Secret Adventure 💦🕊

Episode 7

Dr. Ben's POV

After I dropped Princess off at school, I left instructions for the teacher. Then I went my way to school. I wasn’t feeling it this morning. I felt physically s!ck. I felt exhausted. I felt hot. How could Rita betrây me this way? What did she see in that man that she didn’t see in me?

By the time I finally made it to the University gates, it was almost 3:30 PM. I went straight to my office and took down the notes from my office doorpost that said I was away until 3:30 PM. I had 30 minutes and then lectures will begin. I had spent most of my morning locked away at the Public Library, writing, venting in words, and journaling. I also stopped at my lawyer’s office after that, but I felt my anger multiplied when I left my office.

Then I went for a walk in the park to clear my head, but nothing worked. I thought about calling Darlington, but I knew Darlington was mostly going to try and convince me to visit the str!p club, arguing that I wouldn’t feel guîlty doing it now. But I wasn’t that type of man. Even with all of what Rita had done, I still loved my wife.

I wanted to look past this and try again and maybe try to make it work. Counseling? We had been going to counseling during our early years of marriage, but busyness and having a child kind of put that on hold. Counseling was like a check-up to us. At least it used to be.
Now, if I was going to make it work, I wanted to know if Rita would want to make it work, too.

I was dire in need of counseling. I thought about my other close friend who was away in UK. Should I call him? Damian had been married for almost 12 years now.

I hisséd at the fact that I hadn’t really stayed in touch with Damian all these years, but I knew Damian was different. Different than Darlington. Maybe I would seek his advice later.

I also thought about my parents and Rita’s parents. They all lived in Lagos, but maybe a call wouldn’t húrt too.

I raked my fingers through my hair and then heaved out a deep sigh as I bent my head over the back of the chair, sitting there broken and húrt. Then there was a knock on the door.

I quickly regained my composure as I sat up on my chair and slid a textbook in my front. I cleared my throat.

“Come in.”

It was Ken, my friend and colleague. Ken was married. Maybe He could give me some advice or two. But then I wasn’t one to tell my problems to everyone, especially not a colleague. But then I knew Ken. And Ken wasn’t just anybody. He was a great guy and he valued family.

It took Ken clearing his throat to get me out of my thoughts.

“I hope everything is okay with you, Ben.”

He was studying me as he sat back on the chair.

“Yes.” I released a deep sigh.

“How are things going?”

Ken nodded. “Good, good. I came for the recommendation,” he replied.

“Oh, yes, give me a second to get that for you.”

Ken was an English professor at the University, and the two of us sometimes recommended books and read for our respective classes.

“Are you sure you are okay?” He asked again. “How is the family?”

And I could sense the genuineness in his voice. I sighed again and handed over the piece of paper to him. It was at that moment that I decided to tell Ken everything.


***

Neveah's POV

Something seemed off.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but my séxy lecturer seemed like he would rather be somewhere else at that moment and not in his favorite classroom. No one else in the class seemed to notice this, but I did because they were just reading the workshop while I stayed seated staring away at my lecturer.

“Neveah, Is there a problem?”

I blinked twice as I adjusted my position on my chair and cleared my throat. Everyone seemed to be focused on me now. The reading has stopped too.
Great way to attract attention. Just great.

Bassey’s eyes were holding humor like they always do, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. We may be friends now, but he was still that ann0ying dreadlock boy.

“No, Sir,” I replied to my professor, and he nodded.

I looked away and focused my eyes on the paper in front of me, but could still feel his gaze on me. He better get it together and stop acting all weírd.
When the reading and the discussion ended, he began again.

“So, next week, as we know it, Neveah and Jane, we will be work-shopping your stories.

Damn. I still haven’t done mine.

“Neveah, your story will be work-sopped on Monday.”

Sh!t.

“And Jane on Wednesday.”

“Make sure you two come prepared. No excuses,” He finalized, and all I wanted to do now was just quit this postgraduate school thing.

I might have to take off from the club this weekend, but I don’t even have any idea of what to write.

After class ended, I began packing my things in my bag when Bassey approached me.

“Are you ready for your workshop on Monday?” He asked with his signature smile and I just sighed, hanging my back over my shoulder.

“I haven’t written anything yet. I’ve run out of ideas,” I said to him as we both stepped out of the classroom.

My eyes momentarily caught a glimpse of my professor walking toward the direction of his office, and a part of me felt like going after him. But I couldn’t. Not when Bassey was walking beside me.

“You know…,” His voice broke my thoughts.

“You can always run ideas with Doctor Ben. At my old school, we had this thing where we could run ideas for our essays with our English professor. And that’s always helped.”

I sh0t him a glare

Run ideas with Doctor Ben?

That man would never give me the time of the day anymore.

“I don’t know about that,” I replied, still weighing the possibility of going into his office, but for a totally different reason because, well, I’m not normal.

“Try it, just try it. I’m not sure if it’s a thing with this school, but I’m sure Dr. Ben would be happy to point you in the right direction if you feel lost,” he said, and I nodded.

I felt lost already. Lost in dream and fantasy land.

If only he wasn’t married…

Urgh.

“OK, I guess I’ll go ask him now since my workshop is next Monday.”

Bassey smiled and nodded. “Good idea. I will wait for you here.”

“No,” I yelled but smoothened it down with a smile.

I cleared my throat. “Don’t worry about waiting. I’m not sure how long it will take, but I will text you when I get home.”

He looked unsure for some moment and then shrugged. “Okay. Let me know when you get home and how it goes.”

“I will do that,” I replied and then turned around to begin making my way toward Dr. Ben’s office.

For some reason, I was feeling nervous. I mean, he looked fúrious in class today or maybe I was just reading too much into it.

Either way, I was excited to be meeting with him now.

As I got to the office, I knocked on the door with every confidence I could manage.

“Come in,” I heard him say, and I took in a controlled breath as I turned the doorknob open.

After occupying the seats across from him, I looked up to meet his gaze. And what I saw caused the air to get trapped in my throat.



To be continued...
Lîke, C0mment, and Shâre.



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How do you think Neveah's interaction with Dr. Ben is going to be this time?

Would she be decent this time or do you think she's going to try something else?

Episode 6.

Dr. Ben's POV ~

The glittering lights of the moon from the open window in my bedroom were casting a shadow on the headboard— an indication that the night was still young as I stood up to get some water.

Maybe I will try to get a little more work done.
After checking my daughter’s room and finding her to be fast asleep, I made my way to the bedroom where my wife, Rita was taking her bath.

I smiled at the idea of getting in the shower with her, but for some reason, I decided against it. It was almost 8:00 and I needed to check a few of the question emails that my students had sent to me. The first workshop had been a success, even though I kept being interrupted by that Neveah of a girl.

The way she was nodding, falling asleep in my class. I knew I might have overstepped my bounds when I said what I said to her in class. If not for Darlington’s spill of how he spent the night at the br0thel with Neveah. I wouldn’t have been bothered calling her out in class like I did. Not like it was my business what Darlington did with his life or what Neveah did with hers. But the thought made me s!ck.

Why would she be involved in a job like that when she was easily one of the smartest students had ever known? Well, that’s her business.

