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OlufemiWhit:
Namdi is really 4keddd........bisi is a crazy putaa

Lol, yeah, the likelihood of him escaping this unscathed is not looking good. Behind every crazy is a life of experiences. Thanks for commenting

Cute. His insecurities made me smile. the update was a treat to read

We all have a beast locked up within us. Who has the key?


BISI - The Other Woman CH 14

Why?!

The sharp pain in Namdi's side was fleeting. He could feel the liquid coursing through his veins. The disbelief at what she had done lingered. A simmering rage roared to life, metal biting deeper into his wrist and ankles as he struggled against them. Bisi hopped of him as he thrashed, a wild beast chained down, a petal unnoticed falling to the floor. She smirked

"You've heard of ecstasy pills. This liquid will only melt away your pesky inhibitions. Namdi you'll finally be able to be who you truly are. Should only take a few minutes."

"Bisi you succubus! I will have you pay for this if it's the last thing I do!"

"I know you will baby, I'm counting on it. Now, I too need to get ready."

Without a backward glance she headed into the bathroom closing the door behind her. The cuffs rattled from the impact as Namdi threw his body against it over and over. A trickle of blood ran down his arm, the cuffs breaking the skin of his wrist.

"You still dare to drug me! I'll choke the very life out of you! Ravage you! Hack you to pieces! I'll show you pleasure and pain walk a fine line you twisted woman!"

Namdi threw his words at the closed door. His heart filled with a rage he had long forgotten he possessed, consuming every other emotion within him. He could feel his reasoning slipping as primal instincts took control.

His head struck the headboard, a loud crack echoing in the room. His mind spun. The door in front of him opened. Vision slightly out of focus, he saw two Bisi's, both so beautiful. On their body, nothing but a white see through lace nighty ending inches below their waist. He could hear a ringing in his ears, his head in a fog. With each step she took the two Bisi's slowly combined to one. Reaching the foot of the bed, Bisi reached for his ankle. With a click the handcuff fell of his leg landing on the bed. Another click followed.

"This must be a dream"

Namdi murmured, still dazed from the impact. Two clicks later he heard a whisper, so close breath tickled his lobe.

"You are more free than you've ever been."

She sat on the bed, her lower back close to Namdi's head. With each breath he took, her perfume filled him, transporting him to a land of endless possibilities. Pushing himself up he swung his legs, sitting beside her. Feet planted firmly on the ground he raised his stripped body and began to walk towards the door. Each step took him farther away from her and closer to one form of escape. Every candle he walked past cast a shadow more monster than human. He stopped half way to the door giving the clothes on the ornate table a quick glance. Could he really just walk away from her without any form of retribution. A sick smile appeared on his lips. His feet pounded the floor, taking him back to her, an outstretched hand swiftly reaching for Bisi's neck. The speed caused blood still dripping from his wrist to be flung, splashing against the white lace nighty she wore. Fluidly his fingers grasped her neck in a vice, slamming her head against the headboard.

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mitchyy:
Wait, what? She drugged him? How did she carry him all the way to a room?

Some women are so unpredictable!

That flavor of unpredictability can be what makes one exciting, irresistible... Thanks for your comment. Hope your questions were answered satisfactorily

Base instincts, an innate savagery

BISI - The Other Woman CH13

A single petal fell from a rose residing in a vase half full of water. Lazily it floated in the air currents created by a softly humming air conditioner. Candle light danced below the petal, threatening its path, giving the room a soft glow interrupted by the occasional flickering shadow. At the mercy of the artificial wind, the petal traveled over an ornate table bearing the weight of a hand bag resting beside a neatly folded suit, shirt and trouser. Its journey did not last long. Its final resting place, the well defined abs of a fully stripped Namdi in full view of Bisi.

"You bitch! What did you do to me!?"

Namdi spat as he realized he didn't have on a single stitch of clothing. She ignored him, flicking the needle at the tip while depressing the plunger a little. A small stream of liquid squirted out of the syringe. Walking to the side of the bed she could feel Namdi watching her every move. She relished it, basking in his gaze. Her eyes fell on his body. Beautiful; mine; she thought, her knees lightly resting on the thick carpet. She couldn't resist, her finger reached out to trace his chocolate colored abs. Bisi marveled at the firmness of each one, working her way around the petal. Namdi twitched.

