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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Ann2012(f): 6:39am On Feb 24
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 5:39pm On Mar 06
Because of the presence of the driver, he could not discuss much with her. Many minutes later, the car slid inside the compound of his residence.

As he got down from the car, the house maid quickly came out of the house to welcome him

‘Welcome, sir.’

‘Thank you.’

The maid got the valise from Jane and took it inside.

Ayo turned to Jane. ‘Thank you very much for all the troubles. My regards to Ms. Popo, but I’ll soon call her to thank her for everything.’

‘With all pleasure, sir,’ Jane replied. ‘So long, sir.’

He nodded. ‘See you.’

He entered the house and went straight to his bedroom. The maid had already opened the place and had put his valise there.

He changed from the brown, kaftan dress to casuals of t-shirt and boxer. He then called Mandy.

‘I’ve safely arrived Abuja,’ he said.

‘Ah, thank God. Hope everything is all right.’

‘Yes. No problem.’

‘We thank God.’

‘Okay, see you again.’

‘Bye.’

He disconnected the line. There was a short knock on the door and before he could answer, the knocker opened the door and stepped inside the bedroom.

It was Juliet. She closed the door and had her back on it. He turned to stare at her.

‘My dear Juliet. My baby girl, how’re you?’

‘Not fine,’ she answered briefly.

‘Oh, Lord, why that? Why are you not fine?’

‘Because I missed you terribly.’

‘Oh, my baby.’ He went on to her and hugged her. ‘Well, I’m back. I’m back, dear.’

She smiled, hugged him, but still made a face. ‘I’m also not happy that you didn’t bother to call me.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he said quickly. ‘Mandy was with me throughout the weekend. I could not call you.’

‘Hmn.’

‘To make matter worse. The lady Ore, that you called had hinted Mandy that I have a lady friend in Abuja and she is suspicious. So, I have to
tread carefully.’

Juliet pretended her sister had not hinted her about the ‘Abuja babe.’

‘You mean Ore went to the extent of informing your wife about a lady friend here? She must be very bad and desperate to do that.’

‘That’s what she did, and I’m so miffed with her.’

He pulled her to the bed and they sat on it.

‘How was your flight to and from Lagos?’

‘It was beautiful. I thank God for journey mercies.’

Just then, Munirat knocked on the door. ‘What should I prepare for you for dinner, sir?’ she asked from outside the room.

He thought briefly. ‘Eh, make pounded yam.’

‘Okay, sir.’

He gave a pause of some seconds before he spoke. ‘You’re looking more and more beautiful, Juliet.’

She smiled. ‘Thank you.’

‘I can see you’ve done your hair. It’s beautiful,’ he commented.

‘Thank you.’

He held her lovingly by the waist and she seemed very pleased by that.





Chapter Nine

On Monday, Ayo and Juliet both dressed for work. While he would be going to resume work at his office at the Ministry of Information and IT, she would be starting her primary assignment at the Ministry of Culture. After his driver had dropped him in front of his office complex, the driver was instructed to drive Juliet to the other Ministry.

He had a meeting with the Minister, his boss, about ten in the morning, during when he gave him some briefings. The Minister commended him
for a job well done. During the break, his secretary came to inform him that a woman sent by the Perm. Sec. wanted to see him.

‘Tell her to come in right away,’ he instructed.

A middle-aged woman came in carrying a bag. ‘Madam said I should give this to you, sir,’ she said.

‘Madam?’

‘Yes, Ms. Popo.’

The basket bag contained two food flasks, two bottles of wine, two bottled water and two packs of fruit juice.

‘All these for me?’ he asked, surprised.

‘Yes, sir.’


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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Ann2012(f): 6:19pm On Mar 06
Thanks for the update
Re: The Sweet Taboo by Missmossy(f): 6:35pm On Mar 06
Interesting story, keep it coming. More wisdom and inspiration to you.
Re: The Sweet Taboo by Kaycee9242(m): 6:50pm On Mar 06
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 10:48am On Mar 09
Missmossy:
Interesting story, keep it coming. More wisdom and inspiration to you.


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Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 7:29am On Mar 10
A middle-aged woman came in carrying a bag. ‘Madam said I should give this to you, sir,’ she said.

