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Episode 7

On the evening of that same day, around 7: 00 pm or thereabouts, the storm clouds were beginning to roll in. I was hungry and I had a migraine. My head was banging. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but It wasn’t this. The rain was coming with a heavy breeze. I needed a place to wait till the rain stops. My workplace was a bit far from home. Though I was supposed to be home hours ago but something beyond my control kept me back.

I had called John a million times to which I received no answer. I called Gbenga and his phone went straight to voicemail. Lastly, I resorted to calling a cab and Uber and both were unavailable. How unlucky could I be?

All the workers had to leave at some point and the place was locked. And it seemed none of them lived in the same neighborhood as mine and none came with their car. And if at all they came with it, no one wanted to risk going under that heavy storm with their car.

I couldn’t stand out on the curb all night and get caught in the rainstorm, so I decided to try and find shelter. Still my dful of the fact I was wearing heels due to the headache. I was honestly scared to walk out alone, but I tried not to show it. The area where I worked didn’t have many structures around it. There were hardly any homes or shops, and most of the stores were closed anyway.

It was almost 11 pm, the last time I checked before my phone went off. I knew there had to be a bus nearby or something, so I began walking in the direction I thought was in. I had walked about twenty minutes before the rain started pouring down harder.

Why was this happening to me at this late hour? Would I have to stand in the rain waiting for the bus? A bus hadn’t even passed by since I began walking.
Now that I thought about it, I thought I was wrong about where it was. I glanced around me to check my surroundings, but it was empty and dark. It was also getting harder to see in the rain and difficult to walk in heels. I speeded up my pace and walked down the street, looking for any kind of sign. Anything that would show directions to a bus route.

The rain finally stopped out of nowhere when more time passed. That was until it started to come down heavy again. There was no way someone could stay in this rain without getting hit by a car, slipping, or getting sick. I needed shelter first and as I looked, it seemed there was no way. I began to lose hope. That was until I sighted a signpost by the left far end.

I hasten up and walked in that direction and when I got there, I recognized some things. The area seemed familiar. As I drew closer, I saw a building with bright lights on. I became excited and rushed to the doors. I peeked inside and saw one man with his back turned at a bar of some sort. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t care. I pulled at the door handle, juggling it a little before realizing it was locked.

The rain came down harder at this point, I was drenched. I started knocking frantically on the door, beating it as hard as I could. I soon increased the attention of the man inside and he turned.

It's him! The waiter!

He looked about the same, yet he was dressed in casual clothing, not work attire. Although my eyes currently had rainwater in them, he still looked handsome. With his dark hair, clothes clinging to his muscled body, and flawless skin. He looked at me confused before rushing over, pulling the door open, and inviting me inside. I rushed in and as I turned to thank him, I noticed something different. Unlike the last time when he wore a cap, I could see his eyes more clearly. I thought his eyes were brown but in reality, they were whitish and beautiful.

Wrapping my arms around my waist to generate warmth, I thanked him. I was really shivering as my teeth clattered when I spoke.

The man stepped closer, his brows furrowed in worry. “I’ll be right back. I'll get you some towels,” he said quickly, then rushed to.. well, I just assumed he went behind the restaurant. I stood there shivering, wishing I was home in my bed while I waited.

The man returned shortly and gently wrapped the towel, around me. It also seemed he brought some clothes too as I saw him place them on the bar top.
“I don’t want to sound like crap, but I brought some extra clothes for you. They are big but it’s better than staying in wet clothes. You can change in the bathroom if you’d like. The bathroom door has a lock on it in case you feel unsafe.” I wasn’t keen on trusting a stranger but it seemed I didn’t have much of a choice. Unless I wanted to die of hyperthermia.

“Thank you,” I took the clothes and went as fast as I could to the bathroom. I locked the door, went into a stall, and locked that one too before changing. As he said, they were a bit big, but I managed to use one of my bobby pins to skillfully tighten the clothes so they wouldn’t fall. I was dressed in baggy sweatpants and a sweater. The clothes smelled masculine, none of that axe sprays that my husband used.

Thankfully, I grabbed my drenched clothes and towels and then headed out to properly thank the kind man. I was still cold but I had warmed up a little since putting on warm clothes.

Exiting the restroom, I noticed a lit fireplace on the other side with the man squatting in front, poking at it with a poker. I made my way toward him, stopping a few feet back. He glanced up at me when he heard my approach.

“Let me put a fire on for you since I'm sure you’re still cold.”
“Thank you so much!” I exclaimed with a small smile. “I'd be a goner in that storm. Do you have anything I can throw my clothes in?” I asked hesitantly. He stood up, taller than a giant, and smiled politely.

“Of course. I’ll get a bag. If you’re done with the towels, I’ll take them too.”
I nodded and handed the towels over. I tried not to look into his eyes for fear I’d get lost in them.

“Thanks,” he chuckled and I headed toward the fire. I heard his footsteps retreat toward the back and I sat down on one of the chairs that sat in front. It seemed he pulled it down for me as all the other chairs in the room were overturned and on the table. I also noticed a blanket sitting beside it and I picked up and pulled it over myself.

When I was there days ago, the restaurant seemed big but now empty. It was spacious tho. It seemed the place had room for everything. I hadn’t noticed the fireplace the first time I came with my husband. We must have been in a different section or something. Regardless, it was a wonderful sight.

The sound of footsteps broke me from my thoughts and he appeared again. This time he was carrying a bag for my clothes which he handed to me. I stuffed my clothes in there with another thank you thrown his way. I was very grateful. In a way, he saved me from being stuck in the rain.

“So, how come you were caught in this heavy rain?” he asked me still standing with his body angled toward the fire, but his eyes were on me.

“I work close by and my husband was supposed to pick me up, but he wasn’t answering my calls. I didn’t have anywhere to go, so, I tried to find a bus, but I got lost. That reminds me, do you have a phone or charger I could borrow? I need to call him. My phone went off earlier.” I explained when I saw the look in his eyes. I hope he doesn’t feel someway about asking to use a phone.

“You can use mine,” he digs inside his back pocket, pulling out his phone. I tried not to judge, but his phone seemed to be a new fancy model. However, I didn’t let that deter me from dialing a number I memorized. It didn’t even ring before I heard the sound of beeping in my ear. When I brought the phone before my face, I saw a message on the screen that said, “no service.”

The wind outside was whipping loud with speed.
“Ugh. Out of service,” I handed the phone back to him.
“Ouch,” I muttered.

I turned my attention back to the fire before looking back at the stranger (the waiter) again. He had tucked his phone back into his pocket, pulled down another chair, then sat beside me. Not too close to make me feel uncomfortable, but just enough for us to talk. I should have been nervous, but somehow I wasn’t. We'd say few words to each other, but I somewhat felt safe. His presence wasn’t domineering even though he was bigger and taller than me.

Maybe it was the scent of him that calmed me down, he smelled earthy-natural in smell good way. A hint of alcohol clinging to him, which was exactly what the clothes he gave me smelt like. They had to be his. It was taking much effort to not bring my shirt to my nose and inhale it.

“You said your husband was supposed to pick you up?” And you walked here, yourself?”

I nodded mutely, upset about the situation but I didn’t want to be mad at John, but I was stuck in rain with nowhere to go. What if something happened to me? What if I had met the wrong stranger?

Fear began creeping into my body, as I imagined a worse situation. It was dark outside and although the area wasn’t all bad, no one could tell what lurks at night. Taking a calming breath, I reminded myself there was nothing I could do now. I was safe and I’ll have to wait out this storm to get in contact with my husband. Speaking of the said stranger, I remembered something.

“I've been thanking you for the kindness you have shown me, but I don’t know your name,” I said as I looked at him awaiting an answer. He turned his eyes away from the fire as well then chuckled.

“I suppose I skipped introductions,” he laughed again before holding out his large hand. “The name is Abiola, but I usually go by Abbey. Makes it easier on people who can’t pronounce my name correctly,” he smiled at me as his eyes caught the firelight. He was just handsome. I knew men don’t like being complimented that much about their physical appearance but he was really good-looking with smooth skin. Even his name was perfect, it fit him. The shirt he wore clung to him. The expanse of his muscles underneath flashed, taunting me, knowing I couldn’t touch.

I have a husband, I reminded myself. I was just curious because I've never seen muscles on a man before. John was a skinny man until he wasn’t, which was when he joined the force. Now, he’s bigger with no muscles and a beer belly. I wasn’t turned off by my husband, per se, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to look fit.

Regardless, I loved my husband. It’s not as if I'm rocking in the weight department. John always told me how I was eating too much or going weight. I've tried many diets to keep him satisfied but he kept having to stop as they were taking a toll on my body.

“Abbey,” I tested his name and I must have pronounced it right because his smile expanded.

“I'm MaryJane, Mary for short,” I brought my small hand to his extended one clasping hands as I spoke. His hands were less calloused than I expected. His hands were soft. I thought working as a waiter and constantly moving things, his hands would be rough but they weren’t.

“Mary,” he said, trying to do the same thing I did earlier, testing my name in a rich, slik-like voice causing me to shiver.

“A beautiful name for a stunning woman,” he said in Yoruba. His tone was light as he spoke and the way he said those words stirred a feeling inside the pit of my stomach. I’m in trouble here! I said to myself.

This was a stranger for goodness sake and there I was, loving the way he called my name. Loving the way he spoke in his native tongue. A voice shouldn’t do this to me, more should I still have my heart captured in his. I was married. I am married!

The sound of thunder crashing could be heard from outside. Hopefully, the rain would so stop before this dude puts me in temptation!


To be continued…
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Episode 6

“I need to borrow your car,” blinking my eyes against the sunlight and slipping into our room. John startled me from my peaceful sleep. I saw him move around the room swiftly, in a hurry, dressed in his police uniform.

“The police car broke down and I’m running late,” he explained. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes to wake myself up. I was okay with John taking the car, but…

“If you take my car, how will I get to work?” I asked, my voice raspy from sleep.
“You have to go in at about eight, right?”

I nodded.

“Alright, I’ll just pick you up after I get off work.” He sounded convincing.

It wasn’t the best idea because John tends to stay late at his job. But I didn’t feel like arguing today and I was still extremely tired. I had a long day yesterday, cleaning the house and doing other house chores.

***
It had been a few days since the incident at the restaurant. Well, it was hardly an incident, still, it’s been a while. John and I haven’t gotten into arguments or anything. Oddly, he was calm. He rampages usually, but surprisingly, he was gentle. He hadn’t mentioned creating a child lately, not that I was complaining. Yet, I was still on edge.

John wouldn’t hurt me, but for some reason, he seemed off. I pray he hasn’t discovered the pills hidden in the bathroom.

“Okay,” I said, looking up at him. He came over and kissed my lips quickly.
“I'll see you later.” He bid farewell and rushed out of the room.

I heard his footsteps thudding down the stairs before hearing the front door open and then closed. I was alone and still tired. I dragged my eyes toward our bedside table and saw my phone.

Leaning over, I picked it up to check the time. It is 7:30 in the morning. It’s been up to two hours since John left the house. Placing the phone back down, I rolled over and sighed. Lifting the covers above my head, I closed my eyes.
Just a couple more hours.

I jerked awake, startled. My heart beating a mile a minute. Harsh thuds reverberated through the house. That was what it felt like to me. My head was beginning to pound as the sound of banging reached my ears.

What’s happening?

I quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone, and dialed my husband’s line but it didn’t go through. I quietly shuffled out of my bedroom before nearing the entrance door.

As I approached it, I looked around in case something jumped out at me. I darted to the kitchen quickly. I didn’t want to die as an idiot without a weapon. I grabbed a kitchen knife and made my way to the front door, gripping both my phone and knife tightly. One of those things I learned from my husband. As a policeman, I have learned a lot of security measures from John.

When I got to the door, I called out in a deep voice, imitating a man.
“Who is there?” I looked out through the keyhole, and that was when I heaved a big sigh of relief. I quickly unlocked the door.

“Jesus, you really scared me, Gbenga.”

He stood there in a police uniform similar to that of my husband. Gbenga was older than John by a few years. However, he became a good friend to John and I when John joined the force. He was such a nice man from Ekiti State. I closed the door behind him when he walked in.

“Why were you pounding on the door like that? Is John in trouble?” I asked. It was then I remembered I didn’t even greet him first.

He simply smiled and giggled.

“Don't worry ma, your husband is safe but I'm running late. Johnson sent me to pick you up.” He said.

I still don’t know why Gbenga insists on calling John by his full name. But why would John send him?

“The DPO needs Johnson to join a patrol, and he said you need a ride to work. But it seems you don’t look ready,” Gbenga said and paused.

I glanced at the time on my phone and gasped.

“Damn! I’m running late already.” I handed the kitchen knife to Gbenga and ran inside the house as he followed me. I couldn’t believe I slept that long after John left the house. And if I don’t get dressed in about a few minutes, I would miss an appointment. It takes about thirty minutes to get to my workplace. It was unlike me to be late, never mind the fact that today may be the first.

The clothes I planned to wear were already set and neatly folded in my wardrobe. A thin sweater with a V-neck that didn’t show too much. A tan skirt that reached just about the tops of my ankles and had a small slit that stopped at the start of my thigh. And lastly, my tan heels and black purse.

After putting on my clothes, I ran inside the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn’t have time to do a full-face routine, but I made sure to wash it. No time for makeup except for gloss, then I was ready. This time, Gbenga was already waiting in front of the door. He was in a hurry.

“You could have sat in there,” I said, upset with myself for letting him stand.
“Please, ma, I have been sitting all day. I’m ok. Are you ready?”

I nodded and walked out of the house before shutting the door behind me. Then we both headed to his car. I would be riding in a police SUV today, I said to myself.

Gbenga opened the door for me and made sure I was in before shutting it and walking to the driver's side. He sat down, made sure I was buckled, then ignited the engine. We finally zoomed off on the tarred road.

Gbenga had dropped me off so many times when John couldn’t. Sometimes I didn’t mind, but today I kind of wanted to ride with my husband. Maybe I was being silly. Although I couldn’t help but think that whenever Gbenga takes me, I feel like John was avoiding me.

One, because Gbenga had taken me to work more times than John had. Two, I've told John so many times to get rid of the truck so we wouldn’t have to keep doing this. Lastly, well, I don’t have one. I just wanted my husband around me. But he was an officer of the law, so I shouldn’t be upset he can’t see me all the time.

I remember when he first started as an officer. We would always take drives together during his free time. Occasionally, we would kiss and do some stuff, that was when we were passionate. Gosh, it felt like it’s been so long since we’ve been us. I mean, it has been a while and quite frankly, I missed the old days. The days of us just being us and no one else.

“So….,”

Gbenga's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. “Johnson said you two are taking a break from having a child.”

I wasn’t surprised John told Gbenga, but I was shocked Gbenga had to talk about it before me.

“Yea, the process had been on us and I thought a break would do us some good. Maybe if we obsess over it less, then…,” I felt embarrassed having this conversation, but I had to cover myself. As much as I considered Gbenga a friend, he was John's first. Both men tell each other everything. A memory of John telling me something came to my mind: “It's a police thing, Mary. We’ve got each other’s backs.”

Gbenga cleared his throat. “I see. I hope it works out and then you both invite us for a party,” he laughed and I laughed, too.

“So, how have you been lately?” I asked, trying to steer away from the topic.
“Not bad, still missing my family,” he paused and I saw his countenance changed.

“I went to visit them recently at Ado Ekiti,” he added. I kinda felt bad hearing him say that. There I was trying not to have a child for John while Gbenga wished he had his kids, and family around.

“That’s great. You went to see them,” I enthused, knowing he didn’t want pity.
“How are they doing? Hope everything is fine?” The traffic light was red, so we stopped.

“They are all doing better than me,” he answered, resting his both hands on the steering.

“I’m glad you saw them and I'm happy to see you doing better day by day,” the light turned green. We continued our ride.

“Thank you, ma,” Gbenga said shortly.

We spent the next few minutes making small talk and listening to music. Gbenga tried playing some trash Nigerian hip hop but I smacked his hand away from the stereo and put on cool music. Johnny Drille began to blast through the speakers and I sang along. “How are you” (My friend) was the song we vibed to.
I saw Gbenga lightly bumping his head along the track. We jammed a few more times and the next thing I know, he pulled up to my workplace.

“That was fun. Thanks for the ride, Gbenga,” I told him sincerely.

“Anything you for, Missy. Hold on so I can open the door,” He unlocked his door, got out, and came around to my side. Opening my door, he extended his hand which I took, and helped me out of the SUV.

“Now, have a fantastic day at work, and be safe. I'll stay and I see you get inside.”
I giggled and then I turned to thank him again and waves him goodbye. He waved back to me.

I walked hastily towards the entrance of my workplace while he zoomed off.


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Episode 5

When we arrived home, I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed John into the house. As we got inside, he placed his keys on the hook beside the door and walked inside the room. I stood in the corridor for a few minutes, lost on what to do. Eventually, I gained the courage to walk into our bedroom.

When I walked in, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I sighed, taking off my shoes and placing them in the closet. Then I went back into the room and sat down on the bed, waiting for him to finish.

As soon as he did, he opened the door, not minding his unclothedness. He made his way closer, ignoring me completely, causing my heart to sink. I sat there patiently as I heard him shuffling around. At last, he came out still naked but with clothes in his hands. He made his way to our bed and sat down still ignoring me. Taking this as an opportunity to apologize. I made my way behind him. Drops of water from his shower still glistened on his dark skin.

I reached a hand out to touch his back softly before deciding otherwise. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I say behind him. He turned around suddenly and gently grabbed my hand.

“No, I should be the one apologizing,” He spoke. “I've been stressed from work and wanting to have a family with you. And I haven’t been the best I could be,” he added.

Stunned as I was, I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t used to John apologizing to me, as horrible as it sounds. Usually, I was the one saying sorry so there would be peace. And I also felt like most of the fights or perhaps the disagreements were my fault. But this time, John said sorry to me and I foolishly felt hope blossom inside of me.

“It's okay. Thank you for apologizing,” I leaned in and pecked at his lips. “I love you,” I added.

“Mhm,” he murmured before he leaned in and captured my lips with his. As our mouths fused, John's tongue darted inside, eliciting a moan from me. Seeing that our one-shared kiss was becoming heated, I broke it off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked once I backed away. John's eyes were still staring at my lips.

“We're taking a break, remember?” our eyes met and he sucked in his teeth before looking away.

“Yeahhh.” He deflated and then moved from the bed to our closet. I knew he was disappointed, but I wasn’t interested in having sex.

When he came out, he was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He made his way to our bed again and lay down. “Why don’t you take a shower and then we can watch a movie?”

I guess John must've felt bad earlier if he was willing to compromise. I nodded affirmatively to his question before making my way into the bathroom.

As soon as I went in, I turned on the shower heater. I decided to wipe my makeup off and clean my face at the sink. I wasn’t wearing a lot, so it didn’t take too long. As soon as my face was cleared, I jumped in the shower.

Using my sponge and soap, I started to wash my body as my thoughts went back to what happened earlier in the day. I was happy John took us out to eat today. It felt good to get out of the house, which we hardly do. Although I was happy at first, John's comments really hurt me and were unnecessary. Even though I apologized to him, I still didn’t understand why he thought I was flirting with the waiter. But the waiter was obviously being silly.

Thinking back on the waiter, I hope he didn’t get into trouble, judging from the look on his colleague who eventually attended to us.
However, I hope my conversation with his colleague would help me. I can’t tell why I was thinking so hard on two strangers. Specifically, the one who talked to me in the bathroom. Maybe it was because of his kindness towards me or his looks.

Taking a moment, to be honest with myself, the dude was very handsome. He was so tall and broad, and his eyes were charming. A shiver ran down my back as I thought of the man. The way our eyes clashed as we glanced into each other’s eyes. Brief but our stares felt long as if I didn’t want to look away. Maybe I was just delusional. I was married for Christ's sake!! I have never looked at another man since I first met my husband. So why is this waiter affecting me so much? I asked myself.

Feeling the water run cold, I hadn’t realized I had been in here for so long. I shut the water off, moved the shower curtain, and stepped out. I walked to the sink to grab the towel that had been laid out earlier and began to dry myself off.