I placed the empty cup of tea on the table and opened my laptop as I rested my bag on the headboard. But the ringing of my wife’s phone interrupted me. I was about to turn to the other side to check it out and that was when it stopped ringing.

Giving out a satisfied sigh, I returned my attention to my emails. I heard the shower stopped running and figured my wife was done. A smile found its way to my face when I realized she would be joining me in bed soon. Maybe I will just get to these emails tomorrow.

As I closed my laptop, the phone began beeping. This time I waited to see if my wife was going to get it, seeing that it was her phone. But when she lingered in the shower, perhaps she didn’t hear it ringing. I decided to check it out myself.
Maybe I will let the other person know that she will reach out to them later. Surprisingly, I saw a text that made my heart break into a million pieces, and my blood boiled with anger.

“Last night was fun, beautiful. Where can I see you again?”
—D.

Damn, I couldn’t believe what I saw. I was now willing my heart to stay still. At that moment, Rita came out of the bedroom.

“Hey baby,” she proceeded to wrap her arms around me. I was fighting to not let her soapy scent intoxicate my senses. I needed to think.

“What’s this?” I turned around abruptly and raised the phone to her face so she could see the text message. I watched as fear crept up her face. Then something else replaced it.

Was she trying to mask the obvious?

“Are you….?” I didn’t want to say it.. To believe it.

“Are you having an affair?”

Rita swallowed. “I’m…It’s it’s not what you think, baby. I..”

“Don’t call me that! Are you…,” I stopped halfway and turned around. I couldn’t look at her. I raked my fingers through my hair. “Why, Rita why? Who is he?”
I walked away from her. I couldn’t stay closer to her for fear of what I might do.

“I said who the héll is he?”

I turned back around to face her, across from where I stood. My face furious, My eyes narrowed into a fine slit. Rita couldn’t meet my fiery gaze. She sniffed and wrapped the towel around her slim body.

“He is a sponsor for the fashion project. His name is Daniel.”

“Was the money I’ve been giving you not enough?” I asked quietly as I closed my eyes.

When she continued sobbing, I was losing all sense of reasoning.

“Answer me!!"

“It was… It was just just a simple dinner. He..he.,” she stammered.

“You went to dinner with him?”
What?

“Yes.” Rita swallowed. “He wanted to discuss some business regarding the fashion designing project, and and…”

“And what?” I prompted.

I couldn’t bring myself to ask her, but maybe that would be the redemption I was looking for. Maybe she didn’t do it.

“Did you sleep with him?”

It seemed my question made her look up to meet my gaze. And what I saw told me what I needed to know.

“Why, Rita, Why? How could you?”

I couldn’t make the question for.

How could she do this after seven years of marriage? What have I not given her? I would have done anything for her. I would have given my life!

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. It just happened. I was carried away. I promise I love you, baby.”

I raised a hand and she began sobbing loudly. I was left numb. I also felt numb when I grabbed my laptop, and phone and left the bedroom. I went upstairs. It was only when I got inside the guest room that I felt the crumbles of my shattered heart. I felt the stench of beträyal.

And it was only then that I fell on my knees. I was emotional. I could feel tears gathering around my eyes.
Women and being materialistic.

***
I woke up the next morning with a troubling headache. I knew I needed to get my day started. I couldn’t afford to not get to class later in the day. But I had some errands to run first. First and foremost, I had to take care of my Princess, my daughter.

It was 6:30 AM when I left the guest room and made my way upstairs. I woke Princess up so she could get ready for school. Then I turned towards my bedroom. When I opened the door, Rita was just done dressing up. I still couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

“Good morning,” I heard her greet but I ignored her.

Everything about her ïrritated me now. I grabbed a pair of slacks, shirts, underwear, and shoes and then left the room again.
When I was dressed, I went to Princess’s room and found her putting her books in her backpack.

“Daddy,” she ran to hug me.

“Good morning, Princess.” I managed to greet her, planting a k!ss on her forehead.

“Good morning, Daddy.”

“Are you ready for breakfast, Princess?”

Her face lights up. “Yes,” she said.

I smiled down at her and held her backpack as we made our way downstairs to the dining table.

“Corn flakes, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. And a lot of milk.”

I smiled. I had always made sure the fridge was fully stocked, making sure to not forget to get Princess’s favorite milk.
Meanwhile, my body ached from what Rita had done, and my heart ached along with it.

After pouring Princess some cereal and milk, I look up to find my wife, no, Rita descending the stairs. I knew she was avoiding my gaze and I didn’t care.

“Good morning, baby, ” she greeted Princess.

“Good morning, Mommy,” Princess greeted her, with a mouthful of cereal.

“What did I tell you about speaking with food in your mouth?” I warned her
Princess's face became sorry as she responded after swallowing. “It’s bad manners.” She answered, lowering her head.

“Good, swallow before speaking, okay.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Minutes of awkward silence later, Princess was done.

“Are you done? Let’s go.” Her mother asked, but I stopped her.

“I will take her today,” I insisted.

Princess looked at me and then shot a gaze at her mum, her face creased up in a confused look.

Her mother usually took her to school on most days and I stepped in sometimes. When I did, it was mostly on Thursdays or Fridays. But today, I wanted to take her. Rita didn’t think she had the right to argue, so she just smiled down at Princess, who was holding her hand.

She planted a small k!ss on her cheek. “Daddy wants to take you today. Mommy is going to work, okay? But I will come pick you up later in the day.”

“Don’t bother about that. I will pick her up,” I told her.

Though I had no idea I was going to do it, since by the time Princess was done with school, I would be in my office having my office hours at that time. But I would pick my daughter up today. Anything to avoid thinking about my wife’s betrayäl

To be continued..

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Episode 5

Dr. Ben’s POV ~

“Going somewhere?” I asked my beautiful wife as I closed the door behind me and stared at the gorgeous wife I married.

“Yeah, the girls and I have a night out. Just catching up and all.”

“Hmm.” I thought for a minute as I took confident strides towards her. I pressed a k!ss on her neck as I gently took a handful of her hair and pushed it aside while helping her with the necklace. I could feel her unsettled form as she tried to hold still.

“You seemed nervous. Are you OK?” She asked.

I turned her around so she was now facing me.

I studied her. “You look absolutely gorgeous. I’m not jealous that you are all dressed up for your girlfriends,” I said, my eyes holding a hint of playfulness.
My wife tried to smile as she hugged me not wanting me to see the expression she was trying not to convey.

“I’m OK. I hope you and Princess will be fine for a few hours,” She asked.
I smoothed her hair. “We will be fine. Just have fun.” I released her and held her at arm's length.

“Oh,” I suddenly remembered. I released her hands and made my way to one of the side drawers. “Here.” I placed the envelope in her hands.

“That’s 100,000 naira for the new space you’re looking for. I hope that will be enough?”

She swallowed as her eyes scanned the inside of the envelope. A second letter. Her eyes were glimmering in the dimming light room. “Yes, baby. It’s just perfect. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Well, if it is not enough, just let me know, OK? I want to be my wife’s number-one supporter. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” She hugged my back, raising the envelope to her nose and inhaling the freshness of it.

***

On Monday afternoon, I decided to meet up with my best friend, Darlington, before heading to school. Since Darlington returned from his trip, I hadn’t been able to catch up and I called last night. We decided to meet up for lunch today.
I went to the restaurant and parked my car, grateful for a great parking lot. I spotted him getting out of his own car, my face lit up.

