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Prologue: He grabbed her butt-ocks and held her sturdily to himself. He planted his lips on her watery lips as she moaned in resolute pleasure. He frantically hauled her against the wall while he sucked the breath out of her mouth. For a moment it seemed like her breath had seized as she had began gasping for air while he hurled her blouse off her body and slowly removed her bra, revealing her succulent boo-bs and tit-s.

He moved his lips to her tit-s and buried his head in her boo-bs. "Stop, stop..." she groaned with fret in her voice but he spurned. He raised his head to gawk at her routed face and smirked at her. She was overwhelmed with the joyride that it seemed like she had lost her rationale.


"This is wrong, Gabriel..." she echoed.
"Come on love..." he reechoed and grabbed her firmly to his chest. His hands ran down to her V and she held his hand. "Stop please," she cried and pulled from him.

"Come on babe, you know you want this..." he retorted with desperation in his voice.
"What if someone walks in?"

The door bell chimes and both are startled...

COMING SOON...

LETHAL SEDUCTION follows the lives of two couples living harmoniously in same neighborhood not until lust and infamy set in to destroy their peace.

Watch out for this mind blowing piece... COMING SOON to NAIRALAND.
WATCH OUT.


This is a work of fiction. Names, incidents and events are products of the author's imaginative prowess. Any resemblance to people, dead or alive or past events or other authors works is a sheer coincidence.

This story is rated 18+, anyone below this age range is advised not to read.

All rights reserved including rights of reproduction in full or half.
Gabriel G Odigiri © 2017

I really apologize... This last few months have just been too stressful for me. I missed this story. It has been a long time and I have even missed the plot. I don't know what to do, should I continue this story or just end it here? Your candid opinions are welcomed. Thanks.

Sorry for the late update.
(26)
(Angie's pov)
I studied mass communication in Yabatech. When I finished I had several plans, I wanted to work in an advertising agency. Make a couple of bucks and delve into full time prose writing. That didn't seem to work out very well. So I settled for an internship at Raven~FM. I have never desired working as a radio host but I've learnt to enjoy it over the years. I have gone from serving teas and reading news papers headlines to hosting radio shows. When I started in this line it was as competitive as a horse ride but I've gained quite a persona that have kept me hanging in the game. I co-hosted a radio talk show called 'Where broken hearts go' The show was successfully till the original anchor Eva D departed the station to the UK and I had an accident. The show was re-invented and the show's name has been changed to 'Love in the dark. ' The show reveals eccentric dark relationship tales and the rating are all crazed as the comments on my FB walls. Eva D returned and she wants her show back. The management got into talks with me to let her co-anchor with me. She refused to have me as a co-anchor and I hate been her shadow even.

One day we met at the studio it was few hours to my show. She called me out. "Hey, Angie right?" she asked disdainly. Yes, we hosted same show remember. "Yes..." I replied.
"Aren't you so sick of feeding on my leftovers?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Are you such a wannabe?"
I moved passed her. She tackled me. "Let me be," I yelled at her. "You let me be. Get off my spotlight," she retorted.
"I am not in your spotlight. This is my time, so just go to the dumps."
"You are the trash. You pick around dumps. Tunji is one. One of my leftovers."
"That's a lie."
"Oh, you think Tunji is the saint you think he is. He is even as fuc-ked up as hell."

I started the show 'Love in the dark' A woman called in. Her fiancée is not who she thought he was. He claimed the persona of a pastor but he's a cun artist. A fraudster. He defrauded her of her hard earned money but he has returned, begging that it was the handi-work of the devil. Should she accept him? He has apologize and have asssured her it won't happen again. She still loves him, should she accept him back? I played Mark Anthony 'Apologize' Listen to the callers air their views and their box voices fade into the speakers. Tunji is not who he represent. All those clean white shirt and spotless suit. I can't believe that man could even hurt a fly, talk of a full fleshed human. I called him when the show was over. "Hello," a ladies voice rose in the background. WHAT?