Soon enough, I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom to go to the closet. There I changed into my pajamas and headed out to see John still laying on the bed, but with the TV on. I walked to the bed and crawled on, laying right beside him.

“What are you watching?” I asked him.
“American movie. Come here.” He said, and without taking his eyes off the screen, he lifted his arm, inviting me in.

I shuffled closer to him before laying under his arm, cuddling. I felt some guilt because of my shower thoughts earlier. What kind of wife thinks of another man she doesn’t know? But I decided to push that to the back of my mind and focused on the now which was me snuggling with my husband.

I snuggled up against him, chest to chest, my heartbeat slowly catching up to his, as if our bodies reacted simultaneously to our warm touch. Both of our bodies were buried under the covers, yet I could see his silhouette from the dim light peering in. The light made my body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on his small forehead. His lips softer than the softest thing you can think of.

I couldn’t think of anything better to than kiss them. I kissed his cheek lightly, and closed my eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling. When I opened them, I saw him slowly opening his eyes like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across his face.


I pressed my chest against his, my heartbeat starting to pace with his again. I grabbed his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. Our lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part.

I was engulfed in my passion for him, that I didn't even realize his lips moving. I smiled at him, playing with his hair lightly. “I love you..” I finally say, slowly.

"All the things they say about love, it’s true.. You know how I know? Because I get to wake up in your arms every morning. You prove it to me every single day, by not doing a single thing, except being here in the morning. That’s all you have to do, and my day is already going to be just fine.” John said.

He smiled and kissed my nose. “I think you’re my soulmate,” he said. “What makes you say that?” I asked curiously.

“Well, I love you. You wanna know why? Because I don’t have to work at being happy when I’m with you. Any time with you is the right time. Nothing is ever wrong if you’re by my side. What I feel for you seems so inhuman at times. You make me into this person I’ve never been before, a person I’m proud to be. The same me that I love, you love as well… that’s amazing. You’re not the easiest person to love, but you’re my soulmate because you’re the twin to my soul. What I feel for you is deeper than the heart, the mind, the whole body… deeper than this room, this house, this neighborhood, this state, this country… even this whole world.”

We lay there for a while longer, looking for more words to say.
But maybe it’s true what they say, that silence is golden.
Because the look in his eyes told me everything I’d ever wanted to hear.

Do I really love him as much as he loves me?

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Episode 4

It was around noon when John and I arrived at the place. The appearance on the outside made the place seem small, stiff, and old. However, the place was cool. It was vibrant and filled with many colors. My husband found one of his friends outside and they got engaged with a long talk. As soon as I stepped inside. I was faced with a bar that ran from the front to the side with a menu right behind it.

The counter had marble and was decorated in blue with white chairs in front to sit on. There were lights above it on a ceiling that looked to be marble itself and was quite beautiful. It made the shop itself look brighter. The walls of the entire shop were decorated with fancy wallpapers.

There were booths lining the left side with glass partitions separating the section. Of course, there were mini decorations such as plants in a few places, but what really caught my eye was the black wall. Unlike the rest of the walls in the shop, this one had a white background.

“I’m sure you like here?” A rough voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Yes, it is,” I smiled at the person standing before me.
“Not as beautiful as you are,” the dude spoke again, breaking whatever spell was cast on me.

Flustered, I could hardly come up with a response, “Well, I…um,” I laughed awkwardly.

I glanced up at the said stranger dressed in cream-colored slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt, and an apron covering his front. The dude before me held a smile on his face. We were almost the same height.

“Thank you…”

Before I could finish my sentence, John walked in. And suddenly a part of me felt ashamed for accepting the waiter's compliment. He wasn’t my husband and there I was, excited that some stranger complimented my beauty. Although I wasn’t attracted to the waiter. I just felt off for being happy. Even if it was just a moment.

While I was stuck in my miserable mind, I hadn’t noticed that my head had lowered in shame. Or that the waiter's smile had turned into a frown. I turned to face John just to see if he would have the same reaction I had when I first walked in, but I was disappointed. To my dismay, his expression seemed bored as he hardly glanced around the place. I tried not to let it bother me as John walked in front of me, effectively blocking my sight from the waiter who spoke to me.

“Welcome!” the waiter said in a cheery voice as he greeted my husband.
Choosing not to greet the waiter back, John spoke in a rough voice, “A booth for two.”

“Yes, sir. But I was serving the woman behind you first.”
“We're together,” John said lamely.

“Oh, apologies. I didn’t realize you were siblings.” The waiter still held a cherry tone as he spoke.
“We’re married not….,” My husband cuts in.

“Wow! You both look alike tho. Don’t mind me,” the waiter said jokingly. I couldn’t help but smile. I found him amusing but my husband didn’t.
“Please, my wife and I want a table. Or you want to keep asking questions.”

“John,” I grabbed his arm to stop the words he was speaking.
“He's just messing around.” He said angrily.

“Is everything alright here?” An unknown voice interrupted the conversation. We both turned to the voice and faced a man dressed the same as the waiter, except he wore a cap.

Unlike the first waiter, the man was extremely tall, and I could tell he worked out based on the definition of his arms through his shirt. Although the cap shielded his eyes, the man looked handsome. As he approached us, I felt my husband tense up from beside me as I still had his arm gripped in mine, deciding to take charge.

“Yes, everything is fine. My husband and I were just asking for a booth,” I told the waiter with a smile I usually give to my clients.

When he finally reached the three of us, I had to tilt my neck up a bit to look at him. He lowered over me easily and surprisingly, he was even a bit taller than my husband.

As the man finally came to a stop in front of me, we made eye contact. I had to stop myself from backing up from him. Not out of fright, but from some sort of electric shock.

The man was handsome, yes, but he made me feel something with just one look. And if his lips that had parts subtly meant anything, then he may have felt what I did. How could a man beside my husband be able to make me feel electrified with just one look? Having imaginary fantasies about a man without a face was one thing, but to actually feel lustful toward another human being that wasn’t my husband was mortifying.

“I'm sorry about my colleague. Let me make the arrangement. I can get you guys a table right away,” said the handsome waiter.

Neither I nor my husband was able to speak as the second waiter gathered the menu for us. As he did, he shared a glance with his colleague, that kind of look that literally meant, “keep messing up.”

“Please, follow me,” said the waiter as he lead the way. My husband and I followed behind, leaving the tense vibe we had earlier.

The place he took us was lively and full of people sitting at tables, booths, or the bar. No matter the person I glanced at, everyone seemed to be happy as they chatted excitedly. We quickly reached our booth and sat down across from one another as the man handed us our menus.

“Your server will be with you quickly, enjoy.” He informed us and before he walked away, he glanced at me one last time.

Deciding not to wonder about the man whom I shamelessly lust after earlier, I picked up the menu and saw John doing the same. Surprisingly, there were quite a few options on the menu, and all seemed inviting. Pancake stack with strawberries on top and whipped cream, parfait, pizza, and other stuff I barely knew. I was practically salivating over food I hadn’t tasted.

“Everything looks so good, I don’t know what to get,” I said to John, trying to stir up conversation.

“Why were you flirting with that dude?” he asked calmly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I just said.”
“He was just joking.”

“Are you serious, Mary? I saw the way you were glancing at him.
“I…I..” I dumbfounded.
“I'm your husband and you’re my wife. Act like it,” he spoke harshly in a lowered tone.

“And watch what you order. Remember, we will be seeing a doctor by the end of the month and I don’t want you overeating. You still need to be as healthy as possible to carry our child. He went back to reading the menu as if his words didn’t affect me. Or maybe he wanted his words to sting as if to punish me for not having his back. I just didn’t want things to escalate earlier since we hadn’t been outside as much. We followed the same routine every day and some days I was tired of it. I wanted to be the best wife and make John happy. But sometimes it just feels impossible.

Fighting back tears, I excused myself from the booth to use the restroom. As I reached there, I locked myself inside. I tried to hold them in to not ruin my makeup, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t sure why I was even crying. Of course, he hurt my feelings, but normally I don’t feel that way. I had to remind myself that I love him. I love John. Where would I be without my husband?

As tears trickled down my cheeks, I dried my eyes with a tissue and walked to the sink, and faced the mirror. I wasn’t too messy, but my eyes were a bit red. I straightened myself up as fast as I could so that if someone came in, they wouldn’t see that I had cried.

As I ran the water again to wipe away some smear marks, the bathroom door opened. I noticed someone who wasn’t a woman walked in. Spinning around, I was shocked to be faced with the second waiter who had attended to us.

“What are you doing in the woman’s room?” I asked with no bite to my tone, but caution.
“It’s actually unisex,” he said and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I'm sorry, I just wanted to wash my hands.”
“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know,” I sniffed.

Slowly approaching the sink to not scare me off, he asked, “Would it be because of your tears?” I paused and cleared my throat.

“I apologize on my colleague's behalf if he said anything offensive…”
“No, he didn’t say anything bad. In fact, I found him funny.” I laughed a little. I was slightly embarrassed that he knew I was shedding tears in a restroom.

“It’s just a family problem,” It slipped out of my tongue before I realized that I shouldn’t have told him. “I mean, personal problem,” I stuttered.
“I see,” he began to wash his hand.

“Um, I should get back to our table. Excuse me,” I said, taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I threw away my tissue and began to leave.
“This is far from a personal problem.” His words reached my ears as I pulled the door open. Looking back at the man, I saw his eyes already focused on me in the mirror.
As impossible as it should be, it felt as if his eyes were seeing me wholeheartedly. As if I were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Impossible, I thought.

“Thank you,” I said and left the restroom feeling lighter while my thoughts lingered on the handsome waiter.

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Episode 3

It’s been a week since John and I decided to hold off on having a baby. There hasn’t been any sex between us and my body has been given a much-needed break. So far John sticked to his promise and I had been having trouble trying not to feel terrible. Not only was I anxious and stressed that he might find out the truth, but I was so scared as to what will happen after this month was up. Maybe I’d come to the decision that I do what to have a child with John. I mean what else was there for me to do?

Life had continued as if we had never tried to conceive in the first place. John was off to work at the station. Meanwhile, I regularly attend to my clients from home. My occupation as a tech woman had been like my art in a way. A way for me to escape my home as it’s been less stressful. Many times I have wanted to stay at work longer to help my clients through their lives.

However, I had to be the wife John deserved which didn’t include working late nights. I had to work hard, come home before he did to clean, cook a homemade meal, and satisfy him before bed.

My days never switched up, it was always the same cycle. I know nothing else. Sometimes I wonder how I was always capable of helping people deal with their problems when I couldn’t solve mine. And yet, I’d never stop… hopefully.

At one point, our marriage wasn’t as estranged as it was then. We were hopelessly in love with one another which hadn’t exactly changed. Yet I couldn’t help but feel a disconnect, somewhere I went wrong and I haven’t been able to fix whatever happened. I mean, yes, lying about wanting a child was awful. But that’s not where it began.

I still love my husband dearly and would do anything for him but some part of me was rejecting the idea of having his child.
A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered on my thoughts. I was supposed to be relaxing, not thinking of things I shouldn’t. I thought soaking in a hot bath would ease my mind, but it hasn’t done much. Not only did it fail in distracting me, but unknowingly the water had begun to turn cold. Sitting up from my laid-back position I used one of my hands to lift the drain, so I could get rid of some water.

It was on Friday afternoon and I was off while John was called into the work shift. He usually had off on Fridays as well as I do, but according to his superior, they were swapped. I thought we would have a day to ourselves, but John insisted we needed more money. I couldn’t complain much as I did enjoy time to myself. However, I forgot that whenever I was alone, my thoughts became depressing.

Seeing that the water was at a low level, I plugged up the drain and used my hand to turn the knob for hot water. On the right side of the tub, I grabbed a bottle of shea oil and poured a little into the tub. I loved the smell of it and how smooth it made my rich skin feel. I poured a tiny bit into my hand before placing it back where it was. Using both hands, I rubbed the oil together and carefully began to oil my neck.

Smoothing the oil on my skin was an alternative to not putting any on my shoulder–length locs. Another sigh escaped from me as I slowly rubbed some tension away. I didn’t want to think about anything else any longer. I just wanted to relax. It would have felt better if there were larger and calloused hands giving me a massage. I lowered my hands to my shoulders and closed my eyes, envisioning things that I shouldn’t, but my mind didn’t want to stop.

The thought of a man behind my back as I sat in the tub, my head falling back against his imaginary shoulder, getting rid of my worries by gently rubbing my shoulders eventually lowering his hands to my collarbone. Then onto my breasts before palming my dark nipples. A quiet moan escaped me as my hands followed what the man did in my mind. It wasn’t difficult for me to get turned on envisioning my fantasy.

After going so long without feeling pleasure, I sometimes felt more lustful. I knew it was wrong to dream or even think of a mystery man instead of my husband, but some days it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t that I dreamt of being with anyone else, but John hadn’t been giving me what my body craved. Trying not to feel ashamed as I felt my pleasure buildup due to being over-sensitive when it came to my nipples. I continued to please myself until the water ran cold.

The Next Day

I placed a plate of the hot hood and a bottle of wine on the table before calling John down to eat. The sound of his heavy footsteps reached my ears as I dabbled in the kitchen. Cleaning up my mess and then getting my plate ready. A plate of food that was significantly less than John's of course. Just as I was settled I brought my plate to the dining table and sat across from him.

“No beer?” he questioned and I shook my head.
“No, we ran out yesterday and I forgot to get some,” I told him which he just granted.

I watched him take the first bite of his food before I took my own. Weirdly, I wanted to see if he enjoyed it. To my disappointment, he didn’t comment on the food. We sat in silence.

He was sipping his wine in between bites of his food while I felt my mood dampen. Although I wasn’t finished with my food, once I saw he was done with his, I got up and took his plate and my plate to the kitchen. I threw the scraps of food I had left on my plate in the trash and began doing the dishes. There wasn’t much to think about how John was acting. He was a bit quiet. Well, he’s been quiet all week. I wasn’t afraid of him or anything, just worried.

Nowadays, I couldn’t read him or know what he was going to do. How does a woman not know her husband?

“Mary” snapping out of my thought I jolted.

I put the clean dishes away and made my way back to the dining table. John had yet to move and was looking at his phone.

“Yes?” I asked.
“I want to take us out to eat tomorrow morning,” he said and I was a bit shocked.

Though I tried to hide it. We haven’t eaten out in God knows how long.

“A colleague told me of some sort of café down by your workplace. He said they had great food and services.” He continued.

“That’s nice. I would love to be at the place,” I said.

He stood up, “Great. I’m tired, let’s go to bed. I nodded albeit excitedly and followed him upstairs.

Things were starting to change I guess. I wonder what the place is called. Although it was near my workplace, I hadn’t really gone anywhere outside of our home. We had stopped going out a long time ago, but John suggested differently. I couldn’t help but feel a little happy.

I had no idea what to wear tomorrow. Maybe I should dress differently and spice things up.




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Episode 2 🔞

Hearing nothing but the crickets chirping outside and my husband's snores, I couldn’t sleep. Thinking back to the recent events that occurred once my husband got home. After our romp in the kitchen earlier, I cleaned myself up in the bathroom while John helped himself to serving the meal I made. When I returned to the kitchen, I cleaned up our mess and fixed myself a small plate of food. I didn’t want to eat more than what a woman should, as John liked to say I do often. I then joined John in the living room as he watched television and ate his food. I curled up next to him as I ate and he put his arm around me.

A cycle we continued for years before we got married. As I sat in his arms hardly paying attention to the screen, all I could focus on was my husband. Some days, felt surreal that I could call him that and sometimes I wonder if I’ll stop.
Not wanting to think negatively, I reflected on our early marriage days where we couldn’t stop calling one another husband and wife, smiles forever taking place on our faces. A warm feeling began to spread through my body as the memories of us consumed me. My first and last love.

Smiling slightly, I snuggled up closer to him, inhailing the axe perfume he put on. Not the best cologne to put on but John was too stubborn to use another. Especially after years of me buying him new ones to try each holiday. But as his wife, I loved him no matter what he wore.

We watched Tv before we decided to call it a night and went to shower. John had insisted we shower together and being the dutiful wife, I agreed. This ended up with John taking me against the shower wall and coming inside my womb.
Afterward, the night ended with us making love in our bedroom again. John stuffed himself inside my used walls as he came again and again. Not once, taking a breath until he fell asleep. Even now as he snores, he remained inside.

I was beginning to get quite hot with my husband’s body surrounding me. He held me snugly in his arms as he slept. It was already almost one in the morning and I hadn’t closed my eyes. I wanted to ensure he was in a deep slumber before I got up. I slowly began to slim my way out of his embrace, easing him out of my bottom half.

Once I managed that feat, John rolled over to his side, snoring louder than before. I took that as my queue too slowly, yet quickly got out of our king-sized bed. Tiptoeing around the room, I made my way to the door and closed it once I stepped out. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked my way to the bathroom down to the corridor. I flicked on the light inside, shut the door, and looked into the mirror.
Admittedly, my usual light brown eyes looked dull and bleak. My full lips had a permanent frown and signs of wrinkles were appearing on my face. I looked older than twenty-nine old.

Glancing down at my collarbone and arms, it was clear to anyone with eyes that I was skinny. I was losing weight steadily and my collarbone was beginning to jut out more. As I look at my reflection, I couldn’t help but be sad by how I looked. I didn’t feel desirable anymore nor did I look it. No wonder he…

No. I'm not going to think about the past. Choosing not to hinder my self-esteem more I opened the cabinet mirror I was looking into. I scanned the shelves full of medicine before I found what I was looking for. It was hidden in an orange container called fluoxetine, I opened the container and took out two small tablets. I didn’t spare a second to ponder my decision before swallowing the pills dry.
As usual, guilt began to seep into my mind as I placed the container back in its rightful spot.

Even the fear of John finding out that I have been lying to him every night tried to consume me. I was taking away a gift my husband wanted. A gift he had always wanted from me. There I was, defying my loving husband. Knowing that if John knew I have been taking contraception pills in secret, he’d kill me.

***

“I think we should schedule a visit with a fertility specialist,” pausing from sweeping the floor, I looked up at John. He sat at the dining table with a finished plate of this morning's breakfast sipping casually on his coffee while my heart beat faster in panic. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before asking him why.

“We have been trying to have a baby for months. There must be something wrong if you aren’t getting pregnant.”

“Maybe we should take a break…” I jumped as he slammed a hand against the table.

“I don’t want a damn break!” He shouted in anger.

I stood frozen waiting for what he would say next. He let out an irritated sigh as his hands shook. He glanced at me and then took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“I want a baby, our baby,” he whispered in sadness. The feelings of guilt swirled in the pit of my stomach. I set the broom down against the wall and then cautiously walked toward John. I gently placed one hand on his shoulder as I leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“I know, John. I.. I want our baby too,” the words felt like acid in my mouth.
“I only suggested a break because we keep getting disappointed. I’m tired of taking pregnancy tests and it comes back negative. And as much as I love much of it.” I spoke in a quiet tone as I watched his facial expression go from mad to upset.

“That’s why we should consult with a professional so we don’t have to go through this and they can tell us what’s wrong,” he fought against my previous words and I racked my brain to convince him otherwise.

“I don’t want us to go right now. I don’t want to be hit with bad news back to back. Please, my love, let’s take a break. Two months of us not worrying about conceiving. Please, that’s all I ask,” I begged.

Hopefully, by then I could come up with a better excuse. I stood in silence as my husband thought about what I said. The gears in his mind spun. I knew it was horrible of me to hide and lie about something this important. I truly felt like a horrible human being, but despite how I felt I had a valid reason. Or at least that’s what I like to tell myself from time to time.

“One…”
“John..” I interrupted. The sight of his glare turning to me made me gulp as any protest had instantly died.

“One month,” he continued where he left off and then we approached the conversation again.

“We will be seeing that Doctor, Mary. And you’ll be carrying our baby soon enough.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Ok,” I said, deciding the conversation was over.

