slimsue:

Oh my dear EbonyQueen001, am so sorry for ur loss. May God take such misfortune farther away from u IJN.

Thanks slimsue. Amen. I appreciate

Harridwan:

Ehyah,,, pele hope you weren't hurt sha

Physically, i wasn't. It's really painful though.

solomonbrown64:


.,.....Oh my God!!! That's really awful and what bad timing when I had only just sent the file on Sunday. Thank God, you weren't hurt or something even worse. I am really sorry and happy new month....

Yea. Its really painful. I spent the whole of monday and tuesday running around; from court to police station to banks to block my accounts to telecommunication company to retrieve my lines. I lost a lot, but i will surely bounce back. Thanks for dedicatung the last story to me, i really appreciate. Send the file again to my mail. Thanks dear.

oya story of the century

solomonbrown64:


....No vex padi mi...I just weak jawe ....writing something only for that same thing to happen to you... lol..
...
...Can't forget peeps like you — pricelesscharm, nancywealth, vickkydgreat and others now, you guys rock big time....

No qualms Bro., you rock better.

the story Neva finish na solo; completam I take god beg you

Charlesdock:
Where is Solo. Com and sama us wetin happen aftermath oo

imo fransex abi wetin be ur name... if i caught ur mama.... Chai solo u sef fvukup u too nack the babe na!

hmmm solomon,such a wonderful and lengthy story.kip it rolling

oga solo Saturday don reach o

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I set my mind ready, and anticipating what Maddy had to share. I looked down on her as she held me closer and tighter — sinking her head deeper into my chest. It wasn't that I had a really hard chest as I was quite lazy to do any form of workout — a disciplined food regime and more than enough sex kept me in a lean form. I planned to change that part of me though after all this Okoh troubles were over. My charms, my tongue and my bedmatics were more than enough for me to get the best of the best laid but adding a bit of muscle to the whole mix wouldn't be a bad idea.

I was still waiting for Maddy to open up. What happened or perhaps what she did still weighed heavily on her and it takes a lot of trust for one to share the sins of their past to another — affection or not. I kept on playing with her black and brown braids, which was really helping in relaxing her. I could have played wih her ear and perhaps her neck but that would only bring the wrong sensations to her body — one of pleasure and not of relaxation.

Have I ever been in such a situation where I found it really hard to share what I did with someone? I have never but when such secrets I thought were secrets were laid bare to everyone some months back — the devastating effect was more than felt by me. So I will wait. Wait till she is ready.

Maddy finally stopped moving her palms through my thighs and gently pulled away from me. She sat up straight after that and later folded her hands without looking at me and I didn't ask what was wrong or why she pulled away from me like that. I didn't want to ruin her mind and body readiness to share what could be one of the most important events that changed her life completely. Perhaps, only that of her mother's death could be more important than this.

"I was hurt, really hurt by what you did or what I caught you doing." She said suddenly, still folding her arms across her chest and staring into nothing in front of her.

"It was the first time I would experience such a thing — someone lying to my face of how much he cared for me and then screwing other bittches behind me." She continued, now putting her hands on her thighs and clenching them. She was getting angry, another not too good sign.

"I had never felt even a quarter of what I had with you with another dude before and I dated all sorts of guys — black, white and all that but none of them was you." She paused for a while, now looking at my glowing floor.

"When I first saw you one Sunday back in school. I think it was the sixth or seventh Sunday of the first semester. You were a bit late and just breezed through the usher without even acknowledging that he was there, much less following the direction of his hands on where you should sit.
But that wasn't what caught me that day, rather it was the dress you were putting on. You were on straight brown pants and was on the brown version of our twenty-fifth anniversary shirt. You looked really beautiful with your nearly brown skin glowing with your sweat. I was carried away and watched you till fellowship was over. You disappeared just as you came but then I wasn't planning on speaking with you in the first place." She said, confirming my thoughts that Maddy had been stalking me before our eventual meeting that night I have since come to regret.

"The sight of you never left my mind and I didn't know why. I saw you a few days later coming Into the CBN building to probably come read and we passed each other you didn't even look at me, not even a glance. It was as if I wasn't in front of you and that was a first for me. Guys always turned their heads at least twice to look my way and the heads usually remain in that direction whenever I used my accent but that didn't happen with you. I was now the one turning back to take a good look at this guy who just made me seem nonexistent and I had to shake my head.
You were putting on a faded Jean and a red shirt that had seen better days on a rubber sandals which nearly made me laugh. A guy in college wearing rubber sandals was simply not Worth my time I thought but the truth was — how you ignored me hurt me really bad and all that just seemed to draw me to you more and more. I saw you again coming from the Che 177 lab while I was headed to a lecturer's office. You saw me this time which made my heart leap for joy and grazed into my eyes for like two seconds before rolling your eyes like we had some beefs between us. How you treated me was made me nervous and I wondered what I had done to deserve such from you but I later got to know that was just how you behaved." She chuckled and continued.