"How?"

Namdi's tone softened, a stark contrast to the rest of his body. The needle she held made him rethink his options. He had to convince her he wanted this as much as she did so she'd uncuff him. Hearing his change in tone Bisi turned to him, her heart beat rising.

"Hyoscine, highly concentrated, introduced into your blood stream with a tiny pin prick"

"But how did you carr..."

"It doesn't knock you out baby, merely turns you to putty in my hands. Hardest part was your clothes, though that was quite enjoyable"

Bending forward, she kissed him, right above the petal, her breath washing over, slightly nudging the fragrant rose. Namdi groaned, his eyes closing, body tensing, some more lost memories floating to the surface.

"The rest will come to you, give it time. You'll see I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to. "

"I remember, your car... you drove me here; where is this place?"

"Where we are doesn't matter sweety, all that matters is we are here together and you can make as much cries of passion as you please. No one will hear us."

Thoughts of shouting for help were discarded by Namdi. Unless she wasn't telling the truth, but could he risk it? No. He couldn't take that chance.

"Kiss me Bisi, let me feel your lips on mine"

A shiver went through her, she hadn't thought she'd hear him say those words so soon. Rising, she knelt on top of Namdi, her thighs clasping his sides, his chest bearing her weight with ease.Her scent flooded his senses, clouding his mind, filling it with euphoria. He struggled to not fall over the edge, shielding his thoughts as best he could, looking for an opportunity. He would escape, he must escape.

With her free hand Bisi ran her fingers through his curly hair, falling forward till her lips were mere inches from him. She could see his breath fog, in sync with the rise and fall of his chest, an ocean beneath her. She waited with lips slightly parted her eyes locking with his. He had to make her believe she had him mind body and soul Namdi told himself. His head moved up, their lips connected and a bomb went of in their minds, shredding all thought but the basest of instincts. A thirst and a hunger manifested demanding to be appeased, the lips of the other the quencher.

Out of breath Bisi pulled back, both their lungs heaving, fighting the breathlessness. Gasping, Namdi stared at her, then looked at the cuffs on his hands.

"I want to... hold you... in my arms Bisi..."

"I ...know you... do Namdi,... I'll... grant your wish"

She said between gasps for air. Barely believing his success Namdi eased the defenses in his mind, a sense of relief making him complacent. Curiosity got the best of him. Catching his breath he looked deeply into her eyes.

"Bisi, what do you truly want?"

"No. Namdi, it's what 'we' truly want. You really think your little ploy will work."

With no warning she plunged the needle into Namdi's side injecting him with the liquid.

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oluwizard:
Nice story
Till Tuesday

I'm glad you think so. Yes, next chapter tomorrow, fingers crossed. Thanks for readers patience

INDUSTRIALFAN:
Damn.


This bitch is evil.... I can't believe it got to the point where he killed his wife for her.... Anyways, following.... The story is just playing in my head like an actual movie. I can see every detail including the feeling the atmosphere outside... Nice one John Doe...

High praise. I value your comment. It's a treat to see words on a page paint a vivid, detailed world in the mind of a reader as it does in mine. Thanks

Bear with me, it's been years since I turned the last page of King Solomon's mine. With very little doubt the general thoughts and decisions of the main character is racist, the attitudes and actions of Quatermain simply being part of the zeitgeist period. It expressed the cultural bias of the time.

Having done some modest writing of my own, I hesitate to call the Author himself racist on the basis of his fictional book. I've written stories about sexual deviants but those words don't translate to my personal beliefs, who I am etc. Poor example I know, but I hope it gets the point across. By hesitating, I am not saying he definitively was not racist, just believe it sets a bad precedent.

Is Africa really a great continent? Believing, at this moment, it is, can possibly lead to complacency and acceptance of the way things are now which honestly aren't great. I prefer to see Africa as a continent with a strong potential to be great and we are showing that with the strides certain African countries are making.

Much as Haggard's fictional work of a fictional place did not accurately describe the true nature of the continent, painting it in an unflattering light, Africa at the time was not a land of roses without thorns. We had the slave trade long before the Europeans came. There were wars between tribes as well as Barbaric cultural practices which still go on today, FGM (Female Genital Mutilation) being an easy example.