‘Madam?’

‘Yes, Ms. Popo.’

The basket bag contained two food flasks, two bottles of wine, two bottled water and two packs of fruit juice.

‘All these for me?’ he asked, surprised.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Thank you. I will call her to say thank you, right away.’

‘Okay, sir.’ The woman left his office.

He picked up his phone to call Ms. Funke Popo, but she beat him to it as her call came in.

‘Hello, madam.’

‘Hello, Mr. Ariyo. I sent a woman to bring some food to you.’

‘Yes, madam. I was about to call you and thank you. You shouldn’t have gone through all these troubles, madam.’

‘It’s no trouble. I asked my domestic maid to prepare it. I just felt like giving you a decent meal.’

‘Oh, thank you, madam. I do really appreciate your kindness.’

‘It’s okay. It’s a pleasure. Enjoy your meal.’

‘Thank you, madam.’

The line was disconnected. He whistled to himself. Just what was this woman trying to do? First, the previous day, she had sent a driver and a car to convey him from the airport to his residence. now, she sent a woman to bring meal for him. He opened the food flasks to know the contents. The first flask contained richly-cooked fried rice. The second one was filled with fried chicken and fried turkey, with some beef and stew. The chicken could last for days. Why was Ms. Popo doing all this? He asked himself.

In addition, she also put two bottles of wine and some drinks. All these were more than what a man could finish at a time!

He called his personal secretary. ‘Please get me some plates and serve me some food. He was served the sumptuous meal, but even a lot of rice was still remaining in the flask.

‘Care for some?’ he asked his secretary.

She declined, but when he asked his driver, he accepted to eat some rice. He had to take the remaining chicken and turkey home, plus the drinks.

On getting home later day, Munirat was asked to take care of the meats.

He could not even eat any other food that day. By eight p.m., when he and Juliet were watching television, Ms. Popo came visiting again.

‘Madam, the madam,’ he greeted. ‘Welcome to my humble residence.’

She smiled expansively. Juliet had to excuse Ayo and the important guest.

‘It’s always a pleasant surprise to have you in my residence,’ Ayo said. ‘Welcome to my home.’

‘The pleasure is mine,’ she replied.

‘I hope you enjoy the meal sent to you the other time,’ she said.

He smiled and nodded. ‘In all honesty, I did really enjoy myself. Thank you, very much.’

‘I realized that since your wife is not around her, it will be good at least once in a while to let you have decent meal.’

‘Thank you, madam. I do really appreciate that gesture.’

‘You’re welcome.’

‘What drinks can I offer you, madam? Is it wine, champagne? Anything. It’s on the house.’

She smiled. ‘Maybe another time.’ She looked at him earnestly. ‘I’ve actually come to discuss something important with you. Do you mind if we discuss in my car?’

He was surprised to hear that. What could be so important that could not be discussed in the house, but in her car?

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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Ann2012(f): 8:26am On Mar 10
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 8:13pm On Mar 13
She smiled. ‘Maybe another time.’ She looked at him earnestly. ‘I’ve actually come to discuss something important with you. Do you mind if we discuss in my car?’

He was surprised to hear that. What could be so important that could not be discussed in the house, but in her car?

He nodded. ‘It’s alright, ma’am.’

She got up. Her tight-fitting jeans trousers fitted her, but he chided himself on time to stop studying her features. Together, they went out of the sitting-room to where her car was parked.

‘Yussuf and David, you can excuse us for a minute,’ she told her driver and her police orderly, who were lolling around the car.

The two men sauntered away. Ms. Popo sat in the driver’s seat while Ayo was at the passenger’s seat, next to her.

‘I’m sure you must be very curious what all this is about. Well, I chose this place because I don’t want anyone eavesdropping on what I want to tell you. Neither do I want any bugging device listening to us. This is my personal car, and I believe, it’s clean and safe.’

Ayo nodded. He was still wondering what Ms. Popo was driving at.

‘To start with, let me say I’ve been observing you for the past weeks keenly, and I’m impressed with your diligence and dignity. You strike me as someone I can do some business with, and that’s why I’m here.’

In his mind, he was wondering what business she was talking about. He waited.

‘Before I tell you the business, there’s a little something the two of us have to do.’