"Those two seconds our eyes crossed paths didn't leave my head for days and the reason was because of how you looked. The sun was setting that day and was almost below the horizon, almost orange. Due to that and since you were facing the sun, it showed some parts of you I hadn't seen up till then. I saw your brown, nearly black eyes and my God, it was beautiful, far more beautiful as it's intensity was in contrast with the sun's soft glow and what made my heart leap — It was because you had same sort of eyes I had.

I was infatuated with you and those eyes never left my mind. I continued to watch you until I finally decided to take the step and call out to you that Sunday. I expected a tough approach from you but you were surprisingly easy as you were just a teenager but still I was strangely attracted to you. The whole romance started and I got to know you better and in so doing, I began to merge with you without even me knowing. I realized this when I cried after you left me the day we tried anal sex — I felt rejected and dejected and trust me when I say I rarely get such feelings. Your neglect tore into me like a laser and for once I felt this strange burn in my chest. It was amazing and tears gathered around my eyes as I discovered both to my horror and joy that I was now in love. I could feel love and was loved equally by someone for once in my life. It was too much for me and I broke down in tears." She paused again, softly crying now.

I thought of helping with her discomfort but decided against it. This had always been something she wanted to let off her chest and if crying was part of it, then I had absolutely no right to stop her from expressing herself in that way.

"The thought scared me though." She resumed. "Being in love scared the shitt out of me and I started acting out against it — acting out against the person making me feel that way. I acted out against you, hoping you would leave but you didn't. My bittchy attitude only drew you closer to me and I swear it broke me. You became a better lover and did things that I thought was far above your age. You were always there for me and even enjoyed cooking with me which was something I loved truly. I felt and saw what love was supposed to me — what it was supposed to look like and I stupidly gave myself away — gave my heart to a man I never really found out if he was truly the lovely person he had presented himself to be to me.

I was fooled by those simple romantic gestures of yours and rightly so because I had never had them with any guy before. It was something new to me and without you even knowing, you used that to shatter the walls I had kept there as a child and resurrected what had been buried and long forgotten. I fell and fell like a fool. I made one mistake and it was a really grave one. I felt stupid when that fat bittch locked lips with you and wondered why I never saw that cheating trait in you all this time. When we first met, you were a bit nervous and shy and then few weeks later, you were suddenly dominant and knew what and what not to do — relationship wise. You could make me feel wanted and wet with just the movement of your eyes. Your sly grins and deliberate soft touches when you needed to use them usually set me on fire. Your sudden new ways in bed and how you usually drove me mad for someone who was only a virgin before was quite outstanding.

I had thought it was because you read about them and really wanted to satisfy me and make our relationship stronger but what I didn't know was that you were experimenting with w.hores around and perfecting the practises you later used on me. The w.hores were your Guinea pigs while I was the human trial. I felt bad and was rightly angry at what I saw and what pissed me even more later was the fact that you tried to win my heart back by doing what made me lose my defenses in the first place — those stupid romantic gestures." She was visibly angry as she remembered that day and clenched her knuckles even harder.

"You weren't truly sorry for what you did but you hoped to win me back by doing what won me in the first place and that hurt, that feeling of being manipulated hurt really bad and I decided to know you for once. So, I started following you whenever you left my place. You would always return back to school but one day, you didn't reach the school gate and instead, turned into Agbowo. I was intrigued and continued following you until you turned right and got into a tiled road. You kept on walking and stopped at a gate, before putting your hands into your pockets and bringing out a set of keys and then walked into the house.

I watched all this from some distance and then returned home. You kept visiting and I kept following and once again you turned into Agbowo and stopped at that house. I waited the next day and got into the compound to find out if you lived there and a young woman said you did. She pointed to an apartment at the far end and when I saw some of your clothes spread out on the ropes, I knew what she said to be true even if I didn't want to believe it. I walked back home with a burn in my heart because I didn't want to believe that you could rent an apartment outside school and never bothered to tell me about it or take me to it even once. I was hurt because it dawned on me that you had been cheating on me for a long, long time.

