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Re: The Love Grotto by FairCritic(m): 4:42pm On Nov 24, 2019
Nice story.
Re: The Love Grotto by FrankAkowe: 8:21am On Nov 27, 2019
The following day, I discovered more about her. From what she said, her father, also a business mogul was a friend to Otunba Daniel and had facilitated her coming to Saturn Oil for the IT.

The arrangement was more of a family thing. Funke was the exuberant type. In the afternoon, she was in my office for chats.

‘So, where do you live oga Frank?’ she asked.

‘I stay in the official residence.’

‘Where’s that?’

I told her.

‘With your family?’

I shook my head. ‘Nope. I’m still single.’

I saw a bright smile on her face.

‘So, you stay all alone there?’

‘I’m here Monday to Saturday. After work on Saturday, I’m off to Lagos.’

‘So, Monday to Saturday, you’re all alone. Don’t you feel lonely?’

I shrugged. ‘I manage to get by.’

She smiled again. ‘I could keep you company, if you don’t mind.’

That was very brash of her, wasn’t it?

‘Well, I think I’m quite okay,’ I replied.

The inviting smile was still there, but I chose to ignore it. Work continued in earnest. I was a workaholic, so I derived a lot of pleasure from working.

That evening, about eight, I had a guest. I was relaxing in my room watching a movie on my small flat screen when soft knocks sounded at my door.

‘Yes, open it. The door is not locked,’ I said.

The door creaked open.

‘Hello.’

I immediately sat up. Funke was at the doorway, smiling. She was in a mini skirt and t-shirt and everything about her smelt of seduction.

‘What a surprise,’ I found myself saying. ‘I wasn’t expecting you. How did you find your way here?’

‘I asked Mr. Kabir. It’s not a difficult place to find, is it?’

I sighed. ‘No, it’s not. All the same, I wasn’t expecting you.’

‘Well, I’m here.’

I had to be careful. Funke was apparently giving me the ‘green light’, but I was not the type who cherished lustful adventures. Yes, Ruth was only a fiancée, but even at this point, I knew that my remaining faithful to her mattered a lot. Sooner than later, I had to make Funke realize that.

‘You’re welcome. Sit down. What can I offer you?’

She sat on the couch and crossed her leg. I could see her thighs as the short skirt she was wearing could barely cover much of them. ‘Offer me anything.’

I had no drinks in the house apart from bottled water. But the building opposite us had a shop where mineral drinks could be bought. I took some money from the left pocket of one of my trousers.

‘Okay, let me get some drinks for you from across the road.’

She jumped to her feet. ‘I’ll follow you.’

We went out of the room and the building together. She selected what she wanted which was a bottle of malt and eggroll. We were soon back in my room.

She sat on the same spot where she had sat before, took her drinks and munched her snacks. She crossed her legs again and I had to strive not to look at them.

I told myself that yes she was beautiful but my dear Ruth was much more beautiful.

‘So, how’re you and Ruth getting on?’

I was completely taken aback by her question. ‘You knew Ruth? You knew about us?’

She laughed shortly. ‘Of course I do. I knew Ruth since I was a child. We’re family friends, you, know. Although she’s a couple of years older, we get along fine.’

‘How did you get to know about our relationship?’

She looked surprised. ‘How else would I know? She told me.’

I whistled softly under my breath. Thank God I had not crossed my ‘boundary.’


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Re: The Love Grotto by izaray(f): 10:29am On Nov 27, 2019
Frank you better not cross it oh

Thanks for the update
Re: The Love Grotto by aprilwise(m): 10:42am On Nov 27, 2019
Funke mission is not a good one.
Re: The Love Grotto by Tonyspecial(m): 1:05pm On Nov 27, 2019
Thanks 4 D Upd8,,, Open Relationship Is Bae
Re: The Love Grotto by superjaks(m): 5:27pm On Nov 27, 2019
So close...even me can't bet on myself that I wouldn't have make advances
Re: The Love Grotto by Ann2012(f): 5:21am On Nov 28, 2019
Cross your boundary and be at the losing end na

Well done OP
Re: The Love Grotto by germaphobe(m): 11:52am On Nov 28, 2019
Make I cross arm dey watch shaa.
Re: The Love Grotto by Jamesbiodun(m): 3:01pm On Nov 29, 2019
dont cross boundary ooo
Re: The Love Grotto by FairCritic(m): 1:56pm On Nov 30, 2019
Nice one.
Re: The Love Grotto by FrankAkowe: 6:55pm On Dec 01, 2019
She laughed shortly. ‘Of course I do. I knew Ruth since I was a child. We’re family friends, you, know. Although she’s a couple of years older, we get along fine.’