As we rail against the injustice of a racist and ethnocentric portrayal, lets rail even harder for a true change that put such to shame. For why do we care so much about what the white men think of us? It only hints at an iota of truth in our dependency on them for our self worth.

That said, it was an interesting read.

I too am human so it's possible/likely much of what i've written are on the wrong side of the spectrum of right. They are merely thoughts subject to change for I contain multitudes

Just a heads up, CH 13 won't be out till Tuesday. To those reading/following this Tale, thanks for your interest

The blind see beauty?

BISI - The Other Woman CH 12

"You forgot my lunch order"

A complicated expression ran through Namdi's face when he saw the receptionist stop. Somehow he had gained and lost.

"Sir! You said for making us wait you would atone for your sins with a business lunch. Your receptionist can go."

"I don't remember saying... you know what... regardless, she will stay here and take notes on the events of and leading to the fire."

An impatient expression quickly appeared and vanished from Bisi's brow but she conceded.

"Where should I start?"

"From the beginning miss. Leave nothing out"

"It was dark so I can't say I saw much"

"That's fine, you can just stick to what you saw."

"My memory is a little fuzzy. If we could go to the scene of the fire that would help."

"Alright I'll have one of the interns escort you to..."

"No, the least you can do is take this seriously and handle this case personally!"

"God woman! lets just get this over with. I'll meet you outside."

Namdi watched as Bisi grabbed her bag and headed out with the receptionist. He looked at the untouched tea cups. He was thirsty but had lost his appetite for tea. More importantly he needed to focus on calming himself down. Walking out with his lower half at full mast would make him the talk of the office.

Ten minutes later he strolled past the reception, a quick shout to the receptionist to toss him a bottle of water. She wasn't there. Bisi was already in the elevator holding the door open. Stepping in, Namdi stood as far from her as he could, the doors closing behind him. She laughed, a melody dripping with seduction.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Here, take a drink, you look dehydrated"

Namdi reflexively caught the bottle of water she threw to him. He looked at her suspiciously.

"I promise to stay on my side of the elevator till the doors open."

With a finger she made a cross over her left chest finalizing the promise. There was nothing religious about the way she did it Namdi thought. Unscrewing the cap he lifted the bottle to his lips. He stopped, the first drop nearly splashing into his mouth. Bisi noticed his hesitation. She flashed a radiant smile. He lowered the bottle.

"You really don't trust me?"

"Almost as much as I don't trust myself around you."

"You really do know how to flatter a lady."

"You, my dear, are no lady."

"Awww, that's the first time you've called me 'mine' and 'dear'. Now what do I call you?"

Namdi was at a loss, there was something about this vixen in front of him...

"Call me Namdi."

"Namdi... I like it. To think it took this long for you to tell me your name. Nice to meet you"

As the elevator descended, Bisi stretched out her hand. Throwing the bottle of water away Namdi smiled as he shook it, feeling a slight pinch. Her hand was small, nearly lost in his, he hadn't fallen for her water trap. His eyelids grew heavy. With a ding, the elevator doors opened; Namdi's eyes closed.

Namdi's eyes opened, his vision a blur, head muddled, his body stretched and prone on a soft surface.

"Where am I?"

His words came out slurred. His mind went back trying to remember. It began to come back to him in bits and pieces. The elevator, I drank water, no wait I threw it away but then a woman, a handshake, pinch, no it was a prick! Her! His vision cleared, right in front of him was

"Bisi!"

He roared as he lunged for her. He didn't get far, his body recoiling, metal digging into his wrist and ankles. She had handcuffed him to a bed.

"Sweety, I know you want me so bad but you have to be patient."

Namdi's eyes widened. In Bisi's hand was a hypodermic needle.

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ikechizoba:
captivating...
op,your story is similar to a Hollywood movie titled "Home Sweet Hell"
l swear,the woman is a phyco
kip it up

Haven't heard of the movie. Now i'm curious but hesitant about checking it out... so it doesn't impact the path my story takes. psycho women are the best aren't they? lol. thanks for the positive feedback

oluwizard:
Still following...