“Darlington, my man.”

He engulfed me in a bro hug and smiled widely.

“Well, if it is not my married best friend being tied down to his gorgeous wife, I can’t help but be jealous.”

I laughed as we made our way into the restaurant.

When we finally got seated, he spoke up. “So, how is married life these days? It’s been 9-10? Twenty years?”

I shot him a glare and he bursted out in laughter.

“Man, with the way she has you locked up, I was starting to think it’s really been 20 years or more.” He said.

“Seven, actually. Three weeks ago, ” I corrected him.

“Nice. Congratulations man. I only hope to find a love like yours someday.”
I just giggled, lowered the menu, and was about to comment on it when a waitress came in and took our orders.

“What can I get you both to drink?” She stared at us and blushed when Darlington’s eyes lingered on her.

“Nancy, ” he said her name when he found her name tag and the waitress might as well be a red tomato at this point.

I just stayed at Darlington and shook my head. He still hasn’t changed.

“How about you tear me a piece of paper in your hand and write down your number? Meanwhile, get me Heineken.”

The waitress just giggled and I rolled my eyes.

“Water will do for me,” I said when she turned in my direction.
She nodded and left us.

“You will probably be close to finding real love if you drop this habit of yours,” I told him.

He borrowed his brows. “What habits? Admiring the creator's creature?”
I shook my head in disbelief.

“She’s probably still in secondary school. That young girl doesn’t look anything above 18.” I told him.

Darlington shrugged. “So? She looked interested, I tell you.”

Anyway, Nancy came back with our orders and we told her what we wanted to eat and she confirmed the order before smiling at Darlington and handing what looked like a napkin to him.

I just tightened my lips.

“Anyway, I was at the strip club yesterday. If you think this one looks young, wait till you see the one I had last night. Man, she was fire. I don’t think I’ve ever had it like the way she gave it to me last night. You should come to the…,”

“No thanks. I’m not coming. I cut in.”

“I’m serious. Her name is…,”

“Spare me the details, I’m not interested.”

Darlington chuckled. “I wish you could do her too, but not now, when I’m finished with her, you can have her. I’ll be going there again this coming weekend. You can come.” He lowered his voice. “Watch her strip. I’m sure you won’t want to run back to Rita again after that.”

I really felt nauseated.

“I’m not interested, dude. You know that.” I said, the frown finding its way to his face.

Darlington raised both hands in surrender. OK, OK, if you say so. But do you know what they call her over there? And for good reason too, because man, it felt like heaven on earth. They call her Heaven.
Heaven.

“What?” I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes.

Heaven.

Neveah’s POV.

I was struggling.

I didn’t get much sleep last night and I almost wanted to call in at work this morning. Even the two-hour nap I took did nothing to ward off this drowsiness.
And this Dr. Ben been looking at me strangely ever since class began? I was there trying to focus and listen as we workshop a story written by one of our classmates, Bode. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I disregarded his eyes and pried into the paper in front of me.

“Can’t you keep your eyes open? Neveah?”

I jolted out of my impending slumber when I heard his voice.
I raised a brow. “Please, try to stay awake and not waste the effort of your classmates. You had a busy night I suppose.”

I narrowed my eyes and sat up on my chair. I knew this man hätes everything about me, especially since after my f00lish acts and all. But seriously, did he have to embarräss me like that? Is this payback for what I did? It’s not like I’m even going to try it again. Wait, maybe I will, but why is he acting like such an a$$hole?

I swallowed and maintained my sitting posture as I managed to return my focus to the discussion. I didn’t even have time to go over Bode's story.

About one struggling hour later, the class was over and I began to pack my things and headed outside before the dreadlocks boys got to interrupt me. But then Jane appeared from nowhere.

“Hey Nevaeh, what’s up? Can we talk?”

Unable to process what she was saying, I nodded absent-mindedly and walked towards the door, but not before I noticed Dr. Ben's eyes on me.

“So about what I asked you last week?”

I let her trail off as I released a deep sigh and another deep sigh.
This girl sure talks too much.

“So deal?”

I didn’t hear a word of what she said.

“Listen, Jane, I’m not interested in match-making. If you want Bassey, then you are going to have to talk to him yourself.”

“Sorry,” I added and walked out on her, her face locked in disbelief.

“Hey, you were so fast. I didn’t get a chance to talk to you,” Bassey said behind me. And I turned around to find him, already smiling.

“Yes?”

At this point, I just wanted to get home and slump on my bed.
I just watched as he scratched the back of his head.

“You wanted me to ask you today instead; if we could be friends,” He cleared his throat.

“Uh, Look Bassey, I….”

“Just friends. I know you don’t want anything more and I will respect that. Honestly, I would rather settle for being your friend than not being anything at all,” he said and I stared at his intense eyes.

I don’t even remember ever having any real friends. You know the ones people describe as friends since school days or whatever. I don’t even know if that whole friendship thing is for me.

I looked up to catch him still looking at me, and I could see the pleading in his eyes.

“Just friends, nothing more. I mean it.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to be friends with someone like me,” I said. Probably the Honest thing I’ve said in a long time.

His smile broadened as he shook his head.

“Somehow, I think that is not entirely true.”

I looked away before I could say anything else. He asked for my number.
“Please,” he added.

I thought for a moment and then typed my number on his phone. He called me immediately.

“That way I know it’s not a wrong number. He smiled again. And this time I smiled back.
You are funny, huh?

“For you, anything,” he said.

Is this his attempt to flirt? I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

“Well, I have to go. I’m so sleepy right now.”

To be continued...

Shomek:


am busy facing my studies am also busy with my coding tutorials
am reading books too but not romance

Alright

Shomek:
Mr frank the writer you are still doing this your story thing me i don change
i no dey read romance story again ooo

Lol.. Which one you dey read now

Episode 4

Neveah's POV ~

I couldn’t sleep.

Everything from the beginning of this week has been torturous, school, work, and Mr. Hotness, Dr. Ben.

I got up and headed to the living room. One quick look at the time tells me that if I don’t go to sleep right now, I won’t be back up until later in the afternoon.

When I went to our small living room, I headed straight to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I poured myself a glass of drink. I began taking sips and sips, drowning every thought, every image, everything I didn't want to remember. Those hungry eyes are the club.

I was so engrossed in my mind that I didn’t even notice my grandma coming to sit at the dining table until she called my name.

“Neveah, dear. It’s something bothering you?”

I opened my eyes and swallowed, setting the half-empty cup on the table. I shook my head. “I’m OK, Grandma,” I answered, forcing a smile. But like the grandma I’ve come to know, she could be seen straight through my façade. She shook her head in that familiar way.

“Sit,” she said to me with a smile, and I immediately obliged.

When I didn’t immediately say anything, she took it upon herself to speak.

“Whatever is bothering you, you know you can always talk to me, my dear. Your mother was like that too, you know.”

The curiosity won me over as I grabbed onto my coffee again.

“What makes you think something is bothering me? My mom?”

She nodded her head and patted my hand, sending her warmth from her hand to my own, making the cup of drink less inviting.

“Your mother would come out and sit in the dining room holding a cup of drink and sipping it while staring at nothing. She would say she wanted to think. I knew something was bothering her then.”