‘How did you get to know about our relationship?’

She looked surprised. ‘How else would I know? She told me.’

I whistled softly under my breath. Thank God I had not crossed my ‘boundary.’

‘You really love her?’ she asked.

I nodded. ‘Of course I do and I want to marry her.’

She smiled again. ‘Well, Ruth is a nice gal – very cool and friendly. I guess she has found a perfect partner in you.’

I smiled at her briefly. ‘Thanks for your compliments.’

‘You’re welcome.’ She looked about the room. ‘But how do you cope being here all alone? Aren’t you bored?’

I shrugged. ‘The t.v keeps me occupied.

Besides, I’m an introvert and I’m always okay with staying indoors.’

‘Hmn.’ She sipped more from her drinks.

‘How do you ward off boredom?’

I grinned. ‘I watch movies on television. I also read fiction and non-fiction books. The social media is my friend too.’

‘All those things you mentioned are good, but they cannot replace human companionship.’

I quite agreed but there was no need to over flog that issue.

An hour later, Funke left my place. The following evening, with her visit, I realized that she was making it become a routine.

Despite the air of warmth and conviviality, I remained on my guard. I knew I must certainly not be carried away by the closeness that Funke offered.

That Friday evening, Funke was in my place by seven.

‘Hey, you can’t keep on keeping to yourself alone like this. It’s not healthy,’ she said.

I grinned. To me, it was perfectly healthy.

‘Well, I …’

‘Besides, Ruth said I should take care of you.’

‘She did?’ there was no way I would believe that, but I would not say so.

‘Yeah. Come on, let’s go on an outing.’

I looked at the clock hung on the wall. ‘At this hour?’

‘Come on, it doesn’t matter. We’ll be back in a couple of hours.’

I yielded to her. She drove to a house that looked like a guest house at the end of the town.

‘My father owns this place,’ she announced.

I nodded. ‘That’s good.’

We went inside the place. At the bar, she ordered for barbecue. ‘I’ll pay for everything we take,’ she said.

‘Thanks.’

‘Do you want to try champagne, cognac or brandy?’

I had read somewhere that champagne had about 12.2% of alcohol while brand and cognac had 40%. No way, I would not go for anything alcoholic.

‘No please. Just fruits juice will be okay.’

She smiled. ‘Okay, the fruits juice have it.’

We took the drinks and ate the spicily roasted meats.

‘So, what is it you like in a lady?’ she asked.
What a question! I sighed and thought of what to say. ‘I like a lady that is modest and decent,’ I replied.

She smiled. ‘Do I fall into that category?’

Oh Lord, what a thing to ask. ‘I think you are, so far.’

She looked pleased by the answer. ‘Are you sure about what you’re saying?’

I nodded and smiled modestly.

‘Do you mind if I call you Frank? Just Frank?’

I shrugged. I was supposed to be her boss, but did it really matter?

‘Now, tell me Frank, am I beautiful?’


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Re: The Love Grotto by yuno01(m): 8:47pm On Dec 01, 2019
Frank....red alert

I repeat
Code red!!
Re: The Love Grotto by superjaks(m): 6:18am On Dec 02, 2019
There's no point warning Frank of the impending danger. The signs are there already
Nice update though
Re: The Love Grotto by izaray(f): 11:14am On Dec 02, 2019
Frank use ur head
Re: The Love Grotto by Ann2012(f): 12:28pm On Dec 02, 2019
izaray:
Frank use ur head

Make he no use him head, na wahala be that
Re: The Love Grotto by Awesome05: 10:00am On Dec 04, 2019
Nice story
Re: The Love Grotto by FairCritic(m): 5:54pm On Dec 05, 2019
Beware of temptation
.
Re: The Love Grotto by PrudySara(f): 1:07pm On Dec 06, 2019
Is it that he can't see the handwritings on the wall??
Re: The Love Grotto by FrankAkowe: 9:24pm On Dec 06, 2019
She looked pleased by the answer. ‘Are you sure about what you’re saying?’

