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safarigirl:
This was the last time she would take Chika seriously.

The girl barely glanced at her when she told her she had to go to the bathroom. She had even said it so that she took the hint that something was up, but when a well-dressed, eloquent, good-looking man was listening to Chika's many stories, be they real or made up, her friend couldn't even take a hint.

She sped up hearing her name a distance away, he was coming and she couldn't move faster than this because of this damned dress and the five-inch heels. She knew a calf-length bandage dress was not a smart choice for an event in which she planned to avoid a certain someone and neither were five-inch, ankle-strap sandals...but shit happened when Chika was your stylist.

"Adunni, are you running away from me again?" He asked in a teasing voice.

"Go away Kenneth!" She shouted back. He was close, she could hear him breathing

He laughed at her retort and then grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to him, "Not until you give me what I want" he replied to her face.

She jerked her arm out of his grip, "Don't you touch me! I've told you I'm not interested, do you need me to use a billboard so you understand?" She replied.

Just the sight of him caused her stomach to roil, and not in a good way. She never thought someone so good-looking could look so...ugly, but Kenneth managed to have that effect on her. He was such a creepy person.

"What I understand, dear Dunni, is that you left the party and all that noise to a quiet place knowing I would follow you, so here I am. You have me alone now." He grinned at her.

She could throw up at the sight of his smile, "You disgust me."

"And you excite me, I think we could make this work."

"Stay away from me." She ground at him, she turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm once again.

"Come on darling, give me some minutes, I'm sure I can get you on my side. That ass of yours in this dress is giving me some ideas." He leered at her, his eyes sparkling with desire.

His grip was tighter this time and Adun tried to escape it, but her effort was futile, "Leave me alone Kenneth, or I'll scream." She threatened. She didn't feel comfortable with the way he was looking at her and the fact that the hallway was empty caused her heart to thud in her chest.

"Oh I intend to make you scream sweetheart, lucky for us, the music is blasting loud enough to muffle our voices." He gave her a lewd grin.

Her eyes widened in fear, oh no, she wasn't about to get raped inside a public restroom, "Kenneth, let go."

"Oh, I will."

"Kenneth..."

"Come on."

He started to pull her towards the men's room.

"Kenneth...Kenneth stop...let me go...Kenneth..."

"Let her go."

The deep baritone voice that rang within the hallway startled her a bit, so that the fear was momentarily gone, replaced by surprise. Kenneth also stopped in his tracks, meaning, the voice distracted him as well.

Adun turned to see the man who had come to her rescue...Father, help her, he was some man! Her eyes were treated to the gorgeous sight of a tall man, he was certainly taller than Kenneth and that was tall compared to her 5ft.6" height, his skin was a glowing shade of brown that looked too much like dark caramel melted upon a muscled frame, he was built like a swimmer; broad shoulders, a broad chest and a lean torso, and the navy-coloured suit he had on moulded to his frame. His eyes were deep-set against a face that was made for romance-novel covers; high cheek-bones, a strong, roman nose, full lips and a jaw Tyson Beckford would go green with envy for....and then he had that voice? After 26 gracious years on earth, Adun was convinced men like this simply didn't exist, so where did this one pop out from?

"I said, let her go." The man repeated strongly when no one made a move to acknowledge his presence.

"Listen, guy, I don't know who you are and I really don't care, but I would advise you to leave right now. This doesn't concern you." Kenneth spoke in his 'authoritative' voice. That was the voice he used during court proceedings or when he was making a business transaction. The voice he used to convince people he knew what he was talking about.

Adun was sure the grip Kenneth had on her arm would leave a bruise by the next morning, "Don't listen to him, he's harassing me." She spoke up.

The man glanced at her, she couldn't tell what shade his eyes were from where she stood, but she didn't doubt they were just as breath-taking as the rest of him. She didn't even understand why she was admiring a man when another had her in a death grip.

"If you try to interfere in this, I'll have you know that I am the head of the legal department of this company, and I don't know how you got an invite to this place because you're not a familiar face, but I can guarantee you, I'll have you off this premises in a wink."

Yes, he wasn't a familiar face. Adun could say she had never seen him before, she would remember if she had ever seen a man with the looks of Adonis and apparently, the balls of Hercules if he was challenging Kenneth, in one of these gigs hosted by Dwyer & Associates.

"I don't want any trouble, just let the lady go and I'll be off your back." The man spoke evenly. Adun was starting to enjoy the sound of his voice.

"Trouble is what you'll get if you don't turn around and mind your own damn business." Kenneth spat at the man, it was obvious he was getting worked up by this fellow. This was a historic moment, Kenneth never got worked up, there wasn't a soul on God's green earth that could ruffle a feather of the peacock that was Kenneth. It was sealed, this man was some sort of guardian angel or a supernatural being.

Kenneth continued on his way, pulling a now struggling Adun with him and blocking out the sound of the man shouting for his attention. Adun once again tried to fight him off, but he wasn't budging.

"I said, stop!"

The man reached out and grabbed her by the wrist of her free hand. Adun swore she felt an electric current zip through her at the contact, she gasped at his hold and looked up at him. The sight of electrifying brown eyes caused her to gasp once again. This man was beautiful.

Kenneth glared at the obvious pest that was bugging the hell out of him, "Guy, are you mad? What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem is that you're about to drag an unwilling female into an empty room and possibly have non-consensual sex with her. You should know the legal implications of that considering you're the head of the legal department in this establishment. Let her go now, or I will beat you to a pulp right before you get arrested for attempted rape."

In that moment, Adun had never found a threat so sexy. She watched those temptingly full lips utter the threat word for word and she damn near wet her panties. This man breathed the kind of power and confidence that could bring most people to their knees, there was just a dash of arrogance in him and cockiness. Who was this man?

