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PamelB:
Claire clicked the send icon on her phone and waited. She would do anything to keep her marriage and the first thing on her todo list was booking an appointment with their family doctor who was her husband's friend.
Her phone rang the next minute and she picked it without thinking twice.

"Good morning Doctor James, sorry for disturbing you."

"It's nothing Claire. Your message got me worried, what's the problem?" The sexy baritone voice said from the other end.

"I'm sick doctor and I'm afraid this illness is at the verge of breaking my marriage."

"That's not possible. Have you been tested? Have you ran any test to diagnose the problem?"

"Not yet doc, that's why I'm calling you."

"You did well. Come to the hospital tomorrow and I'll have you checked out. But at the mean time, fight whatever it is that's wrong with you okay?"

Claire heaved a sigh and thanked the young doctor before disconnecting the call. She dropped her phone on the dressing table and headed downstairs. She was going to make lunch for her husband and this illness won't stop her. She got to the kitchen, picked up bitter cola from the jar, peeled the back and threw it into her mouth. She heard it stops people from throwing up. She didn't mind the bitter taste as she chewed, anything to keep her heartthrob happy.



She rubbed his er€ction, this time, letting him know she was doing this on purpose

"Hmmm. Sarah." He moaned

"Sshhh, let me take care of you my love." She unhooked his belt, slowing unzipping his trouser and giving him her best sultry look.

He closed his eyes as soon as her hand gripped his huge member, bringing it out of its safe abode and stroking it gently.

"I'll take you to a place where your wife doesn't know. You'll have no choice but to keep coming to me." She whispered to his ears, opening the buttons of her shirt and exposing her big melons. Her trip to the restroom was to remove her bra and gstring. She would make sure he doesn't come out of this one.

"Look at me." She said, using a finger to draw circles around her giant n!pples.

Micheal slowly opened his eyes and was marvelled at the sight before him. He forcefully pulled her down to him, taking the left tip in his mouth and having the suckle of his life.

A moan escaped Sarah's lips and she clenched her teeth to stiffle it. Micheal was a gentleman to the core but right now, with the way he was feeding from her melons and working his finger into her skirt, he was no longer the gentleman everyone knew.

He found his way into her thighs and forcefully inserted a finger into her wet glory, then another finger, stroking so fast and hard that Sarah couldn't scream. Her eyes were wide open in shock and ecstasy while her mouth formed an "o".
As quick as lightening, he carried her to the couch, pulled down his trouser and boxers and was about pummeling into her when a knock came.

"Fu©k!" He screamed, looking at Sarah who was on the point of tears. Who would ruin this moment for her? She was close to her orgasm and also closer to getting Micheal as her man.

She quickly stood up and started arranging herself while micheal pulled his properties up and went back to his position.
Sarah opened the blinds and turned the air con to the highest before settling down on the couch away from her boss.

The knock came again and this time, Micheal asked whoever it was in, his face in a tight frown.

The accountant walked into the office holding a huge file.

"Good morning sir." The young man greeted

"And what is good about this morning Evan?" Micheal barked.

The young man's smile disappeared immediately. What was wrong with the boss, he had never talked to anyone in that tone before.

"Evan I repeat, what's good about this morning?"

"I'm sorry sir but you asked me to bring this to you while we were at the elevator before I dropped on my floor. I'm sorry if I'm late."

Micheal suddenly felt guilty. He had used the general elevator instead of his personal one because he wanted to interact with his workers. Evan was the youngest male in his company and he had liked the boy the moment he had seen him. This morning, they had chatted like brothers and look how he ruined the boy's day because he wanted to cheat on his wife.

"Uhm, you both should get out now. Evans, bring them after lunch. This isn't a good time for me okay?"

The boy's smile returned. He thanked his boss and left the office. Sarah still sat at the couch, looking expectantly.

"I don't know why you're still there but didn't I just dismiss you and Evan? He's gone so why are you still there?" He asked, avoiding her gaze.

"I, we ....." She stammered

"Get out, just get out."

Tears filled her eyes as she stood up and headed for the door, leaving the office and closing the door behind her. She leaned on it and let the tears fall. He wasn't a nice man after all. Why would he talk to her like that after the moment they had just shared? He is mean.

She heard footsteps and knew the other girls were close. She picked her handbag and ran tp the restroom. She had to fix herself so they wont suspect a thing.

By the time she was back, she looked the professional secretary again, she greeted the girls and walked to her table only for her to get a text message on her office line, "you forgot the mig and cup, this time, make sure you're decent enough to walk in here."