I went to resume sweeping the floors. As I pulled my hand away from his shoulder, he latched onto my arm. I gasped as he pulled me back to face him. He had a look on his face that I knew all too well, causing me to roll my eyes.

Luckily, he did not look at my eyes. I bent down to undo his uniform belt and glanced at the clock. He had at least thirty minutes before he leaves for work. After I undid his belt and unzipped his trouser, I began to get on my knees but John shook his head and I stared at him confused.

“Sit on it,” he told me and seeing the confused look still on my face he spoke again. “Pull down your panties and sit on my dick.”

“But I thought you said..”

“One month, Mary, starting tomorrow. Today, I want you to sit on my dick so I can f*ck you. Do you want a one-month break or not?”

Resigned at my fate I did as he said by lifting my nightgown and pulling down my panties. I glanced at his hard glistening tool that shone with precum. Just as he pushed his chair back a bit, I put one leg over him and straddled his body on the chair. Once settled, I reached between us and stroked his length before shooting it inside of me.

I made sure to put him in slowly to not experience discomfort. Although I still did seeing I was hardly slick enough even to have sex.
He didn’t mind. As I fully impaled myself onto his short length, John let out a satisfying moan. I slowly began moving up and down, setting our love lovemaking pace and tone. For a while, John allowed me to take control as I faked small moans from my lips.

That was until John decided what I was giving wasn’t enough. He quickly took a hold of my lips to keep me still before shifting himself into a position where he could freely thrust. As he readied himself to move, I thought of myself living elsewhere. On a beach, maybe with the sound of waves crashing against one another — so calming and peaceful. The complete opposite of what was happening.

I could feel every bounce of my body as John thrust inside of it. I heard every grunt and moans escape my husband's lips as he sought out his pleasure. While on the other side, I chose to let my mind get cloudy as I dreamt of a new life, where there were no expectations of me. Where there weren’t secrets, insecurities, lies, or even love. Because all those feelings have a way of tying a person down. Tying me down as if to drown me.




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My Husband and I

(Dark Romance) 🔞

Fair warning; this episode contains explicit content.
It's highly more mature than my stories. It may also be somewhat trigging as well. So, if this is not your cup of tea, don’t read.

Episode 1

I heard the sound of his keys before the door opened. I didn’t glance up from the store while preparing stew. It just needed a few more minutes and it would be done. I already had set the table. I heard his heavy footsteps as he walked through the house, making his way into the kitchen.

“Hi honey, how was work?” I asked without turning around. I sensed him before I felt his hands against my lower back.

I decided to wear a loose orange dress today since I felt like getting dressed up hoping it'd make me feel better about myself. The dress only reached my knees and it fit my figure quite well. I wasn’t really tall nor was I short. I had about an average height while my husband stood about two inches above me. My weight had been fluctuating, but I did have some small curves here and there, but nothing too exciting. I could be considered an average-looking woman, maybe even below average due to the bags underneath my eyes.

“Tiring, I had a stressful day. How was your day? The food smells good,” he spoke in his deep voice that used to send shivers down my spine. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and began to massage them. I leaned back into his embrace, letting out a sigh.

“You like the smell? I decided to make sauce and yam tonight. I didn’t do much aside from attending to my clients,” I responded and turned down the heat on the gas cooker.

“That’s good baby,” he spoke before one of his hands lowered from my shoulders and down toward my left breast palming my nipple through the dress.

“You look pretty.”

“Thank you,” I tilted my neck to the side when he lowered his head and dipped in for a kiss. He kissed my lips before kissing down my neck sensually.

I let out a low moan as he sucked on my skin in between kisses. I slowly felt his other hand trail down my back down to my hips before slowly hitching my dress up. I placed one of my hands on top of one and played with my boobs before speaking.

“Babe, we’re about to eat dinner and the gas is on..”

“Turn it off,” I want you first,” he said and continued to play with my body. I could feel him getting hard through his uniform.

Did I forget to tell you that my husband was a police officer? Pardon me.

He kissed me some more and I followed through by turning off the gas. I tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped me.

“No, I want you like this.” He moved us away from the gas to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from the gas to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from him as he bent me over and fully hiked up my dress, so it sat on my hips.

“Isn’t there a rule about disrespecting the uniform or something?” I asked quietly when I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his trouser unzipping. He then used his hand to rub against my clothed p*ssy, belting out a laugh.

“That's for the military, and if it was, no one is here to watch me smooch my wife,” he said as I heard him shuffle some more.

Sensing the irritation in his voice, I decided to keep my lips closed. He placed his hand away and decided to push my panties to the side instead of taking them off. He then took both hands and spread my ass cheeks to widen.

I heard his spit fly and felt his saliva drip down my ass to my p*ssy. Then he pushed inside of me without a second thought.

“Humph,” I groaned when he hardly settled inside me and just began to thrust. I felt discomfort right away.

“John, wait,” I threw my hand back to show him, but he pushed me away, pushing me down roughly against the counter.

He slapped my ass once, twice, and thrice as I squirmed during the harsh pounding. I had no choice but to take his frustrations as little whimpers left my lips. Groans of satisfaction left his mouth as his pelvis met my behind. My ass jiggling seemed to goad him as his grunts became louder. I had to hold onto the counter to not hit my head on the cabinet above me.

***

John was breathing faster as he was thrusting so hard and my whole body vibrated. I just wanted it to be done and over. I presumed he won’t last long with the way he was going and I was right. He spent himself in me in less than three minutes. I breathed a sigh and started to get up before he pulled out, grabbed me, and turned me around himself. John then lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties down my legs, and shoved himself back in without warning.

“John!” I exclaimed in surprise and then shouted again when he pulled down the front of my dress nearly ripping the fabric as he exposed my breasts to his eyes.

He leaned in and closes his mouth on my left breast. I moaned to turn him on more, hoping he’d finish faster. I had my legs splayed out on both sides of him with my currently ripped panties hanging from one of my legs.

My p*ssy and breasts were fully exposed as if I never had clothes on. If this wasn’t a sexy image to get him to cum I wasn’t sure what it would take. Although I wasn’t fully turned on and a bit taken aback by his aggressiveness. I had confinements position was spicy. I caught an image of our reflection through the bowl I had set on the table across from us.

Suddenly, I had an idea come to mind. I paid no mind as John ravished my body and instead took in my appearance. My pretty brown skin was soaked in sweat. My tits were bouncing, free from the confinements of my dress. The current state of my dress was ruffled against my waist as my husband took me roughly. My brown eyes narrowed slightly on myself, realizing that I looked sexy and my life lips began to tingle, still using the bowl across from us to see myself. I looked down at my husband, closing my eyes as a sudden onslaught of emotions hit me, I shake my head subtly. I opened my eyes again to be sure it was my husband inside me and not a different man.

I let out a yelp closing my eyes again to which John took that I was truly enjoying his lovefest. So he began to speed up once more and went a step further by spreading my legs wider using one of his hands. At this point, my husband was punishing my p*ssy and I knew I’d have to take a soak for a while in the bath tonight. I sighed in defeat and let him take me knowing any protest would egg him on.

A couple of minutes later, John came inside of me again breathing loud. I started to kiss his head as he gathered his breath. Once he did, he started raining kisses on my chest, telling me he loves me. I told him the same as he began to kiss my breasts again. And this time taking his time and making sure to coat them in his spit. I started to moan for real this time because my breasts were sensitive and loves attention.

“You didn’t cum,” he said abs trailing his lips lower. I shook my head. He nodded and slide my head. He nodded and slide down between my legs with kisses.
Although I didn’t reach orgasm that night, I loved seeing my John happy.

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My Husband & I

(Dark Romance) 🔞

~ Unfulfilled and unhappy in her marriage, Maryjane does everything she could to keep her husband happy. That was until she met two men who caused her to think more about what she wanted in life.
Soon enough she discovered a side of her that she longed to be unleashed and a love that knows no bounds. ~

Fair Warning❕ This story contains mature content that is entirely consensual. It is highly more mature than my stories. It may also be somewhat trigging as well.

So if this is not your cup of tea, don’t read. Yeah, don't read.


Prologue

The sound of heavy grunts were filling my ear. Willingly laying facedown, rooted up for my husband as he took his pleasure.
Consummation between husband and wife should be pleasurable for both, but I’ve never felt that way. I rolled my head to the side trying to focus on the clock beside our bed. I had started counting down the time when we began having sex.

I only had a few more seconds to go before he came. I went to stretch one of my arms because it was beginning to cramp but he grabbed onto it. I held back a grimace as he pulled my arm behind my back mistaking me for wanting to grab onto the sheets.

“You feel so good,” he moaned while his thrust began to speed up. I didn’t reply as there would be no point. Although if I did, he wouldn’t have cared to hear. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on my body. Maybe if I focused enough on how my nipples brushed against the sheets with every sway to my heavy breasts, I’d be turned on. Or perhaps the feel of my husband's touch on my hips should have been enough. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not get turned on. There was no fire to our lovemaking — just a dullness.

“Ouch,” he stuttered and his hips lost rhythm as he chased his high. He let go of my arms, choosing instead to grip my hips harshly. Thrusting into me unrealistically, I could hear his balls slapping against my lower hips.

I cried out under his brushing grip and thrusts trying to wiggle away. Stupid mistake seeing as he gripped me harder to which I had no choice but to take it. My ass jiggled beneath him as he continued his lovemaking.

“I'm about —” His lips stuttered and I felt him pour himself inside me. The feel of his seed inside me caused my clit to twitch but then settled to normal. He leaned his body over mine nearly squishing my body into the mattress. He thrusted quite a few times making sure he filled me with everything he had.

The room remained silent except for his heavy breathing and the squelching noises of my pussy taking his dick. After moving inside me a few more times to make sure I took his seed. He started kissing my back, murmuring intangible words as I continued to breathe slowly.

Truth is I’m quite ashamed of myself to say that I lead my husband on occasionally. I often fake having had an orgasm, something I haven’t felt in what feels like years. So when it comes to the end of our lovemaking, I moaned as if I’m coming down from my high. Although his kisses were the sweetest and make me feel warm inside.

“I love you,” he whispered against my back before he pulled out of me with a ‘plop' sound.

He turned my body around to face him to admire me as I admired him. I watched his dark forearm reach between us to his cock. He stroked it a few times before taking a few dips in my honey pot full of his cum. I glanced at his dark cock before taking my hand to stroke his buzzed hair lovingly. As he lathers his dick, I stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you, too,” I told him sincerely. Although his sex game ain’t great, I still love my husband with all my heart. I’d do anything for him and he knew it. There was a short bit of silence before he sat up and I had a full-eye view of his cock covered in both of our juices.

As he lazily stroke himself in one hand, he used the other to grab my hair full of short black locks. His grip wasn’t bruising as he used my hair to guide my face closer toward him. I took a glance at the clock before starting a countdown and closing my eyes. Opening my mouth, I took his length and let my husband use me once more.

The Next Day

I waved goodbye to him inside our home through the window as he left for work. He didn’t wave back which I could understand because he was nearly late. I kept getting tired to remind him to have his clothes ready the night before, but he never listens. After seeing him get into the car and drive off, I sighed and got into the kitchen to clean up. I had made breakfast for him this morning as usual and cleaning up was a chore I couldn’t stand.

Every day I made sure to have breakfast and dinner served for us both.
Well, I wouldn’t eat breakfast, just dinner. I was never able to make lunch because I had clients during noon which sometimes could reach into the night.
However, I always made sure to arrive home before my husband did. Putting plates in the dishwasher, I wondered what I would do to start my day. I turned to wipe the stove and then sink, before washing my hands. Then I decided to leave the kitchen and make my way to the basement.

Our home wasn’t extraordinary or anything since the walls had all been painted white which my husband requested. There were a few portraits of us two hanging on the wall. A few of them were our wedding photos, my favorite photo of me shoving ice cream up his nose.

Thinking back on those moments caused a silly smile to make its way on my face before I began to frown, wondering where I went wrong in our marriage and why our relationship was that way. I passed by a few more photos of us lining the halls. One of my husband graduating from the police academy and one photo of me attaining my counseling license. We were both proud of each despite our jobs didn’t pay as much as we hoped.

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Episode 20 (Final episode)

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~ Frank's POV ~

Terry was surprised to behold me that late evening. I could read it boldly on her face. A lot must be going on in her head as I walked her back into her room. So many questions she would want to ask but I bet she was dumbfounded.
I shut the door behind me when we entered her apartment. The room was illuminated by the rechargeable lamb by her bedside. Her belongings were neatly arranged and the room had a smell of soap or cream. I can’t really tell which one I was perceiving.

Terry adjusted her towel a bit and then leaned against the wall. Her eyes fell on the floor as she stared confusedly.
I coughed and cleared my throat, yet Terry didn’t look up. I don’t know if she was ashamed or shy.

“Terry,” I called her attention.
“Frank,” she said without looking up.
“Surprised to see me? I bet I’m the last person you were expecting to be here,” I paused.

“How did you know I’m here? I mean, who told you I stay here?” she popped out her eyes. She was nervous.

“How I found out? Who told me? Are those the questions that are more important to you?

Silence.

“How about we talk about you? How you suddenly changed your mind. I mean you said you were going to Calabar, what then are you doing here?”
“I changed my mind…” she said and paused.

“Oh? Did you change your mind the following morning? And you didn’t bother to call. You didn’t pick up my calls too. C'mon, this is unlike you,” I raised my voice.

I noticed she was shocked by the increase in my voice. I bet she hadn’t seen me react that way.

“I don’t know but I just didn’t want to…”
“You just didn’t want to go again? After I tried convincing you to stay behind so we could go back together,” I paused.

We both stared each other in the eyes.

“Terry, you disappointed my mom. You didn’t even tell her you were leaving…,"

Silence.

“Frank, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell her.”
“And you know being sorry won’t change anything, right? And the fact that you disappointed her. You know how much she likes you.”

Terry’s countenance changed and she made a step forward where I had been standing. She stared into my eyes and for some seconds silence accompanied us.

“How could you behave that way? How could you?” I asked in a low tone.
Tears trickled down her eyes, and her legs mechanically lead her closer to me.

“Frank, I don’t know how to say this but I need you to forgive me. I'm really sorry about everything,” she paused.

“I’m sincerely sorry. You can put all the blame on me,” she continued.
“It’s okay, Terry.” I wiped her tears with my left hand while she held me firmly and sobbed.

Silence stood between us for some seconds.


~ Theresa's POV ~

“So, tell me, how did you locate me? I mean, who even told you I’m in Lagos?” I broke the short silence.

Frank pushed me away and laughed.

“Tell me joor, how did you locate my small apartment?” I looked left and right, feeling a bit uncomfortable Frank found where I live.
“Terry, it’s a small world,” he finally sat on a plastic chair close to my bed.

“Small world indeed! I’m really shocked. Like, how?

He smiled broadly.

“Can you also sit, maybe I'll tell you…” he said.

I went to the door to be sure it was bolted. I returned and went straight to where he was. Instead of sitting on the bed, I sat on his lap to at least make him feel better.
Sadly, that feeling was cut short, the plastic chair almost threw us to the ground; our weight was much. I didn’t want to sit on the bed because I was only wearing a towel.

“Excuse me,” I said and went inside the bathroom.
I returned in a short and sleeveless. Frank was busy with his phone when I got into the room.

“So, tell me…” I reminded him.

“First of all, Mary told me you headed to Lagos instead of Calabar. We even called you but you refused to pick up,” he stopped and stared into my eyes.

“Frank, I’m really sorry. Please, forgive me,” I rubbed my both hands.
“You get mind shaa,” he said and smirked.

A part of me felt guilty for not picking up his calls and for not returning them.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“It's fine.”
“Thank you. So, tell me, how on earth did you know this is where I live?” I asked, patiently waiting for him to clear my doubts.

He opened his mouth to speak but then he ended up laughing.
“What's funny? Can you speak? I'm nervous.”

“Oh! Really? How nervous are you?”
“Please, can you just go on and tell me.”

“Um, well, your new place of work did the magic and made it so easier for me. What a small world.”

“Jeez! What do you mean by my place of work? Do you know my boss?” I queried in one breath.

He didn’t say a word. He just smiled sheepishly.
“Please, just tell me,” I beckoned.

“Yes, I know Stella. She is a good friend of mine..”
“Wow! You don’t mean it. It’s a small world indeed. So, continue…”
“Well, I saw a post she made on her WhatsApp story.”
“She posted my picture?”

“Yes. She was saying how positively you have impacted her work and stuff like that. Like I said, it was a positive post anyway.” He smiled.
“Hmmm….,
“What?”

“So, she actually gave you directions to my apartment without my consent?”
“She did out of her will. I literally forced her to do so. I promised her I meant no harm, and like I told she’s a good friend of mine.

“Interesting. How long have you known her?” I asked.
“Almost a decade now.”

“When did you return from Asaba?”
“Yesterday.”

Silence.

“You are just stubborn and annoying!” Frank said jokingly, breaking the short silence.

I just smiled and uttered no word.

“So, are you going back this night?” I asked.
“Sure, my car is parked outside. Do you want me to sleep over?”
“Noo. I never said so. My little apartment doesn’t suit people like you.”

We both laughed.

***

It was blissful reuniting with Frank again. I won’t lie, I had actually missed him during those few days, and I was certain he missed my company as well. We talked for some minutes about his trip, his family, and his decision on his music career. Frank was willing to push it one more time and see how far he would go. I also convinced him not to give up on his dreams. We hugged and tasted each other’s lips before he left that night in his car.

That week, we only met up twice. I have really been busy with work. The first was on a Monday night. We had dinner, but it was only to catch up. That night he told me about his stay those few days I was away. I told him about me, about my first week here and how I got the job. It was a nice dinner, like two old friends.

The second time was on a Thursday night. We went for a drink. This time was a little different. I was stressed and I needed to not think for a while. Well, I was having a good time with him. He always finds a way to make me laugh. I had a drink in my hand and I remember he stopped drinking after his third drink.

We left and somehow, we ended up in his hotel room. I kissed him that night but he stopped me. I was far too drunk. I woke up the next morning on the bed while he slept on the couch. That somehow reassured me that I could trust him again, so since that morning— when I saw him wrapped in a blanket on the couch, I started to like the idea of him being around.

The following week, Frank came to my apartment. He ended up staying the night. This time, sleeping right next to me since I had no couch.
So when I woke up minutes ago and felt a pair of arms around me, I didn’t move away. Just because I didn’t want to wake him up.

His face was right in front of mine. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. I couldn’t help but move my hand and move the tiny piece of hair falling on his forehead. I never thought I would be here with him in my apartment, sharing a bed.
After a minute of caressing his hair, I felt his muscles move, telling me he was awake.

“Hi, babe,” he said with a raspy morning voice. He opened one eye and closed it again.
“Good morning.”
“Hi.” I smiled, never stopping my hand from going through his hair.
“How was your night?” I asked.

“The best I’ve had in months,” he said, looking at me with his cute eyes.
“Good to hear,” I said without noticing I bit my bottom lips right after.
“Oh, no don’t that,” he bites his lips as well.

The next thing he did was move one hand to my back and the other to hold my face, pushing me closer to him. He managed to bring his body on top of me, it made me laugh and he does as well.

“Are you trying to tease me, Terry?” He looked deeply at me, he had a beautiful smirk on his face.

“No, I wasn’t but…” I moved my hand to his face, moving my thumb over his bottom lip.
“Now, I am.”

“You're killing me.” With that, he moved closer and connected our lips.
It was brief, just a peck. I felt the smile in our kiss, the butterflies in my stomach taking me somewhere else. When he moved away, I wanted him to move to me again, but he moved and sat on the bed.

“Are you hungry?” He turned to look at me. “I make the best noodles and eggs in the world,” he added.
“Huh, you do?” I sat up well, still feeling the trace of his lips on mine.
“Sounds delicious.”

“Then, let’s make some eggs.” He winked at me and stood up, taking the five steps that separated my bed from my tiny kitchen.

While he cooked, I took my clothes with me to take a shower. I was still wearing the same dress as last night and I smelt like wine. When I walked out of the shower, he had two plates on the table with a fried egg that complimented the noodles.