I swallowed, ignoring the thickness of my throat.

Mom had passed shortly after the div0rce. But it was the cause of her death that scared me the most. I pushed the thought aside.

“Would she always tell you what was bothering her?” I asked my grandma.

“Sometimes yes, but she kept most of it hidden.” My grandma replied, pointing at her chest with her forefinger.

She studied me.

“It’s not good, my child. Sometimes you need to let it all out. Everything in here,” She pointed at her chest again, and I looked away. I did not tell her about my other job.

Never.

Not until I meet my monetary goals and I’m about to move out of here.

“It’s…..,” I licked my lower lips. “It’s this business opportunity I’m going to study.”

“At your school?” She asked, and I cúrsed inwardly at the fact that I hadn’t fully thought about this before trying to tell her this lie.

“No, Grandma, It’s outside of school.”

“And that’s why you always come in late at night.” She chuckled. “I mean very early in the morning.”

I studied her, trying to imagine what she must be thinking.

I nodded, swallowing a lump. “Yes, it’s a lot to learn.”

She studied me and shook her head.

What?

“I will let you talk to me when you are ready.”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

“My child, I’ve lived in this world for more than half a century. I know when you are keeping something away from me.”

I looked away, chewing the inside of my mouth. “I’ve told you what’s up, Grandma. Don’t bother your pretty head too much.”

She nodded and stood up. And then she was gone.

I stared at the cup in my hand, and suddenly I didn’t want to drink. Anything anymore. I walked to the sink and emptied the drink in it, washed the cup, and headed back to my room.

***

At the club.

“And look who we have here.”

At the sound of that voice, I mentally rolled my eyes as I turned around to meet her makeup face.

“What’s up, Amanda?”

She eyed me and crossed her arms. “Well, I’m glad you showed up.”

“Oh, you are. What’s that supposed to mean? Like I don’t show up or what?”

She sighed. “Chucks has been asking about you all night. Good thing he already left. If I didn’t know you well, I would think you were avoiding him.”

This time, I actually rolled my eyes. Chucks isn’t even supposed to be working this weekend.

“I will handle my business with Chucks, Amanda, please mind yours.”
She scoffed, and before she could say anything else, I made my way to my spot.

Nikky gave me a knowing look, and I nodded. She nodded back and smiled weakly at me.

As soon as I got closer to my position, I heard someone call out my name. I turned around to find John. Another of our managers smiling away at me.

“There goes my favorite girl.” He said to the man walking beside him. The smile still on his face.

“This sweetness right here is Neveah. The one you have surely heard about. We call her Heaven around here. You will find out in a few minutes.” John said to him when they both made it to where I was standing.

Heard about?

Those words alone were enough to make me shudder. I also hope my grandmother hasn’t heard about me too.

The stranger who hadn’t taken his eyes off of me began to lick his lips and I could feel my stomach churn at the sight.

He nodded his eyes, a mixture of lúst and amusement.

“She will take care of you,” John finalized. He winked at me before taking his leave.

When he was gone, the stranger turned to me. “I’m ready whenever you are, Angel.”

“Please stick to Nevaeh,” I said as I began to walk towards the storage room. He followed closely behind.

I retrieved my purse and turned around to face him, my right hand outstretched. He stared at me, a confused look on his face. I rolled my eyes.

“You pay first.”

A knowing look creased his face as he heaved out a short chuckle.

“I already gave it to your boss.”

I made a face. “Well, that’s John's share? It’s none of my business. You pay first and we get down to business.”

That’s how it always worked here. At least when it comes to me and my clïents. The manager on duty gets his share and we get what we can from our clïents. It’s kind of like an independent contract, but the deal is if our manager doesn’t get theirs, we won’t see the contract. Or let’s say they won’t become clïents.

And if this smile on John’s face was an indication, this stranger, or whatever his name is here, is loaded with cash.

I continued to stare at him, one brow raised.

He dug his wallet and slipped a bundle of 100 Naira notes into my hand. I guess it should be fifty thousand naira but I folded the treasure money and put it in my purse. Signaling with my finger for him to follow me. His eyes had become darker as he followed behind me as we ascended the stairs to where the br0thel was located.

To be continued...

Episode 3.

Dr. Ben's POV ~

I saw Neveah approaching the same direction I was heading; the library building. I was climbing the staircase when she followed me from behind.

"Where to?” I asked her.

She didn’t want to talk. In fact, she didn’t feel like it. But she had to be going somewhere, right?

“The second floor,” She exhaled quietly as she answered.

I’m not sure what is wrong with this girl. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever met such a weird lady like her. One minute she is on the verge of séducing me. And the next minute she is completely ignoring my existence and can’t wait to leave my presence like someone after her life.

Well, if that’s how she has to act to stop herself from trying that stup!d and childish act she tried on Monday, then so be it.


Neveah's POV ~

“Grandma, I told you I don’t want to go anywhere today.”

I rolled over on my belly, trying to catch some more sleep. Honestly, last night had been hectic. After coming home late at around 2:00 AM, I was so tired that I didn’t even take a shower.

Thankfully, I had changed back into my black leggings and long white shirt before leaving the str!p club. Five hours of sleep isn’t enough. I can’t function on five hours of sleep.

“I just need you to come with me to our hometown’s monthly meeting. You know the young men will be there too.”

I pulled up my blanket over my head. “I’m cool, Grandma, and I don’t care about them.”

She is always trying to get me with any of her friends’s sons or grandsons. If it’s not Jidenna today, then it’s Tobena tomorrow.

“No, thank you.”

Then I heard her mumble something about me not wanting to go out more before leaving my room.

4 hours later..

By the time I got ready to get up from my comfortable bed was almost 11, and the house seemed quiet. I guess my grandma went to the village meeting event by herself. Well, that’s cool for her. The village meeting events only make sense towards the end of the year, November precisely. So what’s the need to go there now? It wasn’t even the middle of the year yet.

After brushing my teeth, I got under the shower and let the water pour down my body as I let my mind wander towards Wednesday when that Jane girl left me alone with Dr. Ben. I sweär if I didn’t need to go home immediately and get the rest I was trying to make up for, I would have probably indulged my impulsive side again.

Yes, he would reject me, but that doesn’t mean I am not going to try again. But then again, I have a little sense of pride.

What had Jane asked me to do that day? Get Bassey to notice her. What the f**k? Honestly, I don’t have the extra time for that. So, I’m just not even going to think about it. If she wants Bassey, she’s going to have to make him notice her herself. There are more pressing things to do.

But Dr. Ben though.

I released another sigh as I forcefully turned off the shower and headed out of the bathroom. I had some errands to run and then I’ll be returning to the club tonight.

After getting all the foodstuff Grandma and I would need for the next two weeks or so, I began to find my way home from the market. For some reason, I still felt tired after almost 9 hours of sleep.

As I approached the Major Rd. I turned to my right in the direction that led to our house. Lo and behold, guess who your girl just spotted?
You guessed right. The one and only Dr. Ben.

Of course, you know I’m not going to allow this opportunity to slip over me.
After making sure my braids were intact. I began to adjust my leggings, tying the lower strings of my sleeveless top at the bottom side so it wasn’t covering my blessed backside. I mean, they say use what your Mama gave you. So that was exactly what I was going to do.