(25)
Turban real estate's head office sits in the heart of Eko. In a tower sited at the elm of the street. On the third floor, in the eyes of the elevators. The windows and the slide doors are made of glass that seemed unbreakable. My office stretched to a large window with electronic shutters that appeared like I could see the whole world through it . My secretary's office perched on my office walls. A small corner with a medium twirling seat, a table, a desktop computer, a telephone, files well arranged and a wooden chair facing her with a couch at the end of the corner. I sat on my presidential seat, seeing the whole of the third floor through the glass windows. My secretary, Andrea, picks a call. She talked inaudibly for a sec and hanged up. She stretched her neck to glare at my vacant face. I gave her the expression that she shouldn't dare forward any call. She picked the phone and continued inaudibly. She hanged up and walked straight to my office. She appeared almost appealing in a gantry skinny body but with no brea-st which I find inattractive in a her. "Sir, madam wanted to speak to you," her lips took the shape of a blow-job expert. I acted like I didn't understand what she said and wanted her to reiterate. "Sir..." she continued and I stopped her, raising a finger at her. "Why?" I asked quizzically like I didn't know the reason Mrs Daramola was calling during office hour. "She said its private." "Set a meeting by 4. I want this whole shi-t ironed." "With Mrs Daramola?" "No, the new construction company." Andrea wore a disgusting frown like she was irritated by the whole disregard I have for Mrs Daramola. She gets on my nerves anyway. When Daramola died, the board voted her co-CEO with me; bequeathing all the rights of her late husband to her. She knows nothing about management. During board sessions, she just sits and beckons the symphathy of whoever was willing to offer it. Not me by the way, Daramola wasn't a fanstastic partner, is wife is even worst. I have always wanted to be a sole-owner. I could just let her go the way her husband did but its not the appropriate time. Questions had eroded all over and Mrs Daramola has her fervid suspicions too. The police visited my office with a development that Daramola accident wasn't any accident. Someone pushed him. "But who?"I asked. They don't know. But someone knows. Aremu, my wayward half-brother. He remembers our private sec. boarding school. An incident that never escaped the lips of people. Orezi fell from the top of the boy's dormitory. His head scattered on the ground. He was a school bully so his presence wasn't gravely missed but how he died amazed everyone. Someone pushed him because of a girl-- Victoria, the most beautiful girl in school. It was a teenage me. She was my high school crush. Killing Orezi I thought I will get a chance with her but she transferred to other school. Aremu knew I did but he protected me. He leverages on it any time. Blackmail. Extortion. Name it. Aremu knows I killed Daramola and I am in his soup for that. But I don't consciously kill people. It just happens. When I think evil it happens like puffing a smoke up in the air. Angie is one person I have never thought evil about and it will wreck me if anything happens to her and I must make sure, she knows nothing of my disease as Aremu tags it...

stephenmorris:
nice thread @gabrendo

Hey Stephen thanks. Welcome to the family.

Perfectionist11:
Nice job..I thought you abandoned it...keep up the good job..but I'm kinda confused..who is Vince?

Oh typo error. Vince is a character from my other story. Thanks for following.

(24)
(Tunji Pov)
I looked at her brea-st like its the first time. It looked different from the last time. Her breas-ts are like the breas-ts of a breas-t feeding mother. Bulged and succulent. The blind in the room faulted her appearance. Her brown skin wears the darkness of the night. Her curves lit a spark in me. I moved to her. Went for her tit-s. Her reddened tit-s protested at every slight touch. I put it in my mouth and sucked the defiance in it. I carried her to the bed. Pulled off her G-string. The face of her V appeared like a mirror but other than seeing myself, I saw Gabriel the taxi driver's rotten mouth submerged in the hole. I shrieked angrily but in low tone. I recoiled and sat on the floor. She pulled from the bed and stared at my pitiful face.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't stop thinking, you gave that to someone else."
"Does it matter?"
"You never knew..."
"Maybe, I should just go..."
"Don't, I can't afford losing you again."

I climbed her. We made love in the dark. She locked her arms around me like a child would clutch a parent who is always leaving. I held on to her like a jewel. We enjoyed the night till the morning flashed its presence at us.

Office hours for a real estate developer ought to be fun. Atleast that was what I thought when I was about becoming an estate developer. Building from crumbs to heights fascinated me but the estate development business wasn't just about that. I intended becoming a structural engineer but even my dad's connection could not make that happen. I studied urban development and attended business classes. I worked for a real estate firm against my dad's orders. When I resigned, I was able to secure a partnership with Daramola a structural engineer. We built Turban real estate from the scratch. Though it was my dad's money that got us our first. I did not acknowledge him as a partner. Apart from seating in the office and doing nothing but sketching fictitious places in my head, the worst part of my job is answering to contractors to construction firms and Daramola. I wanted to be a sole owner so bad, one night at a launch. I tricked Daramola to the top of the scraper. I pushed him from the top to the ground floor . He smashed his head on the concrete. Pieces of his brains and gushing blood painted the floor. It was an accident. He was drunk that night. I am not to be blamed.

Gabbyraze:
Gab I hail u,have been busy small. Nice story u got but u don't update regularly and also you need to give flesh to your characters.

Thanks Gabby. Yea been so damn busy. Ok I will give flesh to my characters. Thanks for following.

(23)
Everything was normal. At least everything seemed normal. Tunji and I went on a date at a restaurant in Victoria island. We sat in partial view of the glistened island and the evanescent evening sun. The cold wind frozed my sparsely hairy skin. I squirmed tenuously, unnoticed by Tunji. Tunji appeared too comfortable in a thick brown coat. I wore an irregular evening gown. Mary J Blige 'You want this' played in the background.

I, I know you gonna see me coming up and boy I know you want this. And I know you can't get enough, get enough...

I am not confused about what I truly feel. What I feel for Tunji is divine I know . But what I feel now is not about him. I am bereaved. Gabriel died and his memories are haunting me. Tunji was doing all he could to cheer me up . He brought the idea of going on a date. The first spot we had our first date. He cared about the way I feel and I couldn't ask for anything else.