Glad you are sticking around

Jasmineflash:
PROLOGUE
The weather was clear and sunny, the sun was sweet on the skin, so sweet to feel, she could smell
the earth for it was the beginning of the year and it has only started raining for the year, she was
standing under the pride of Barbados tree lost in thought the scenery was so beautiful, the newly
grown green grass, the thundering sound of the heavy water fall, the blossoming tree and it’s
beautiful red flower and the quiet, it makes you wonder, it makes you want to know what else is life hiding behind those beauty, she felt a hand that wrapped itself around her waist and a body that
cling so lovingly to hers and that perfume….. Her lips curved in a smile I know that perfume. She
turned around to see him.

A vivid picture painted with an exquisite brush only interrupted by a lack of periods. Still a fun read. Will check out next release

An intriguing look into the limitless dreams, childlike wonder of early adolescence and the dream crushing reality of time after. Well done

Where do you end and where do I begin


BISI - The Other Woman CH 11

From his throat a moan escaped, her lower limb stretched to the limit, stopping mere inches from his engorged crown. His desire built to a crescendo; thoughts of reaching across the desk and having her right on this table having free reign. Her hand still lay on his, pressing down on the picture frame. In Bisi's soft brown eyes he could see a desire outshining his own. With a flick of his wrist, Namdi held her hand in his, muscles tensing as he rose to pull her across the table. At this moment all he wanted from the world was her, here, now! Bisi's lips quivered in anticipation, a fierce heat rising up her thighs, gathering below her navel.

"I have your pot of tea here sir."

Namdi froze, his neck swiveling to the turning door knob. A chill went down his spine, paralyzing him. On his tenth birthday, malaria had ravaged his body. In a desperate attempt to keep his temperature down his mom had plunged him into a bath of ice water. Through his weak screams and struggles she had held him down. He had never felt such a sharp change in temperature again till now. What a cruel joke, to think he had signed his end with his own tongue. Had it already been 20 minutes?! Namdi watched the door open, frozen as the receptionist back pressed against the wood. Time, if he could only have more time...

Bisi had no such constraints, recovering first. In one fluid motion she extricated her hand from Namdi's, slamming it against the table. The impact woke Namdi out of his stupor. Without a second thought he let gravity pull him down to his chair, hiding the bulge in his trousers behind the desk. The receptionist jumped at the sound, nearly dropping the tray of tea items she held with both hands.

"Maybe now you'll take me seriously."

Bisi sat there, calm, like a palm strike to the table never happened. Her words were even, carrying none of the passion that had burnt in her eyes moments before. She only looked at Namdi, patiently waiting, disregarding the receptionist walking and placing the tray on the table between them.

Unsure of what to do, how to answer, Namdi opened his mouth without a plan, hoping he would somehow muddle through.

"I'm sorry miss, let's start from the beginning."

Turning to the receptionist he couldn't help but watch her as she prepared the tea set. How much had she seen? Could she tell? He searched for clues in her demeanor but found nothing.

"Sir, will it be your usual?"

"Yes, and for the miss, she'll be having the Earl grey, two packets of sweetener and a dab of cream."

With practiced finesse the receptionist made the teas in quick succession, placing them in front of Bisi and Namdi. Gathering the tea set back on the tray she paused for a moment. Still watching her, Namdi unknowingly held his breath. Reaching out, the receptionist lifted the face down picture frame; setting it on its stand. It faced Namdi and Bisi equally. She took a step back, turning to face Namdi.

"Will that be all, sir?"

He looked at her quizzically, having forgotten about the lunch order.

"You may leave, the tea's will do nicely."

Surprised, the receptionist turned to Bisi wondering who she was to be able to speak in such a confident tone here. Hearing nothing from Namdi contradicting Bisi's statement, she picked up the tray, walking briskly to the door. Namdi briefly watched as the receptionist left the table heading out. His brain howled at him, he couldn't be in the same room with this woman alone. Over and over his common sense pounded, fighting his desire, fighting his want, fighting his lust. In front of him, Bisi's tongue slowly ran against her lips. An act so simple, so delicate, so basic and yet it lit a fuse in him. It was only a matter of time and he would fall, this he was sure. Tearing his eyes away from her lips he focused all he had left on the picture sitting on his desk, shouting from his heart.

"Wait!"

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rayvelez:
Nice story u have here.