Good thing I have on tennis shoes today. I began to briskly make my way to the sidewalk, where I spotted Mr. Hotness running.

Good timing.

I cleared my throat and jogged towards him.

“Hi.” I began breathing hard like I had just run a mile.

“Hey, Doctor Ben.”

He was still running as if I didn’t exist. Come on, I was sure his earphones couldn’t have been that loud. I mean, what if there was a disaster coming his way and folks are trying to get his attention?

Frustrâted, I released a sigh as I did the unthinkable. I pushed my body towards him, feigning a fall. A térrible fall which made me heave out in pa!n. Real paín, because what the heck?

Of course, that was when my professor noticed me. I had to get a bruise for that to happen.

“Are you OK, miss?” He attempted to help me but stopped short when he noticed it was me.

“What are you doing here, Neveah?” He looked around as if he was expecting someone, or maybe because it was a crime to be seen with. Your students?

“Hi Dr, just working out.” I shrugged and managed to get myself up, trying my sorry attempt at a stretch.

He nodded and began resuming his running like I hadn’t said anything. I knew I was going to regret this. I continued to jog until I was jogging side by side with him again.

“If you are trying to pull the same stunt you pulled at my office on Monday, I will advise you to refrain from doing that.” He said, without looking at me.

“And what if I don’t? I’ve never cared what people think, you know.”

He continued to ignore me and I took that as a challenge because who doesn’t love a good challenge?

“So you come here often?” I asked.

Again, no response.
I nodded and continued jogging. At this point, I was already feeling the soreness in my legs. Damn, I definitely need to work out more.

“Can you recommend some good workout for me? I’m trying to lose some of this weight,” I said, pushing my hips towards him. And I would be damned if I didn’t say I noticed the way his eyes flickered at my side.

Good, we are getting somewhere.

I almost got knocked out when he abruptly stopped and turned to face me, his eyes looking me down like I was some sort of shít but then again, I wasn’t surprised. He towered over me and I was sadly reminded of how unfortunate I am because of my height.

Damn, no one has ever made me feel so small. I looked up to meet his gaze.
“Stop it,” he commanded, his eyes looking darker than the last time I had the privilege of looking into them. I fluttered my eyelashes.

With his brows slightly furrowed, he continued. “Listen, I don’t know what game it is you are trying to play, but. If you didn’t notice on Monday….,” He raised his left hand, his face as cold and hard as a rock by the lake.

..”I am a married man and I’m not attracted to this.” He looked at me again, in that same condescending way.

Damn, I felt like crying. But no, I stood there still maintaining my gaze as if nothing he said affected me.

“Much less, someone who keeps throwing themselves at me. I am not that type of guy. If you are looking for someone to get down with, I’m sure you know where to find them. Have a good day Neveah.”

Yes, he just walked out on me or jogged out of me in this case, and he even ended his warning with my name. I stood there frozen for a minute, trying to wrap my thoughts around what just happened.

***

Now At The St!p Club.

“Girl, what?” Nikky exclaimed. She is one of the few ones I really talked to at this place. When I rolled my eyes, she furrowed her brows.

“No, seriously. He did you like that?”

I released another sigh. “Yes, but Nikky you need to have seen him. He’s hot. Hot is even an understatement.” I tried to argue as if to remind myself that my dignity has just not become nonexistent in a matter of few days.

“But girl, he rejected you,” Nikky continued. And then added twice.
She shook her head. And I did the same.

“Yeah, I’m not in your shoes, but I feel as though I am,” she said, lightening up a cigarette. She gestured the pack my way, and I slowly shook my head
“You are not meant for this life,” Neveah began again.

Nikky may have spent most of her life at this strip club, but I like her because she kept it 100% with me. We met when I first started working here 3 years ago. She’s two years older, but honestly, we connected well.

I released a sigh. “I need the money, Nikkiy,” I said like I have always said, whenever she would start her speech again.

“But you are a teacher. I’m sure you can get another more decent job other than this.” She gestured with her arm, blowing out a puff of smoke, and I grimaced.
“Not in this town,” I replied, shaking my head. And she continued.

“Anyway, it’s almost time to go back in.” She related her head and closed her eyes as I watched her. She is more on the slender side, but she has great shape and she is a great str!pper too.

“You know, Chucks was wondering why you didn’t show up on Monday night.
I rolled my eyes and looked the other way.

“Chucks can kiss my äss.”
She heaved out a laugh.

“Good thing he isn’t working this weekend.”

“You know, I don’t care about that man. All he cares about is that he gets his share.”

She shook her head and blew out another puff of smoke. “Amanda was complaining about how the good ones always want you, yet you never show up for them.”

I shook my head. “She is jeal0us. Don’t worry, she will be fine.”

“Yeah,” she replied. Then she pulled up her phone and she threw away the cigarëtte stick. “Oh, we got to go back inside.”

I released another sigh as I followed after her. As soon as we got back inside, we went our separate ways; and I found myself at my position, hugging the pole and bending slightly over to create the scenes as they waited in anticipation.

I began to slowly let go of the pole as I took off my drawstring sports shorts, exposing the rest of my thighs. Then I proceeded to go for my tube top, exposing my full round breäst and shutting everything else away.

One more day and I’ll be done for this weekend. I closed my eyes. Just one more day.


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Episode 2.

Neveah's POV. ~

I was staring at him, wondering what to say or ask. Then I cleared my throat and stood up. I was sure he thought I had gone crazy or something, but maybe I had. I approached him with careful study and he stayed seated, probably wondering what I was about to do.

“Sir.., Dr. Ben.,” I began tracing his beard with one finger.

“You know what my name signifies, don’t you?”

Then, without waiting for him to answer, I sat on his desk, sliding his textbook away to the side.

“It is heaven spelled backward “NEVAEH”. Do you know what I can do to you? That’s what they call me at my job.” I added, undressing him with my eyes while crossing my legs as I watched him swallow and push himself from the seat.

“Get up,” he commanded.

I stared in disbelief. “What?”

“I said get up and leave now or I’ll be forced to report you Neveah. Is this how you’ve managed to séduce your male professors up to this point in your education?”

He racked his fingers through his hair as he stared at me in d!sgust. What kind of man did I take him for?

“Are you deaf, or is it that you’re trying to play cute? I said. Leave this instance.”

Feeling shocked, embarrassed, and angry, I got down from his desk and adjusted my skirt. Then I bent down and picked up my bag. I could have sworn that I heard my professor heave out a cursé before storming out of his office.


Dr. Ben's POV ~

When she was gone, I heaved a long sigh as I managed to hold on to the chair. I stared at the closed door for a minute, wondering who Neveah really was and why she thought I was one to succumb to something like that.

I began gathering my things so I could leave for the day. I had had enough already and I just wanted to go home to my family.
As soon as I pulled into the driveway and got inside my house, my little daughter came running down the staircase. “Daddy.”

I squatted to her level and scooped her in my arms. She was just seven.

“Did you miss Daddy?”

She shook her head and pouted. I made a face, then began tickling her. She squealed, trying to force herself out of my arms.

“Tell me, did you miss me, Princess? Say yes or Daddy won’t buy you chocolate again.”

She was laughing so hard when she shouted a yes. “Yes Daddy, I missed you.”
I then gently placed her down and planted two small kisses on her cheeks.

