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All That Glitters



Kween Sheba

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All that Glitters
Lovette is a lovely, young lady that desires a good job after her national youth service. She meets a top banker and it seems her prayers are finally answered. Timi gives her the good things of life. Things move on to high level for her. Just when she relishes her status, she learns that not all that glitters is gold.



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LOVETTE

Habib appeared more excited than before. He drank from the plastic bottle of malt set before the table, his eyes twinkling.

“I’m going to miss you, Lovette,” he said for the umpteenth time.

“I’m going to miss you too,” I echoed, hoping my words would reassure him.

He nodded and was silent for some seconds. “And the final camp is next week?”

He had asked the question before. I smiled and tried to avoid getting irritated by his questions.

“Yes, the passing out parade is next week.”

He sighed and gulped that the rest of his drink.

“Now, let’s go to the room I’ve booked.”

There was excitement in his tone. He always sounded excited at a time like this. I finished the rest of my drinks too. He picked his cap from the table, put it on, stood up and smiled. I stood up too.

“Let me get the key to the room from the manager.” He moved to meet the guy behind the reception desk.

Why Habib kept referring to the man as ‘manager’ baffled me. I thought it was better to regard the man as reception clerk or something. We were in a guest house that offered all sorts of hospitality, including hosting lovers for an hour, a night and so on.

The place was along Samaru Road, Zaria, and it was a discreet and serene place.

Habib was soon back with the key and a leer on his face.

“Let’s go, my lovely queen.”

I followed him out of the lobby to a corridor and to a room by the left. He unlocked it and we stepped inside. It was one of the rooms in the guest house and it looked clean without being elegant.

He had brought me here before. Specifically, we were no strangers to the room.

“Here we are,” he said, grinning.

He locked the door, removed his cap and started undressing. I put my handbag on the bed-side table and removed my shoes. In a minute, Habib had stripped himself only to the boxer.


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