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Hardeybaryor:
Good work! I'm enjoying it

I appreciate it. Will strive to keep it enjoyable

POWER - Strength - Wealth - Desire - POWER

TANGENT - To the patiently waiting, soda drinker and popcorn eater this chapter is for you. I too seek Mercy. Heres the first double digit Chapter, hopefully not the last


BISI - The Other Woman CH 10

"So he has someone"

Bisi thought, her eyes noting every detail of the picture on the simple desk. A few minutes prior, she had been shocked to see the man that had slipped through her fingers in a picture; here of all places. The word fate came to her mind. She immediately washed the word clean from her head, laughing bitterly in her heart. Power, not fate, decided all she muttered to herself, ruthlessly pushing back dark memories striving to bubble to the surface. He had her number, she knew without a doubt he would call regardless.

Standing behind her boss she couldn't help but look at her, comparing. It didn't take long for Bisi to admit the woman in the picture was beautiful. Her hourglass body seemed too perfect to be real. Barely reaching Namdi's shoulders, she clung to him like a prized possession. Bisi did not feel inferior. She could almost match the woman curve for curve. A slight smirk appeared on Bisi's mouth when she noticed she had longer legs and slightly wider hips than the woman.

Looking away before her boss got suspicious she began to walk around the office. It was spacious, half of it covered with floor to ceiling windows. She couldn't see through them but she could imagine what the view of the Lagos skyline would be like at night from this lofty height. White unblemished walls made up the other half of the office. In stark contrast was a single painting hanging behind what would be Namdi's chair. Bisi walked past her boss, standing directly in front of the art work. Bright red on white parchment. There was a ferociousness to the strokes of the brush. To her it felt like a tiger ran its claws against the white parchment, blood spilling out onto the canvas. An involuntary shiver passed through her. Looking away she pulled the only other available seat and sat down.

"Ahh, who are you to be sitting there!"

Mr. Aliyu stopped his ruffling of papers, his face turning to Bisi. His annoyance at having to wait had begun to show. She found the way he said Ahh before anything quite irritating.

"I'll get up when he gets here. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission."

"Ahh you better not be trying that logic at my store."

He turned back to his papers, getting them in order while muttering some choice words about her. Bisi explored the desk ignoring him. She began to notice it was not as simple as she first thought. She could make out a touchscreen merging seamlessly with the desk. Why only two chairs in such a spacious office? she wondered. Not sure how long they would be waiting, she decided to stretch her legs. Mr. Aliyu's mutterings got a bit louder, Bisi caught a few words that could only be painting her in an unflattering light. Using the space beneath the desk, her legs stretched, kicking Mr. Aliyu in the process. Surprised, papers fell from his hands. With a sneer he bent to pick them. She wasn't worried about repercussions, she was his top sales girl. Crossing her legs, fingers draped along the armrest she watched the door in anticipation, her desire slowly bubbling to the surface. She was not disappointed, the door opened, a shocked Namdi uttering a single word in disbelief.

"You!"

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gokefolaranmi:
Waiting please...............

Now i feel like a drug dealer giving out a fix. Thanks for your commented interest in the story

tayot1:
Nice piece. Loving it!

Loving you loving it. Thanks

maadman:
Oga just2day... Pls continue.. I don't really like suspense.. Keep up d good work

Your support is fuel. Yeah, suspense can be a tease. Thanks

oluwafemi1993:
Fire on!!!

Aye aye captain

Power in a name


TANGENT - I've almost drowned twice in my life. For those who have been in such a situation they can better visualize the horror of it. First comes the panic, when you realize you no longer have control. Then the struggle, as you fight your fate, hope blazing strong. Desperation soon kicks in, hope dies a miserable death, true death becoming a reality. Realization you can't change your circumstance with your own power brings about despair. You pray for a miracle, promises to whatever deity will hear your pleas. The first time, my miracle came in the form of a stranger. My savior, I will never forget him.

Enough about me


BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 09

Drowning, his lungs flooded with a fire that burned without mercy. Faster and faster his heart beat fighting for air, rapidly disappearing from the room. On all sides he felt a pressure weighing down, crushing him. In his head, the four letter word resonated over and over growing in intensity, invading, dominating, driving every other thought to a corner to cower in fear. The moment stretched to eternity, it demanded to be said, to be born from his lips. Namdi fought a silent battle as she sat before him, the same amused smile on her lips. From his soul a silent scream of defiance went off at the insanity of it all. He was a man, how dare she! The scream died at the realization he was powerless to stop his eventual surrender. It would only be a matter of time. The door remained closed.