“Good. How is Daddy’s Princess doing?” I asked as I held her hand and picked up my bag before heading towards the staircase.

“I’m doing good. I was playing with my new dolls. My mommy said I get to get new dolls when I do all of my homework.”

“Mommy is right. And did you finish your homework?”

Princess swayed, holding tightly to my hand as we ascended the stairs. “Yes, I did,” she replied. I pressed a kiss to her hand and when we got upstairs I turned to her hands and said. “I’m so proud of you, Princess. Now Daddy is going to go freshen up and then play with you after dinner, OK?”

She smiled at me, her hair held in a pink ribbon and the tendrils moving around her small face as she nodded.

“Okay, Daddy,” she smiled and then hopped back to her room.

I released a satisfied sigh as I opened the door to the bedroom and shut it behind me after hearing the sound of water coming out of the bedroom.

“Baby, is that you?” I heard my wife ask, but I decided not to answer and just take off my clothes. When I was done, I opened the bathroom door and was met with a startled Rita. She was shocked.

“Honey!” She exclaimed, trying to reach for her towel.

“Baby, seriously? you are trying to cover up for me."

I watched the look of the uncertain crease on her face as she released her hand from the towel bar and forced what looked like a smile.

“No, of course not. I just…You scared me, that’s all. She replied, walking up to me and began k!ssing my lips. I gave in to her k!sses as I began tracing her cheeks with my tongue, then her neck.

Her moanings were driving me insane as I scooped her up and pressed the back against the bedroom wall. I continued to enjoy her as I continued to k!ss her hungrily. And not until she gave up, getting out of the shower.

“How was work, baby?” She asked as she began brushing her hair. I turned to face her as I began putting on a pair of joggers.

“Work was good, baby,” I replied, shutting away the stunt my student had tried to pull on me earlier.

“I’m excited for this new semester with this new student. They seem pretty excited too.” I flashed her a smile and watched as the pink color began forming on her face. My precious Rita. I had met her back in Uni and it was after school that I decided to propose to her two years later. She was into fashion and designing and she was doing pretty well for herself.

Fast forward to three years after our marriage, we had our baby girl, Princess and I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I felt too blessed with an amazing wife and daughter.

“What about you honey? How was work going at your end? I hope your new students are coping and doing well?”

She turned around from the mirror and met my gaze before a smile formed on her face.

“Yes, they are.” She turned back around to face the mirror. We are doing better now. And did I tell you we are getting more students from the advért we made online?”

My face brightened up. “What! no way! That’s good. That’s very good.”

“Yes. So I’m thinking we could move to a bigger space when the students start coming. One of the sponsors was even suggesting he would help out find a bigger space.”

“Oh, that’s quite amazing.”

“Dinner is almost ready. I will check on it and I’ll be waiting for you downstairs,” she announced.”

***


Neveah’s POV ~

Slumping on my bed, I lay down and closed my eyes. I felt like an id!ot now. How could he resist me just like that? Now he must think I’m a cheap slút or something.
But you are… You work at a br0thel.

I shook my head, trying to read myself from these inner thoughts. So what if I work at a br0thel? I’m doing it for a good cause, right?

As I began getting out of my clothes, I was trying not to think about the way he had looked at me. Like I was just a thing. Like what the héll, if he only knew how many men I could have without even going the length I went with him. Well, whatever. I will just make sure I don’t make that stup!d mistake again. I could get whoever I want, so who cares if Dr. Ben doesn’t want me, huh?

When I began to make my way to the bedroom, my phone rang. It was a text from Amanda. She works at the str!p club with me.

Hey girl, what are you up to tonight?

I released a sigh as I began to put my braids into a bun before pressing the dial button on my phone.

“What’s up, Amanda?”

“Hey girl, What are you up to tonight?”

I released another sigh and sat on my bed.

“Nothing much. Is there anything?” I asked her.

“Well, there is this guy here who’s been asking of you and Chucks wanted me to see if you could come in tonight, you know.” She said.

“You know I don’t work tonight, girl, can this guy just wait till Friday?” I asked, trying to contain how annoyed I was feeling.

Amanda just sighed and I rolled my eyes. “What?”

“Yeah, I know you are not about to pass on this opportunity. This could be your big break, you know? If I had a body like yours.”

I allowed her to run on the same talk about my body and all. Would it k!ll these people if they thought for a minute that maybe I have a life outside the str!p club? Not every str!pper just str!ps for a living.”

Well, if there are a few exceptions, I’d like to think that I am one.

“Look, Amanda, I’m going to have to pass on this one. I work only on weekends. That guy is going to have to come then.”

“But girl..”

“I have to go now, bye.” I interrupted her, ending the call as I released a grunt before walking to the bedroom.

***
Wednesday evening seemed the same to me as Monday, with my séxy professor taking the stage of the lecture hall with that same power of confidence and masculinity oozing out of him like a perfume bottle that has been left open.

“So, like I mentioned on Monday, this is the list of workshops we will be having this semester,” he began and glanced briefly at me before continuing.

Then he placed a stack of papers on the decks of one of the other students, asking them to take one and pass it around. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
“Please, make sure your stories are ready at the time of the class reading of your work.”

Then he stands still.

Finally.

I watched as he crossed his leg at the ankles. “No excuses, unless of course, your dog ate your paper up or something.”

The whole class burst out laughing, including Mr. Dreadlock boy sitting directly across from me and who hasn’t taken his eyes off of me since I came into the lecture hall.

But I’m not going to indulge him. He was definitely not my type at all. And why can’t I tear my gaze away from Dr. Ben for not even paying the slightest attention to me? Why? Because I want what I can’t have and this happens every freaking time!

When the class was over, I began to put my things in my bag, determined not to look at him again. This man can’t take away all my dignity, even if it’s like below average at this point. No, I will keep the rest of my dignity. Thank you very much.
But before I could make it to the door, Mr. Dreadlock Boy, of course, decided to ruin it again.

“Hey, Neveah.”

Please don’t say my name again. It doesn’t even sound half as séxy as the way Dr. Ben says it. I had thought in my head.

“Hi,” I managed to greet him back.

And I could see Jane glance our way, her eyes lingering on Mr. Dreadlock boy for some reason.

“Look, Bassey,” I finally called him by his name. “I’m not interested, and if you keep pestering me, I’m going to have to report you,” I warned, my mind going over to Monday when Dr. Been had said something similar to me. I bite my lip to hide my shame.

“Can we at least be friends?” He asked, and at that point, Jane slowly began to make her way to the door.

“Uh, ask me next week, I have to go, bye,” I replied before dashing out the door.
When I got outside, Jane was nowhere to be found. So I began making my way to the library when I heard someone say hi from behind.

“Hi,” she greeted, extending her hand.

It was Jane. We exchanged pleasantries.

She continued. “Looks like Bassey likes you.”

I shrugged. “Looks like it.”

“You know, I actually thought there could be something between him and me, but I guess he already has his eyes on someone else,” she admitted sadly. But I didn’t need that right now.

“Maybe he just prefers fair girls,” I replied as we approached the library.

“What?” she asked.

I turned around to face Jane. “Maybe you are just not his type,” I replied, and I could see the frown on her face deepened. But how is that my business? I believe in being honest. Why lie to the poor girl?