His mind was racing fast. ‘What could be that?’ he asked.

She brought out her handbag and unzipped it. She then brought out an object that looked like a horn, tied with red cloth.

‘It’s very harmless when one does what is right. You’re going to hold this and say to it that you will never betray me or reveal whatever transpired between us to any other person, dead or alive.’

He was shocked. Was it not business she wanted to discuss with him. What then necessitated swearing to an oath?

As if she was reading his mind, she quickly said: ‘As I said, this thing is very harmless once you keep to the bargain. Of course, after telling you the business, you have the right to go ahead or not. The only thing is whatever you decide, it must remain within you. You are never to disclose or discuss it with anyone.’

He was full of thoughts. If the condition was that he should keep a sealed lip, there shouldn’t be any problem with that. But come to think of it, in the last four weeks or so, this would be the third time he would be asked to swear!

‘Alright,’ he said. ‘As long as I’m not bound to go ahead with the business proposition willy-nilly, I can swear to the oath.’

She was happy with his response, and she smiled. ‘Good.’ She handed the object to him and asked him to say to it that he would never betray the trust and confidence he had reposed in him, otherwise there would be doom for him. He also wore that no other person would hear about whatever transpired between them.

After he had sworn, she asked him to touch the edge of the object three times. She took it from him and returned it inside her hand bag.

‘Alright. Here is the business. There is a large amount of cash I want to move from an account into your own account. The money will be there for some months. Then, I’ll move it to another account, most likely a foreign account. For as long as the money is in your account, you’re not to take over it or spend from it. You will be given 20% of the total value of the money, but you’ll get it in two phases. The first phase is you’ll receive ten percent of the value the moment the money enters your account. The second phase will be after the money has moved out. That is all. That is the business proposition.’


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Re: The Sweet Taboo by aprilwise(m): 10:32pm On Mar 13
Deal or no deal. It getting interesting. Thanks for the update
Re: The Sweet Taboo by Kaycee9242(m): 2:21pm On Mar 14
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Ann2012(f): 5:34pm On Mar 14
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 4:52pm On Mar 15
‘Alright. Here is the business. There is a large amount of cash I want to move from an account into your own account. The money will be there for some months. Then, I’ll move it to another account, most likely a foreign account. For as long as the money is in your account, you’re not to take over it or spend from it. You will be given 20% of the total value of the money, but you’ll get it in two phases. The first phase is you’ll receive ten percent of the value the moment the money enters your account. The second phase will be after the money has moved out. That is all. That is the business proposition.’

He sighed deeply. ‘What is the possibility that the anti-graft agencies will not come running after me?’ he asked.

‘Don’t worry about that. That will not happen, for it has been taken care of.’ She looked at him keenly. ‘Are you in this or not?’

He sighed again, thinking. As somebody close to the seat of power, this should not be unexpected. He was, after all, no longer an ordinary citizen. He didn’t know how much the money was, but he had no doubt that it would be something substantial. Alright, he did not steal any money, did he?

‘I’m part of the deal,’ he said.

Ms. Popo smiled warmly at him. She brought her right hand for a handshake. ‘Welcome to the real world, Ayo Ariyo.’

He noticed that she had dropped the ‘Mister’ title. He smiled too. ‘Thank you, madam.’

‘Once you play your part well, you’re going to be fulfilled.’

He nodded. ‘If I may ask, what is the source of this money?’

She shook her head. ‘Sorry, you’re not to ask that. Yours is to say yes or no to the deal, and to keep sealed lips no matter what you decide.’

He nodded again. ‘No problem, madam.’

She shook his hand again. ‘Expect the deposit alert any time from tomorrow. Don’t forget to keep to your own part of the deal. And don’t get greedy. Don’t become greedy by trying to play smart.’

He smiled. ‘No, I will not. Thank you, madam for considering me worthy of your trust and confidentiality.’

‘You’re welcome.’

Some minutes later, after Ms. Popo had left, he re-entered his sitting-room. Juliet was back there. She looked at him curiously, but he only smiled. Her eyes were questioning. Just as he thought, when they were in his bedroom, she asked what the woman wanted and why they had to leave the house.

‘I hope she’s not trying to seduce you,’ she said.

