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I stopped and briefly looked at her.

‘Are you sure you’re not angry with me?’ she asked.

‘No, no, ma’m. I can’t be angry with you.’

She sat up on the bed and stood up. ‘If you’re not, then come and give me a hug.’

I looked startled.

‘Don’t look like that,’ she said, almost in a plaintive tone. ‘What is the crime in giving someone a hug?’

I tried to look indifferent but it wasn’t easy. A hug for a woman clad only in under-wears? It would be like hugging electric current. But, maybe
it would be a desirable current. Alright, if she wanted a hug, Ola, give her a hug, my mind said.




For complete reading: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/lost_in_lust/24333


(Dear esteemed friends and Nairalanders, the next updating will be Thursday, December 27th,2018. Thank you all for your interest and comments. Wishing you all Merry Christmas in advance).[/quote]That kind of hug can send a man to planet Venus.

SeyiDominion:
Thank you. I am currently working on another story. But I can recommend 'Lost in Lust' and 'A Fatal Love.'

When will your next work be out?

This story is a mixture of mystery, romance, suspense and saucy love scenes. Great work, OP.

Vulcanheph:
Yeah I've noticed the little similarities between this story(lost in lust) and another story on NL called the sugar mum(which I'm also following)... But so far the similarities are small and this story is just beginning, but I was still waiting for it to becomes too obvious before I let the writer know.
But so far I'm thrilled and I'm enjoying it.

I have read the two stories from the beginning to the end. The similarity is just the next episode (I don't want to pre empt the story). After that episode , all other events are totally different from what happened in The Sugar Mum.

Lost in Lust is a great story on its own.

Nice story OP. Keep it up.

Nice update. Well balanced story. Good diction and articulation. Keep it up.

ToyinOlorunsola:
Ayo was in a very delighted mood. After leaving his office, he went to his office cubicle to get some papers. He whistled to himself. If what
he had been told jelled, then he would soon be saying farewell to the office and the present job, at least for now. The prospects of the new
task thrilled him.

Many journalists angled to get a better or a political job. Although working for I-News was very rewarding, compared with the working conditions of other print media outfits, Ayo would not mind moving up the ladder to a much higher level. In Nigeria, the competition was really stiff and better opportunities came sparingly. Now that he had the opportunity - a case which could be once in a life time - he would not allow the opportunity to slip by, even if Idowu wanted him to swear before a shrine!

He decided he would not tell any colleague or associate yet about the new job that awaited him. He soon left his office. As he drove
home, his mind refused to stop ruminating over his conversation with Idowu. The new job meant he would relocate from Lagos to the Nigeria's capital city, Abuja. While Abuja was the administrative capital, Lagos remained the commercial nerve center of the nation.

Congrats, Uncle Ayo.

Nice update. Keep it up.

Thanks for the update.

Nice story. Keep it coming.

FrankAkowe:
The morning,
She still looked ruffled but stood up. I left here there and returned to work. Now, that wasn’t my fault, was it? I had pleaded with her, but she was recalcitrant. Now, it was late for any reconciliation.



For full reading: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/lost_in_lust/24333

Oga Ola forgive Bisola now

Good story

CaZmir:

Madam B to Steph "He's already thinking of marrying you"

Very funny.

Ola be careful. What a man eats can bring his fall

Great work. Ride on.

LoveToRead:
Dear friends,

This is to inform that a revised version of 'The Sugar Mum' has been published by Okadabooks.

Thank you all for your interest.
You can read it on: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_sugar_mum_revised_edition/24398




(There is also revised version of 'Victims of Passion) on the same platform.

Left to me, the op can give us the whole story one more time.

Damibiz:
Martin,Damibiz is ever ready to help....jst contact me nd ur family will be happy again..na joke oh...it is very sad,that i y i said that i can never go on a no Sex before marriage,we go do first na woh..

The thing about pre-marital sex is that The Bible is against it.

I don't understand why Alex is stalling. The earlier he tells his wife, the better for everyone.
Good work, op.