“You really think that’s why?” She asked, to my surprise, and I shrug. “Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe.”

“But what if I asked him to be friends?”

Is she really asking me for advice right now?

“You can try. Look, I don’t even like the guy, so..,”

She studied me. “Well, can you help me get him to notice me since you don’t like him like that?”

I met her gaze after she said that, and she looked serious, desperate, even. Just like you, my inner voice chimed in. I shook it away, häting myself for even entertaining it for a second.

But before I could say anything to our beloved love-struck Jane here, Dr. Ben decided to make an appearance.

“I will see you next week and maybe you can tell me what you decide then,” Jane asked and didn’t wait for me to reply before she turned around and left.

Great! Just the perfect timing to be stuck with this man.

To be continued...

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The Secret Adventure 💦🕊

Episode 1

I turned to my right side, trying to drown away that voice with my pillow.

“Neveah, Do you want to be late for work again today?”

That voice again. Urgh.

When I heard footsteps draw near, I quickly jumped off my bed. For someone in her late 60s, she sure walked really fast.

“Jeez, Grandma. I’m up. I’m up.”

That still doesn’t seem to prevent her from forcefully turning my door open. She walked in on her wrapper.

“Why do I have to always come and wake you up, Neveah? It’s not like you’re still a baby.”

Damn, this early morning. I shot her a glare. “That’s because you’re my grandma and you love me too,” I said, walking towards her to give her a peck on the cheek.

“So you are the only one that has a grandma?” She wiggles her nose. “My friend, will you go freshen up? I don’t know why that school hasn’t even fired you yet.”

I chuckled lightly at her remark. “Simply because I never got there late. I am that good.” I blew her a k!ss and she said behind me. “I made breakfast. Hurry up if you want to have something in your stomach before heading out.”
I smiled at her and then turned around towards my bedroom, hearing my bedroom door close behind me.

Yes, you are right. I live with my grandma and I’ve lived with her ever since my parent's marriage packed up. I was just 12 when my beloved mom passed away shortly after the split.

I can’t say for sure where my dad is. I think to him, I really don’t exist. And trust me when I say I’m doing pretty fine without him.

Now, fast forward to 10 years after that. I’m 22 now. I teach English language in a primary school here in Asaba, Delta State. I equally attend a postgraduate school at Delta State University trying to get my master's in Creative Fiction Writing.

Going to postgraduate school was actually my grandma’s idea because of the scholarships I received. She said she didn’t want me to waste all that money. Even though I told her I would rather be handed the money in cash to do whatever the heck I want to do with it.

I mean, why spend all that money on my school and I don’t even get to see it? I just have to attend a bunch of classes just because some organization is paying for it. Not like there’s a secure job for me after this whole stress.

Grandma and I have a deal that after the first semester, I’m just not feeling this whole post-grad. school thing, that I can forgo the scholarship and just work.
My classes run from Mondays to Wednesdays in the evening. I work during the day from Monday to Friday at a Private Secondary School, and I teach the English language.

But I also do another job which my grandmother isn’t aware of. Mehn, if she finds out that her precious granddaughter spends her weekend nights at a str!p club (br0thel) for the extra cash, she would have a heart attäck.
Honestly, she can’t find out.

The plan is to move us out of this héll hole we call home. I wanted to make enough money so Grandma and I could live comfortably and get some privacy for myself.

Please, don’t judge me. That was my extra hustle for some cash.
After managing to put my braids in a cute style or what my grandma would call decent. I quickly put my teaching materials in my purse, my phone, and my charger. And then my lipstick. I will need it for touches every now and then, especially because those male teachers can’t seem to take their eyes off of me.

Well, I planned on giving them what they were asking for. Can’t blame a girl for her good looks with what people would call “Thick” or “Chubby”. I am just about 5 feet tall. My parents failed to pass down the height genes, I guess.
But like my grandmother would say, I have a body people would spend money on surgery for. Thank the good Lord. At least that’s the last thing I have to worry about.

I got to the corridor and found my grandma reading a newspaper as she sat on the long bench sipping tea. Yes, my grandmother is quite educated. She went to school and she enjoys reading the morning newspaper.

“Grandma, you know that’s a lot of sugar you are consuming,” I said, referring to the tea she was sipping.

She lowers her mug. “I’ll start listening to you when you start to take your job seriously and not leave those students hanging.”

“I don’t leave them hanging,” I replied, placing my purse on a chair, and going to the kitchen to get a plate.

“They are 13 to 17 years old, so they are grown,” I added, turning back around to the living room with my delicious plate of porridge yam. I bet my grandma cooks better than Hilda Baci. Lol.

I watched her as she shook her head and returned her attention to the newspaper. And I stifled a chuckle as I ate my breakfast in silence.

***
Today is my first day at the postgraduate school and while I am not looking forward to it, I decided to give it a chance this one semester. After this semester, that was it. No more postgraduate school. Those scholarship folks can give their scholarship to people who desire them.

As we waited for our professor to join us, I impatiently checked my time, ignoring the chatters around me. The thing is, I’m sort of a loner. I mean, the only folks I interact with aside from my grandma and folks at the secondary school where I work are the girls at the str!p club and the managers.

It's work and home for me, nothing else.

“Hi, I’m Bassey.”

I looked up from my phone to the student who had his hand outstretched. He’s not all that bad. I mean, he has a short deadlock which makes him look a tad younger, but aside from that, he was okay.

But then again, I wasn’t in the mood to socialize, so I just smiled at him and returned my attention to my phone.

I could hear the low whispers and snickering of some of the other students. Sorry, but not sorry, I’m just weird.

You see, I’m aware that I have major daddy issues and I’ve also been told that. I am aware of my many faults, and that explains why I haven’t been able to take my eyes off my professor from the moment he stepped into the class, standing tall. Probably six feet teaching what I have learned in my 10 seconds of hearing him speak fiction in his passion.

How about I started my own fiction with you, Mr.
But before I could even begin to contemplate how I could make my fiction become a reality, the professor got my attention. He was staring at me.

“Sir?”

I’m sure I blinked twice.

“Neveah, is it?” He repeats my name as if he’s trying to make a point. He was holding a piece of paper in his hands and a marker.

Yes, I’ve realized he prefers calling his students by their first names, too.

“Yes, sir,” I maintained my gaze. It’s no news. I want him.

Would you care to read us the next three paragraphs from Chinua Achebe’s “No Longer At Ease?” He asked while also simultaneously handing over the piece of paper to me. “And please, start signing the attendance sheets and pass it round.’

Is this his way of punîshing me for staring? Isn’t that why God blessed us with two eyes?

Fine, I will read the dang thing and sign the attendance sheet.
I slowly got up, making sure he noticed my thick thighs enclosed within my pencil mini skirt.

The next 5 minutes have me reading to the whole Class a bunch of words that someone else made up to try and teach the rest of us how to write fiction.
Don’t get me wrong, I love writing fiction. And that’s why this is my first day of postgraduate school as a creative fiction writing candidate. I mean as well put it to something interesting, right? Even if it’s only for a semester.

I love the idea and the power that words have. I love that I get to control characters and say who is who on a page. I get to determine their fates. I get to do whatever the heck I want to do. And I get to live out my own definition of fantasy.