I went back home and thought about everything and then I realized that there were some days you only called and never visited me. You always made it seem like you were reading or busy but then I knew better. I knew that you were probably screwing some other bittch at that time and so I decided to visit you one Wednesday afternoon. I got there and knocked but decided against it and tried the door to find it surprisingly opened. I got in to find you drilling hard and fast into some bittch and right there, I snapped. I knew you were cheating but to see you live in action was too much and I reacted to how I was hurt and I nearly knocked myself out for not cutting off your balls that day but rather kicking it." She laughed.

"I staggered back home in pains, wondering why I never saw this on time but I knew once again you would come begging and hoping to manipulate me again. I wasn't having that and saw to it that you never saw me again. I travelled back to the States after getting hurt once more in this rotten country." She said and started crying for real this time. All her rage had been used up and all that remained was pains, pains and pians — the worst of it was about to be said.

I reached this time to cuddle her but she stood up instead and went towards the TV.
"I told my sister what happened and she wanted to hurt you really bad but I told her not to. I was a mess and couldn't get myself for months. I had no direction and purpose — I didn't know what to do with my life. Eve tried to get me dates but I had no interest partly because she had gone down with them already and also because I had no interest. I was indoors most of the time and had to bare the noise of my sister's love making sessions almost very night and that only made me miss you even more.

My sister was training really hard and working out just as much, hoping that she would even make the reserve team for the long jump athletes. She didn't look the type to find love but she did, eight months after I came back. She met this guy in a train and they just hit off. He was tall, very tall — about 6'3 but lean with muscles though, just like you. He was quite handsome with piercing green eyes even if he was black. He was an aspiring lawyer and was almost through with college. Despite his size and height, he was a lovely man — he had a kind soul as he was Christian, a conservative as I loved calling him.

He made Eve see beyond sex and plain sex. He was there with her during her training — pushing and driving her to the goal — which was the Olympics. He was with her at the gym and countless times would cook with us at home. He was open and would usually tease Eve about her lack of faith which she would usually brush aside. He was kind and I knew without much thought that he was the emotional type. He was a good orator and I thought he would make a better preacher than a lawyer — a joke he took to heart. He knew about Eve's condition but that didn't drive him back, instead he drew closer to her — driving her to see the doctor — praying for her and also helping with her medications.

He wasn't pretending, he truly loved Eve and she loved him even more but instead of me to be happy for my sister. I was jealous. Jealous because that was what you were supposed to be — loyal, truthful and irrevocably faithful. I was envious and the thoughts of having him in me grew by the day. I tried one day to seduce him with my shorts but he gently pushed me aside and warned me against doing that to him again but his refusal only made even more desirable. I kept trying but he kept refusing me and one day he warned me against doing that or else he would have to tell my sister. I didn't listen and got him sedated since I was a chemist anyway.

I took off his d.ick and stroked it till it became erect before mounting it and riding it to several orgasms. I was happy that I had finally gotten laid and didn't think it wrong because in my mind, I was having sex with you but Remy didn't see it that way. He got up the following morning to the smell of sex on him and knowing fully well that Eve was yet to return from a seminar and we were the only ones at home. His eyes grew wild when he realized what had happened and without asking much questions he left. He never returned to our house again and did his best to stay away from Eve but she persisted, wanting to know why he would just leave like that but the answer he kept giving was that he had committed a grave sin.

Due to Eve's persistence, he almost took his life which forced the police to issue a restraining order on her. She was confused and when she asked, I acted like I didn't know what happened but she later connected the dots and Remy after a period of seeking God's forgiveness finally told her what took place that night. He said he couldn't continue with her as he could never forgive himself for what happened. He blamed himself but Eve blamed me. She lost focus after the whole fiasco and didn't make the team. She grew increasingly frustrated and had more crises than ever before but one day, she cleaned her tears and returned to college where she studied photography.

She acted like all was fine between us but I knew it wasn't. She got her butt injected to a perfect 38 inches and ever since then, have made my life a living hell for me. I have changed jobs more than five times as she keeps finding ways to get them to send me away. I am barely making it through and I am still on this job because lately, her focus has been on you. My father's wealth is now my saving grace and should I lose it — I am done. Eve blames me for ruining her life and taking the one thing that ever mattered to her from her but all I did was have sex with her man — something she does all the time to me even before she met Remy." She said with an innocent look on her face.