He had a cup of tea in his hand while he looked outside of the windows. I actually felt so lucky to have Frank in my life.

“It smells so good,” I said to catch his attention.
He turned around with a smile and came towards me. He looked a different kind of happy.

“You may think I’m insane but I just got the craziest idea.” He stood in front of me, something hiding behind his smile.
“Let's go on a little holiday.” He said.
“What?” I looked at him, confused. “Like, on vacation?”
“Yes! I know it sounds crazy because, I mean, you recently got back here,” he explained.

“You want to go on a holiday? On a boat? My eyebrows went up.
“Yes! We can go to a few islands and just spend some time together, the two of us alone.” He came closer to me. I shook my head and walked to the table and sat down.

“You do realize that I just got here, right? Literally two weeks ago. To settle down, to start a new chapter of my life here.” I said while he sat in front of me.
“And I support you, but…” he sighed, smiling at me.

“Don’t you like the idea? We need to figure it out. I'm sure Stella will understand.”
“I just started working for her. And I'm asking for time off already?” I chuckled. “I love traveling, I really do. But now is the time to settle down.”

“And you will, it’s just two weeks off.” He held my hand over the table. His eyes were clear and convincing.

“Two weeks!?” I gasped.
“Frank, no. I can’t disappear for two weeks.”

“Babe, look at me.” He pleaded and I did. “I know you want to start here because you feel like you belong here. I support you, I really do. I love this city, but right now, after being close to you these past few days…” He knelt and brought forward his right hand. Frank did the unimaginable. Yes! He was going to propose with a shiny ring.

I stayed silent for a minute with loads of thoughts in my head, voices here and there. What should I do? Accept him?

“Terry, will you marry me?” he said, lifting the ring in my direction. Our eyes locked in contact immediately and I felt butterflies in my belly.

“Ye…Yes!” I stuttered and stretched out my finger for him. He inserted it slowly and hugged me. That kind of hug that you don’t want to let go of. I could feel tears trickling down my eyes.

“I love you, Terry,” he said after a short silence.
“I love you more, Frank.”

The vacation Frank was talking about was actually a trip to go see my people but he was only disguising all that time he talked about holidays and vacations. He only wanted to get my attention first.
He told me his intention for us to get married anytime soon.
I couldn't be happier.

Getting married to Frank happened to be one of the best decisions I made in my entire life. He was my friend, partner, lover ,and everything I desired in a man.
I love him so much and I pray in my next world ( if at all there is one) I would still fall in love with him over and over again.

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Episode 19

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~Theresa's POV ~

After lunch the next day, I decided to go to the confectionery shop instead of calling the lady. It looked professional if I go there myself. I didn’t put much thought into my clothes, just jeans and a black T-shirt. I really liked how close it was to my apartment.

I arrived there in a few minutes. When I didn’t see anyone, I just opened the door and stepped inside. There was a bell on the door that sounded kind of annoying, announcing that someone came inside. I looked around and was amazed by the work I saw there.

“Hello,” the young lady appeared from nowhere.
“Hi.” I waved at her.

She looked at me, trying to remember my face.

“You're the person I saw yesterday, right?”
“Yes, well, I live around, so I thought it was okay to come instead of calling. Hope you don’t mind," I smiled.

“No, it’s perfect. I love it.” She said, her accent was thick.
“Well, I don’t know how to do an interview, this is my first shop and I just need help to keep the work smoothly and the customers happy, and of course to have everything organized. Anyone can do this job but…”

She began to work around the inside, while she talked, I followed right behind her and stopped when she does, in front of a yellow and blue painting of all cake.

“Do you know anything about art?” she asked, moving her hip to one side.
“Um, a bit, the necessary.”

I moved my eyes away from her and looked at the painting next to us.

“Well, when I stepped inside I noticed all these paintings have something similar. I can say they are from the same artist. This is a collection, right?”

“You’re right, you have a great eye. What else can you say about them?” She looked at me and then at the painting.

“I'm taking a wild guess here but I think he’s trying to tell us something about a relationship.” I looked at the painting next to the other.
“He started with the two main colors separated. Then, here,” I walked towards the gallery. “He started mixing them, creating a green. He hasn’t used green in the others.”

“Continue,” she said, nodding her head. So I continued. I kept walking until I was at the end of the last painting.
“The blue is now mixed with red, creating a dark purple. You can see just one little point of yellow at the very bottom. They broke up…” I said, with a sad sigh. “Or at least, that’s my point of view.”

She stayed with a pensive look on her face, she looked at the painting and finally, she looked at me.
“You're good. You got it right and I know you haven’t been here before.”
She walked to the end where there was a glass table and a computer. She grabbed a piece of paper and handed it to me.

“You can start tomorrow if that’s okay with you. I really need help like, soon.” She said with her and out to me.
“Really? Okay.” I said with an excited smile on my face. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Welcome to the team, Terry.” She said while I shook her hand, taking the paper with me.

Lagos, I love you.

***

On my first Saturday after working for three days straight, my body became used to everything, the weather, the brightness of the clear night, and the chilled wind in the morning; the streets, the vibes, and Inshallah. My mind, on the other hand, was still processing the fact that I was finally in Lagos.

Day after day, I found myself doing different things. Since I started working in the confectionary shop, I had a lot to learn about the art movement. I have made some small research on other related cake designs.

Also, my boss was planning to deliver a luxurious cake to a customer which has been keeping me busy, so busy that I have been running around from one errand to another.

Later in the evening around 7 pm, work was over for the day, the street was filled with different folks. Some of them looked like they were just starting the night and some others like me, went back home because the night ended for us. I looked at a couple in particular, only because they were walking in front of me in the same direction, also it made me kind of jealous. They looked like they were in love, they stopped every now and then playfully. He would tell her I love you, and she responded too. He wasn’t shy and held her butt in public and she laughed. They were carefree.

Just looking at them made me feel jealous of not having someone to be carefree with. I can’t lie, I thought of Frank and his alluring face and smile. I have been avoiding his call for days, and being in that woozy state doesn’t help, but I didn’t let myself think of him, so I pushed the thought away.

When I arrived home, I headed straight to shower. I was so tired and weak to the bone marrow. I got out of the bathroom after a few minutes, then I heard a knock on my door. It was thirty past seven.

Then I remembered I told Gideon ( my new neighbor) that there was something wrong with the faucet in the bathroom. Maybe he came earlier but I wasn’t home. I was sure he could fix it in no time. It was just something with the water pressure.

I stood up and got to the door, yawning and realizing how tired I was.

“Gideon?” I opened the door, and the smile on my face quickly faded away because it was Gideon.

I had to hold tight on the door to not lose my balance. Just when I promised myself to push the thoughts of him away and right there looking at him right in front of me, it confused me. I was sure my face said it all because it made him speak.

“Surprised to see me? He said half a grin on his face.

I stood on my spot, my mouth wide open. I looked around the apartment, making sure I wasn’t imagining this whole thing in my head. I closed my mouth and then frowned in confusion.

“What… How…” I started saying, trying to speak a coherent sentence but my heart rate didn’t let me.

“What are you doing here?”

Frank smiled, fully this time. And this time, I let myself to really look at him. Could this be real? There he was, in front of me, in front of my apartment, and here, in Lagos. I couldn’t help but stare. His hair was short, shorter than a week and a half ago. He was wearing a hoodie even when the weather wasn’t cold outside. He had a bag hanging from his shoulder and that same look he had when we encountered after those long months.

Images of our last day together, his naked skin, the wedding, his family, Asaba, the whole road trip and adventures, his lips on me, that tiny movement we had inside his car, it all came back to me. He was there.

And after what felt like a little eternity, he answered my question.
“I didn’t want us to stay unfinished,” he muttered. He then pushed me in calmly through the door. I was just on only wearing a white towel.

How did Frank get to know I stay here?



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This Terry ehn!!! Well she’s got her life to live tho, she could swings anywhere that rock her boat.
Thanks for the update OP, you are the realest gee

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Episode 18

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~ Theresa's POV ~

The following day, before everyone was up, I had arranged my clothes neatly inside my bag. I’d sure miss the beautiful guest room. I’d miss Frank, his family, and most especially his mother, but then I wasn’t going to inform them about my sudden disappearance. My mind was made to leave unannounced. Only Frank was aware my mind was made up to leave that morning but there was one thing he knew not about. And that was my sudden change of mind. I realized going to Calabar wasn’t the best option for me. Most of my belongings were still in Lagos, and I couldn’t tell when next I’d go there if I decided to travel down to Calabar.

I was simply a mess for getting upset unnecessarily and making careless decisions. I should have relaxed and gone back with him to Lagos, but then I couldn’t stoop low to tell him that I wasn’t going to Calabar anymore. I was simply full of myself, proud and arrogant almost ruined me during that period.

I left Frank's apartment very early in the morning. Mary was the only person who saw me that morning. She knew I wasn’t happy but she was kind to give me directions when I asked her how I’d find my way. She gave me directions on how to navigate to the Asaba toll gate where I’d get a bus heading to Lagos. I thanked her and we bid each other goodbye. She requested my number, so we exchanged contacts as well. Mary promised to call me later in the day. I just hope I don’t get lost and regret my stupid decision.

Well, I followed Mary’s instructions and found myself at Tollgate. I remember her telling me to be careful enough and avoid entering the wrong bus. Just like she said, the place was crowded with young boys and a few elderly men hunting for passengers.

I held my bags tightly in my right hand and my phone in my left. I eventually found a white bus with few passengers after waiting for like 15 minutes. All thanks to some cash Frank gave to me the previous night when he realized I was really going to leave. I could see anger and sadness boldly written on his face that night when he banged the door and left.

When I paid the driver, I went to the extreme back and sat quietly like a cat. I put my earphone in my ears. Several voices were echoing in my head. I told him I’d be heading to Calabar but there I was on my way back to Lagos without his consent. Like how did I end up this way? Frank would be mad at me if he found out I eventually went alone.

***
Long story short, my trip from Asaba to Lagos was not long compared to when Frank and I traveled from Lagos to Asaba. We arrived safely at Ojota around 3:30 pm
I quickly texted my guy that I was back in Lagos. You know who I'm referring to right? I mean Michael. The dude that went with me that morning to Frank's apartment before we began the trip.

Michael was just smiling sheepishly when he arrived at my apartment. The first thing I remembered when I sighted him was the last thing he said that morning before the taxi drove him away. “Don't forget to use a condom.” I couldn’t hold the laughter from inside even when I was actually not happy.

But he knew me so well. When he arrived and noticed I was quiet, he knew I was usually talkative, he knew something was happening. I had to tell him about our fights, about Frank's mom and his family, about everything Frank told me that weekend. I told him that he said he really cared about me, about what happened after the wedding and finally, I told him that I had to leave, I couldn’t handle it.

Thinking about that weekend now that I went back to Lagos, I felt torn. I was happy and excited but I couldn’t erase everything that I felt with Frank. I still felt a sting in my chest thinking about the wonderful moments we shared in such a short time. But I always need to remember this, even when sometimes it was hard: I did this for me. It was the beginning and I deserved happiness, with or without a partner.

Michael was really comprehensive when I told him. He supported me but he also defended him. He made me realize he wasn’t wrong either. I do remember when Michael convinced me to text him myself after we first met at the radio station but Frank didn’t answer. That was my last bit of hope. So, yes, I deserve this time for myself.

I promised myself to never be let down by someone anymore and I was really trying my best to not let it affect me. It was inevitable but I was trying to move on. It already happened once and I managed to survive. I was sure I could survive again. I just needed time and keep my head distracted.

I was glad Michael came around to my apartment. I badly wish he was always free to visit me. I followed him out and that was when I noticed my neighbor had actually parked out and a new tenant had occupied. The people inside the apartment had colorful curtains that one could easily see.

“Thank you, Mike. See you some other time.”
“And you too, Terry. Take care of yourself.”

We bid each other goodbye while I watched him walk to the other lane of the street. People were walking around, not so many cars, and it seemed the street was dry. I walked back down the street after seeing him off.

The rest of the afternoon went by so rapidly. After I unpacked everything in my back, I took a nap for an hour plus. I woke up really hungry. The sun was still up but it was evening already, I decided to take a quick shower and go grab something and eat. Maybe at the Buka or restaurant around.

I found one eatery two streets away. I was tired of eating at the regular places I normally eat, so I said it was high time I try a new place and I was glad it was worth it. Their food was tasty and yummy.

While I was going back, just before making the turn to my street, I found myself staring into a Confectionary shop. It had a well-designed flyer that had the inscription “Help wanted” I quickly copied the number on the flyer. I may not be an expert in cake and other confectionaries stuff but I knew a thing or two.
Someone walked out while I was writing down the number.

“Are you interested?” Asked the lady. I simply nodded my head affirmatively.
“Alright, give me a call tomorrow. I need someone soon.”
“Alright, ma. I will.” I smiled in response.
“Okay, take care.” She walked away.

Finally, I arrived home. I took out the rechargeable lamp by the bedside. It was 7:28 pm. I dressed the bed and the pillow. I didn’t have the strength to do my thing again. So, I jumped on the bed with my clothes on.

I finally took my phone out after so many hours of being part from it. Being distracted helped me a lot not to think about things I didn’t have to think about. When I scrolled through my phone, I noticed Mary and Frank had called me earlier.

I was alone on my bed, without anyone to talk to before going to bed. It brought memories to my mind, memories of someone I shouldn’t be thinking about. So I decided to call Michael to distract myself. He was my best friend and even if I last saw him this evening, I missed him already. We both talked for an hour; it was a WhatsApp call.

At the end of the conversation, he told me he might be coming to visit next weekend. The idea of having him around made me smile.

When we finished talking, I was already inside the covers ready to fall asleep. I put my phone away and fell asleep, not having Frank in my head this time.

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Episode 17

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~ Theresa's POV~

I nodded my head, moving my hands to his jacket, and taking it off for him. He gave me a half smile, leaning over to kiss my lips again. This time, I felt his tongue over my lips, and in a matter of seconds our tongues connected, sending shivers all over my body. My hands were on his neck and up his hair. His locks of hair tangled between my fingers. Shyly, he moved his hand to my waist, grabbing me firmly.

After minutes of heated kissing, I sat up. He looked at me, waiting for me to move. I waited, just gazing at him totally lost in him. I’ve waited for a long time to do this. I moved my hands and started to unbutton his shirt, his gaze on me, making me blush. With each button undone, I let one single finger run down his perfectly toned, tattooed belly. He bites his lip, letting me touch him.

Then I moved my hands away, moving them to the zipper behind my neck, moving it down. I secured the front of the dress with one arm, moving my hair to my back. I couldn’t believe I was really doing that. He looked at me, noticing I was a bit nervous.

“Come here,” he said, sitting up to be at the same height as me, moving me closer to him and pecking my lips. My eyes were closed, not thinking about the nervous butterflies in my stomach. I allowed the dress to fall on the floor of the car.

He hugged me by my waist, our chests crashing together. His cold skin against my warm temperature felt electric. One of his hands went up my back, pushing me harder against him. We shared a gaze, I could no longer see his full eyes, only a thin line. It made the butterflies in my belly go crazy.

I kissed him, and slowly we started talking down the back seat, his lips never separating from mine. He managed to stay on top of me, his other hand moved my dress. Under his dark gaze, I felt my complete body get consumed by heat.
His eyes were full of lust, desire, and sin. And I couldn’t crave anything else more.

“Terry.” He breathed with the limit of a grin, moving his eyes to mine.
“You look so beautiful.”

One of his hands moved to my waist and he lifted my body while we kissed again and again. His hand went all over my body, down my neck to my chest, then down to my stomach, his front fingers holding me tight. Then to my legs, moving one of my knees up to hang his leg.

Frank finally let go of me for a second, breaking the kiss. He touched my cheek, making me open my eyes. I was in a daze, completely out of me.
I could feel how quickly his heart was beating. We both knew what was about to happen, we both wanted it to happen but the car was not convenient enough. We were devouring each other with only our eyes, so I nodded my head slowly, nervous, locking my bottom lip.

At that point, I didn’t know how much time passed, minutes, hours, I couldn’t tell. I was now on top of him while he held me and caressed the skin of my shoulder. For the first time in so long, I felt safe in a place that wasn’t geographical. It was a human body. I could stay there for the rest of my life, just enjoying the silence, a very comfortable silence.

While his fingers still circled my skin, I heard him hum a melody. It was slow and beautiful, a kind of melody to compose an acoustic song with.

“What’s that?” I asked for a few seconds, interrupting his humming.
“A song I’ve been stuck in for a while,” he said in a low tune.
“I can’t finish it. I don’t know how to, but it’s been ages since I have been stuck with it.”
“You'll get the inspiration to do it, I’m sure of it,” I said, closing my eyes.
“Maybe. Or maybe it will stay unfinished.” He softly said, his fingers stopped moving.

“You know it’s impressive how you can compose something out of nothing. A melody, a lyric, a moment, and a memory. It’s really impressive.”
“That's what I love about my career, it's pure passion, desire, love, made in music.” He grinned.

“Lucky you,” I said slowly, moving my hand to his cold chest, my fingers playing in there.
“You already do something you love.”

He released me, and we both moved to our side. He faced me, his arm hugging me by my waist.

“Are you really moving to Calabar?” He asked after moments of just enjoying his company, knowing we were avoiding the inevitable. We still haven’t opened up, we haven’t talked. We have to. I bite my lips not knowing what to say, ever before giving myself entirely to him.

Should I go back to Lagos with him? This amazing feeling that I was feeling? It was confusing me and giving me a bad feeling about it all. Then for a split second, I remembered the Terry I was at the beginning of the trip. I promised myself to find the place I wanted to start things up.

“Frank….” I pictured his heart shattering and I felt water in my eyes.
“I have to.”

“Why?” He frowned, looking sad. I looked away, feeling a weird pain in my chest.
“Because….” I sat up, holding my clothes to cover my body.

“Because I have to, Frank. That was the whole plan of my going back home. For me to…for me to find myself. For me to find that something, that place I belonged.”

He sat up as well and wined down the windscreen which enabled fresh air in.
“What I don’t understand is, that you didn’t tell me.” He sighed, I felt his eyes on me but I didn’t look back.

“You agreed initially to come back with me to Lagos then… probably before leaving…?”

“What did you expect me to do?” I turned and looked at him.
“You want me to follow you? To open my heart to you again and…not worrying about being forgotten?” I wore back my clothes.

“Why not?” He snapped back, raising his voice a bit. I know I f*cked up before, I know I didn’t call you and I apologized already. I don’t know what else you want me to make you understand.”

“I understand that but…,” I breathed, moving my eyes away from him.

What is happening to me? Why do I feel this way now? After what we just did?

“But what, Terry?” He opened the left side of the back door.
“Why not, Terry?” He repeated himself.

“Yes, but….,” I opened my mouth, but no words came out of it. So he continued.
“No but, babe. What are you afraid of?” He asked, leaving a sigh. “I don’t understand why do you open up to me. Why did you give all of you to me if you’re not planning to stay?”

I still didn’t answer, feeling weaker and weaker as each second passed.
“What are you afraid of Terry? Tell me,” He insisted, taking a step closer to me.
“I’m afraid of losing myself again.” I finally said the words came out easily. I didn’t even know I was holding these words inside of me and I felt as if a huge weight left my chest.

“I'm afraid that if I let myself go one more time, I lose the Terry I managed to become today. The Terry that after months of being lost, not knowing who she was, finally has hope, finally has a place she feels she belongs, friends, she could count on. I’m afraid of losing that strong me, Frank.”

Once again, the silence consumed the car. I still feel that weird feeling, that pressure in my chest consuming me.

Frank sat there, his back facing me. I felt a tear rub down my cheek, I was holding those words for so long. He finally broke the silence, it felt like an eternity.

“You're the first good thing that has happened to me in so long. You…,” He breathed again, his voice almost breaking. “You make me feel like I’m not so lost after all.”

I swallowed hard before letting another tear leave my eye. Then I did something because I didn’t know what else to do. I opened the other side of the car and climbed down.