He chuckled at that. ‘Oh, come on, Juliet.’ He had already thought of a lie to tell her. ‘She only came to me to discuss domestic issues and she wanted me to counsel her.’

It did not matter whether Juliet believed that story or not. He stuck to it. She shrugged and came to embrace him.

‘I missed you,’ she cooed.

He was bemused. ‘I miss you too.’

‘My period has stopped.’

‘Oh.’ He grinned. ‘That’s good.’

She smiled, still holding him. ‘Is that all you will say?’

He grinned again. ‘Yes. But watch what I will do.’

He lifted her by the waist while she encircled his waist with her legs. They stared into each other’s eyes.

‘I think you should eat a bit more so that you can graduate from feather weight to light weight,’ he said.

‘You really want me to be fat?’

‘No, not fat. Just put on some weight. You still look like a school girl.’

She closed her eyes. He brought her down and kissed her. At first, the kiss was soft and gentle but it soon became a ravenous one. He put her
on the bed and removed her clothes. Taboo or not, he found her a pretty young thing and the affair a sweet one.



In the office the following day, truly, he received a deposit alert on his phone and was amazed by the amount. One hundred naira had been deposited there. He whistled to himself and mentally calculated twenty percent of that. That would be twenty million naira! He whistled to himself again.

His phone rang. It was Ms. Popo on the line.

‘Good day, madam.’

‘Good day, Ayo. You’ve seen the alert?’

‘Yes, madam.’

‘Alright. It’s as we agreed.’

The line was cut. No problem about what we had agreed, he thought. No problem. So, even without stress, he had made millions of naira
already. Coincidentally, it came with his first pay from work. He remembered the deal he had with Mr. Idowu. He had no intention or breaking his vows, so he would send his own percentage to him. As for this new deal with Ms. Popo, that was supposed to be a secret deal, wasn’t it?

He was in a happy mood and he thought of what he could do with the earnings. He had to start developing the piece of land he owned at Ijede Road, off Ikorodu. Yes, at least, he should be able to put up a befitting duplex on that piece of land. Then he thought of the car he used in
Lagos. That car had to be changed. He would also upgrade his wardrobe. Of course, Mandy and the children would also enjoy upgraded lives. Plus Juliet! He smiled to himself.



Days after she called Mandy and leaked the story of the affair Ayo as having in Abuja to Ayo’s wife, Ore became remorseful. She realized that no matter how aggrieved she had felt, she shouldn’t have called his wife to tell her. That act certainly portrayed her as a vindictive and bad person. To make matter worse, the action had not brought about the result she had desired. What she thought would happen was that he would become sober and tried to reach out to her. She was wrong in this calculation as Ayo had not deemed it fit to call her.
Now, she was remorseful. She thought of what she could do. The first option was to call him and apologize for what she had done. That would be a face-saving measure, but she did not mind. The second option would be to keep on hoping that he would call her and make reconciliation.

After weighing the options for some minutes, she decided to go for the first option.

She called his number. It rang on and on. Maybe he was busy. She gave him some minutes and called the number again. It was the same result.

She decided she would not call until after couple of hours. When she called him the time third time and he still did not pick it, she realized she was about to lose him for good. Then, she decided to send a text message to his line. In the message, she apologized for her ‘over reaction,’ claiming that she did it because she was ‘crazily in love’ with him and did not want to lose him. To make amend, she said she was ready to call his wife again and declare to her that she was only playing prank.

After sending the message, she expected him to reply within the next few minutes. He did not. Ore would not give up. She would still call his number again.



On Wednesday afternoon, Ms. Popo called Ayo’s number.

‘Good afternoon, our SSA,’ she greeted.

‘Good afternoon, Ms. Popo.’

‘Hope you’re finding your job interesting.’

‘Yes. Very, very interesting.’

‘That’s good. I was wondering if I could invite you to dinner in my residence this evening.’

His mind was busy. Dinner in her residence? Well, that would not be a bad idea.

‘It will be a pleasure, madam,’ he replied.

‘Good. By seven p.m., I’ll send my driver to come and take you. See you, then.’

‘Okay, madam.’

He smiled to himself. Madam was probably trying to solidify their business relationship, he reasoned. When he got home, he told Juliet that he would be going out by seven to attend a political meeting with some politicians.