Anger washed over her as she dropped her bag and made for her bosses' office.




Claire drove into the complex in her venza, a gift from Micheal last two months. She parked at her husband's space and came down from the car, opening the back door to bring out the lunch box and shutting the car.
She was dressed in a blue peplon gown whose back was longer, matching it with a silver heel and silver MK handbag.
Her makeup was top notch, just the way her husband loved it.
She wore her usual smile and entered the building, receiving pleasant greeting from everyone she met before going into the elevator. She whipped her phone out and took a selfie which she sent to her husband immediately with the caption, "guess who's coming?"

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor and she got out, stepping into the hall where the three secretaries stayed

Sarah saw her coming and a knot began to form in her throat. Now, she clearly saw why Micheal never looked at her twice.

Claire is an exceptional woman, full of beauty and brains too. She makes heads turn wherever she goes and she saw knows how to flaunt her beauty.
She was chocolate in complexion, more than average in height, her eyes, nose, lips, brows and lashes looked like they weren't natural but no, God had created her in His likeness, taking as much time as possible. Her voice was angelic and to crown it all, she was wearing his ring, for better for worse.

"Hi Sarah dear. You look troubled." Claire greeted after she had spoken with the other two girls.

"Sorry ma'am. I'm sick."

"And you're here, you should take care of your health Sarah. Please"

"Alright madam. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Let me go to my husband then. I'm sure he needs me now."

In as much as Sarah wanted to scream, in as much as she wanted to tell her how close she was in getting screwed by her husband, she just gave out a smile and a little nod while the beauty goddess disappeared into the office of HER MAN.

She cursed under her breath and sat down, deciding to think up another strategy and praying no stupid accountant ruins her moment.


Micheal couldn't wait for his wife to come to him. She looked so beautiful he felt like eating her from his phone.
Immediately the door opened and she walked in,locking the door behind her, he regretted shouting on her that morning.
She walked gracefully and sensously towards his table, stopping at the centre of the room to drop her handbag and lunch box on top of the centre table before continuing her majestic seduction to him.

"Damn! She's a natural." He acknowledged.

She got to him, tugged at his tie forcefully, making him standup and facing her.

Yes! This was the wife he married.

There lips came crashing, followed by roaming hands, pulling at each other's clothes and not stopping till material after material hit the ground and they were left in their birthday suits.

He wanted to take her to the couch but no, his stewpid secretary had defiled it so he turned her to face the table, seperated her legs and with a gentle thrust, slid into her, their moans, filling the office.

This piece is quite awesome and captivating...kudos Op

Austinoiz:



This piece is quite awesome and captivating...kudos Op

And you have to quote the whole piece?

E b like say ur name Na Micheal ??

Nice story though. Dude, u good.

khalifahsparkles:
Michael is about to turn sweet and innocent Claire into a monster. Phil, don't let the devil use you

The devil cant use the devil nah...

Am not surprised that this interesting piece hit front page... Nice story u got there. Itx my first time of reading your story. I know u have other stories pls mention dem to me so i can read it. Thanks

Sammypope4all:



And you have to quote the whole piece?

E b like say ur name Na Micheal ??

Nice story though. Dude, u good.

Hehehehe, bros I just say make I quote like u

wehdonMa

Interesting

nice one... that Micheal no get conscience... I love when the table turns on guys like him

Really got me glued to my phine, Micheal is an ass hole,

Really got me glued to my phone , Micheal is an ass hole, more update please

keflesa:
see details below and smile to account... we hit it where it hurts...

dude stop derailing with those fake tickets...

if u r so sure of ur games, u won't be selling them.

broke mofos!!!

BTW: nice story pamelb

Chai.
Una tooooooo much. If I start quoting you all, I won't get the thumb to type again. And we even made it to front page. You guys are one in a million.







Amara walked upstairs to her brother in law. They had to talk. She needed answers and he must provide them. She made the last turn and bumped into Kelvin who was going downstairs.

"Hello. Don't tell me that with this beautiful face, God forgot to make the eyes clear. Where are you rushing up to?"

Amara didn't know if to blush or just answer the question. Her sister's words kept coming to her head. Yes, Kelvin is truly handsome and well to do too. But she has a boyfriend. Her future would be secured with Kelvin but she didn't know him well enough.

"Hello?" Kelvin said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Uhm .........."

"Don't you think we need to talk? Come. Let's go into town and get to know ourselves better."

"Let me change into something appropriate then. Give me fifteen minutes."

Kelvin smiled. Fifteen minutes.

