on my forehead.
“Where am I?” I ignored her question.
“You don’t have to worry about anything ma’am.” She grinned and felt my pulse. “You’re at Dr. Sam’s Hospital. We have been waiting for you to resuscitate since a gentleman brought you here some few hours ago. He said you slumped at a pharmacy nearby. You know… BarkMed’s Place.”
Her voice was soothing, I thought. “I need to leave here at once.”
She had gone to use the intercom to inform the doctor I had regained consciousness. I made to stand up and felt the pound on my head intensify. That was when I also realised I was on drip, hence had my right wrist fastened to the edge of the bed.
“Don’t do this to yourself ma’am, at least not until the doctor has certified you are okay. We need to identify you please.” She spoke with such calmness that defied my thoughts of a typical Nigerian nurse. She didn’t appeal to me like those that would spank and yell at someone for not pushing so hard in the delivery room.
“Look, I just need to leave as soon as possible.” I winced. “Lemme just leave here please.”
“Please ma’am, the gentleman who brought you here said he’s under instructions.”
“Instructions from who?” I defied my pounding head to rant.
“From the manager at BarkMed’s Place, where you lost consciousness.”
I sighed with relief and relaxed. Ruth seemed relaxed as well.
“Can I have my phone please?”
“Yeah sure. We would have reached out to someone but we’ve not been able to identify you, besides your mobile phone has been locked or we would have reached your…husband or anyone else.” She said as she handed me the phone. I wanted to wonder how she knew I was married when I remembered I had my rings on.
I didn’t know who to talk to. My family was out of it as I didn’t want to cause any form of panic. I didn’t care about my status anymore, I needed help and was going to ask for it, even if it meant putting it up on social media. I wasn’t the first after all. When I unlocked the phone, I realised I’d had twenty seven missed calls, Collins’ alone was twenty. I was sure the others were from his friends’ numbers.
“Thank God.” Ruth looked at me inquisitively as I was glad they hadn’t taken any of the calls to inform Collins about my location.
“I’m sorry we missed the calls that came to your phone. That’s why I was asked to come and get the phone.
“There’s no problem at all.” If only she knew what was on my mind. I called the only person that could understand what plight I was suffering at the time, the only person I should never have called. What face did I have? What guts? But that was the Hobson’s Choice.
The shock in Vera’s voice was almost palpable but the love and wanting was perspicuous.
“Hello love,” her soft voice emanated benignly as the line clicked open.
I lost my vocal cord and my senses turned off. Only one thing happened. I broke down and sobbed.
“Fifi, what’s the matter with you?” She asked with a tone of urgency. I couldn’t bear it anymore and hung up.
Vera called back and at the third ring I picked up and continued to sob. With so much persuasion, I told Vera where I was and why. I could feel the panic in her voice as she told me to hang on, that she’d call back.
I’d hardly taken the phone off my ear when the doctor walked in, a smallish elderly man in his mid-sixties with eye glasses that sat on his nose, farther away from his eyes. He had a way of looking over the rim of his lenses and wore a healing smile. I doubted if people would ever die in this hospital. He examined me and began asking about my identity but I told him he shouldn’t worry, that I could take care of myself.
Vera called back and before the doctor could advise against taking the call I was speaking into the phone already. Vera told me she had excused herself to book the first flight to Lagos the next day. I felt the tears begin to pour out again. She had just put to bed, she was not supposed to travel but she insisted on coming.
“This is exactly what you should avoid in your present condition. You need your loved one around you right now. Your blood pressure is on the high side.” The doctor advised.
“Doctor, you asked for my loved ones right?” I nodded and continued. “She’ll be here tomorrow.”
Before 9am the next morning, the door to my ward opened and Vera poked her head round the door with her angelic smile. I didn’t know how to deal with the guilt that pierced my heart as again tears rolled down my cheeks. I sat up and wanted to stand but she walked in and called out.
“Don’t worry baby, I got you.” She had some bags with her which she laid down at the foot of the bed and came to hug me. We tangled in a tight embrace and cried. She had added weight from child bearing.
“I missed you dear.” She kept saying into my ears as Ruth watched on from the doorway. She had brought her to my ward.
For the first time in my life, I kept nothing from someone in a story about me. I bared it all to her and we wept together. I begged her to find a place in her heart to forgive me.
“You’re such a joke, I didn’t come all this way to judge you or pour out my grievances. I came to see my beauty again. I came because I would never wish anything bad happen to you.” She smiled wide.
Vera’s words cut through me. I leaned forward and hugged her now chubby self again.
“How about the baby?” I asked. “You shouldn’t have left him.”
“He’s in safe hands with my mother in-law. I called D yesterday and told him about your call last night, he just called his mum to come and take care of the baby while I come check on you.”
“Oh my God, you’re blessed dear.” I said, happy for my friend for the very first time.
“You too baby.” She began to unpack the things she had bought. “By twelve thirty, I’ll call D so we have a video chat. He has been asking after you.”
We did the video chat with Desmond and later, I took time to narrate my entire ordeal of a marriage to my best friend. When I was done, she was crying uncontrollably.
She revealed how Collins had come with his apparatus that night which stopped her settlement with him. He’d almost raped her that night if not for the hotel management. She apologized for not telling me all that earlier but swore she would have told me if she had known I was seeing Collins.
She swore to take me with her, that I had no business with Lagos anymore. She had a return ticket waiting for 17:45. She called to book for me too.
My discharge from the hospital was finalised and we thanked the manager of BarkMed’s Place for his hospitality and also the doctor. On our way out I asked Vera to hold on a bit as I saw Ruth arriving the hospital for her shift. She bared that warming smile I thought could resurrect the dead. I beckoned on her to come and give me a hug. While we hugged, I removed the rings, my engagement and wedding rings, and slid them into her hand as we disengaged.
“It costs a fortune. Sell it and do something nice with it.” It felt better that way.
“This is your wedding ring ma’am?” She managed to say amidst her confusion and surprise.
“Yes darling, they don’t guarantee a great marriage, do they?”
She shook her head slowly and I patted her back and joined Vera. I never looked back again.
The flight back to Port-Harcourt was warm and about the coziest and most fulfilling thing that ever happened to me.
On arrival at the airport, Desmond was waiting. After we exchanged pleasantries, he smiled and announced. “Someone is here to say welcome.”
I shot him an inquisitive stare before I spotted Dickson walking through the busy glass doors.
“Did you come with Dickson?” I asked Desmond who shared a knowing smile with his wife. “You guys are mischievous finally.”
They burst into laughter as Dickson arrived and gave me a hug after a brief moment of don’t-know-what-to-do’s...continue
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