But I don’t like being told what to do most, especially by someone who thinks they can scribble out a bunch of n0nsense on a few pages and call it a guide. I don’t need that guide.

After class, I waited for my coursemates to leave and then I made my move, but not before Mr. Dreadlock called out my name.
“Neveah.”

I mentally rolled my eyes. What does this boy want? And what’s his name again?
“Hey, Neveah. I was wondering if…”

I could see my professor shoot us a glance before leaving the lecture hall. And that was my chance, just gone like that. I returned my attention to Mr. Dread lock boy.

“What do you want?” I asked, holding my handbag to the side.

“I uh, I am sorry if I gave you a weird vibe earlier. I am Bassey.” He stretches his hand out to me again.

Is this boy stup!d or what?

He flashed me what was an attempt at a smile, and I inwardly cursé.
Fine, I will shake his stup!d hand.
“Nice to meet you.”

He flashed me another smile.

“Can I take you out somewhere?”

I shot him an irr!tated glare

“No.”

“Just like that?” he inquires, staring gently at me with those eyes of his.

“Capital N and capital O.”

He nods slowly and swallows. And I don’t know what possessed me to ask him. “How old are you?”

He looked up with what looked like hope in his eyes.

“And would that make you change your mind if I told you?”

I shrugged. “Maybe,” he nods and smiled.

Gosh, what was with that smile?

“I’m 24.”

Ohh, He’s young.

“OK, thanks, but I’m not interested.”

He looked confused as he held his backpack closer to his back.

“Why? Because I’m 24.”

“Yes,” I replied, heading towards the door.

“So, how old are you then?”

I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I have to go now. Bye.”
He nodded again and swallowed before heading out. I guess he must be feeling bad but I wasn’t bothered.

I closed my eyes and followed after him. As I walked through the hallway, my eyes caught a glimpse of a metal on a doorpost. Dr. Ben Ochuko.
So this is his office, I see.

I could feel the smile about to creep up my face as I adjusted my skirt and white shirt before proceeding to knock on the door.
“Come in.”

I cleared my throat and turned the door open. And he shot me his brown eyes.
“What can I do for you, Neveah?”

Awwn, the way he calls my name.

He raises a brow and I occupy the chair across from him.

“Sir, I might have some questions regarding the course for this semester,” I replied, tracing my fingers through my long braids.

He took his gaze away from me and closed his textbook. And that was when my eyes, for some reason, began to glance around the office. I noticed a framed picture on the left side of this table. It was slightly torn, so I caught a glimpse of a woman and a little girl.

No freaking way. Is he married?

“Go on,” I heard him say, and he crossed his hand and the wrists. That was when I noticed the ring.

Oh, damn. I swallowed a lump. I wasn’t expecting him to be this direct.

What should I ask him now?


To be continued...

Happy New Year, fams.
Glad to be here again. I know y'all have missed me. I have missed you guys too.

One thing about this forum that I don't like is my inability to complete stories here. At some point last year, I couldn't post the remaining episodes of some stories but I completed them on my Facebook page (Frank The Writer)


Back with a new story, and this one is entitled "Secret Adventure."

Sit back, relax, and enjoy this one.

I will post the first episode and if the comments are encouraging, I'll continue.


Don't be a ghost reader

Get a copy today.
Send me a WhatsApp message.

Fams, my new book is finally out.
Coming through on Amazon on 17th.

You can get the soft or hard copy.

Just chat me on WhatsApp.

Support me by getting a copy.

My heart tingles with great excitement — Finally Published! (My second novel in fiction and overall fourth book).

Creating this piece of art has been a pretty special journey for me — from when I started the first draft to writing the different chapters and finally, it's here, published and ready for read.

Laughter In The Broken is a beautifully designed body of work that navigates a journey through divorce from a packed marriage all the way to several family problems filled with challenges and trauma. Those who come from a broken family will experience a powerful journey reading this book.

This is the perfect book for those looking to survive the loss of family love and experience growth along the way.

Book blurb:

An emotional story that leaves you with a heart full of love and hope.
It’s a typical story of an average home in Nigeria; a broken home filled with family heartaches, and unshakable mother-daughter love where expectations are high and disappointments weigh heavily.

Boluwatife the protagonist portray complex situations children from broken homes go through, which include father-daughter relationship, divorce, grandmother-daughter relationship, dating and love, Lagos life, women striving, and, a dose of adventure in a dramatic, vivid setting in South West Nigeria.

I care so much about you reading this book. I'm sure y'all will love it. If you don't, send it back to me. I truly believe you will.

It's currently available in prints and ebooks and will be available on Amazon in a few days.

I can't wait to see what y'all think.

Getting a copy of my book will mean so much to me!

Thank you!!!

❤🦅

New Story on the way...

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IkeIgboNiile:
frankwriter


Thank you, Chief.

Yeah, I always read the room and see if my audience are getting tired of reading.

But this one, I ended it to focus on my exams.


I appreciate your comment.

Ok that's understandable. Goodluck on your exams.

Thank you

LionSquad89:
Where can I get the rest of the story?
Pls help...

On my Facebook page

Frank The Writer

IkeIgboNiile:
Frankwriter, you're very talented and i have always enjoyed reading your novels but you should really improve on how you finish the stories. You always seem to be in a haste once it's time to conclude your stories.

Keep up the good work and please mention me whenever you start a new story.

Thank you, Chief.

Yeah, I always read the room and see if my audience are getting tired of reading.

But this one, I ended it to focus on my exams.


I appreciate your comment.

Mhizzard:

yeah,i red the last 3 episodes in a day.you will be notice by the world for your work of art very soon.

Thank you. ❤❤

Hope you all have seen the last episode on Facebook

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Caseywilliams:
Go check his Facebook page

I dnt have access to Facebook at the main time

Yeah, I tried posting episode 20 again but it didn't stay. The episode still got removed ❌

That's why!

But I have completed the story on my Facebook page: Frank The Writer

lateefykn84:
let me quickly join your Facebook page

Alright.

I'll be posting Episode 21 later today on Facebook.

lateefykn84:
I glue here

I even posted episode 20 here before this text.

It's nowhere to be found

At this point, I might not complete this story here, I posted episode 20, and it was removed by the moderators. I don't know why.

And I couldn't post for almost 24 hours. I don't still know why. I kept coming back to see if I could post until now that I'm writing this. (Friday, Nov 10, 1:56 am).

I had this same challenge when I posted "Diary of a pastor's Son" and "Lagos to Abuja"

I tried my best to complete the story, but whenever I post, the thing goes off and I won't be able to post for some hours.

The same thing happened after I posted episode 20. And if I post it again, I'm sure it will still disappear. I don't know if anyone here knows better.

Well, I will have to keep posting on my Facebook page (Frank The Writer).

If you don't use Facebook, I'm sorry. I can't help it. You just have to find a way to read it up.

I said earlier that I might not be able to finish this story on Nairaland. I felt at a point, they would stop me. Lol

But y'all can't stop my shine on Facebook.😎

Episode 20 is here.

I didn't even know this story would get to this stage. 😂

Mhizzard:

it sound so really.now adays,some girls are walking with empty head or dead in the spirit.

True

nickfrane:
Frank what’s next. Don’t dull

Coming soon. Just wait for it tonight