"Okay then."

They both dispersed. The messenger had forgotten the message of the gods. Who would deliver them now?







The next morning got everyone dressed up and ready to leave the house. Gertrude had announced breakfast and they were soon gathered at the dinning, ready to devour their meals.

As was the tradition in the Njama house, whoever prepared the meal would announce what she made before leaving the table, Gertrude called out the dishes on the table.

"There's plantain porridge with smoked fish, fried plantain and tomato sauce with beef. There's also freshly made mango juice to help your digestion. Enjoy your breakfast please." She concluded and left the dinning area.

Amara served each person according to what they wanted. Claire went for the plantain porridge, savouring the taste of the meal not minding or even noticing the angry stares Micheal threw her way.

"Hmmm. This girls know what they're doing in the kitchen. They're good." Kelvin complimented

"You can say that again. Little wonder their pay is much too. The agency that got them for me are known in this state and beyond." Claire added mouthful.

Micheal, are you enjoying the meal?" Amara asked out of the blues

Micheal looked at her and they both locked stares. He was surprised cause ever since his wife's miscarriage, this was the first time she would talk to him with little emotion and respect

"Yes. Uhm, it's not bad after all." He answered, going back to his plantain and tomato sauce.

"So you see, there's always a first tine Mike." Kelvin added.

They finished their meal in silence and got ready to leave. Micheal would go with Kelvin while Amara and Claire would leave together.

"Bye honey, Gertrude packed your lunch box." Claire said, giving her husband a peck

"Baby, I still don't agree with ....."

"Let's go man. Leave the woman alone. She needs all the rest she can get now. Let's go"

Micheal pecked his wife on the forehead and walked out while Kelvin followed.

"Shall we leave now?" Amara asked.

"Yea. But I'll still have to come back to inspect the girls. The rest of my things are in my room already. I just asked them to clean the room and arrange my things in there."

"But sister, why are you moving out of your matrimonial room? Did you find......."

"The doctor asked me to quit some things for now. I wouldn't want to tempt my husband you know." Claire answered with a smile

She picked up her purse and car key

"Let's go."

Amara sighed and stood up. She can't tell her sister what she found out. It would break her the more
They left the house, with Claire teasing Amara about Kelvin.






"Can't wait to meet this mistress of yours." Kelvin said as they stepped out of the elevator.

"Respect please. Mistress is too raw a word." Micheal replied.

"I wonder what this lady looks like. You're defending her already huh?"

He brushed past Sarah, not knowing she was the one they were talking about. He muttered a sorry without looking back and made his entrance into Micheal's office.
Micheal had seen the way Kelvin had brushed past his hearthrob. He needed to introduce them but before he could finish admiring Sarah, he was already inside his office.

"Who's that?" Sarah asked

"Hey. Not even a good morning huh?"

"I'm sorry love but the way he walked, as if he owned this place."

"Oh! It's in his nature cause he was born with a silver spoon. Anyways, he's my best friend Kelvin. Come with me, I've told him a lot about you and he can't wait to meet you."

"Oh! Okay. Go on ahead. I'll join you two in a minute."

"Alright bae."

He looked around and when he didn't see anyone, he stole a kiss from her and walked to his office.

Oh wow! His best friend is more handsome, and with what he just said, must be more richer. I need to get him to notice me. Is he married? Oh my God. He has to notice me.

She looked herself over. She was clad in a denim jean, white singlet and a denim jacket. She was wearing a blue snicker and light make up. She went to her table, picked her handbag and ran to the restroom.

He just has to notice her!!!!

Kelvin ws rite afterall. Sarah is a street gal

Shameless thing misrepresenting womanhood.
Thumbs up bae

Pamelb well done. Sarah will make things easy for Kelvin. fucking for money wen u Ave a rewarding job. really misrepresenting women

Sarah is just one unrepentant olosho who has nothing to offer but her body.
Nemesis will surely catch up with her!
Nice one pamelB

I Know This Lady Called Sarah Is From The Lineage Of Prostitute,

hmm I love where this is going ride on pamelb

Chumzypinky:
Kelvin ws rite afterall. Claire is a street gal

Pls elaborate... What did Claire do?

LilySopi:

Pls elaborate... What did Claire do?

she mean Sarah

PamelB:
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The voice of the man could be heard at the gate as the house helps listened, at the same time, pretending to be occupied with their chores.

"You're too lazy, what's wrong in waking up early to prepare me a decent meal? I go out every morning and come back late because I'm struggling to keep this family in line with whatever is in vogue, all I expect is your loyalty and submission but no, you lie in bed and ask the maids to prepare my meal and you know I don't like it."