He and Kenneth had a stare down, but neither man let go of the appendages they had in their grip. She didn't mind the stranger's hold though, it was soft, but firm, now Kenneth's, she was almost wincing at.

It took her almost a minute to realise that Kenneth had loosened his grip, and then he slowly let go.

She stood there in shock as Kenneth Agbo conceded defeat for the first time since....for the first time! This was unreal, she needed a camera or something to record this moment. Was it a prank? Was she dreaming?

"This isn't over." He said begrudgingly and then walked away in a huff.

Adun couldn't say who he was talking to between herself and the man, but his glare had remained on the man, so she guessed the statement was directed more to the man than her.

The sound of a door opening and closing loudly down the hallway signified the exit of Kenneth, and then the man let go of her wrist. Adun felt the absence of his warm touch almost immediately.

"Sorry about that, I hope you're okay." He said.

She could better enjoy his beautiful voice in the absence of Kenneth. She looked up at him to once again meet those eyes, she momentarily forgot what she had to say as they captured her interest. They were almost light brown with flecks of gold. Who were the people responsible for birthing such a creation?

"Miss, are you okay?" He repeated his question slowly.

She shook her head to clear it of thoughts of the beautiful man in her presence, "I...yes, I'm fine. Thank you very much." She replied breathlessly.

He nodded at her, "You're welcome. Stay safe." He advised and then turned to leave.

"Wait!" She called out in a moment of panic, he couldn't just leave her here with nothing. She at least deserved a name to put to the face that she could now say for certain would star in her dreams tonight and any other night she could sneak him in.

The man paused in his steps and then turned to her, "Yes?"

She smiled at him, "I'm Adunni, what's your name?" She asked softly.

He looked surprised at her question, he was going to speak, and then hesitated a moment. She held her breath, hoping he would divulge that little piece of information to her. It was only now she realised how much she needed it, she would beg him if she had to.

"Please, at least let me know the name of my hero so I can tell the world." She gave him a teasing smile.

"Patrick, and I'm not a hero." He smiled at her and then turned around and walked away without another word.

Patrick.

Even his smile was an asset

Rosemary33:
This is a fresh story I will be writing from my head. It's not published anywhere yet and has not been edited.

A Christian romance for those that love clean but sweet romance.

I hope you enjoy it.

Give your feedback so I will know you are there.

kayo80:
Chapter 12

The next day at work was awful; I just went through the day on autopilot. They say it is darkest just before the dawn, so I started to have the belief that the dark clouds over me were about to clear for a brighter day. I still wanted to talk to Ejiro, because right now, everything depended on her decision. So, on my way back from work, I called her up. We spoke, and she agreed for us to meet at her house. I got there around 7:30pm. Tony’s Camry was nowhere in sight and I guessed he wasn’t back from work yet. At this point, neither Ejiro nor I cared if Tony knew about what was going on anyway.

It was dark now, but there were street lights in their cul-de-sac, so I saw her come out of her gate up ahead, wearing a white sleeveless blouse with black jeans. She walked with her face down.

After the initial greetings when she got into the car, we remained silent for a while, before I went on to ask, “So…what’s up? Are we good?” She shook her head and I understood exactly what she meant.
“You know I like you a lot, but I don’t think I can date you.” She said and I sighed. “I’m sorry Olu.”
I was quiet for a while before saying, “So, how are you and Abike?” If this was going to be a no thing, I had to make sure at least I didn’t damage her friendship with Abike.
“It isn’t rosy, but don’t worry about us.”
“Ejiro… we could take things slow and…” I was saying but stopped when she started shaking her head.
“I’m really sorry Olu. I really do like you, but I just can’t go ahead with this.”
“Okay.” I said and she turned to look at me. I could tell she wanted to make me happy, but she just couldn’t go ahead with the whole thing. “It’s okay.” I said and put out my hand for a low five; we slapped palms and I shook her hand a few times before letting it go.
“I was doing something for my mom before you called.” She said as she started getting out of the car. “I’ll chat with you later. Okay?”
“Okay.” I said to her as she slowly closed the door of the car. I sat there and watched her walk away, thinking how that was the end of a very short chapter of my life.

I was still deep in thought when she got to the gate and turned around, wondering why I hadn’t started up my car. I turned the key in the ignition, and blinked the car headlights at her before she entered her house. I backed out of the street, and drove off, thinking of what was next for me. I was officially single, and directionless. The events of the last three weeks had changed the entire course of my life.

What really is love? I thought to myself. I didn’t even know. But what I knew was that love was developed over time, and love wasn’t selfish. I was still deep in thought when my phone started ringing. With one hand on the steering wheel, I used my other hand to pull my phone out my pocket and hold it up to see who was calling. It was Gloria. I picked up. “Hello.”
“Hey, OOA. How are you doing?”
“I’m cool. And by the way, you don’t have to keep calling me OOA.” I said and she laughed. “Just call me Olu.”
“Okay. Olu.”
“So what’s up?”
“I just wanted to be sure you were still using this line.”
“Okay.” I said and the line went silent. “So…how was work today.” I asked.
“Fine; I’m actually a teacher, so I close quite early.”
“Okay.” The line was quiet for a while, and it was clear she wasn’t ready to end the call. “So, will you be free tomorrow after work?” I asked.
“Umm...Yeah.”
“Okay. Cool. I’d like to see you and catch up.”
“Okay. That would be cool.”
“Okay then. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye.” The line disconnected and I thought to myself, this could be the start of something new; something fresh. It could be that the events of the last three weeks cleared the way for this; who knows. I had to find out. I switched to gear three, and sped up with a smile on my face.

The End