Tears fell, my heart in my throat and my mind in my numbness. What was happening to me? I wanted this, I wanted him to open up to me. I wanted to share everything with him, and we did. But I couldn’t handle it. It was a feeling I couldn’t control.
I found myself in the midst of people at the reception catching my breath. I felt someone helping me sit up and it was the hands of Mary.

“What happened?” She asked, worried. “Are you okay?”
She allowed me to breathe, she sat with me at the table and waited patiently for me to speak. It took me some minutes until the feeling in my chest disappeared. It’s been so long since the last time I felt this way, confused with mixed feelings about everything.

Why am I having a panic attack right now? Do I stay with him? Do I let myself go? Is my place really in Calabar? Everything was so clear days ago and now, I'm just confused.

It felt like the beginning of my journey, I felt like that Terry leaving for the University. Like that Terry hoping for someone to call. That Terry going from town to town, meeting new people and not feeling complete. That shadow of me was still hurting me.

My heart was divided in two, the inner me that wants to be happy and free, and the other side of me, craving to be with him. It all tied up to one thing, him. He confused me.

“I can’t say,” I said, it was hard for me to form those words. I still felt the knot in my throat.

“I can’t, Frank.”

Another tear trickled down my eyes, the pain in my chest was almost unbearable.
“Don't run away from me, Terry.” He whispered, I felt his embrace tightening around me. “Please.”

I turned to look at him, looking straight into his eyes, maybe for the last time, I don’t know. I moved my hands to hold his face and kissed him, knowing maybe that would be the last time I would taste his lips.

“I’m sorry,” I said, not having the courage to look him in the eye. “Maybe we will stay unfinished line. Just like your story.”

I pecked his lips one last time before going back to where the car was packed. My mind was made. I’d pack my things as soon as we get back home.


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Episode 16

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~ Theresa's POV ~

He kept walking, not paying attention to my calls.

“Can you stop for a moment?” I said when I was lacking my breath. He finally stopped and I was relieved. I was literally panting.

“When were you going to tell me, Terry?” he asked, turning around to look at me.
“I.. I don’t know. I was going to tell you later that I changed my mind.” I looked him in the eyes.

“Well, at least you’re sincere.” He said, now with a sarcastic smile on his face. He then turned around, taking a step away from me.

“Frank, you don’t understand.” I moved my eyes away also. I had an achy feeling in my chest as if I were guilty of something but I wasn’t. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

“I made that decision for myself. I’d like to go back home.” I tried to explain. “But even when I think of Lagos and all the amazing things I experienced there, the feeling doesn’t go away. And then, you called and this weekend happened, confusing the shit out of me.”

“So you’re leaving. You’re really moving there.” He said with an upset tone in his voice. Our eyes met, and he looked as if he was angry.

“Why are you even upset? You have no right to be.” I pointed out, raising my voice a bit. “You also have something to tell me.”

“Hmmm.. Really? And what could it be?”
“Your music career! When were you going to tell me that you are no longer interested in it?” I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms on my chest. He remained quiet. “I rest my case then.”

Everything just suddenly vanished away. The cute words from today at the ceremony, the gazes we shared, his little apology last night, the kiss the other night, the laughter.. in the car, everything… I mean everything.

“I was going to tell you, I..I just…” He ran a hand through his hair, he looked nervous.

“You know what, Frank? You don’t owe me an explanation.” I said, leaving a huge sigh. I have always hated arguments with people and this time wasn’t an exception

“Just like I don’t owe you one either.”
“No, Terry, you don’t understand…” He tried to stop me from talking but I was just tired of all this.

“No, let’s just leave it like this,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “We are nothing more than just a couple of strangers that met a few months ago at the radio station and now trying to pretend we are something when we don’t even tell each other shit. Eight damn months passed, eight! We are even more strangers now that then we…”

“Terry, just stop. I’m not prepared for this unhealthy conversation now!” He yelled, cutting me off. “I’m not ready to talk about it. I’m not ready to place my feet on the ground to realize that I left my music and think of what I’m going to do next because…” He moved his hand to his head, pulling from his hair. “Because I don’t even know what the Bleep I’m going to do.”

He turned around, running a hand through his hair for the millionth time.
“I don’t want to bring up how shitty my life is right now when…” He sighed. “You seem to have your life figured out.”

“I…” I chuckle. I was surprised he said that. “I don’t have my life figured out,” I said immediately.

“So why the sudden change of…”

“Frank… just a week ago or so I decided Lagos is the place I want to live in.” I smiled, just thinking about it. “I don’t know where I’m going to live, I don’t have a job there, I don’t even know if it’s going to work out but…I have to try.” I took a step closer to him.

“So I don’t have everything figured out as you think.”
He just stood there looking at me, his lips closes in a tight line.

“And… I’m sorry.” I said, moving my eyes down feeling a bit overwhelmed by his stare. “I didn’t know you were going through this. You could have told me.”
“You are really moving to Calabar?” He took a minute to respond. His question sounded hurt like he doesn’t want to believe it.
“Yes, I am,” I said shyly.

He sighed, turning around, and running his hand through his hair. I don’t know why I always feel so distant from him whenever we stood just a step away. Why do I feel my heart a bit broken? Why do I feel like he’s feeling the same way?

“This is it, isn’t it?” He said, his voice was low but I heard it clear as water. He turned around slowly, he had a slight frown on his face, a glimpse in his eyes. I nodded my head, I’m going back home. No more Nysc, no more Lagos.

“Then… I don’t want to waste any time.” He took the step that was separating us and held my face in his hands, leaning in closer and kissing me so soft but so strong at the same time. This time, we were in a corner where no one could see us. I placed my hands over him, not quite stopping the kiss but he stopped, resting his forehead in mine.

“I…” Frank started saying something but I moved one finger over his mouth, not letting him speak.

I went closer to him and kissed him, my hand holding the back of his neck, securing him, and not wanting to let go of his lips. With his face in my hands and his lips on my lips, I didn’t care about anything else than the kiss. Those long months that he didn’t call vanished away from my mind.

“Terry…” He moved his lips away for a moment. “Wait…” I opened my eyes, wanting to close the gap between us again. I looked at him, his thumb running on my cheek.

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you,” his eyes looked ashamed
I didn’t respond right away, his eyes were mesmerizing in the sunset light. I sure know what to do. This time I will be the one to tell him what he meant to me.
“Come with me,” I said, convinced of what I’m going to do. “I have to show you something.”

I took his hand in mine and started walking towards his car, getting away from the wedding. He didn’t hesitate to follow me, so I just kept walking.
“Come inside,” I said as I opened the back door. He climbed inside and sat close to the window. He couldn’t figure out what I was up to.

While he was there, I reached for my bag and brought out my diary. I opened it and began to search for the write-up I had penned down on the day we first met. I felt he needed to see them now. I didn’t plan on telling him or showing them to him. But I felt kike this was what I had to do.

“I… I don’t know where to start.” I shut the door and closed the book, seating very close to him.
“My journey was just beginning and as more places, I visited the more inspired I was…” I opened the diary for him to see. I felt a warm feeling inside my chest. Frank was just staring at me.

“I wrote epistle about you on my diary after we met that very day.” I touched the pages of the diary. He then looked at me, but my focus was on the book; my diary. I remembered the days I couldn’t sleep I took it against the paper.

“Terry…” He took the diary from me, his eyes going through the writings. He kept looking at it page after page, moving his finger to where I wrote “I have been waiting for you to call”. He grinned.

“This is beautiful. You must be a good writer.”
“Um, maybe. Thank you for the compliment, anyway.” I blushed.
“You are welcome. So, tell me, why did you bring it now?”

“Because I want you to know that even if I’m moving to Calabar…” I paused. I sighed. I didn’t know this was going to be this difficult to say.

Frank was calmly waiting for me to complete my sentence. “Go on.. I’m all ears,” He said.

“A part of you will stay forever with me.”
He then turned completely and faced me eyeball to eyeball, his eyes were glossy, a frown on his brows.

“I was really a fool for not going after you that first time.” He said, staring into my eyes until he blinked. “I'm not letting it happen again.”

Frank moved closer, taking my face in his hands, and leaning closer to kiss me. He kissed me hungrily. I liked how his lips felt; soft and so gentle but at the same time a bit rough. Mind you, we were inside his car. There were other cars parked there and no one could see us unless the person had to stare deep through the windscreen which was all wined up.

Frank gently laid me down, being careful so he wouldn't be hard on me. I didn’t stop him either. I had been craving this moment for so long. I could feel his weight over me. I couldn’t believe we were going to make love inside his car. Never done this before and it was about to go down. I felt my heart pounding in my chest rapidly.

“Are you…um, okay with this?” He asked, his voice sounding raspy.



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Episode 15

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~ Theresa's POV ~

He guided our steps, his arm around my waist. I hate to admit it but I liked how affectionate he was being. I didn’t want to get confused and jump to conclusions but it was difficult for me to just ignore it.

We were seated at the table next to the bride, along with two other couples. It was then I noticed that Frank's mom came with someone, and looking around, I noticed everyone at the wedding had a partner, even the kids came in pairs. Two floral vases on each table, two flower girls, two dance floors, and even two cakes. Amazing!

“Stephanie, this is my son, Frank I told you about.” Said Frank's mom to the lady next to her as soon as we arrived at the table. “We work together, Frank.” She added.

“Nice to meet you,” he shook her hand politely, a sleek smile on his face.
“And this beautiful lady here is Theresa,” Frank's mom introduced me as well, making me blush a little.

“How are you?” she said, shaking my hands.
“I’m fine,” I simply uttered.
“What a beautiful couple you too make,” she said with a warm smile at the two of us.

“Thank you,” Frank said right before I tried to correct her. He pulled me a bit closer to him with his hand on his waist.

What game was he playing? Whatever it is, it made my stomach fill with butterflies and I was enjoying it.

Soon enough, the food was served and we all started enjoying our food. The first plate was a salad with a lot of colors and a delicious dressing.

Everyone at the table was listening to Stephanie’s partner, he was talking about the economic reforms in the country and honestly, it was not an interesting topic for me but I still listened carefully to what he said.

“But don’t you think that’s a harsh move? The rich keep getting richer and the poor getting poorer,” Frank said, moving his fork directly to my plate. I had to stop moving my hand for a second, suppressing a laugh. He was taking the salad off my plate.

After they finish their talk and just when Frank was about to pinch another salad out of my plate, I whispered to his ear, “Old habits die hard, huh?”

“I just can’t believe you don’t like salads. They are delicious.” He said, shaking his head at me.

“We're not having this conversation again,” I faced him and smiled.
“Besides, I don’t mind at all. You can have them all.”

“You're willing to give all your salad to me?” He said with a surprised smile. “For the rest of your life?”

“That’s a weird proposal.” I tried my best to not laugh.
“Okay. At least for the rest of your salad?” He smiled widely, leaning a little closer.

The meal ended up sooner than I expected and just when we were about to finish our meal, a man spoke on the microphone and called for the newlyweds to the dance floor for their first dance. We all turned around, forgetting about our plates.

“This must be good,” Frank said to me, turning around as well. “My uncle has never been much of a dancer.”

“Oh, leave him alone,” said Frank's mom, smacking her son’s arm. You can’t dance either.”

“I know he can’t dance…,” I mumbled.

“What did you say, Terry?” he looked at me, hiding something behind his smile.

***
A soft high life song started playing. Even when everyone's eyes were set on the bride and groom, his eyes were on me. I giggled. It made him snap a smile.

When they finished dancing, everyone else was invited to join them, this time an afrobeat track by Flavour started playing and a few people stood up from their tables to join them. Then I felt a hand on my arm practically making me stand up.

“Come on, I’m going to prove you wrong.” He said to me and looked at me with playful eyes and before I could protest, he pulled from my hand band and made me walk right behind him.

“Frank….Frank!” I tried to stop him but he was stronger than me. We were on the dance floor in just a couple of steps. “This is embarrassing.” I laughed, looking right at him.

“I do remember how well you dance.” He took a step closer, looking at me with his sexy eyes and hugging my waist with just one arm.

“So come here and dance with me.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes. He took that as his cue to start guiding our moves.
“You are really annoying. You know that, right? I said to his ear, and a smile was plastered on my face.

“Oh, I know very much that…” he said, moving his mouth closer to my ear.
I rolled my eyes again, biting my lip, trying to lush everything away.

We danced to a total of three songs. Frank wasn’t a bad dancer. He wasn’t one Poco Lee but he wasn’t a bad dancer. The DJ knew his job so well and he had been playing the right song that made everyone stay on the dance floor.

We eventually retired from dancing and returned to sitting. Frank got a bottle of wine and asked for a glass. This time it was just the both of us.

“It's great, isn’t it?” he said, moving his glass in circles while looking in the distance. “Just being rounded by family while having a good time.”
“Yeah, it’s great indeed,” I said with a sigh, a nostalgic smile on my lips. “Your family is nice. They seem pretty close.”

“Yeah, we are.” He took a sip of the drink.
“Well, they are. I barely spent time with them anymore.”
“I miss my family, too,” I uttered.

“Oh! Really? Are they aware you are in Asaba?”
“Who would possibly tell them? You?”

We busted into laughter.

“Frank! Here you are! I have been looking for you everywhere!” His mother came forward to where we sat.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting you both but there are some people I would like you to meet. Hope you don’t mind if I take him for a little bit, Terry?”

“Oh, no. Not at all. Go ahead.” I smiled at her, patting Frank's arm while I tried to fill my lungs with oxygen because for some reason they weren’t receiving any.

“He's all yours,” I said.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to me, nodding his head at me and walking with his mom.

I stayed back while he walked away. Then I looked at him from afar and looked at how he shook the hand of men his mon introduced him to. He was far from me and I didn’t feel so bad for staring.

It was difficult to see him in this environment. He had always been a confident person but in there, he wasn’t only confident but he was in his safe zone. He was with his family, he had nothing to worry about.

Looking at him laughing at something I couldn’t hear from where I was. I felt like we never lost contact. I even felt something… something inside of me, something that you don’t feel for someone you just met once. I was infatuated. And I was scared. I wasn’t sure if I should feel that way. It made me turn around, looking somewhere else.

Two days ago, I had my mind on one thing and one thing only; moving back to my family in Calabar and looking forward to what the future holds for me, but then my mind was shaken by a hidden feeling that was forgotten.

“Miss Terry?” I heard someone call me. I turned to my right and I found Mary, the girl that invited me to her mom’s birthday party last night.

“Mary! Hi,” I said.
“I didn’t know you are here with us,” she said.

“Oh! Yeah. I love weddings. I mean, I’m here for Frank's uncle's wedding.
“Oh! That’s true. You came here with your boyfriend.” She asked, pointing at Frank.
“Oh! He’s not my boyfriend.” I said, kind of tired of having to explain that I’m just his date.

“I see,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.
“How is he doing?” someone told me at the table that he had decided to quit his music stuff.

“He what?” I tilt my head to one side.
“I.. I didn’t know about that.” I took the glass to my lips but I couldn’t take a sip. Damn! He didn’t tell me.
“I guess he will still tell you.”

“Yeah,” I said, frowning without even controlling it.

But why didn’t Frank tell me? We talked about it the other day.
I looked at him, at how he was smiling at his mom and enjoying conversation and it made me wonder what he was going through.

“So when are you going back to base?” Mary questioned.
“Um, I told Frank I will be going to Lagos with him but right now I think I have changed my mind. I will be going back to my family from here.

“You are moving to Calabar?” A third voice joined us, making us both turn around to find Frank standing right behind us.

“Frank.” I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

He walked away instantly, leaving us both. His countenance spoke volumes of sadness. My heart began to race. I followed right behind, almost running to reach him.
“Frank!” I followed him. He was walking fast, so it was hard for me to keep his pace.



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Episode 14

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~ Theresa's POV ~

“I didn’t…I didn’t forget about you during our time away.” He paused, biting his bottom lip. “As I told you, I wasn’t ready to face my emotions back then. I was going through a lot, and still, I am, but I’m ready to face those feelings, now.” He turned to a side. He looked really nervous.

“You were in my mind a lot, Terry. More than you think.”
“Fran… Frank.” I opened my mouth.” He was answering my questions, he was showing me that I’m not just another girl on his list.

“Here goes my stuttering girl again. How I missed her.” He smiled at me, running his thumb down my cheek. He moved my face and placed a kiss where his thumb was seconds ago.

He then moved back, looking at me and leaving me speechless.
“I care about you, okay? I hope it stays clear from now on.” He gave me a last smile before letting me go.

“This time it’s not going to be like the last time. It’s a promise to you.”
I still didn’t know what to say. I guess I was a bright red tomato by then because his words were just so overwhelming.

“Are you…Are you leaving?” I asked, trying so hard to not stutter and trying to act calm.
“Do you want me to stay?” He asked with an eyebrow up with a smirk on his lips. That’s the flirty Frank I know.

“No, I mean yes. Just a little longer.” I said walking a step closer to him without noticing.
“I feel like we didn’t see each other in the whole day. I want you to stay.”

“I would love to but I don’t want to cross a line with you, not again.” He placed his index finger on my chin locking his eyes with mine.

“And we need to rest. We have a long day tomorrow.”

I opened my mouth to say something but then I closed it. He was being such a gentleman. It was his way of showing me I wasn’t there only for pleasure. He was perfect.

“Okay.” It was the only thing I managed to say, smiling at him that he irresistibly returned.

“Sleep well, Terry.” He leaned closer, placing another kiss on my cheek.
“Goodnight, Frank,” I said right before he walked away to the door.

The wedding ceremony started around noon. I was up as early as possible to get ready. I took a long hot bath. The entire morning was all about pampering myself. Not every day you get the chance to stay in a place as beautiful as here. I took time to love-vendor myself.

It's always nice to make an effort to look good once in a while. Well, at least for me. I wasn’t the type of girl who takes care of her appearance, I barely dress up and makeup. It was something foreign to me. I would be lying if I say I wasn’t excited that morning. It was incredible.
I love weddings and everything that comes with it. The food, the partying, the feeling of love all around, families reuniting to celebrate the lives of two courageous people that want to spend the rest of their lives together.

When I was finally ready, I looked at myself in the full-length bathroom. I smiled seeing the result of my effort. There was only one thing I was missing. I walked to my bag and got a pair of earrings that my grandma gave to me when I turned sixteen. I put them on, completing my look. I felt proud of my work. I looked gorgeous and set for the day.

While leaving the room to wait for Frank so we could go together, I tried to control my nerves. I have never seen him in a suit. Will he wear a suit? I couldn’t even picture him in one. He had a style that I couldn’t quite describe. Rockish-bad-boy that only wears vintage designer.

When the doors opened in the lobby, the whole building bubbled with excitement. Every nook and cranny smelt amazing.

“Terry?” I heard a deep voice just a few steps from me, taking all my attention. I looked to my right and found Frank standing by the stairs, instantly my mouth fell to the floor.

I opened my mouth to say something but instead, my face got consumed by a smile. He looked so cute, even more handsome. I knew he wasn’t going to pick a normal suit.

“Frank,” I mumbled, finally saying something. An instant smile appeared on my face. He didn’t move right away.

After a moment, he started walking closer to me. His smile turned into a slight smirk, one that instantly melted me. The moment he was in front of me, his smirk grew, showing his dimples and I loved it. The proximity got me drowned in that scenes of him.

“Hi.” He said, quietly.
“Hi,” I said, just as shy as I was.

We stared at each other for some seconds. I felt all kinds of butterflies going crazy inside of me just standing in front of Frank in a black suit and a hat. Frank couldn’t stop moving his eyes all over me.

“You look…you look beautiful and stunning,” he whispered.
I blushed and instantly moved my face down.

“No, don’t hide, babe. Look at me.”
“You are making me blush,” I smiled and touched the tips of my hair that fell to one side.

“You are blushing because I’m telling the truth.” He leaned forward, placing a kiss on my cheek. “You look mesmerizing,” he added.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at him and still feeling my cheeks flush.
“You don’t look bad either. Look at you. Almost a tie and everything.” I moved my hands to the piece of fabric falling on his chest.

“Almost a tie?” he rolled his eyes, giving me a one-sided smile.
“It fits you. I like it.” I moved my hands a little higher, taking an instinctive step forward.