Claire didn't say a word. She was battling with morning sickness and she doesn't even know why. She suddenly has the urge to throw up at the smell of food, she feels weak each morning or is it the saliva that has started forming a lake in her mouth. She watched her husband shout, he deserved to be angry. For the two years they've been married, she'd singlehandedly prepared all his meals, he doesn't eat out except snacks so she gives him breakfast, takes his lunch to his office and then makes dinner before he returns. She only goes to her mall during the weekend when she gets new supplies. She left the mall in the care of her younger sister who just graduated from ANSU last year.

Her marriage has been perfect until she started feeling strange two weeks ago so she understood that Michael, her sweet husband has the right to be angry.

"You can lie in bed all day if you want but I'm not eating that food. Don't make me eat out because if I do, Claire Njama if I eat out, you won't like it."

Claire sat up at once, she tried to speak but her mouth was filled with saliva so she ran into the bathroom, washed her mouth and came out, only to meet him about leaving the room.

"Baby, I'm sorry okay, I've not been feeling too good and ...."

"That's what you've been saying for two weeks now Claire. If you're tired of being my wife, tell me." Michael interrupted angrily.

"I love you Michael and I won't get tired of performing my duties but look at me nau. You know I'm not like this biko.'

Michael looked his wife over. She had added weight and he didn't like it. Topping it, she's started ignoring him. She must be seeing another man.
He hissed loudly, opened the door and walked out.
He went downstairs and walked to the dinning where he met Amara who was dishing out from a bowl of egg sauce. Beside her was a plate of white yam.

"Good morning bro Mike. How was your night?" She asked with face full of smile.

"Morning Amara. Who made that?" He asked eying the egg sauce which was so inviting, with the tiny pieces of liver he could see sleeping in it.

"Oh! I brought the sauce from the deep freezer, sister Claire must have made it sometime, then I boiled the yam"

He smiled and sat down, signalling to Amara to serve him. What is white yam? It doesn't mean anything since its his wife that made the sauce. Hr finished just as Amara was about putting away her plate.

"You're ready to leave for the mall right?"

"Yes bro Mike. I'll just clear the dishes and leave immediately."

"Alright. Hurry up so I can drop you". He said, picking his briefcase and walking out.
Amara smiled. She was tired of trekking to the bus stand. Maybe if she wakes up early everyday, he would help her by dropping her at the mall which was in the centre of town.
She carried the plates to the kitchen where the house helps were gossiping and cleared her throat. They scampered to different corners of the kitchen.

"Its still not 9 and you're already gossiping, useless things."
She jammed the plates on one of the girl's hand before dropping them and walking out.

"She is just a sister to madam and she's like this, chukwu ekwekwala ihe ojoo (God forbid bad thing)". One of the girls said

"Upon say she fine like this" another one added.

"Beautiful girls are the ones with the disgusting attitudes". Gertrude, the head maid said. " let's just go back to work, she's not worth the time".

Claire watched from the window as her husband and younger sister got into the car and drove off. He had taken time as she had been standing there since he walked out. Maybe he drank tea or was just waiting for Amara so he can drop her. She sighed and sat on the bed, bringing out her iPhone to send him a text.

"I'm sorry baby, tell me what you want for lunch and I'll bring it to you okay, don't be mad at me for long. I love you to the moon and back."

She sent it and hoped for a reply. Tomorrow, she would go to the hospital and get some tests done. She won't ruin her marriage because of some illness.
She laid on her back, hoping to get some rest only for her to fall asleep.
It was that bad.

Your writing is good and unique.

God save us from the likes of Michael.. Amen. A very interesting story Pamelb.

Madam PamelB is back again. God bless your pen and your brain. Back to the matter, Michael is a big fool to throw away such a decent wife. I just pray Claire finds true happiness cos she deserves it. More ink to your pen madam

Alennsar:

she mean Sarah

Alennsar:

she mean Sarah

Ok

PamelB weldone my dear,i must say u re doin a really nice job here.pls update us more

Following you back and front...abeg kwantinue ma.

Had to come outta stealth mode... this is a writing masterpiece... bae u are super... onto d matter every one is cursing Michael, yea fine, he is simply very stupid, but from d recent actions of Claire, I think she knows she is also to blame I mean after marriage, she now became a bag of rice( fat & heavy) , less romantic even b4 having a baby. And how could she not know dat those were signs of pregnancy.... keep 'em coming pamel B u re 2 much