"Solomon, I need you to help me fight this woman and we both know that your resources ain't enough...." She said, now kneeling in front of me but I wasn't buying that from her.
Eve might have desired to fvck me but when she saw that I was her sister's cure, she let go and didn't sedate me to have my way. Maddy was just one selfish, cold bittch and only wanted things for herself alone. Her evil deeds have now kept me in a tight spot.

I stood up but Maddy held me back,
"Solomon, please." She pleaded after she saw that I wasn't buying her bullshit and for her to even have the nerve to blame me for her own decisions.

"...Maddy, you are a bittch." Was all I could say before I went up to my room. I had been used once by the Okoh'— I won't be used again, I vowed.


..........Let the likes and comments flow..

frankofafrica:
the story Neva finish na solo; completam I take god beg you

....No worries, I will complete it...

EbonyQueen001:


Yea. Its really painful. I spent the whole of monday and tuesday running around; from court to police station to banks to block my accounts to telecommunication company to retrieve my lines. I lost a lot, but i will surely bounce back. Thanks for dedicatung the last story to me, i really appreciate. Send the file again to my mail. Thanks dear.

.....Really sorry for what happened and I certainly hope it doesn't bring about any sort of trauma... I have sent the file....

solomonbrown64:


.....Really sorry for what happened and I certainly hope it doesn't bring about any sort of trauma... I have sent the file....

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solo don't complete the story , keep it rolling.
i wish the story never finishes.

Lolzzz really Won't be used bt any of the okoh? My broda you're wrong!!!!!!! Ur problem just start gan self......... Solo thsnks for the update... Pls when is the LAST WOLF comming out nah can't wait anylonger I swear..

Oh Boy... Shit Jst Got Real.Ur only Way Out Is If Eve Gets Fogive Maddy,bt I dont c Dat Happening.Welldone Bro Wen Is D Next Update Cming Up?

This story should be change to Solomon vs the Okoh Sisters

mfujah:
imo fransex abi wetin be ur name... if i caught ur mama.... Chai solo u sef fvukup u too nack the babe na!

I do not understand what you're saying

Charlesdock:
I do not understand what you're saying

i don't know i quoted u... was just angry at fransess in the story..

Solomon, u are doing great with dis story. For guys dat can screw screw come n see ur end in dis story. Thumbs up. Wa gbayi joor

solomonbrown64:


.....Really sorry for what happened and I certainly hope it doesn't bring about any sort of trauma... I have sent the file....

Thanks. I will be fine. I don't wish to experience such again...
I just saw it, i will start work on it by monday.

Finally we know the reason. But Maddy went too far.

wow what a story

mfujah:
i don't know i quoted u... was just angry at fransess in the story..

That is the spirit of the story.

Charlesdock:
That is the spirit of the story.

Onestly..... am really not a reading type but this story took that life out of me... i read anything i come across..lol.... thanks to solo

Solo no update today ni?? Abeg o

Not bad

mr solo i must confess i am a getting addicted to the literature section here on nairaland thanks to your captivating story,and tho i've not been commenting for that am sorry man,but i do follow back to back and guess what i noticed my mood changes from gud to bad to gud again so on,and now am addicted..kudos bro

am inside a police cell because of one stupid fight way no consign me, nd i begged nd bribed one of the officers to pls help me with my phone dat i have a story i won't afford to miss, my broda pls cum nd give me d 500naira i gave dat officer or!!!!!!!! comments reserved...........

when is d next update

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I wasn't in my room to sleep; I couldn't anyway even if I wanted to. Sleep was now a luxury in the sort of situation I had found myself in. A lady I never admired and had only seen for the first time when she teased me back then in church but had been stalking me on her part came to me and there I thought that God had finally answered my prayers. But I have known for a long time that it wasn't God — it wasn't divine and surely wasn't my destiny. I made a few stupid choices and the miserable situation where I have found myself are the chain reactions to those decisions.

Yes — I didn't make that choice for Maddy to desire what was never hers and eventually got what she wanted in the worst cruel way possible. I had no power over what Eve decided to do to hurt her sister which included destroying me in the process but I had control over the relationship I had with Maddy before all this began. I had the power of persuasion — always have — and could have easily called Maddy aside, looked her in the eyes and with pain and passion in my them — asked where she thought our relationship was heading for. But no, I decided to leave that and just keep her. I wanted her arse to be bouncing off my shaft every now and then.