“Oh, really?” He said, tucking one arm around me and securing me close to him.

“Frank!” we heard someone shout from outside.
“Frank! Let’s go, the wedding service is about to start!”

We both turned our heads and found his mom waving at the car Park. I took a step back and accommodated my dress, feeling shy.

“May I escort you, her Majesty?” Frank said, offering me his arm.
“Sure,” I said, giving him a shy smile and accepting his arm.

He guided our steps toward the car park where a few family members were waiting. There were flower designs on each of the cars.

“Terry, you look incredible,” Frank's mom said as soon as we got there.
“Absolutely beautiful.” She added.

“Thank you, ma,” I said with a polite smile. “You look stunning, ma. I love your hair.” She had curls on her hair that fell to one side, making her hat the center of attention.

***
We arrived at the church premises for the wedding. The Church hall was mapped out for the reception. It was well decorated.
The day was beautiful, the sun was up in the sky and there was not a single cloud trying to ruin this beautiful ceremony.

Everyone started finding their seats, I saw the groom, Frank's uncle walking to the aisle with his best man on his side. There was a pastor placing everything for the ceremony on a small podium.

Then we all turned around to find two little girls throwing flowers and that got everyone’s attention. When the little girl finished walking the aisle, we saw the bride walking in, escorted by her chief bridesmaid. They both looked beautiful, but the bride was…. Wow! She looked so beautiful. She was almost at the altar when I felt a hand sliding to hold mine, our fingers tangling almost naturally. It took me by surprise, of course, making me snap my eyes from the bride to our locked hands and then to Frank's face. A smile stung his lips.

He looked back at me for a second, telling me he wasn’t planning to move his hand away and I really didn’t mind.

During the whole ceremony, I felt butterflies in my stomach, not even for a moment did he let my hand slip away. When they were talking their vows, I felt his fingers caress the inside of my hand, sending chills throughout my whole body. The entire situation was playing with my feelings.

Soon enough, the new couple kissed as husband and wife for the first time and everyone in the church cheered for them, including us. They left the altar and walked down the aisle, staring at each other with loving eyes.

I smiled, weddings always make me smile.
"Let's go find our table," he said to my ear, leading our steps.

***
At the reception hall, we found our table and soon enough we hit the bar. I was so nervous to ease down a little bit.
The hall was completely decorated. Every single detail distracted me and I had to control my head from moving all around. Some coll music blasted from the speakers.

"Here you go." He finally let go of my hand and grabbed some drinks, handing me one.
"Let's make a toast."
"To the newlyweds?" I asked but he shaked his head and said no.
"To us." He said instead, making my cheeks once again turn pink.
"To find our way and happiness along the way."

I smiled, moving my glass to clink his.

"Cheers," I said, smiling at him.

We both took a drink at the same time, feeling a warm feeling around us.

"I think your mom is calling us," I said, noticing she was wearing at us from the table.

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Episode 13

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~Theresa's POV ~

On our way back to the house was fun. Since we got out of Shoprite, we have been talking about make-up and hairstyles for tomorrow — the deal day. She told me they hired someone and she asked if I wanted to, I could do my makeup with them but I gently refused. I wasn’t a fan of makeup and I didn’t wear it that much. I could equally do my hair just fine by myself.

We finally arrived and the sun was almost completely down, making the entire place cool and inviting. I thanked her once again for the shopping and she shook her head, telling me it was nothing, that she had a lot of fun with me.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine on your own, dear?” Frank's mom asked as she was about to climb the stairs.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’ll make myself comfortable,” I said, smiling at her. “I'll just go inside and probably sleep or read a book,” I added.
“Alright, my dear. I’ll be upstairs, and just in case you need anything, call anyone around to help you out.” She started climbing the stairs.
“Alright, ma. I’ll keep that in mind.” I waved goodbye and started walking towards the guest room she showed me.

Frank was yet to return to the house. I guess he probably went out to see some of his friends.
I walked straight to the door and quietly opened it. The lights were on when I popped my head through the door. I gasped when I looked inside. The room was big, way bigger than any room I have stayed in. There was a shiny table with flowers on top and a matching mirror, the cream-carpeted floors lead to an open area where the bed was. There was a fireplace right in front of the bed and on top of it, there was a TV that strangely goes well with the room.

The bed was huge, the header was in a cream color with matching sheets and a full set of pillows. I instantly let my body fall on the bed proving what I already suspected, the softest-cloud- bed ever. The side tables were perfect with the rest of the furniture. A big lamp on each of them.

I stood up from the bed, and walked to the windows, the view from there was amazing. You could see other houses' roofs there. I also decided to check the bathroom, if the room was like this, I’m sure the bathroom would even be bigger. Just what I thought. It was indeed filthy big.

I was amazed. All marble floors and walls, golden ornaments holding the towels, and decorating the frames of the two paintings on the wall. Two wooden tables with flowers everywhere and I love it. It made the whole place smell amazing.

After checking everything else in the room, I decided to take my book from my purse to keep myself busy. A cold breeze hit my cheeks and made me regret not having brought a jacket with me.

“Terry! Terry, right?” someone called from the door. I think I recognized the feminine voice.
“Hi, yeah, I’m Terry.” I opened the door and our eyes met.
“I'm Mary. Do you know? Frank's cousin.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Oh! Mary. Good evening.”
“Good evening dear. Welcome to our home.”

“Thank you.”
“Um, we are about to have a little birthday for my mom. I hope you don’t mind joining us upstairs.” Mary said and looked me up in the eyes.
“Erm, birthday party?”
“Yes. Not Frank's mom, but mine.”

“I heard you right.” I giggled and moved my eyes around.
“So, are you in? I promise we won’t take much of your time.”
“Well, let me see…”
“Terry, you don’t have to think about anything. You’ll be glad you joined us. I bet Frank forgot he promised mom he would be around.”
“I don’t even know where he went to.” I laughed.

“Don’t tell me you are an introvert.” She said smiling.
“No, I’m not,” I said, smiling back at her.

I took a second to think but then I just nodded my head and followed her. I couldn’t say no to Frank's cousin, even when I was a bit mad at Frank, I didn’t want to sound rude to his family. Besides, she said they weren’t going to waste time.
Mary was quite a character, she looked fun to be with.

“Did you find a dress for tomorrow?” she asked.

“Yes, I did. Frank's mom was a great company.” I replied.
“Oh! Really…sounds great.”
“Yeah. She is the best person to go shopping with. She picked my wedding dress.” I boosted.

We finally went upstairs to the sitting room where everyone was gathered for the quick celebration. A table was in the middle with a cake and several wines around it. Frank's mom was there and likewise some few extended families I half knew.

Just like Mary promised, the birthday party was brief, fun, and enthralling. It lasted for about thirty minutes and they shared cake and drinks while everyone got back to their room.

I was back in the guest room, and lying on the bed with my portion of the cake and drink by the bedside. It was 7:30 pm and Frank wasn’t back yet. I didn’t want to call him either.

The cake was tasty and yummy as I finally took a bite. It made me think about the past years. I really enjoyed baking, but I didn’t like the environment I was in. With my ex and fake friends, it was much for me. I needed a change. But now, they are all in the past.

I really loved baking and getting lost while at it— that feeling made me realize maybe it was what I was born to do. I could take more classes when I later settle down. Maybe I could even teach some, that would be amazing too, to share my knowledge with others.

Out of nowhere, I heard a knock on the door. It brought me back from my thought, so I stood up from the bed and opened the door. I was surprised to see Frank standing outside the door.

“Frank,” I said a little confused. I wasn’t expecting him until the following day.
“Um, Terry.” He said, moving his hand up in an awkward wave. It was then I realized I was so distracted, during the afternoon that I didn’t think of our little fight last night. I was having fun with his family and it erased the thought from my mind.

“How….how was your outing?” I asked, taking a deep breath.
“Um, not bad. I met some old friends.” He said a little uncomfortable. He closed his lips for a moment and then he said, “Can I… come in? I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Come in.” I said nervously, opening the door for him and stepping inside. He walked inside and closed the door. He looked around the room and I couldn’t tell if he was still mad at me and I didn’t know if I was mad at him as well. It was really confusing. I mean I still wanted to know but I have learned not to push it. Even his mother told me so. Talking to her really helped me to understand.

“What’s that?” He noticed the cake on the bedside. He walked closer to the bed looking at it.
“Mary's mom's birthday….”
“Oh! I totally forgot about it. I was informed. She’s going to kill me for missing it,” he laughed.
“Good for you.” My short response.

Frank guided me towards the window. He sat down first in the cushion-made seat. He took a deep breath, looking towards the door. I waited for him to speak first, I didn’t want to push him.

“I want to apologize.” He finally said after some seconds of silence.
“I….I shouldn’t have left the room last night as I did. I’m really sorry.”
“Frank, you don’t have to. I’m the one that needs to apologize.” I turned to look at him, but he shook his head.

“I crossed a line. I offended you and for that, I’m very sorry.”
“Listen to me, I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. You don’t deserve to be treated that way.” He looked at me, and for the first time in the whole day, he kindly looked at me. It brought butterflies to my stomach instantly.

“I guess I was hurt by your words and I kind of deserved it. I didn’t call you in eight freaking months and I was to apologize again.

“It's okay.” I grinned. I felt a lot of emotions inside of me. I moved my hand to his shoulder, reassuring him it was fine.

“I guess I accept your apology too.” He gave me a smile, his eyes locked with mine and making everything inside of me melt.

“There’s… there is another thing I have to tell you.”

“Hmm…?”

He stood up from the seat and took a step away, running his hand through his hair.

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Episode 12

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~ Theresa's POV ~

I stepped outside with a smile on my face, the attendant looked at me and complimented me. Frank's mom was still on her feet waiting for me. She looked at me and her mouth fell to the floor, nodding her head and helping me get to the big mirror.

“I don’t think we have to keep looking. Do we?” she said, holding me by my shoulders, and standing right behind me.

“You look gorgeous and beautiful.”
“Thank you, ma. I think this is the one.” I said looking at myself in the mirror. I felt like a princess in this dress. I'll take it along with the shoes.

After I got back to my usual clothes, I folded the dress and placed the shoes on top of it, and handed it to the attendant. She walked us to the register where the hat was. I took my wallet out ready to pay for the dress.

“Will you be renting the dress and the shoes?” The attendant asked while pressing some numbers on the register.

“Yes,” I placed my hand, in search of my ATM card but Frank’s mom stopped me.
“No, she’s buying it.” She looked at me and at my wallet, like making me put it away with just one look. She stretched out her card.

“Oh no, ma, I can’t let you pay for my dress.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. I already felt like I'm taking advantage of Frank for letting him pay for lots of things and now his mom trying to pay for my clothes.

“I can rent it and bring it here tomorrow.”

“No dear. I’m not letting you. End of discussion.” She said with a winning smile just like Frank's.

“Besides, I’m just following my son’s orders. And you know if a man wants to buy you a dress, you can't refuse.”

I smiled sheepishly.

“Yes, if my son decides to buy you cloth, will you decline?”

Silence.

“But, I….” I took a deep breath. I’m going to kill that Frank of a guy. I said to myself.

“No ‘but’ my darling. It’s our pleasure to do it.” She said with a warm smile, now handing her card to the attendant.

***
We left the stores with our bags. I couldn’t thank her enough while we walked out of the store that she technically shut me off in a comical way.
“How about we go get some chilled stuff at Shoprite? I want something cold before we go.” She turned to me.

“Okay, fine. But with one condition.” I looked at her, holding back my giggle.
“So what’s the condition?”
“You let me pay for them.”
“That sounds fair.” She laughed slightly, guiding us to the ice cream quarter when we got to Shoprite.

When we got inside, she ordered a mint chocolate milkshake and I ordered Vanilla, my favorite. We also ordered four small cupcakes to share. I paid as we agreed and went to sit at one of the tables inside the small shop, leaving our bags on a chair next to us. I bit one of the cupcakes. They were so soft and the cream was yummy and tasty.

“So, Theresa..your name is Theresa, right?”
“Yes, ma.” I nodded.
“Okay. So, tell me a bit about yourself.” She asked me while grabbing a cupcake. “What do you do for a living, my dear?”

“Um, right now, nothing.” I giggled, placing the remaining of my cupcake on the plate. “I finished school last year and since then…”

“Frank told me you are currently doing your NYSC, right?” She interrupted, taking a sip from her milkshake.
I didn’t know he talked about me with her. It made me flush slightly.
“Yeah, that’s what I’ve been up to in the last few months,” I said, moving the rest of the cupcake to my mouth. “But I have rounded up with service,” I added.
“Um, yes, he told me.”

She smiled kindly at me, like the look a mother gives to her child. It made me miss my mind.
“Don’t mind if I ask my dear, what’s going on between you two?”

I almost got choked up on my bite, swallowing the cake handy. I looked at her with shock. I was sure she knew we weren’t dating. Is she?

“Um, what do you mean, ma? We are friends.” I said nervously, trying to hide it by taking a sip from my shake. I was blushing and she knew it.
“No, not that my dear,” she chuckled, shaking her head, moving her hand up in a gesture.

“I mean, what’s going on between you two?” She sipped a drink. “I may not have spent much time with Frank anymore but I know my son, he looks bothered about something.”

“Oh! Really?” I said and moved my eyebrows up.
“And you too,” she turned in my direction.

“You had a sad glimpse in your eyes the entire time during our meal.” She said and moved closer to me. She was really very observant.
“Did something happen between you two?”
I sighed. There was no way I couldn’t lie to her about this. Even though it felt like it wasn’t in my place to tell her, I couldn’t get away with it. I have always been a terrible liar.

Well, I told her about what happened, about my concern about being just another girl on his list. I left some details out, I didn’t want to lie to her but I don’t want to tell her the whole truth. I told her about the fight we had last night, making him leave the room. I tried to be neutral as possible but I was sure she could hear the hurt in my voice.

She nodded through the story, eating another cupcake and looking somehow perceptive of what I was telling her.
“Since this morning he has been distant from me,” I said, breathing out. “And I can’t blame him really. I acted like a fool last night.”

“I see.” She said, finishing her drink, and pausing her lips in thought.
It felt so good to finally tell someone about this. I was feeling like it was closing inside my chest and it also made me feel a lot better. I just wish she took it in a good way. She was pensive, so I just decided to eat the last cupcake, hiking her time.

“I think you both have a point,” she said after a moment, turning her powerful eyes to me.
“I guess he took it the wrong way, but you do deserve to know. I’m sure he’s just confused, my dear. He’s going through a lot at the moment.”

“Is he? We haven’t really talked about ourselves. It’s been only a day or so and the fight erased the possibilities of us communicating with each other.” I said, finishing my drink as well, and taking a napkin to clean my mouth.

“I know Frank cares about you tremendously, otherwise you wouldn’t be here alone with me.”

“I guess so.” I smiled at her, realizing she was cool.
“He wouldn’t have let any girl go out shopping with his mom. He is too protective. The short time I have known him tells me that. He loves his mom to death, he would do anything for her. I guess I don’t have anything to worry about. I guess I just want to hear it from him. That’s all I asked.” She paused.

We looked at each other and smiled.

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Episode 11

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~ Theresa's POV ~

“He just wants to keep her for himself!” An old man shouted from the other side of the table, some people laughed loudly and the rest of them stared at them with a gasp.
“Papa! Sit down,” said another woman, pulling the old man’s shirt and making him sit down.
“Welcome to our family.” She smiled at me, taking my hand in hers. Care for any food?”

They all sat down again, moving two chairs for Frank and I. They started conversing like they were doing before giving me a little time to take a deep breath and took everything in.

I was in Asaba, with Frank and his family and they were actually pretty nice people. Soon enough, someone arrived with a drink for Frank and I.

After a few minutes, the conversation at the table started to turn into laughs and chuckles. Someone was telling a story but I couldn’t quite hear from there.

After a moment, Frank touched my elbow, calling my attention. I was trying my best to keep myself distracted to not put much attention to him, even when the meeting went well, the memories from last night were still crystal clear in my head.

“You did well at handling everything.” He leaned closer to my ear, whispering into my ears. "Thank you. It means a lot to me,” he added.

“It's nothing,” I said lowly, giving him a small smile. He gave me only a nod, returning to his quiet self, and moved his eyes away from me.

He focused on his meal for the rest of the time we spend at the table while I kept myself occupied, talking to his mom about shops around town. I tried my best to not get bothered by him ignoring me but even if I lie, it does affect me.

We finished our meal and by the time, everyone at the table started to stand up going their ways. I was taking the last sip from the cup of water when I saw Frank placing his napkin that was previously resting on his plate. Then he stood up, running his hand through his hair.

We walked a few steps away standing by a tall window with a view of the gardens. The landscape outside looked beautiful. I was fascinated with the place.

***

Finally, Frank's mom and I set out to go shopping later in the evening for the wedding the following day.

“She's your mom, spend time with her,” he said smiling.

I gave him one last smile and walked away to where his mom was waiting for me. We both glanced up at him and waved goodbye before walking away from the house.

Her mom led the way to the car while I followed behind. I knew she was cool and so lovely, but she was still his mom. I was really nervous to be alone with her. It’s been a while since the last time I felt nervous.

At least she wasn’t like the moms of my previous boyfriends— not that Frank was my boyfriend, haha, but you get what I’m saying.

Once inside the car, Frank's cousin's brother ignited the engine. The radio instantly came on and the car filled with the sound of a violin playing more classical music.

“Frank loves to hear classical music while driving, too,” I said while buckling my belt. It runs in the family, I guess.”

“Oh yeah. He got it from his dad, mostly. But his dad got it from me actually.” She smiled broadly, Ken taking the wheel and driving away from the house.

“I was once in a theater group when I was younger, and I was quite the pianist.” She said.

“Wow. Really?” I opened my mouth agape. That’s amazing! I would love to hear you play.”

“Oh, no. I’m too shy now.” She laughed out loud. I turned to look at her. She still looks young and beautiful. Not even one single wrinkle in her face and not exactly beauty treatments.

“I stopped playing when I got pregnant with…Um, my first child.”
She coughed nervously. I then realized she was talking about Frank's sister. Frank told me about her back then when we met. One of the reasons I thought we clicked back then, we were so open with each other.

In just a few minutes, we arrived at a mall along Okpanam road, Asaba. I have been looking around the whole time, impressed by how beautiful everything was. The city was so clean and somehow quiet. The sunny sky made it look even more pretty, making all the flowers around shine.
When Ken (Frank's cousin) parked near the mall, we alighted and walked together to the entry.

“What exactly would you like to wear?” She turned to me as we walked inside. “A two-piece, shoes, too?”

“Um, I don’t even know. It’s a day wedding, right?” I asked and she nodded her head. “Maybe a knee sunny dress with heeled sandals.”

“That sounds lovely.” She said excitedly, smiling widely. “I have to find a hat as well, so let’s hit the stores.”

We spent about forty minutes walking round different corners but not any of them were for weddings, all of them were too casual for the event or too formal. I was much interested in something that doesn’t bring too much attention. Frank's mom already put her eye on a hat we saw some stores ago but she kept looking just in case she found another she likes more.

Finally, we entered a gown shop someone recommended to us while we were just looking around in another store. When we entered or looked just like a wedding dress shop. There was a woman in one of the stalls trying on a long white dress that looked taken out of a magazine. As usual, I walked to the sales rack, old habits never die hard.

In a matter of minutes, an attendant walked to us, trying to assist and Frank's mom gently accepted, telling her we were looking for a not-so-formal sunny dress for a wedding and a cream hat for her. The attendant told us to follow her and showed us a little lounge area just like the one the woman with the wedding dress was with minutes ago.
The hats arrived first. They didn’t have a lot of options but Frank's mom doesn’t seem to mind.

“Wow! I really like this one.” I said holding a dark cream hat. It doesn’t really look like a hat, more like a head accessory but it’s really beautiful. It only covers a small part of the head and it has a soft fabric net that covers only the forehead.
She puts it on and a smile instantly formed on her face. She checked herself in the mirror, accommodating the net to one side. She looked so pretty. I don’t know how old she was but she doesn’t look like a mother of two.