‘Are you now a politician?’ she asked innocently.

‘No. but my job entails that I should be part of some political meetings to stay abreast of what goes on and to be at best in advising my principal.’

She nodded. She had no other choice. By quarter to seven, he was informed that the driver sent by Ms. Popo had come. He had already dressed up in simple cotton shirt and jeans trousers, with a black, leather pam shoes. She nodded at Juliet.

‘Don’t stay too long,’ she told him, as if she was his wife cautioning her husband about nocturnal outings.

He nodded and smiled at her. ‘Don’t worry.’

He sat himself comfortably at the back seat of the Mercedes Benz jeep as he was driven to her apartment in the high-brow district.

Her place was bigger and better. The interior was tastefully furnished. She was waiting for him in the expansive sitting-room, dressed in t-shirt and jeans. She seemed to like wearing jeans trousers as casual. He could guess the reason: she looked younger and smarter in it.

There were two maids arranging the dinning-table. When he saw what they put there, he was convinced there were other guests coming.

She invited him to the dinning-table with smiles.

He sighed as he took his seats. ‘Are we not going to wait for the other guests?’ he asked.

She smiled knowingly. ‘There are no other guests.’

He smiled too. ‘One would have thought this dinner is for three or four people.’

‘No. It’s only for you and me.’

He smiled and nodded. Indeed, the dishes – both local and intercontinental – were rich. They ate slowly, savoring the taste. After the meal,
they took wine to ‘cool down.’ The domestic servants waited on them. They returned to the living-room with their glasses of drinks.

‘I must thank you, madam, for this sumptuous meal and warm fete,’ he said, smiling.

‘It’s a pleasure,’ she returned. ‘I always like to appreciate those who deserve to be appreciated.’

He was all smiles. They sat not too far from each other. The domestic servants had retreated inside.

‘So, tell me, how are you enjoying Abuja, so far?’

He smiled. ‘I must say I’ve been having a very fulfilling time. It’s a wonderful experience knowing and coming close with someone like you.’

She nodded. She didn’t expect him to say anything less complimentary.

‘How’s your married life?’ she asked.

He nodded. ‘So far, so good.’

‘I guess you’re lucky there. I wasn’t that lucky.’

‘What happened?’ he wanted to know.

She sighed. ‘The relationship collapsed even before it started. But I have a daughter. I’m okay with my life, though.’

He wondered how such a life would be. As a career woman, she had something to occupy her time.

‘Well, at least you’re a career woman,’ he pointed out. ‘I know it’s not easy to become a Perm. Sec. in this country. And it’s such a powerful position. Your attaining it is no mean feat.’

She grinned. ‘Thanks for your compliments.’

‘And talking about relationship, I think it’s you who want to remain single. With your beautiful face, I’m sure men must have been disturbing you.’

She smiled. ‘You’re quite right. I just believe I’m not cut out for marriage.’

He wasn’t surprised to hear that. Many career and successful women think so.

‘I like to act like a man and go get what I want,’ she said.

He nodded. ‘Are you a feminist?’


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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Ann2012(f): 5:00pm On Mar 15
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Kaycee9242(m): 8:12pm On Mar 15
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Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 10:04am On Mar 16
He wasn’t surprised to hear that. Many career and successful women think so.

‘I like to act like a man and go get what I want,’ she said.

He nodded. ‘Are you a feminist?’

‘Yes, to a large extent. I believe women have the potentials to get the best and to go for it without fear or favor. They should not allow stereotype thinking and ways of life inhibit them.’

He sighed. These were powerful feminist views.

‘What do you say to my views?’

He smiled and shrugged. ‘I believe you have the right to your views, madam.’

‘Can you please drop this ‘madam’ title? You can do that when we’re in the office. Call me Funke.’

He smiled again. ‘Okay, Funke.’

She smiled too. ‘There’s something we should, which we haven’t done.’

He became very curious. ‘What’s that?’

‘That kind of business deal we have together should not be the end of the relationship.’

His heart started hammering. ‘I don’t understand what you mean.’

She nodded. ‘I’ll go straight to the point. That business relationship should bring about intimacy. I’m not just talking about chatting like this
alone. I’m talking about real intimacy.’