"Bisi"

Namdi said her name, a warmth coming over him, pressure lifting, a seed planted. Everything was once again right with the world.

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone say my name quite like you"

A finger lifted to her lips, tapping them at a steady rhythm as she thought. Namdi no longer needed to imagine the softness of those lips, each gentle tap sinking in. A nagging thought of having heard similar words began to surface in his consciousness. With a firm nod of the head she stopped, hand leaving her lips to rest on the desk between her and Namdi. She leaned forward ever so slightly, chin tilting up exposing more of her charming neck on which hung a necklace.

Namdi's attention was swept up, his gaze following the trail of the necklace as it disappeared into her top bearing a weight nestled between her twin peaks. He wondered if she had always been wearing it. Thinking back brought no answers, her other attractions taking center stage on their first encounter. Looking closely he observed the necklace was not cheap. He had learned the hard way to spot quality jewelry over the past few years. It had a Roman style to it he recognized. A Buccellati! Namdi sat there, a stunned expression on his face for a fleeting moment. How did she get such a piece. She definitely couldn't afford it on a sales girls salary. Even if she gathered all her pay cheques for a year; ten years even. Namdi could not hold back his curiosity, an imperceptible change in the way he looked at her.

"How did you get that..."

The rest of his sentence died. On his inner thigh he could feel a tender touch. It started near his knee before slowly working its way in. A small part of him had a sneaky suspicion she knew what he was about to ask but it was overwhelmed by the sensation, blood rushing down from his brain.

"Stop! I'm married."

With a sharp intake of breath Namdi reached for the picture frame on the desk, turning it so it could fully face Bisi. The touch stopped making its way up his thigh, having reached only half way. She looked at the picture frame of Namdi with this woman. Her hand on the table stretched out hovering above his fingers holding the frame. She stroked the top of Namdi's hand. A current coursed through his skin, pleasure hitting every nerve on his hand replacing his strength. Deftly she rested her hand on his and together they pushed the picture to the table face down.

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classicpeezy:
Following now... Keep the update quick and steady, that's a great story you got there.

Comment Much appreciated, hopefully Namdi Zainab Bisi can keep it great for a little longer. Trying to keep a daily release, unless 'life' gets in the way. Thanks

OlufemiWhit:
Lovely Story

Glad its to your liking

OlufemiWhit:
Lovely Story

Much appreciated. Lets hope it stays that way for a bit longer

Seems this story made the front page (not exactly sure how...) and over 3000 views.

WOW!, I'd like to thank all the readers/viewers who made this possible, from the first 10 to the first 100 viewers, to the first 1000 and the first 3000 beyond.

mitchyy:
I'm loving this story. You are a wonderful writer. Totally enjoyed reading every chapter.

Patiently waiting for the rest...

Doubt in ones ability is the bane of a writer and I have a lot of it. This is encouraging. I'm ecstatic the story is entertaining enough for you to enjoy. Thanks for taking the time to comment

We rail against the author of our fate to no avail

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 08

Panic replaced shock. NO, no, no, no this can't be happening Namdi thought. What cruel God would toy with him like this, writing again into his life such low hanging fruit glistening with a sweet fragrance just asking to be plucked. He began to step in the opposite direction. The woman in the chair saw this, an amused smile appearing on her lips. Namdi cursed giving up all sense of decorum, preparing to turn tail and run. It would be the second time he would be running from a woman in his short life. Ada, a shiver running through his body as he thought of his primary school bully. His mom had said it was cause she liked him; he should try talking to her. Taking her advice and asking Ada what her parents fed her to make her so big did not help matters. He finally had his chance for revenge years ago. It had not gone as intended.

The slowly moving door finally reached its end, exposing one more person in the room.

"Ahh, you recognize me. This celebrity status is useful shaa. If I had known I would have set the fire myself long ago."

Seated in the only other chair in the room was the owner of the furniture store. Stopping his retreat Namdi's analytical skills began to work in overdrive connecting the dots.

"I dey play oh, before you decide in your head na me do am."

Namdi silently thanked the man for assuming his moment of silence to collect himself was him weighing his likelihood of guilt.

"Mr. Aliyu, if I may call you that. We will be waiting for the report from the fire marshall before blame, if any, is assigned"

"Ahh, call me Baba Aga-tele, it's what my friends who saw me on the television are calling me."