I nodded and smiled modestly.

‘Do you mind if I call you Frank? Just Frank?’

I shrugged. I was supposed to be her boss, but did it really matter?

‘Now, tell me Frank, am I beautiful?’

The beating of my heart increased. I must continue to be on top of the situation.

‘All ladies are beautiful.’

There was a slight frown on her face. ‘I don’t like that answer. I’m not asking a general question.

I’m asking just about myself, so direct your answer appropriately.’

I smiled genially. ‘It will not be proper to tell my future wife’s friend that she’s beautiful.’

She raised her brows. ‘What’s the crime in that?’

‘There’s no crime in it, but ethically speaking, it’s not appropriate.’

‘Whosh! What a sermon. You talk as if you’re a pastor.’

‘No I’m not, but I’m a worker in the vineyard of God. As a Christ ambassador, I must always uphold the virtues of godliness and goodness anywhere I find myself.’

That nailed my intention as she got the massage.
‘I guess Ruth is lucky to have you,’ she muttered.
Our conversation drifted to other things, but I continued to be on guard. About an hour later, we left the place and she drove ma back to the residential block.

‘Thanks for the moment we shared together,’ she said.

‘You’re the one I should thank. Good night.’

‘Good night.’ She engaged the gear and drove off.


* * *

A month to the introduction, I was really geared up to making a success of my prospective union with Ruth. I had saved some money even when I was still working at the advertising agency and it looked like the season of spending had finally come.

Ruth could adequately read the mood of the season and had some plans to make things easy for me. I got an alert on my bank account.

I was surprised to see that two million naira was transferred to the account and it was from no other person than my dear Ruth. I called her immediately.

‘Did you purposely transfer money into my account?’ I asked. ‘Or was it a mistake?’

‘It wasn’t a mistake. Yes, I did. Dad said I should do so. It’s to prepare for the forthcoming introduction and wedding ceremonies.’

‘Wow! That’s mighty generous of you and your dad. I really, really appreciate this.’

‘Don’t mention, dear. It’s all for good.’

I was indeed grateful for the generosity. I was now able to really plan for the events in a fabulous way. Ruth selected all the clothes we used for the traditional wedding.

They were gorgeous but expensive wears. I had no problem about paying for them. All the same, I didn’t let myself be carried away by the euphoria of marrying the highly delectable and exotic-like Ruth.


You can get the full story: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_love_grotto/28460

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Re: The Love Grotto by Janet96(f): 6:59am On Dec 07, 2019
Thanks for the update.
Re: The Love Grotto by yuno01(m): 7:02am On Dec 07, 2019
Nice update ...but they are taking too much time grin
Re: The Love Grotto by Tonyspecial(m): 10:19am On Dec 07, 2019
nice one, keep up the good work
Re: The Love Grotto by FrankAkowe: 8:20am On Dec 09, 2019
Tonyspecial:
nice one, keep up the good work
Many thanks, pal
Re: The Love Grotto by skubido(m): 6:34pm On Dec 09, 2019
Thanks for the update
Re: The Love Grotto by FrankAkowe: 9:23am On Dec 10, 2019
That nailed my intention as she got the massage.

‘I guess Ruth is lucky to have you,’ she muttered.

Our conversation drifted to other things, but I continued to be on guard.

About an hour later, we left the place and she drove ma back to the residential block.

‘Thanks for the moment we shared together,’ she said.

‘You’re the one I should thank. Good night.’

‘Good night.’

She engaged the gear and drove off.


* * *

A month to the introduction, I was really geared up to making a success of my prospective union with Ruth. I had saved some money even when I was still working at the advertising agency and it looked like the season of spending had finally come.