I loved her voice, her curves and edges; I loved the way she cooked, the way and manner in which she fvcked and I secretly admired her authoritarian attitude sometimes. But the truth was; I was selfish and wanted it all. There was nothing really peculiar about Maddy that I couldn't find in Bukky or Francess. I could have let the woman who laughed off my professions go and settle for those who would blush at such words of: I love you, make me your man and all that. But since I had this feeling that I was practically invincible, I continued being a player — a choice that has nearly ruined everything good in my life and put me in the middle of two women with brain disorders and as such pretty much expected to act like children.

My choices might have been fvcked up and quite amateurish now that I think about it but nothing hurts more than the fact that I have no clue on how to tackle this problem. I have no clue on make a deeply hurt woman look away and put behind her what has happened and can never be changed. I have no clue on convincing a woman to look beyond the thirst for vengeance and for her to see that the whole desire to hurt another person is doing more harm than good to her. I have no clue.

I sighed and undressed to have my shower. I did that quickly and put on a short and a vest before returning to the living room to find Maddy watching a fashion programme. She looked up at me as I climbed down the stairs and I was able to see that her eyes were red. She must have been crying and this could have been a daily routine for her everyday — constantly regretting why she ever did what she did — why she ever fell for such temptations. I joined her on the couch and put her head on my chest. We make stupid decisons sometimes and a few of those times, those choices could lead to a whole lot of pain and loss but the one thing that pulls us out of that guilt is forgiveness — something Eve doesn't clearly have.

"How do you hope go take down your sister?" I whispered.

"I don't know, I really don't." Yeah, I had always known that but the confession pretty much nailed me.
"I have tried severally to make her see the fact that I never anticipated something of sort to happen but she doesn't believe me. She is of the opinion that I was envious of what she had and sought out to ruin it after my own loss. But I saw something different about Eve when you were with her in London. I saw a twinkle in her eyes — a sign of happiness and of course her own being was covered in guilt when she came to see me."

"What are you trying to say here, that I can convince her to forget about hurting you or something?" I asked in disbelief.

"No, of course not. All I am saying is that you must have reminded her of Remy with whatever you did while with her over there and that has calmed her a bit because trust me — Eve would never have told you her plans indirectly when she visited you the manner she did if she doesn't care for you. I believe she does and is now afraid to hurt you which is why she wants you out of the way and that feeling of care, Solomon might be our way out of all this."

"Why do you even think that I will help in whatever you want by marrying you in the first place? Why do you have it in that mind of yours that I would want to spend the rest of my life with you?" I asked with an angry tone.

"Because we both know that one way or another, you have a hand in what has happened to us both. You also care enough about me and of course there is something about the first woman you loved enough to sleep with. I might not have been the perfect girlfriend and even now, I am far from being the same kind of woman but there is a chemistry between us — an unseen connection that hasn't waned nor died out through the years but remained just as solid. You might not love me as you used to and that love might never come back but I do love you and always will. You are the only man on this earth that I feel any form of emotion for. Losing you before was one of the worst moments of my life — losing you again will surely be the end for me.

You might not love another woman the way you did Dotun and that I perfectly understand. I do not want that sort of love though, all I want is that feeling of care you once had for me. I want you to know that I matter to you and to the kids we will have. I do not want a repeat of what happened while I growing up which is the primary reason for the dysfunctional life both I and my sister are living. And that's simply because there is no one for us to look up to. No mother and a father who doesn't think we are worth a coin because we are women. He wanted a boy but he never had one. I want a big family, Solomon and right from the day we shared words and then body fluids, I knew you were the man that would bring such to pass." She concluded her very interesting speech which pierced through every part of my being but I wasn't ready to jump as I would have before. I must think about this.

"Are you proposing?" I asked just to make her laugh and she did...

"Oh, don't be dumb. Of course I wasn't. I was only telling you that life has a way of not giving us what we might truly want but we soon learn to live it with it and love it. You loved Dotun more than she could ever know. You were rich, stable in mind and ready for marriage but a single display from a woman made you lose her and as it turned out, her love for you was only superficial. Now, l loved you and was scared to tell you this and because of that I lost you and if it hadn't been for Eve, you would have been married by now to a woman who you love more than she does you but that didn't happen because Life isn't always a straight forward equation. Now we don't have to think about your choice or who you might spend the rest of your life with but it is important that we find a way to make Eve see the light and only you can make her do that. Now, I know you are smart and finding a way around this shouldn't be too hard for you." Maddy replied me with a strange enthusiasm.

"I will see what I can do." I simply said because I had no plans and I didn't like the strange confidence Maddy had in me.