Thanks for the update

LoveToRead:
Dear friends,

This is to inform that a revised version of 'The Sugar Mum' has been published by Okadabooks.

Thank you all for your interest.
You can read it on: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_sugar_mum_revised_edition/24398




(There is also revised version of 'Victims of Passion) on the same platform.

Kudos to you. OP

LightQueen:
I thought she is a semi witch for her to tell Ola not to ever sleep with another lady for it has consequences, and I also know maybe Joyce would be the be belle between them.

Semi witch? That is serious. I still believe she has good intentions.

Enny is a good lady who doesn't deserve the treatment Alex is giving her..

To me Naomi is a good lady

SeyiDominion:
He nodded avidly. ‘I hereby totally agree.’

‘So, what can you offer me?’

He held the money he had seen in his pocket dearly. ‘Anything you want my princess. Then, what about this money? Let’s share it 50-50.’

She smiled warmly. ‘No. there’s no need for that. But you can buy anything you desire for me.’

‘Oh, I’ll surely do that. What about food? What will you eat?’

‘Anything you offer me.’

‘Okay.’ He decided to go to a small eatery not far from where he lived to buy a take-away pack of fried rice, salad and chicken.
She was all smiles when he served her the food. Rita had no doubt that the relationship would be a ‘fruitful one.’





In the semi-dark room, he could clearly see her outline. She was no doubt beautiful, like a goddess. She must be a goddess, he thought. To
compound his situation, her breasts were very firm; very firm and enticing. He felt like grabbing them and running his mouth on the nipples. It
was such a big effort for him to restrain himself

Nothing good comes easy.
Well done op

Owoblow's brow went up in concentration. Kano? Was he living in Kano? He shook his head. He could not tell. The problem was he could not even say anything about where he lived.

'I don't know where I live,' he admitted in perplexity. 'But I know I'm from the south west part of this country.'

Yacoub, the bike rider decided that the man he was talking with was not insane. Maybe he was in this state as a result of being drugged, or something, he decided.

'Alright,' Yacoub said. 'Get on the bike. I will try to help you.'


* * *
Two hours after she had woken up, Helen was yet to set her eyes on her husband. She had been up and down the one-storey bulding. She had opened and checked all the rooms in the edifice, including the guest rooms. She had checked all the toilets and bathrooms. She had also checked the garage. Still, there was no sign of him.

All his cars were in the compound. When the security man was asked if he had sighted him, the man replied in the negative. So, where was he? Together with the secity man and house maid, they searched the backyard and the whole compound.

Could he have been kidnapped? But how could that be? How would such abductors gain entrance into the house to carry out their nefarious activity? And without anybody being aware of it?

* * *
Yacoub took Owoblow to his house in Gyadi-gyadi quarters of Kano. The first thing he was asked to was to have a bath. Yacoub then gave him a t shirt and brown trousers to wear.

Helen was nonplussed. So, where could he be? Could he have gone to the backyard? She went up back to the bedrrom, thinking that he would soon re-emerge from where he had gone.






It was dawn. Owoblow moved to his right on the bushpath. He sensed he could hear the sounds of moving vehicles not far away. He was right. After walking for about five minutes, the footpath led him to a broad tarred road. It looked like an expressway. He could not tell where the road led to. Then, he renenbered something, he remembered he was a Nigerian, but where came from or where he lived, he could not tell.

A motor bike was moving towards where he stood. He waved it down.

'Good morning,' he greeted the rider. 'Please, I'm kind of lost and I don't where I am. Please, which road is this place?'

The rider, a middle aged man, wearing kaftan looked at Owoblow curiously. He was trying to ascertain if the man dressed in pyjamas and standing by the roadside was sane or not.

'Please, just tell me, which place is this? This road, where does it lead to?' Owoblow's voice was plaintive.

The rider shook his head sadly and sympathetically. The man, from his English accent, was most likely a south westerner. Could he be a victim of kidnap, or ritualist or what?

'See, oga,' the rider said. 'This is Kano road. Where I'm coming from is Katsina. Not far from here is BUK, then Kabuga, then Kano. They kidnapped you from Kano?'