“I'll take it. This is the one.” She said, totally convinced about the hat, never taking her eyes away from it. “I love it.”
“It looks beautiful on you.” I complimented her just when another attendant arrived with a rack full of short dresses for me.

“Thank you, darling.” She gave me a tender smile. “Go on, go try the dresses on. I want to see you.”

“Okay, I will be right back. I said excitedly, walking with the attendant to the fitting rooms.

She lets me pick up a few dresses before stepping inside. I couldn’t help but look at the tags, all of them pass the little token I have in my account.
There were even a few that was about twenty thousand naira. They were designer dresses. I couldn’t afford them.
“Um, do you have any cheaper dresses? I can’t really afford this.” I said being completely honest.

“Of course.” She said with a smile and a thick igbotic accent.
“We also give the option of renting the dress, if you’re interested.”
“Oh, yeah, that sounds perfect. How much is that?” I asked biting on my bottom lip.

“The ones with red tags on are around 10k, for a day. And the ones with green tags 15k.” She explained to me.
“Red tags it is,” I said, going back to searching for the dresses I like on the rack.

I took four dresses with me, but the rest of them didn’t gain my attention. The first one I tried on was too tight, I couldn’t even finish zipping it.
The next one was a coral tube dress covered in lace. It made me look like wrapped sushi, so I took it off instantly.

The next dress was a cream yellow dress, it fits pretty well but I wasn’t very convinced. I decided to step outside to hear some opinions.
“Oh, I brought you a pair of heels. You’re size 42, right?” she said, holding a pair of nude sandal heels. I nodded my head, taking them and putting them on.
I stepped outside the fitting room. Frank's mom was relaxing on a sofa with a soft chilled drink.
“This one looks great, my dear,” she said, standing up and walking to me.
I looked at myself in the mirror, it doesn’t look bad but I don’t think yellow is my color.

Finally, I managed to get another dress that fitted me so well. It was a blue-colored one. The zipper was on a side, so it was difficult for me to know how to get outside of it. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled. It fitted so well.
It has blue lace covering the entire top, with a nude base since you can’t wear a bra with it. A little above the waistline falls the skirt, a bite-flowy chiffon material that flows with the wind.

This was definitely the dress, and it goes perfectly with the shoes the attendant gave me.


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Episode 10

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~ Theresa's POV ~

It was really a nice house. The contrast between the color of the building and the green of the garden, covered with flowers of different colors was beautiful. The roads were tarred with concrete and right in front of the entrance, there was a big fountain that goes perfectly with the style of a hotel.

“Almost 11 am, you slept most of the ride,” Frank said with his voice still distant, not looking at me.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

I took a moment to reply, realizing I was indeed hungry. My stomach was rumbling.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep the conversation short. I didn’t want to push it and have him be rude to me again.
“We are going to have brunch in the house. My mum will be glad I came with you,” he said, moving his eyes toward the entrance.

“She's looking forward to meeting you. Please be nice to her.
“Frank….” I took a deep breath, turning to look at him even when I felt ashamed for doing it.

“Can we talk first? I don’t want us to be like this.”
“You'll assume to be my wife to be, that’s what my mom would like to see,” he said, his voice still distant from me. His words were breaking my heart and I couldn’t tell why.

“Let’s not talk about anything. I prefer we keep this situation to ourselves,” he added to my discomfort.
“Frank….” I said in almost a plea, wanting him to look at me like he did many times yesterday. Did I Bleep up this bad?

“We should get going now. I’m sure they can’t wait to see us.” Frank said, ignoring me while he walked to open the trunk of the car.

I felt my eyes watering again and I hate myself for feeling this way. I only wanted to know why he invited me. I never planned on hurting him and making him treat me this way. And just when I thought I cared for him too, how the tables have turned. I swallowed everything inside and opened the door, stepping outside of the car.

A teenage girl sighted us from afar. She ran towards Frank and helped him with the bags. He gently accepted his help and glanced at me to see if I was ready to walk inside.

“She's fine oo,” I overheard the girl say.
Frank smiled sheepishly and turned at me.

“Uh, Terry, this is going to be the first time I introduce a girl to my family,” Frank said, coming closer to me, his eyes hidden behind the shades that hide him from any type of emotion.

“So, um, I don’t really know how they are going to react.”

Even when I shouldn’t, I gave him a supporting smile. Somehow, what he said made me feel better than before. I knew he was acting like a rock but I could see he was nervous, even behind the distant voice.

“It's okay. Don’t be scared.” I said while I accommodated my jacket.
“I can handle it.”
“Okay.” He nodded.

I can’t really say if he looked at me or not. All thanks to the sunglasses but I’d like to think he did.

“Let’s get inside then.”

The girl whom he said was his cousin was distant from us. I glanced around the place to distract myself from the short silence that stood between us.

“Frank? Franklin..” Came a voice from inside. When we looked up in the direction of the entrance, we found a lady with long beautiful black hair falling back her shoulders, a few braids making half a ponytail.

“Benita,” He said excitedly. He hugged her tightly and lifted her, making her laugh. When he puts her down, he held her at arm's length.

“You are not looking bad, my dear.” Frank complimented her.
“Thank you, thank you.” She said, smiling. She chuckled and slightly noticed I came with Frank.

“And who’s this beautiful young lady? Is she…?” She walked to me holding my hands, making me take a step closer while she inspected me.

“Um, Benita, this is Theresa.” He stood beside me. It felt strange to have him treat me so friendly when minutes ago he was so distant.

“My.. My….,” he thought for a second, trying to think of the right word.
“My date,” he eventually said.

“Oh, your date.” She widened her eyes with a smile.
“Welcome dear, I’m so glad to meet you.” She then leaned closer to me but still spoke loud enough for him to hear.

“We actually thought he wasn’t going to mar…”
“Hmm..,” Frank interrupted Benita from completing her word. He moved one eyebrow up and looked straight at her.

“Well, you have never brought a girl to the family, don’t blame me.” She chuckled, glancing at him but then she looked at me.

“Your babe is fine. Finer than you,” Benita added jokingly.
“Thank you,” was all I said, laughing slightly. She was so open and talkative that you could feel a great vibe coming from her.
“Glad to meet you,” she said.

“I’m glad to meet you as well,” I said.
“Thank you, dear. Let me show the way.” She laced her arm with mine and started walking away. I glanced back at Frank and he held his laugh, hiding his face with one hand.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured while I walked away, now realizing Benita has been talking non-stop about some selection they made for the wedding. I wasn’t following anything she said. I just nodded in response with a polite smile on my face.

We walked inside the first room in the house there was a big table in the middle of the room and she walked straight to it.
The conversation on the table instantly stopped when she walked inside the room. Everyone at the table turned to look at us. I couldn’t help but blush, having everyone's attention.

Then, Frank walked inside as well and everyone stood up with smiles.

“Frank!” They all said in unison.

A woman with black hair technically ran towards him and soon enough, I realized that was his mom. She looked so young.

“Everyone, this is Theresa, Frank's girlfriend,” Benita informed everyone at the table. They turned to look at me once again, and I blushed even deeper.

“Make her feel at home.”

“I’m not… his…,” but they couldn’t let me finish my sentence, because soon enough, they were on their feet taking turns greeting me.

I shook everyone’s hand and even received a hug. I chuckled nervously while everyone came to meet me. I didn’t know how to react, so I just smiled politely. They seem like really good people. They were very impressed with meeting me. It was strange but it felt good in some way.

Finally, Frank's mom approached me with a big smile and open arms.

“Theresa! So glad to finally meet you. I’m his mother,” she said, rounding me in a tight hug. She was more beautiful up close.

“Sorry for all the fuzz. We are just very excited about having you here. And Frank of course.”

“Nice to meet you, ma. I’m very happy to be here as well.” I said with a bright smile. I felt butterflies running down my stomach as I see Frank walking toward me.
“Well, well, let’s give her some space now!” Frank stood next to me, smiling at me. I don’t know if I was the only that noticed it but it wasn’t a real smile.


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Episode 9

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~Theresa's POV~

“Is there something wrong?” he asked as he moved away and I moved to my side of the bed and sat up.
“Uh, I… Yeah, I don’t know.” I looked away, now realizing the rain outside was starting to dissipate.

“What’s wrong? Did I go too far?”

He rested his back on the header as well, looking straight at me. “I'm sorry, I definitely overstepped. I..I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, it’s not that.”

I turned to look at him, a slight frown on my face.
“Is this the reason why you invited me?” I finally asked the question that was haunting me throughout the trip.

“Is this the whole purpose of the trip? To get inside of my pants?”
“What? Where is this coming from?” He said, frowning and moving an inch back.

“Why did you invite me? Why? It seems that now.” I bit the inner of my cheek while looming at him, and suddenly felt a harsh pain in my chest.

“Am I just a girl that fell on your game and gave in easily..the whole flirting”
“Terry! No! What are you talking about?” He looked offended but he still didn’t answer my question.

“Then why did you invite me? Just tell me.” I asked once again with pleading eyes.

“Or am I just another girl on your list that you want to score? Is that it?”
“God! Terry, what is wrong with you?” he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me. “Are you listening to yourself? Do you think of me this too low?”

“Why are you avoiding my question? Why did you nvite me?” I asked for the millionth time “Just explain it to me! Because I’m sorry I don’t understand why. I’m literally a stranger to you.”

“I fell for you back then, Terry.” He said with frustration in his voice. He stood up from the bed running his hand back on his hair.
His confession made my mouth fall open.

“Damn! I was just trying to have a good time trying not to think about how I bleeped up for long because I didn’t call you. Is that a sin? To have a good time with someone that I thought was cool?” He threw his hand in the air.

“Yes, I didn’t call you but I couldn’t face the truth back then, Terry. But good to know what you really think of me. A womanizer, a ladies' man. If you really think that of me, you’re not so different now.”

I remained mute, just looking at him staring back at me. I felt wrong but I didn’t know the whole truth. But never in a million years, I expected that answer from him.

Him… failing for me?

Before I could reply, he took a pillow and started walking to the door, leaving me with my words in my mouth. I didn’t even know how to stop him.

“Where are you going to?” I asked, confused, looking at him already opening the door.
“To sleep somewhere else,” he said not even bothering to look at me.
“We leave first thing in the morning, be ready by then.”

Frank said and slammed the door, leaving me completely alone in the room. I was speechless.

***
Falling asleep the previous night was different. I couldn’t believe that I was left alone in the room, especially after what happened between us. I was confused but mostly hurt. It made me feel strange, guilty, even. Did I cross a line with him? Was I overreacting? I couldn’t tell.

I woke up to the sound of a door closing, making me half awake.
When I sat up, I noticed his bag was no longer there and that there was a slight smell of aftershave coming from the bathroom. I think he took a shower here recently without waking me up and then left the room. It was no longer raining as well.

Confused, I stood up from the bed and got my things, and decided on taking a quick shower before we leave. It was almost nine in the morning and he said we are to leave first thing in the morning. I should probably hurry.

His words from last night were still haunting me. He told me that he fell for me. It made me feel so bad because a part of me felt the same way back then. Was I wrong for asking him that question last night? I just wanted to know the reason why I’m here.

I mean, he didn’t answer my question exactly but his words were more than enough for me to realize I’m not just that another girl on his list. He didn’t just invite me because he wanted me, but because he cared about me.
Is It bad that I still want to hear that answer from him?

Yelling at me and leaving in the middle of the night especially after we kissed doesn’t tell me he cares.
It hurt me and it confused me too. I felt we have a lot to talk about. Why didn’t he call before? What does he mean by saying that he couldn’t face the truth back then? Why now? What changed?

It was hard for me to believe that he fell for me when he completely forgot about me. I just didn’t want to be the Terry from eight months ago all over again, that lost girl looking for a new beginning. I grew up a lot during these months, exploring the world and meeting new people, and finally finding myself.

I knew what I was and my worth. I knew what I want to do and where I want to settle. I didn’t want to back to those weeks of me missing a person that I only met once.
I didn’t want to feel heartbroken all over again. But I guess he was right to react the way he did. I guess it wasn’t the time to approach that question. I was a bit rude to him, he didn’t deserve that.

Being in his shoes, I totally overstepped by reacting like that. The alcohol in my veins didn’t help either, or the adrenaline ran through my body after that steamy kiss we shared.

Oh, how I missed his lips. Just that brief touch sent me to paradise.

He really made me confused and I still don’t know if it was a good or a bad thing. I guess I’ll have to figure it out on this trip. After all, I accepted to go with him to the wedding. I just couldn’t bail on him, and I didn’t want to, even after our little fight last night.

***
Finally, I got out of the shower and dressed up, brushing my teeth quickly and glancing at the clock, realizing we were about to leave. After wearing some perfume on me, I opened the door of the room, checking twice if I wasn’t leaving anything behind.

I got down and Frank was already inside the car, waiting impatiently. I hopped inside the car buckling my seat belt instantly. He didn’t even glance at me and it hurts me. Should I feel this way? This stingy feeling in my chest.

Soon enough, he started the car and drove away, getting on the driveway in no time. We were finally heading home to meet his mom and prepare for the wedding the next day, Saturday.

The car was completely silent, not even the low classical music from yesterday. I tried my best to keep my eyes focused on the road but the immense silence was killing me. The tension was almost cutting. Not even the moving cars, nor my phone could keep me distracted.

“You paid for another room last night?” I said, breaking the silence, and keeping my eyes on the window.
He didn’t respond. He just kept driving as if I didn’t say a word. I took a deep breath, feeling my chest closing slowly. I didn’t know why he acted like that. I was trying to be nice and erase how I was last night.

“How did you spend the night? Did you have any sleep?” I asked, moving my eyes to him. His jaws looked tense along with his hand pressed hard on the wheel. I was dying to see a different response from him. He never moved his eyes up and I sighed, feeling defeated.

“Frank, I want to apologize,” I began, wanting so hard to erase everything that happened last night, but even before I started speaking, he cuts me off.
“I don’t want to talk right now, Terry.” He said moving his jaw to a side, his jawline prominent from here.

“So don’t waste your time,” he added.
I looked away instantly feeling my eyes watering at his harsh words. I crossed my arms in my chest, feeling totally confused and sad, a little bit angry.
For the first time in the whole trip, I wish I never accepted the invitation. I hope these hours we have left pass out quickly.

I didn’t want to be trapped here next to someone that doesn’t want to talk to me.
I didn’t know when we finally arrived at his abode. He woke me up by moving my shoulder briefly. I didn’t even notice I had been sleeping.

Well, I needed it. If I had two hours of sleep last night, it was a miracle. I blinked a few times before being completely up. When I moved my eyes up, I found that we were parked outside a big mansion. It looked big with a modern design.
After stretching my arms, I looked at Frank, he was still wearing his shades but he look less tense and I was glad.

“What time is it?” I asked, yawning, still looking around the place.
“10:47 a.m,” he said

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~ Theresa's POV ~

I couldn’t stand risking our lives on the express road, so I told him: “I can’t drive on the highway.”
Frank felt I had lied about being a badass driver but then I couldn’t stress it further. I simply told him that I haven’t driven on the highway before and that was the truth.

Well..well, I know I have been stressing about this trip so much. I only wanted to give you full details of everything that happened during our journey, but right now, I’m going to bridge the long story and tell you about our Asaba experience.

We arrived at Asaba safely around 6 pm or thereabouts. Frank suggested we lodge in a hotel and then go see her mom the following day.

***
The darkness of the room makes you use your other senses at their full capacity. The sound of the rain falling outside was the only sound surrounding us apart from our breathing. It was cold and humid, it made my skin fill with goosebumps. There was a faint smell of wet wood in the air mixing with the lavender of the sheets, and even from where I was I could smell his breath of wine coming out of his mouth.

We were quiet, too quiet for my taste. We laughed for a couple of minutes and then we just remained on our sides of the bed, not saying a single word.
He finished the bottle and was still holding it. I saw only the silhouette of the bottle resting on his knee while he made circles with its bottom.

“I like this place.” He said after long seconds of silence, his eyes looking front.

The room was dark but once your eyes get used to the darkness you could distinguish the furniture in the room.

“It's nice.”
“Aren't you used to staying in five-star hotels?” I asked leaving a yawn right after I spoke.

“That’s exactly why I like it.” He pointed out, glancing at me for a moment.
“It’s pretty cozy.” He said.
“Yeah, it is.” I secured the covers on top of me. It was pretty cold outside. I wonder why he was putting on a simple T-shirt and joggers.
“Aren't you cold?”

“Not that much. The wine heated me.” He said leaving a slight chuckle out.
“Well, that sounded wrong, but you can understand what I’m saying.”
“Oh dear, you must be tipsy.” I giggled, sitting up and shaking my head at him.
“I'm not tipsy!” He said a little offended, placing the empty bottle on the side table next to him.

“Just a little woozy.” He smiled.
“You technically drank a whole bottle by yourself without sharing,” I said looking at him in the dark. He looked back and even with the lack of light his gaze felt powerful.

“Stay here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and turning the lamp on his side table up. He stood up barefoot and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” I sat up as well, looking at him while he took the key to our room and opened the door. He grinned, hiding something behind his smile.
“I’ll be right back!” He said, winking at me and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

I stayed in the bed for some minutes, just looking around the room. The room was really cold. Cream wallpaper, a painting of a landscape hung right above our bed, and a mirror in front of the small dresser that also reflected the painting.
In the corner, there was a chair with Frank's bag on top. The clothes he was wearing previously hanging on the back of the chair were neatly placed.

After another minute, I decided to stand up and went to the bathroom to fill a cup with water. And once again I found his things neatly organized in the bathroom. I found it cute how organized he was.
I wonder what he was doing out there and why he told me to stay back. When I walked back to the bed with the water in my hand.

Frank came in hiding something behind his back while he held two red cups in his other hand. I was still on my feet and was about to get on the bed. He giggled while closing the door and stepping inside.
“What’s funny?” I asked while moving the covers down, preparing him for me to climb in.

“Cookies.” He giggled again, looking at my shorts and holding his laugh. “Coo-keez!” He then said in the cookie monster's voice.
“You are drunk.” I rolled my eyes at him, hoping inside the bed and covering my legs with the covers.

“What did you bring?”
“Oh, um..” he suddenly remembered he was holding something behind his back. He then moved his hand front revealing an unopened bottle of wine.
“I brought this. I felt bad for not sharing with you.”

“Frank, it’s almost one o’clock,” I said with a chuckle. He climbed the bed from the bottom and sat in front of me looking at the header, handing me one of the cups.

“And so? The night is young. Live a little.” He said leaving his cup down and getting something from the pocket of his joggers; a corkscrew.

“Besides, you are going to love this wine. It’s one of the best in the country.”
“Well, okay. If you say so.” I gave up, waiting patiently until he opened the cork and filled both of our cups, giving me the bottle to place on my side table.
“How did you find it though?” He hides a chuckle moving his jaw to the side.

I moved the cup first to my nose, swinging the liquid inside to smell the wine. It smelled sweet. I tasted it; only a small sip. It really does taste amazing. It was so fruity and I was surprised it wasn’t a strong wine. I didn’t want to drink before but it made me change my mind suddenly.

“I'm sure you like it. Isn’t it?” He said with a half smile.
I nodded my head looking down at my glass. His proximity was kind of overwhelming but I didn’t think about it.
He started at me tenderly, making me flush, just by feeling his eye on me.

“Can I ask you something, Terry?”
I nodded my head once again, moving my eyes to him. His hair was dry and away from his face.
“What do you think of me?” he asked, taking me out of the base. I never expected him to ask a serious question like that.

“Um, what do you mean by that?” I ran my hand through my hair, placing it behind my ear, and taking a nervous sip of my drink. “What do you want to know?”
“I’m curious. You treat me differently from everyone else, there has to be a reason.” He said giving me a reassuring smile.
“I just want to know. And whatever you say, I promise to not get hurt.”
“Hmmm…”
“Yeah. Tell me.”
“Oh! Okay, but with one condition.” I moved one finger up.
“What condition?”