"Alright Mr. Aliyu"

Namdi said, completely ignoring what he thought was a silly name. Briskly he walked towards his desk, on it was a single picture of him and his wife on a cruise, obviously moved. It was a simple solid desk, space in the center for him to stretch his leg. He would sometimes use that space to kick the only other chair in the office. A silly game he had played with the first receptionist was to buzz her in to come pick it up. She was quite creative in how she achieved this simple task. One day he had stepped off the elevator only to find her replaced with the current receptionist. A quick inquiry led him to knowledge of the old receptionist promotion to the Abuja branch. The new receptionist did not have the same creativity.

"You are in my seat."

Gracefully she rose, the office chair a throne, she the queen. She left behind two perfectly shaped butt prints in the soft supple leather. The amused smile never left her lips. Calm, composed, she was royalty, everything within her control, all that she wished bent to her will. Walking past Namdi, her bare arm brushed against him. He could smell the shampoo in her hair, the cocoa butter on her skin carrying with it simple promises. Mr. Aliyu's face was buried in his bag, oblivious to the charged scene occuring beside him. She stopped behind his chair, crossing her arms below her bosom. With a thud, his bag fell to the floor a few papers flying out.

The sound of the bag hitting the floor broke the spell on Namdi. His eyes opened, taking unsteady steps to his chair. Gathering the few papers together onto the desk Baba Aga-tele smiled as he began to speak, Namdi sitting across the desk from him.

"Ahh, The official documents are all here, i'll leave you to it."

He stood up, preparing to leave.

"Mr. Aliyu where do you think you are going. You have to give a detailed report of what happened. You are a witness to the insurance claim."

"Ahh, about that, I wasn't there when the fire started."

"What! You said to the reporter..."

"Haba I wanted to be on Television, it was this sales girl that saw everything. She will fill out the report."

Getting up he went to the door, quickly letting himself out. Namdi sat there furious, speechless, his eyes watching the door till it closed, sealing his fate. A heavy silence fell on the room. With exaggerated slowness, she walked round the seat Mr. Aliyu had just vacated. The world waited for her, time waited for her. Namdi could not look away taking in every minute movement of her body, his fury draining. She sat down, a toned leg lifting to cross over the other. Her lips parted.

"You can call me Bisi."

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What is meant to be will be


BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 07


A second is but a second till it feels like a lifetime. A moment need only be filled with a possibility so profound the chance of the truth halts the universe, no, your universe in its tracks. Clarity comes, waging battle against denial. It's a battle it cannot win. As the dots began to connect in Namdi's head, he dismissed them, letting it evaporate into thin air. There is such a thing as coincidence in this world. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned off the T.V. It was for the best. He would find another store to get the mahogany door. Getting up he headed to the kitchen for a breakfast of burnt akara.

Outside the simple door to their home, Zainab stood on tippy toe to kiss Namdi. He stood in front of her in his usual white shirt and dark suit. Her fingers reached up to adjust his tie, deftly slipping something into the inner pocket of his suit. It was their morning ritual before he left for work. She watched him drive away, a smile on her face till he disappeared onto the main road. Turning, she frowned at the open front door.

The Mercedes sped along weaving through traffic. The dashboard screen lit up with an incoming call, the name "office mugu" flashing. Namdi's thumb hovered over the disconnect button on the steering wheel before he tapped the green accept button.

"How far from the office are you?"

"Femi, am about ten minutes, why are you calling?"

"Better not be that naija i'm almost there."

"When have I ever been late?"

"Abegi, only because your resumption time is one hour later than everyone in the office. Sha get here, we've got a client come in, it's one of your accounts."

"I thought the boss made sure I didn't get any accounts that would be a hassle. I haven't even laid eyes on most of them."

"It's weird for you to be calling him boss. You know what, Namdi, just get here!"

Namdi fumed as the call was cut from the other end. Stepping on the accelerator, he sped down the highway. A few minutes later Namdi turned into the parking lot of a high rise building. At the top in bold letters was

"SHAGARI INSURANCE"

The parking lot was full, except for a spot with the word 'Reserved' on a signpost. Namdi drove into the space. Grabbing his I.D. card and phone he began to exit the car when he spied the folded white piece of paper on the floor. There was a trash can not to far away, near the entrance to the building. He picked it up as he headed towards the building door. Reaching the trash can, he stopped. Opening the paper he looked once more at the content.