"You need to be going now, it's late already." I said and I regretted that immediately. I had already forgotten about the wear the beautiful woman was putting on and when she stood in front of me and then turned around — I kept aside all of my problems and concentrated on the nice ass in tight pants in front of me. Blood rushed with speed faster than sound to my shaft and in a second, it was at full mast. I didn't want this but I couldn't control myself especially when it involves a woman who I have feelings in any form of spandex material. That sight was always the end of discussion.

I stood up and she knew I would anyway — this woman knew me more than any other except for my mum. I looked straight into her eyes and slowly reached for her lips — the lips I hadn't felt for almost a decade now. I did finally and the feeling was immense — it was like something dead within me came back to life. An electric current pass through my spinal cord down to my back and while that seemed to add an extra girth to my shaft, it also brought the thoughts that Eve might not like the fact that I slept with her sister only come and solicite for her to put aside her desire for Vengeance. If she truly sees Remy in me, then I would only hurt her more should I sleep with Maddy. There would be time for this later — for now, my shaft must be kept in place.

It took a lot from me to pull out of the kiss but I did and stepped away from her as quickly as I could.
"Let's take it slowly, okay? I need to get some sleep and you should too. I will get across to Eve and whatever happens, I will let you know." I said, breathing hard as I tried to bring my raging shaft down. It is really hard to turn a blind eye to your most treasured fantasy when it is just a few metres from you in almost the perfect package. But I did and managed to walk Maddy to her car without touching her. My heart was beating fast and keeping my hands to myself was really difficult but I overcame the temptation that day. Maddy took my rejection in good faith and kissed me for a while before finally leaving.

I returned to my living room sweating but damn, I had missed those lips — those natural plump ones of hers. I cleaned my face and wondered what I was going to tell Eve. How do I tell a woman who thinks that she can never get a man like Remy again and has set her one purpose in life to see her sister in pain? How in God's name am I going to do that?

I slept off regardless of my problem and woke up the next day feeling a bit flushed. I guess it had to do with the kiss; there was indeed something about the first woman whom you did it with that you actually cared about — not a w.hore though. I took my bath and headed for work and when it was lunch, I picked my phone and dialled Eve's personal cell. She picked at the second ring,

"Had a good time screwing her, didn't you?" She mocked.

"How are you doing today?" I asked instead, ignoring her tease.

"Oh, I am well. Just waiting to hear your decision and by the way, thanks for asking." She mocked, yet again.

"If you are not busy, meet me at sweet sensations, abule-egba, today at six in the evening." I said.

"And why can't we meet at your place, I really don't feel like talking in public today." She replied which greatly pissed me off. She knew how to coerce me into following her to the States in that same restaurant but now she suddenly hates talking about family in the public.

"I prefer the eatery as I am more comfortable there. Don't want to invite you to my house yet, you haven't earned it."

"But Maddy has." She said, chuckling after.
"It's your house or no meeting." She threatened as it seems that was what her life was about.

"You need the favour woman, and not me. I can make my decision nonetheless and you won't do jack. We both know you can't hurt me bittch as I am your Remy now." I gave her own dose of medicine and her sharp intake of breath told me that she knows I have raised my game.

"You dirty, perverted son of a bittch! How dare you mention that name? You are not one-eight of the man he was and will never be... You..." Alright, I was getting bored and needed to return to work.

"....Sweet sensations at six, w.hore. See you there." I said and dropped the call. I knew I should have been more matured in the manner I handled the whole thing but I was just pissed due to her arrogance like she was so invincible when she ain't. I knew quite alright that she would be super pissed now that I know her story and that was what I wanted in the first place. As a bipolar person, Eve doesn't make the best decisions when she is hurt or extremely angry — my time with her in the States made me realize that and now, I can only hope that anger lasts for four more hours. For once in a while now, I finally felt confident again. I smiled and return to work.

fatherb13:
am inside a police cell because of one stupid fight way no consign me, nd i begged nd bribed one of the officers to pls help me with my phone dat i have a story i won't afford to miss, my broda pls cum nd give me d 500naira i gave dat officer or!!!!!!!! comments reserved...........

.....Lol.....I know your condition isn't funny but I had to laugh..... Alright, I don update...

emmanator:
mr solo i must confess i am a getting addicted to the literature section here on nairaland thanks to your captivating story,and tho i've not been commenting for that am sorry man,but i do follow back to back and guess what i noticed my mood changes from gud to bad to gud again so on,and now am addicted..kudos bro

.....Thanks bro... I appreciate it...