He could almost hear his heart-beat. God, this woman was bold!

He shook his head. ‘I’m yet to fully understand what you mean,’ he said.

She looked at him and smiled. ‘Of course, you do, so let’s not waste time.’

He sighed. ‘If what you have in mind is what I’m thinking, there’s a challenge, and that’s the fact that I’m married, madam. I mean, Funke.’

‘Married,’ she scoffed. ‘Try to reason with your brain, Ayo. Not with your heart.’

He was thoughtful. Some months before now, he would have jumped at her offer. But he seemed inhibited now. It seemed a force was pulling
him not to accept her overtures. She waited for his response, studying his face. He remembered the oath he took with Juliet. Was that thing for real, or was it just a child’s play? He suddenly shrugged it off. It was just Juliet’s trick of having him to herself, he reasoned.

He looked straight into the eyes of Ms. Funke Popo. ‘I understand everything you’re saying. Well, there’s no problem, but I want to be the man.

You’re the woman. Let me do the toasting.’

She smiled and nodded. ‘Good. Go ahead.’

He re-filled his glass cup. ‘First, I’ll like to be calling you Funky when we’re together like this. Any objection to that?’

She shook her head. ‘No objection.’

‘Then, you’ll pardon me for not saying certain things I should have said earlier. That your hair for example, it’s very beautiful.’

She looked at him approvingly. ‘You’re doing well, Ayo.’

He stood up and came to sit by her side. ‘You’re beautiful, Funky. Everything about you is beautiful.’

She genuinely looked pleased to hear that from him. ‘Thank you.’

‘I’m serious Funke. Women that combine beauty and brain like you are rare.’

‘Wow! Ayo, so you can toast like this!’

‘Yes o. I can toast.’

‘Good. Continue.’

He held her shoulders. ‘I should thank my stars that you’re going to be mine.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. You’ve brought goodness and flavor to me.’

‘That’s good.’

‘I will like to kiss you, but I don’t think this place is the appropriate place.’

She nodded. ‘You’re right.’ She stood up with the bottle of wine and her glass cup. ‘Let’s go to the right place.’

He grinned. ‘Okay, Funky.’

He followed her upstairs to her large bedroom.

‘You certainly live large,’ he commented.

She nodded and dropped the bottle of wine and the glass cup on the stool by the bedside. He did the same with his glass cup.

They stood and faced each other, as if sizing up. Funke Popo should be about fifty. She was of average height and was fair in complexion. She
had a pretty face and must have been very beautiful in her younger days. She was a bit chubby. Evidence of good life was obvious about her.

Ayo stared at her and smiled. She smiled back.

He held her waist and pulled her to him. His mouth went down to her luscious lips. It was a long kiss. He stopped to remove her top. He could see that her busts were bigger than he had thought. He fondled and caressed them while she encouraged him on. Then, his hands went to the
zip of her jeans trousers. She had to sit on the bed so he could help her pull the jeans off. Her mid-section and her hips were large, larger than the other ones he had ever had intimacy with. He was glad for the difference, for there was this saying that varieties were the spices of life.

They had each other in a most exhilarating way. It was after ten in the night when he finally decided to go.

He expressed that it was a pleasure to be with her gave her a goodbye kiss.

‘Have a lovely night, my dear Funky.’

‘Goodnight, Ayo. Thanks for coming.’

‘I should be the one to thank you, my dear Funky.’

They left the bed-room. She saw him to her car and waved as he was driven back to his residence. Juliet was still up, watching movies when he
got home. The maid came to welcome him back.

‘Welcome, sir.’

‘Munirat, how’re you?’

‘Fine, sir.’

‘Hello, Juliet.’

‘Welcome, uncle.’

He didn’t stay long in the sitting-room. ‘The meeting was strenuous,’ he pointed out. ‘I’ll like to rest now.’ With that, he left for his bed-room.

He wore his pajamas and lay on the bed. He was thinking of Ms. Popo. Wow, that woman was sweet. So, despite all that office busy looks, she could prove to be so sexy like this! But he saw it coming. The moment she started sending delicacies to him, he should know there was ulterior motive.