“You'll tell me what you think of me afterward.”
“Deal.” He moved his cup and took a sip, resting his weight on his hand and leaning his body back.
I took a moment to think. What do I think of him? It wasn’t an easy question. I really have to watch what I say. I surely didn’t want to give him the wrong response. I took a deep breath, getting ready to respond.

“I think you are….witty.” I moved my eyes to the ceiling not wanting to meet his eyes. A smile appeared on my face. “You always find an interesting way to answer anything. And also, you’re dorky. It’s an interesting combination for such a smart and outgoing boy.” I chuckled, moving my cup to my lips.
His sexy eyes were deep, never moving from mine.

“You are a true gentleman. Very attentive.” I smiled at him, feeling butterflies inside my stomach. “I think you’re a pretty awesome person,” I added.
“Really?” He grinned. His dimple appeared on the side of his lip. He took a moment, just smiling down at his cup.
“I have met a lot of people in my life and career and the move of them has defined me as you did.” He took a drink, moving his eyes away. It feels nice to be the good guy for once.

There was a hint of sadness in his voice that broke my heart a little. Somehow I understood what he meant. He lived a life full of people thinking he is someone else. I have been there, in a different scenario, but I understand what he said. It made me realize we were more alike than I imagined.

“Well, Frank, It’s your turn now,” I said moving my leg to indulge his.
“Okay, okay.” He sat up, moving his cup down and holding it between his legs.
He looked at me with a glare, pushing his lips to a side. He answered in just a couple of seconds, it didn’t take him long to reply.

“I think you are special.” He said, making the abused expression on his face erased, turning serious. “You are smart and funny in your clumsy way.” He chuckled and I giggled too. He was kind of right. “I think you are a free spirit. No one is going to ever tell you what to do because you would never pay attention to them. You are not insecure, it’s the best quality about you. It’s very attractive seeing that in a woman.” He looked deeply into me, making me swallow hard under his gaze. “I think you are unique. You have got me hooked on you since the day we met.”

His words seemed so real. They got inside my skin easily. He never broke his gaze, which doesn’t help me absorb all the beautiful things he just said to me.
In his eyes, I’m the person I have always wanted to be. It made me happy and sad at the same time because sometimes it’s hard for me to see it. It was too overwhelming, too much to handle in just a small moment.

“Wow! You are making me feel special.” I uttered.
“You look pretty when you are blushing.” He said with a smirk on his lips, taking the rest of his drink in a gulp. “Good to know I still make you all flustered.” He added.
“And here we go.” I laughed a little, shaking my head at him.

After a moment of just staring at each other, I started to feel just like back in the radio station when we first met. His scent and voice. He seemed irresistible even when I shouldn’t be accepting that. The alcohol was doing something to me. I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore.
He looked at me for long seconds. We didn’t pay attention to our glasses. I felt my heart beating fast in my chest, and my eyes suddenly moved down to his dark pink lips and then back up to his eyes.

My whole body was heated and by the look on his face, I think he felt it too.
I finished my drink in a gulp trying to numb the nervous butterflies in my stomach. He placed his almost empty cup on his table and I did the same with mine.
The silence in the room was tense. I sat up, looking in front at the reflection of the mirror where we both reflected. He was looking at me. I could see him through the mirror.

I turned to look q5 him, our legs were touching, and our chests were just inches away. He carefully moved his hand and placed it on my face, moving me a little closer so our bodies were fully touching. My throat was dried, my lips parting instantly in a gasp for air.

Shyly, his other hand moved to my lip, securing my body in a gentle touch. My heart was beating faster in my chest, breathing through my mouth trying to get oxygen inside of my lungs. He looked at me and then at my lip. He ran his fingers down, making my lip pop down and then back to its usual place. His touch was burning me, and I couldn’t crave it more.

“Can I—?” He breathed looking down at my lips— nervously, like asking for permission. But before I could say yes, he moved my face slowly closing the gap between us. Our lips crushed together in a swift movement, moving in synch slowly. He moved his lips carefully, very gently until I kissed him back.

My hand moved to his chest, realizing that this was happening. We were actually kissing. Our lips moved in synch, I moved my hand to the hairs on his chest and ran my fingers through his unruly hair. I felt his hand tighten on my hip.

Our tongues touched; it sent electric chills down my spine. His hand went inside my shirt and I ran my have down his back, the kiss was growing hungrier. We were kissing. I thought for a moment. I smiled but then, the tiniest bit of reason made me open my eyes.
This shouldn’t be happening.
“No, Frank…” I moved away after a second, realizing how stupid it was as much as I was enjoying it.
“I can’t do this,” I said and he stopped the kids instantly, pulling himself up from me.

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Episode 7

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~Theresa's POV~

We were passing by Ore in Ondo State. It looked more like the other districts we have passed by, not–so–busy streets. There were filling stations and restaurants here and there. I looked at the map in the GPS on the panel and we still have a long way to go. The estimated time for us to arrive Asaba was in about 3 hours and fifteen minutes. That was a long way ahead.

The car was silent, for the past half hour, Frank was telling me about one great musician from South Africa he’s a fan of. He described his work in detail. He said he had plans of featuring him in one of his tracks in his incoming album, the perk of being famous, I guess. Frank said he might not be able to meet up with the required funds to feature him in his song.

He told me everything he learned from him, from the way he sings and how he collaborates with other African artists. I could see Frank really likes music. It was more of a passion for him. It reminded me of the time he told me that he was raised to play guitar in church. He talked about it with so much passion that it was entertaining to hear.

We were both quiet, and my thoughts kept me distracted. I was still wondering… Why did he invite me? He said it himself, it’s been eight months. I guess I just have to enjoy this road trip with him and not put much thought into it.
But I have to be honest with myself, just the thought of him thinking about me for the wedding made me blush. I really thought he forgot about me after our first meeting.

“Tss. Damn.” I heard Frank say from his seat. When I turned to look at him, I found him frowning with one eye closed and a gritted grin.

“What's wrong?” I couldn’t tell by his expression if he was in pain or just laughing at something. He moved his left foot tapping the floor of the car repeatedly as if he were in discomfort.

“I need to pee.” He said and then bites his bottom lips, scrunching his nose.
“Oh! I thought you were in pain,” I said.
“Yes, I am in pain.” He said to me holding onto his inner thigh.
“Um, we need to make a stop,” he added.

“A stop? Here? We are in the middle of nowhere.” I said moving my eyebrows up and looking at him.
“Unless you want me to pee on my trousers. We are making a stop.” He glanced at me right after turning the wheel to the left, leaving the road, and stopping the car right next to a field.

“Stay here.” he alighted from the car.
“Where are you going to?” I asked frantically as I saw him open the driver’s door.
“To pee!!” He answered me as if it was the most stupid question someone could have asked.

Then, he left the car, throwing the door on his way. I stayed inside with my mouth open, turning my head to where he was heading to.

He hid between some bushes, checking if someone was around. I stared with my mouth wide open. It was a hilarious moment.

“Are you seriously peeing there?” I asked as soon as I rolled the window down, feeling a few drops of rain hit my hand. He turned his head to look at me and blushed.

“Terry, I’m trying to pee!” He yelled from where he stood, making me laugh.
“If you keep looking… I won’t do it.”

“Oh! Really? Now, you know how it feels like when someone snoops on you.” I yelled back, hiding my laugh.
“So now we are even,” I said.

“See, if you don’t look away, I’m turning around.” He looked at me dead serious with his hands tucked in front.
“Do you want the full picture?” Frank said jokingly.

“Frank!” I yelled.

He laughed sheepishly and just when he was about to turn around, I quickly closed my eyes and moved my face the other way.

“Keep it in your trousers!” I said.

“Yes! I will, ma.” He smirked while going back on his business.

After two minutes or so, he returned to the car. He sat down and closed his door. He looked up at me, hiding a laugh on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, looking away. He was actually the Frank I remembered from back then.

“How does it feel to snoop on me?” He asked with a smirk on his face, opening the front compartment and taking a bottle of hand sanitizer out.

“Not cool at all,” I responded with a chuckle, looking at the bottle.
“You were about to flash me. I think it was fun.” He chuckled cheekily, placing the bottle back inside

“I think you have learned your lessons.”
“Oh, yeah, I did. Never doing it again.”
“Good.” He smirked at me, pulling down the lever brake. “Let's get back on the road,” he added.

Once the car was ignited again on the tarred road, he touched the GPS that was currently on hold. It didn’t turn on again. So I decided to be a great co-pilot and helped. I pressed the ‘On’ button a few times but nothing happened. After a few tries, it turned on but the screen was glitching and made it hard for me to see the map. I turned it off and when I turned it on again, the letters on the screen were Chinese. What the Bleep!

“Oh no!” I looked at the device not knowing what to do.
“What did you do?” Frank asked, looking concerned. A Chinese voice came out of the speakers making me frown in confusion.

“Nothing! I did nothing. I think it broke.” I confessed, pressing a few words and that made it to change the language; from Chinese to Portuguese. “Jeez!”

After some tries, I finally did it. I managed to change the language back to English and left the damn device alone.

“Finally….” He said.
“You should be thankful I’m here to fix your broken GPS,” I said with a proud smile on my face. I grabbed the bottle of wine from the bag and opened the small wrapper on top. “I deserve to have a drink.”

“You were the one that broke it in the first place.” He chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Still… I managed to fix it.” I finally took the cork out, taking the bottle to my lips.
“Cheers to me.”

“Cheers to you, I guess.” He chuckled once again, taking his bottle of water up.
“Don’t drink that much. I don’t want you to fall asleep.”
“Okay, that only happened once.” I looked at him gasping.
“And I was drinking pure Vodka, not wine.”

“Still….” He smiled, not even glancing at me.
“Save me some for later, when it’s your turn to drive.” He said.
“My turn to drive?” I moved an eyebrow up.
“Yeah. You weren’t thinking I have been driving the whole hours. Were you?” He glanced briefly at me.

I shrugged

“I guess it never crosses my mind,” I replied.

Then it occurred to me I once told him I was a badass driver and how I drove my family to church on Sundays. Remembering all those times my dad used to freak out every time I was behind the wheel.

“Well, you’re a girl. It’s understandable.” He said it as if it was the most common thing to say. “Girls just weren’t born to have good driving skills.” He added.

“Excuse me?” I punched his arm softly, keeping in mind he was driving. “We are capable of anything.”

“I'm just saying anyways…”
“If you must know, there are hundreds of studies on the subject. Just google it. Women are most dangerous behind the wheel than men.”

"Oh okay! You won." He said.
"Yeahhhhh.... I won! Women are not underdogs!"
"Okay, I agree. Well, I'm stopping right there. You'll take over from here." he said.

Immediately, a chill ran down my spine; frightening thoughts raced through my mind, and a haze of fear surrounded me.

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Guys, I'm back to continue the story. Sorry for the break in transmission.

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I wrote this book between last year and mid of this year. This is one book I'm proud of and I'm excited it's finally out despite all odds.

2022 is the year I experienced tremendous growth in my writing career and I'm grateful to God for this work of art. I attest that the inspiration comes from you and you alone.

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Book blurb:

Ikemefuna, just like every other young man wanting to make something out of his life, suddenly found himself in a scenario that he never thought would ever happen.

Now, a terror in his hometown, after abandoning his years of struggle in Lagos, Nigeria.

His family was disappointed and devastated about the new him. Adaku, his sister, fasted and prayed but things got worsened by the day.

Every chapter of this book goes with a message and not until you get to the last line of the last chapter, then will you be able to comprehend the full story.

There are stories that take you on a journey and this is one of them.

Ikemefuna—the protagonist's story is inspiring.

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Episode 6

Written by: Frank The Writer

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Frank suddenly hits the break, making the bottle in my hand fall on my chest and my head hit on the side of the car. F*cking hurt.

“Jeez!” I screamed, holding my head and moving my eyes on the road.

“He took out a turn out of nowhere.” He yelled, pointing to the other driver and flipping him off, moving his eyes back to the road.
“Idiot!” He screamed at him.

“Oh! No, my head hurts,” I said, closing the bottle and moving my eyes down to my shirt. The back of my head hurt from the impact, and my shirt was completely damped.

Just today I decided to wear my favorite white shirt with my black trouser. I calmly put the bottle on the floor of the car and tried to think of what to do. I was wet from head to toe, even a part of my hair was wet.

“Oh, someone is wet here,” he said with a smirk on his face, glancing at me. “You should have told me you wanted to do a wet t-shirt contest.”

“Hahaha..You are so funny.” I said trying to dry my shirt a bit but it was worthless. “And don’t look at me! Eyes on the road, Frank.”
“Alright.” He moved one hand up apologetically, moving his eyes front. “You should change. I don’t want you to get cold.”

I took my jacket off and tried to use it to dry my shirt but once again it did nothing. The air conditioner wasn’t helping matters. It rather made my skin covered with goosebumps. Not to mention, my nipples were starting to show from the coldness.

“I’ll be right back,” I said putting my jacket down and unbuckling my seat belt.
“What are you doing?” He asked me with one eyebrow up.
“I’m about to change,” I said, turning around in my seat and standing up on my knees.

“You know we could stop.” He said as I put one knee on the arm seat and my leg in the back seat.
“That’s not necessary, just keep driving.” I let my body fall on the back seat, moving my other leg on this side of the car.
“Okay. I got it.” He said looking at me in the rear-view mirror.
“Do your thing,” he added.

We had been singing for the past half hour. Just old classic songs. From The Weekend to Justin Bieber, even a couple of Michael Jackson tunes. My mood noticeably changed. I was kinda shy at the beginning and but then felt completely comfortable. If felt good to act like this with him — so freely and carefree.

Singing definitely helps. It was nice to hear him sing different songs than the music he his band played.

“Take this,” he said, handing the water bottle back to me and I took it.

I then turned around on my knees and grabbed my bag from the back seat and sitting it down on the seat and opening it. I took a few shirts off and decided to wear a black simple T-shirt, just in case another accident happens and my bra decides to make an appearance. I threw everything inside and moved it inside, holding my shirt a bit up to take it off until I noticed Frank still looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

“What are you doing? Look away!” I said hysterically, moving my shirt down. “Eyes on the road!” I bellowed.
“Sorry. Go ahead,” he chuckled slightly, shaking his head, his eyes focused on the road.

“I can’t believe you. If I catch you staring again, I swear…” I took my shirt off rapidly with my back to him, grabbing the next shirt and unfolding it quickly.
“Nice bra,” he said and I blushed deeply, pulling the black shirt down.

“Frank!” I yelled at him and that only made him chuckle louder. Thank God I was completely dry and dressed.

“God…” I huffed, running my hand back on my hair.
“You haven’t changed a single bit.”

“What do you mean?” He asked amused while I returned to the front seat, one leg at a time until I was fully sitting down.
“You still like to snoop on people's privacy.” I looked at him and he smirked. He thought it was funny. “What's funny?”

“I just don’t understand the big deal,” He said with a smile, moving his hand to his lips.

“I mean people go to the beach in their bikinis all the time but they go crazy if you see them in their underwear.”
“I guess you’re right but…” I opened my mouth, finding myself out of words, but after a moment I said, “You want to know the meaning behind it?”

He simply nodded his headed and eyes on the road.

“Bathing suits and underwear are different things if you think what they truly mean.”

“Hmmm… It’s literally just clothes,” He said, moving his eyes to me for a brief moment. “They even have the same shape.” He added.

“Then think of it as something more.” I widened my eyes using my hands as I talked.

“Underwear means a form of intimacy. Not everyone gets the chance to see you in those clothes. They have to earn that right, that privilege.” I explained.

He stayed silent for a moment, taking his bottom lips between his thumbs and index finger, looking pensive. I had to look away. I really get distracted by staring at his face.

“Fair point, I guess you win this time.” He nodded his head at me, bringing a smile to my face. “I apologized for snooping on you. I haven’t earned that privilege yet.”
“Oh-no. It’s not going to stay that way.” I bit my bottom lip, moving my eyes to the window.

Just the thought made me blush and I knew it was impossible to happen.
“We’ll see.” He said with a smirk, making me blush deeper.

For some reason, my thought drove me back to that radio station, to all the gazes and moments we shared. It brought butterflies to my stomach. There I was with him again but somehow, I felt different. I wasn’t that nervous even when he was still the same person.

The first week I spent in Lagos with Michael was intense. I couldn’t stop thinking about the dude I met at the radio station, the boy with sexy eyes and a dreamy smile. The one that shared things with me that I know he doesn’t easily tell. It was hard for me to push him out of my mind but I managed to do it. Being rounded up with new things and new people definitely helped me, but still, he was always in my thoughts for a few months. Frank was just that person you don’t forget easily.

“You are quiet.” He said, waking me up from my thoughts, and making me move my head up which had been resting on the window.

“Yeah,” I sat back on my seat, grabbing my jacket and putting it on. It was kinda cold.

“Why? Thinking about something special?” He asked with a smile, but I stayed serious. I decided to just go straight ahead and asked him. After all, I had nothing to lose.

“Why didn’t you call, Frank?” I asked looking down at my hands and playing with my fingers. “Eight months is quite a long time.”

“Terry….” His expression instantly changed, running a hand through his hair, and taking the glasses out.
“Tell me,” I looked at him, speaking slowly.
“I…I waited for you, you know?” I confessed, feeling a weight on my chest.
“I thought we…I don’t know… I thought we connected or something.”

“I…” He breathed, tensing his hand on the wheel.”
“Just tell me the truth, like the old times,” I said, this time not moving my eyes from him. He looked nervous and tense.
“Even if you didn’t want to call me, just tell me.” I swallowed, biting my bottom lip. “I can handle the truth.”

“No, it’s not that. I wanted to… well, Terry you won’t understand.” He turned the car and stopped on the side of the road.

“You think I didn’t want to call you? After the things I said to you? After spending an amazing time with you? After…” He sighed, moving his eyes down. “I…I can’t do this.”
“After what, Frank?” I moved my hand and rested it on his thigh, I wanted to know what he got to say. “Tell me.”

He took long seconds to reply, but then he slowly moved his hand and held mine, sending shivers all over my body. My heart stopped moving at his touch. He squeezed my hand and turned to look at me. I forgot how his hand felt in mine.

“I can’t tell you.” He said, looking at me with his bright sexy eyes. “I just can’t.” He added.
“Why not? Is it some sort of a secret?” I said, looking at him.
“I'm sorry. I know I should have called.” He said, moving his eyes down, frowning a lot.

I stayed silent looking at him. He seemed like he wasn’t telling me the whole truth but I decided to not push it. Something inside of me made me move my hand to hold his face and moved him up to look at me. His expression softened at my touch. It made me smile lightly. My stomach twirling inside of me. All the feelings I felt back were returning to me. I looked directly into his eyes. They still made my knees go weak.

“It’s okay. I understand you have been busy,” I said, trying to comfort him.
“Come here,” he moved me closer to him, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“There's still a lot of things we have to talk about. We have enough time to discuss it as well.”

I nodded my head, returning the hug and feeling completely overwhelmed by the moment. He still smelled the same, his unique scent.
After a moment, we both let go, taking a deep breath and returning to my seat.

“The good thing is that I called, even after so long.” He said in a breath, holding the wheel and moving his hands along it. “But what about you? Why did you accept to come with me? After all, it’s been eight months, a long time indeed.”

“Well, I haven’t visited Asaba before. Let's say I want to explore," I said with a chuckle. He focused back on the road.

“And I missed you, you were fun last time, so I said to myself, why not.”
“I’m glad you accepted.” He said with a slight chuckle, a smile lingering on his lips. Going to a wedding alone is boring. Thank you for being my date.”

“My pleasure.” I smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at me. “I still don’t know what to wear to the wedding. I’ll have to buy something.” I told him.

“Don’t worry you’ll have enough time when we arrive. I haven’t gotten mine as well. We will go shopping together.”
“That will be nice.”
“I’m sure my mom will be happy to see you.” He said with a smile gracing his face.

“Oh! Really. I can’t wait to see her too,” I said looking outside the window.
By the look outside, I think we had gone a far distance. We barely saw buildings, only small houses. The road was a bit free. It was the dry season and the road was dusty. Our trip was going well and I was so enjoying every bit of it with Frank the music man.


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