The waitress wore a white long coat like a lab scientist. She brought a fine bottle of red wine in a camtray. She has this sultry smirk on her face. Her dark face is almost not perceptible in the dark. She smiled broadly at Tunji as she placed the tray on our table. "Thank you," Tunji echoed and smiled. She giggled and winked at him. Tunji swallowed it. I walked to Tunji. Put my face on his head. His lip appeared bruised like someone bit it. I gently watered his lips with my saliva. He looked at me bewildered. I turned to see the waitress face covered with angst . I moved back and sat.

The evening ran into the dark night. I soaked in the bath tub na-ked in a foamy water in the heights of my thighs. Tunji walked in. He pulled off his black short and entered the tub with me. We sat facing each others. "I love you..."
He clutched my sapped brea-st. He pulled me to himself. I acted hesitant but he made sure we were close knit. I squirmed: "hah huh hah." Tunji was all inside me. There was a throng of thought in me. I wish they would all dissipate. I wasn't overwhelmed by the pleasure. I was overwhelmed by a guilt. But why do I feel guilty? The night Gabriel died he called me. He wanted us to meet but I declined. Why did he wanted to meet with me?

Nmaglit:
First of all am a girl btw gabrendo where have u beem

Mrs Nmaglit Tunji Where Are You Dear?

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(22)
The corpse of Gabriel was unfathomable. His whole appearance died with him. He appeared like an alien with bleached skin. I couldn't utter a single word. I was totally bemoaned. Gab was a nice guy and didn't deserve to die the way he did. The police recorded it as an accident but the lacerations on his skin proved otherwise. He was murdered, and his assailant made it look like he had an accident with his cab. I was the only person who could stand in as a close relative. He still saved my phone number as LOVE. I broke up with Gabriel because he led me on the path of deception for a long time. I didn't care, he was a taxi driver even when friends criticised me for that. To believe that he was lying all through our relationship made me lose any love I had for him. He wasn't the man in the vehicle when I had an accident. It was Tunji; the man I met at the store. I came to know this on Valentine's day. Tunji bought me a set of beautiful red shoes. The most expensive in my closet. Gabriel grew jealous and threw random tantrums at me. He ordered me to return them but I refused. Tunji came over that day and he rang a bottle at his head. I was infuriated by that act and decided to ride with Tunji to the hospital. He revealed to me that his old scar was a product of an accident. An accident was involved in. Tunji is my knight in shinning armour. I and Tunji rekindled our love and I have never felt a paltry of regret. Tunji is a real estate
developer and from a wealthy family. He's the perfect gentleman with a good heart. He loves me dearly and I am yet to see anything
Bad about him.

Gabriel was murdered I know. But by who?

I needed a shoulder to cry on. Tunji was there but not in the moment. He appeared so disconnected. I reclined on his broad naked shoulder and slept off. I dreamt of Gabriel. His sunken eyes terrorized me. He wasn't pleased with me. I jerked from the bed to find myself alone on the bed. "where's Tunji?"

I Am New On This Block. My Story 'Love In The Dark' Is Live On Nairaland. Show Ur Broda Sum Support. I Luv U All.

(21)
(Angie pov)
I've never felt this way ever... I felt like I was been beaten . Like I was been wrecked with my eyes wide open. I felt like my breath was seized. Like I'd died many times on the bed while he pounds me. Something is wrong. He's not like this. Love is not this way. We never made love like we were at war. I pushed him slightly, he pushed back. "Are you ok hon?" He replied with a frosty groan. "Please hon, you're hurting me..." I cried. He stopped and stare at my routed face. "One minute dear..." he said with angst in his voice. "I can't..." I said and faintly pushed him. He relieved his charged body from me and walked out of the room with his co-ck still standing tall. He appeared disgruntled by something. I pulled from the bed. Put my blouse and pant on. He bowed his head in front of the bathroom mirror. His eyes are red. He panted like he was chased by a bull. "Are you ok hon?" I asked with prudence in my voice. He didn't reply. I moved and touched him on his shoulder. He reacted to it like the touch from me startled him. "I am ok," he replied with a deep shuddering voice.
"No, you are not. You know you could share anything with me."
"I am fine. Its work, believe me."
"You've never acted this way to me."
"What way?"
"I don't know, your actions today are strange."
"I told you its stress."
"You made love to me like you wanted to hurt me."
"I will never hurt you."
"But you are hurting me."
He reached for my cheeks and cleared the light tears rising from my red eyes. "I will never hurt. I will rather die than watch you get hurt," he said like he meant every single word. He reached for my watery lips and placed his lips on it. I felt his love wax inside me. "I love you..."

My phone buzzed from the bedroom. I ran to get it. An unknown caller id displays on the screen. I clicked to answer the call.
"Hello... Who's on the line?"
"Are you Angie?" A male trotting voice saturated my phone speaker.
"Yes..."
"Please come to St. Francis mortuary to identify a body."
"What body?"
"Its a driver, by the name Gabriel Okafor."
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