Juliet soon entered the bed-room. ‘The meeting must have made you tired,’ she pointed out.

‘Oh, yes. Politicians are always making fuses and dragging issues, when there is no need.’

She came to lie by his side. He held her hand.

‘How’re you, baby girl?’

‘Fine.’

He smiled at her. ‘This weekend, I’ll give you some money to buy new clothes and some new things.’

‘Oh, thanks.’ She gave him a kiss. ‘You’re such a darling.’

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Re: The Sweet Taboo by Kaycee9242(m): 10:37am On Mar 16
OK na ayo dun enter am. op well done
Re: The Sweet Taboo by Ann2012(f): 11:08am On Mar 16
Thanks for the update
Re: The Sweet Taboo by dawno2008(m): 11:18am On Mar 16
Nice update,like Oliver twist,can we have more to kill this boring weekend

Beautiful story,still waiting for the twist and intrigues
Re: The Sweet Taboo by vivienD: 4:20pm On Mar 16
This Ayo is surely not a good man angry
Re: The Sweet Taboo by dawno2008(m): 12:47pm On Mar 17
ToyinOlorunsola:
He wasn’t surprised to hear that. Many career and successful women think so.

‘I like to act like a man and go get what I want,’ she said.

He nodded. ‘Are you a feminist?’

‘Yes, to a large extent. I believe women have the potentials to get the best and to go for it without fear or favor. They should not allow stereotype thinking and ways of life inhibit them.’

He sighed. These were powerful feminist views.

‘What do you say to my views?’

He smiled and shrugged. ‘I believe you have the right to your views, madam.’

‘Can you please drop this ‘madam’ title? You can do that when we’re in the office. Call me Funke.’

He smiled again. ‘Okay, Funke.’

She smiled too. ‘There’s something we should, which we haven’t done.’

He became very curious. ‘What’s that?’

‘That kind of business deal we have together should not be the end of the relationship.’

His heart started hammering. ‘I don’t understand what you mean.’

She nodded. ‘I’ll go straight to the point. That business relationship should bring about intimacy. I’m not just talking about chatting like this
alone. I’m talking about real intimacy.’

He could almost hear his heart-beat. God, this woman was bold!

He shook his head. ‘I’m yet to fully understand what you mean,’ he said.

She looked at him and smiled. ‘Of course, you do, so let’s not waste time.’

He sighed. ‘If what you have in mind is what I’m thinking, there’s a challenge, and that’s the fact that I’m married, madam. I mean, Funke.’

‘Married,’ she scoffed. ‘Try to reason with your brain, Ayo. Not with your heart.’

He was thoughtful. Some months before now, he would have jumped at her offer. But he seemed inhibited now. It seemed a force was pulling
him not to accept her overtures. She waited for his response, studying his face. He remembered the oath he took with Juliet. Was that thing for real, or was it just a child’s play? He suddenly shrugged it off. It was just Juliet’s trick of having him to herself, he reasoned.

He looked straight into the eyes of Ms. Funke Popo. ‘I understand everything you’re saying. Well, there’s no problem, but I want to be the man.

You’re the woman. Let me do the toasting.’

She smiled and nodded. ‘Good. Go ahead.’

He re-filled his glass cup. ‘First, I’ll like to be calling you Funky when we’re together like this. Any objection to that?’

She shook her head. ‘No objection.’

‘Then, you’ll pardon me for not saying certain things I should have said earlier. That your hair for example, it’s very beautiful.’

She looked at him approvingly. ‘You’re doing well, Ayo.’

He stood up and came to sit by her side. ‘You’re beautiful, Funky. Everything about you is beautiful.’

She genuinely looked pleased to hear that from him. ‘Thank you.’

‘I’m serious Funke. Women that combine beauty and brain like you are rare.’

‘Wow! Ayo, so you can toast like this!’

‘Yes o. I can toast.’

‘Good. Continue.’

He held her shoulders. ‘I should thank my stars that you’re going to be mine.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. You’ve brought goodness and flavor to me.’

‘That’s good.’

‘I will like to kiss you, but I don’t think this place is the appropriate place.’

She nodded. ‘You’re right.’ She stood up with the bottle of wine and her glass cup. ‘Let’s go to the right place.’

