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SolaRaphael:
Fatty patted Agatha. 'Good luck,' she said, smiling. Anfani looked at her and winked. They soon left her with Cyril in the office. She sat on one of the visitors' seats while he brought his phone out and made a call.
'Yes, sir, the lady is in my office now.'

There was a slight pause. 'Okay, sir. That will be no problem, sir.'

He disengaged the line and turned to smile at her.

'He says he's on his way and will soon be here. Meanwhile, he said I should give you any drink of your choice.'

She remained confused. Now, what kind of thing was this? Her plan was to come and dance, make her money and go. Which one was this one that looked like 'being detained'?

Cyril could sense her nervousness. 'Relax,' he said, smiling. 'I know Chief Ovie very well. He can only do this to somebody he really likes.'

Agatha nearly chuckled. She did not even know the man and could not imagine how he looked. Yet, she was told the man liked her!

'What drinks do I get you?' Cyril intruded into her thoughts.

'Malt will be okay.'

He nodded. 'Just a minute.'

He left the office. She sighed and tried to relax. So, the man was interested in her, why did he pick on her? She believed Anfani was more beautiful than her, why not pick Anfani?

Fatty too was beautiful, although she was chubby. The other two girls were not bad-looking. Out of the five pretty young ladies, why did he pick on her?

Cyril was soon back with a tray containing two cold bottles of malt and a covered plates containing barbecue. He did not even ask one of the service girls to serve Agatha. Cyril was the one doing it himself. Gosh!
'I bought some suya (roasted meats) for you to savor the taste,' he said, grinning.

This is serious, she thought. A glass cup and an opener were also in the tray. He opened it for her.

'There you're,' he said.

'Thank you very much, sir. I mean thank you, Cyril.'

'You're welcome. Just relax and don't worry about a thing. See, I'll soon be back. I want to attend to work matters.'

She nodded. 'Okay.'

About five minutes later, a man that should be about fifty years came to the office. He was looking important in his well starched kaftan.

His polished shoes, gold wrist-watch and his carriage all portrayed a successful and confident person. He smiled at her.

'Good evening, sir,' Agatha greeted.

'Good evening, my lovely queen.' He extended his hand for a hand shake. 'I'm Chief Doctor Nelson Ovie.'

So, this was the man who desired to see her. 'Good evening, sir,' she greeted again.

'Yeah. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you're not angry.'

She shook her head. 'No, I'm not. I was only wondering why I you wanted to see me, sir.'

He smiled benignly and sat on another visitor's chair. 'I'll come to that. Very soon, I'll come to that. I want to discuss some matters with you.'

Agatha tried to look calm but she was all tensed up. What did this important-looking man want to discuss with her?

'Cyril told me you're an undergraduate student of Lagoon-View University. Is that right?'

She nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

'Good. Now, let me tell you why I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you because I like you.'

Agatha froze on her seat. It was not as if she had not thought that the man would say this, but the way he said it in that no-hold-barred way made her react the way she did.

'Sir?' she asked.

Ovie smiled.

He smiled again. 'I said I like you. I really mean that. The first thing I want you to do for me is to stop dancing in this club or any other club. I know you're making some money from it, but I want you to stop. I'm going to compensate you for that. Can you do that for me?'


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boomssey:
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Janet96:
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SolaRaphael:
His mind went over the option the chief had given him: that if he could not carry out the task within five days, he must be prepared to return the two hundred thousand naira he had been paid.


The sudden interest in Sam and the fact Sam himself had to leave hurriedly meant there was trouble somewhere. She too tried to reach his lines again but could not reach any of them. That had been the situation since morning.



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tonysunkan:
I wanted to say more, but her right hand moved from the chest to inside the boxer I was wearing and she tenderly held my joystick. Deftly, her hand moved over it as she caressed the organ. In response, the part wasted no time in becoming fully erect.

I removed her top and unhooked her bra. Her jaunty boobs sprang to life as I sucked her nipples. I could see eagerness and anticipation in her mood. She quickly removed her clothing, just as I did the same to mine.

In every sense, she appeared like someone that was sex-starved and needed a life-line. Right there in the sitting-room, we did things to satisfy each other's lusts.

We were so carried away we neither moved to the bedroom nor lock the door. And we were so engrossed in fulfilling our quest that we didn't know when the door was opened and an intruder came in.

'What ...!' I heard faintly. Then something thudded on the tiled floor. I glanced at the sight and saw a lady lying on the floor.

'What?!' It was my turn to make that exclamation. I quickly stopped the coital act, wore my boxer and rushed to see the lady on the floor.

It was Yetunde. The sight she had seen must be too much for her and she had fainted.

'Oh Lord,' I muttered, panic gripping me. 'Yetunde! Yetunde!'