Ruth could adequately read the mood of the season and had some plans to make things easy for me. I got an alert on my bank account. I was surprised to see that two million naira was transferred to the account and it was from no other person than my dear Ruth.

I called her immediately.

‘Did you purposely transfer money into my account?’ I asked. ‘Or was it a mistake?’

‘It wasn’t a mistake. Yes, I did. Dad said I should do so. It’s to prepare for the forthcoming introduction and wedding ceremonies.’

‘Wow! That’s mighty generous of you and your dad. I really, really appreciate this.’

‘Don’t mention, dear. It’s all for good.’

I was indeed grateful for the generosity. I was now able to really plan for the events in a fabulous way.

Ruth selected all the clothes we used for the traditional wedding. They were gorgeous but expensive wears. I had no problem about paying for them.

All the same, I didn’t let myself be carried away by the euphoria of marrying the highly delectable and exotic-like Ruth.

The grand event was the wedding proper.

The church service and the wedding reception all took place at the G.R.A Ikeja. Important dignitaries graced the occasion and I had a feeling I was experiencing fantasy. A year ago, I would never have dreamt of a wedding as awesome as this. But then, man proposes, God disposes.

My suit was specially designed and hand made. My bride was stunning in her wedding gown. I felt like I was floating in the air when I gave the bridal kiss.

The good thing was I was convinced I was marrying her for love, and not for any other thing.

At the reception, a live band performed to the delight of every guest. When I danced with my bride, I could some of the guests spraying foreign currencies.

During the presentation of gifts, Otunba gave a brand new BMW X1 Sports Activity car to us while his wife gave a Mercedes Benz A-Class.

A latest model of Rolls Royce conveyed us to Sheraton Hotel where we would spend that Saturday night. We were to travel to Banjul, the Gambia by Monday morning for a two-week honey-moon vacation.

In the suite of our hotel, I still felt I was in the dreamland as I held Ruth’s hand.

‘Finally, you’re my wife,’ I said. ‘Ruth, baby, you’re mine permanently now.’

‘Yes, and you’re mine too.’

‘It’s the doing of the Lord,’ I enthused. ‘On my own, there’s no way this could have happened.’

She nodded.

I ogled her. ‘You look so lovely, so bewitching.’

‘Ehn, so I’m a witch now.’

I drew her to myself and planted a long kiss. Her yielding to my overture showed that she was expectant. We made love as if it was our first time of doing so. For the next forty hours or so, all we did was eat, drink and make love. Early Monday morning, the vehicle that would take us to the airport arrived.

The 2,327 kilometers flight from Lagos to Banjul by Air Peace commenced about ten a.m. It took about five hours to get to the small West African country land-locked by Senegal. We lodged at Rainbow Beach Bar and Lodgings which offered cheap but pleasant accommodation. It was located at Sanyang village in Banjul and was about ten-minute drive from Yundum Int’l Airport.
The hotel also provided a handbook on the people and government of the Gambia.

I read that the Republic of The Gambia is a country in West Africa that is almost surrounded by Senegal except to the western coastline along the Atlantic Ocean. Its official language is English while Madinka, Fula, Wolof, Serer and Jola were regarded as national languages.



You can download full story from: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_love_grotto/28460

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Re: The Love Grotto by tonysunkan(m): 7:08pm On Dec 10, 2019
Nice story. My regards.

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Re: The Love Grotto by Tonyspecial(m): 7:04pm On Dec 13, 2019
tonysunkan:
Nice story. My regards.

welcome
Re: The Love Grotto by aprilwise(m): 4:10am On Dec 14, 2019
Nice one. Thanks for the update
Re: The Love Grotto by Gettreadyy(m): 2:41pm On Dec 14, 2019
I love your choice of words, please keep up with the updates. Lovely piece
Re: The Love Grotto by Ann2012(f): 5:34pm On Dec 14, 2019
They've wedded at last, let's see what happens next.