He grinned. ‘Okay, Funky.’

He followed her upstairs to her large bedroom.

‘You certainly live large,’ he commented.

She nodded and dropped the bottle of wine and the glass cup on the stool by the bedside. He did the same with his glass cup.

They stood and faced each other, as if sizing up. Funke Popo should be about fifty. She was of average height and was fair in complexion. She
had a pretty face and must have been very beautiful in her younger days. She was a bit chubby. Evidence of good life was obvious about her.

Ayo stared at her and smiled. She smiled back.

He held her waist and pulled her to him. His mouth went down to her luscious lips. It was a long kiss. He stopped to remove her top. He could see that her busts were bigger than he had thought. He fondled and caressed them while she encouraged him on. Then, his hands went to the
zip of her jeans trousers. She had to sit on the bed so he could help her pull the jeans off. Her mid-section and her hips were large, larger than the other ones he had ever had intimacy with. He was glad for the difference, for there was this saying that varieties were the spices of life.

They had each other in a most exhilarating way. It was after ten in the night when he finally decided to go.

He expressed that it was a pleasure to be with her gave her a goodbye kiss.

‘Have a lovely night, my dear Funky.’

‘Goodnight, Ayo. Thanks for coming.’

‘I should be the one to thank you, my dear Funky.’

They left the bed-room. She saw him to her car and waved as he was driven back to his residence. Juliet was still up, watching movies when he
got home. The maid came to welcome him back.

‘Welcome, sir.’

‘Munirat, how’re you?’

‘Fine, sir.’

‘Hello, Juliet.’

‘Welcome, uncle.’

He didn’t stay long in the sitting-room. ‘The meeting was strenuous,’ he pointed out. ‘I’ll like to rest now.’ With that, he left for his bed-room.

He wore his pajamas and lay on the bed. He was thinking of Ms. Popo. Wow, that woman was sweet. So, despite all that office busy looks, she could prove to be so sexy like this! But he saw it coming. The moment she started sending delicacies to him, he should know there was ulterior motive.

Juliet soon entered the bed-room. ‘The meeting must have made you tired,’ she pointed out.

‘Oh, yes. Politicians are always making fuses and dragging issues, when there is no need.’

She came to lie by his side. He held her hand.

‘How’re you, baby girl?’

‘Fine.’

He smiled at her. ‘This weekend, I’ll give you some money to buy new clothes and some new things.’

‘Oh, thanks.’ She gave him a kiss. ‘You’re such a darling.’

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Can I get the full story from flavortales.blogspot.com?
Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 5:26pm On Mar 17
dawno2008:


Can I get the full story from flavortales.blogspot.com?


For now, no.
You can either download from okadabooks or request for the pdf.
Thanks for your interest.
Re: The Sweet Taboo by aprilwise(m): 8:36pm On Mar 17
Na weting dey sweet man dey kill man
Re: The Sweet Taboo by vivienD: 9:11pm On Mar 17
ToyinOlorunsola:



For now, no.
You can either download from okadabooks or request for the pdf.
Thanks for your interest.
I want the pdf of it please
Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 9:37pm On Mar 17
vivienD:
I want the pdf of it please


You can send glo recharge pin number of N100 to oloruntoyin21@gmail.com
or recharge the line 08113703920.
But I will need your e-mail address.
Re: The Sweet Taboo by blanquito(m): 11:12pm On Mar 17
what of me please can i also get it on pdf if i recharge the line? You can send glo recharge pin number of N100 to oloruntoyin21@gmail.com or recharge the line 08113703920. But I will need your e-mail address.[/quote]
Re: The Sweet Taboo by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 4:28am On Mar 18
blanquito:
what of me please can i also get it on pdf if i recharge the line?
.


Yes, you can get it. You can send glo recharge pin number of N100 to oloruntoyin21@gmail.com
or recharge the line 08113703920.
I will also need your e-mail address
Re: The Sweet Taboo by vivienD: 7:40am On Mar 18
ToyinOlorunsola:



You can send glo recharge pin number of N100 to oloruntoyin21@gmail.com
or recharge the line 08113703920.
But I will need your e-mail address.
Okay
Re: The Sweet Taboo by tonysunkan: 1:46pm On Mar 18
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