But she was past responding to me. Bisola too quickly wore her clothes.

'She fainted?' she asked unnecessarily.

My mind was in frenzy. I had to decide what to do, and fast too. Quickly, I wore my t-shirt and wore a trousers on the boxer.

'I will have to take her to the hospital,' I muttered.

I picked her up from the ground while Bisola picked the small bag she, Yetunde, had brought. I placed her in the back seat of my car, went inside to take some money and my ATM card and locked up my flat.

'Do I follow you?' Bisola asked.

'No,' I replied grimly. There was a small private hospital not far from my residence. I took her there and called their attention to emergency.

They brought a stretcher to take her inside. As they were putting her on a bed, she opened her eyes dreamily. Then, I noticed that there was a blood stain on her skirt.

'Please, you have to excuse us,' the elderly doctor said. 'Kindly wait at the reception while we examine and observe her.'

I went to wait at the large reception room, cursing my luck and cursing the moment I conceded to Bisola's desire.

But why did Yetunde come around? Didn't she say she would not be coming as she was ill? Why did she come in at the very time Bisola and I were engrossed in pleasures of the flesh?

Above all, why did she not tell me that she would be calling?

Some minutes later, the doctor called me to his office.
'You will have to help us call one of her relatives, as she said she didn't want to see you.'

My heart sank. 'But, how's she? Is she okay?'

The doctor nodded. 'She's going to be okay, but the shock and the fall she experienced have made her to have a miscarriage.'

'What?' I stood up, shocked at the bad news.

'But, she's going to be okay,' the doctor said.

The pleasures I was having with Bisola had suddenly brought about sorrows. I was distraught by what had happened, to say the least.

I had to call my mother to say what had happened. But I did not reveal the sordid details. I only said Yetunde came in, met a lady and me in an uncompromising position, fell down and fainted.

Within few minute the news had spread. The first person to get to the hospital was Nike, Yetunde's younger sister. Later, Yetunde was discharged.

I offered to take her home, but she refused. Even my offer of paying for her cab was rebuffed. It was one of the saddest days of my life, but I guessed I took things for granted.

On Saturday morning, dad summoned me to our Ikeja home.

In the sitting-room, a look at my mum's eyes showed that she had been crying. I felt so bad.



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Raphael had no option than to stop whatever misgivings he had about her.

'We're friends already, but not good friends. I want us to be good friends.' She had emphasized the words, good friends.

'It depends on what you mean by good friends. How will you define it?' The way he asked was like a teacher asking a petulant student.

'You're the English language teacher and you're asking me to define good friendship? Come on, Raphael.'

'I need to clarify things.'

She remained evasive. 'See, the friendship will not affect your relationship with Janet. You can go ahead and marry her. I'll even attend your wedding.' She smiled cracked her knuckles.

Raphael smiled too. 'This friendship you're talking about, will it involve intimacy? I mean real intimacy?'

She clouded her face. 'I'm sorry I'm at a loss on what you mean by real intimacy.'

'Come on, Becky, you know what I mean.'

She shook her head. 'Please, explain it.'

'Alright.' He stared at her again. 'Will it involve sex?'

She made a face as if she was shocked by his question. 'Raphael, look at you, so you have such a dirty mind.'

He was forced to be on the defensive. 'I don't have any dirty mind. I only asked you a question. Will it involve intimacy?'

'Yes, but no sex.' She laughed as if that was a joke.

He made a face. 'That's contradiction.'

'No. I just wanted to hear you out when you asked for the meaning of intimacy. I too have ideas of what intimacy is all about.' She paused. Her listener waited patiently. 'To me, it doesn't have to involve sex.'

'Really? Intimacy between a male and a female usually involves it.'

She shrugged it off. 'Anyway, I don't have that in mind. My mind is not on that at all. You're the one thinking so. Are you at peace now?'

'I'm always at peace. I asked that question for clarification purpose.' He got up from his seat and paced around the sitting room. Becky let him be.

'So, can you just say the things you'll expect from me as a good friend?' He stopped his pacing and faced her.

She smiled again. 'I know you know the answer already. A good friend is someone one can confide in, someone to talk to, and someone one can rely on when the need arises.'

He nodded in agreement. 'If that's all you want as a good friend, then you can count on me.'

The smile she gave was the brightest he had seen on her, so far.

'Really? Come and give me a hug.' She stood up and spread her hands.

He went to her and they hugged briefly.

'That's good.' She looked contended. 'Now, we're moving on.'

He sat down again. 'Now, let's discuss Janet's matter.'



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Kaycee9242:
Bisola belle is sure, well done op

Ann2012:
Abi Bisola don get belle ni?

Thanks for the update

izaray:
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