Thanks for the update
Re: The Love Grotto by Khriztarl(f): 5:55pm On Dec 14, 2019
Yupe driver drop me here.. This one looks interesting #seat booked# Let me get a bottle of lacasera. I would be right back..
Re: The Love Grotto by Jeliking: 2:46pm On Dec 17, 2019
FrankAkowe:

That nailed my intention as she got the massage.

‘I guess Ruth is lucky to have you,’ she muttered.

Our conversation drifted to other things, but I continued to be on guard.

About an hour later, we left the place and she drove ma back to the residential block.

‘Thanks for the moment we shared together,’ she said.

‘You’re the one I should thank. Good night.’

‘Good night.’

She engaged the gear and drove off.


* * *

A month to the introduction, I was really geared up to making a success of my prospective union with Ruth. I had saved some money even when I was still working at the advertising agency and it looked like the season of spending had finally come.

Ruth could adequately read the mood of the season and had some plans to make things easy for me. I got an alert on my bank account. I was surprised to see that two million naira was transferred to the account and it was from no other person than my dear Ruth.

I called her immediately.

‘Did you purposely transfer money into my account?’ I asked. ‘Or was it a mistake?’

‘It wasn’t a mistake. Yes, I did. Dad said I should do so. It’s to prepare for the forthcoming introduction and wedding ceremonies.’

‘Wow! That’s mighty generous of you and your dad. I really, really appreciate this.’

‘Don’t mention, dear. It’s all for good.’

I was indeed grateful for the generosity. I was now able to really plan for the events in a fabulous way.

Ruth selected all the clothes we used for the traditional wedding. They were gorgeous but expensive wears. I had no problem about paying for them.

All the same, I didn’t let myself be carried away by the euphoria of marrying the highly delectable and exotic-like Ruth.

The grand event was the wedding proper.

The church service and the wedding reception all took place at the G.R.A Ikeja. Important dignitaries graced the occasion and I had a feeling I was experiencing fantasy. A year ago, I would never have dreamt of a wedding as awesome as this. But then, man proposes, God disposes.

My suit was specially designed and hand made. My bride was stunning in her wedding gown. I felt like I was floating in the air when I gave the bridal kiss.

The good thing was I was convinced I was marrying her for love, and not for any other thing.

At the reception, a live band performed to the delight of every guest. When I danced with my bride, I could some of the guests spraying foreign currencies.

During the presentation of gifts, Otunba gave a brand new BMW X1 Sports Activity car to us while his wife gave a Mercedes Benz A-Class.

A latest model of Rolls Royce conveyed us to Sheraton Hotel where we would spend that Saturday night. We were to travel to Banjul, the Gambia by Monday morning for a two-week honey-moon vacation.

In the suite of our hotel, I still felt I was in the dreamland as I held Ruth’s hand.

‘Finally, you’re my wife,’ I said. ‘Ruth, baby, you’re mine permanently now.’

‘Yes, and you’re mine too.’

‘It’s the doing of the Lord,’ I enthused. ‘On my own, there’s no way this could have happened.’

She nodded.

I ogled her. ‘You look so lovely, so bewitching.’

‘Ehn, so I’m a witch now.’

I drew her to myself and planted a long kiss. Her yielding to my overture showed that she was expectant. We made love as if it was our first time of doing so. For the next forty hours or so, all we did was eat, drink and make love. Early Monday morning, the vehicle that would take us to the airport arrived.

The 2,327 kilometers flight from Lagos to Banjul by Air Peace commenced about ten a.m. It took about five hours to get to the small West African country land-locked by Senegal. We lodged at Rainbow Beach Bar and Lodgings which offered cheap but pleasant accommodation. It was located at Sanyang village in Banjul and was about ten-minute drive from Yundum Int’l Airport.
The hotel also provided a handbook on the people and government of the Gambia.

I read that the Republic of The Gambia is a country in West Africa that is almost surrounded by Senegal except to the western coastline along the Atlantic Ocean. Its official language is English while Madinka, Fula, Wolof, Serer and Jola were regarded as national languages.



You can download full story from: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_love_grotto/28460


Nice work Mr Frank. Please kindly reduce the length of each recap on new post as it takes significant space length leaving us with little story for each post.Thanks

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