"CALL ME"

Silently he mouthed out the numbers

"0-8-0-7-3-9..."

He stopped himself. Balling up the paper he reached to open the bin.

"Namdi!"

Looking up he saw his co-worker Femi at the door of the building shouting his name. Walking at an unhurried pace he made his way to him.

"This guy, they've been waiting for you for the past half hour don't you know that they are the ones whose..."

Namdi ignored Femi, tuning him out while walking past him into the building. He didn't really like the guy. He reminded him of those boys at school who would do anything to be friends with the students who threw money around. The worst was Effizy. He had thought him a close friend. Zainab coming into their lives had exposed his true colors.

Namdi stepped into the elevator allowing Femi handle the controls. If he could have his way, he would take the stairs. He looked at the crumbled piece of paper in his hand, his thumb rolling it round and round. The elevator began its ascent. Reaching into his inner suit pocket to put away the paper he found there was something else inside. Pulling it out he saw it was a piece of the ribbon Zainab had used as a bow for his gift. Namdi's mind returned to last night, a smile coming to his lips. Safely tucking the ribbon away he began to tear the crumbled piece of paper into smaller and smaller pieces. Femi watched confused as the pieces fell to the floor of the elevator. He wisely said nothing.

As the last piece fluttered to the floor, there was a ding and the elevator doors slowly opened. Namdi walked past Femi, into the main reception of Shagari Insurance, his burden lighter. It was a large, tastefully decorated room. The waiting chairs a deep red, cushioned for the clients comfort. Namdi disliked how some of the chairs were hidden from view of the elevator.

The receptionist saw Namdi, quickly getting up.

"Good morning sir, you have clients here to see you. They are currently sitting in your office. May I get you anything?"

"Come into my office in 20 minutes to take my lunch order, bring with you a pot of tea and set up a meeting with the accounts department."

Namdi did not break his stride, making his way to his office.

"Actually, don't worry about the meeting, I'll take care of that myself."

With a twist, he worked his office door. It silently swung open, revealing a woman sitting in his office chair, legs crossed, fingers draped along the armrest.

"You!"

Namdi said in disbelief, shock plastered all over his face.

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BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 06


Zainab yelped grabbing an empty pan from the kitchen counter chasing Namdi. Laughing, Namdi felt a little sad he didn't have more time to watch her bottom ripple. Quickly he ran round the kitchen island a couple times before fleeing into the living room; Zainab right on his tail. With a quick turn Namdi grabbed her frying pan hand, his other grabbing her waist pulling her to him as he fell on the couch.

Face to face they remained motionless, their eyes baring into each others souls. He could feel her heart beat against his chest. At that moment he knew he had to tell Zainab everything; the truth.

"God you are beautiful."

A blush crept up Zainabs cheeks as she heard Namdi, her head resting on his chest, hair sprayed around her.

"I need to tell you something Zainab."

Zainab looked up a hand brushing away a loose strand of hair. She loved the way he said her name. No one called her quite like him.

Taking a breath Namdi first took the frying pan she inexplicably still held, tossing it away.

"You have to understand it wasn't my fault but..."

It was then Namdi noticed burn marks on her fingers.

"What happened?"

With concern written all over his face, he gently held her fingers in his rough palms, afraid of causing her any pain.

"It is nothing, I burnt it on the stove. Guess it's been too long."

She laughed it of. Before Namdi could say anything more he sniffed the air.

"Do you smell smoke?!"

Zainab shouted, "The Akara!"

Leaping off Namdi she raced to the kitchen.

Unperturbed Namdi grabbed the T.V. remote; flipping channels till he landed on a Lagos news station, the image of a partially burnt down store making him pause.

He recognized this store. Turning up the volume he listened as a female reporter questioned a man in front of the camera.

"And here we have the owner of the furniture store Biboye Aliyu. Sir what happened?"

"It must be the devil! This is my 6th branch I've opened and nothing like this has ever happened. If not that I was expecting shipment early mo mo the whole store would have burnt down. Ahhh but even the small part that burn pain me oh. Don't worry my customers we will reopen in 2 days! Come to..."

Forcefully taking the microphone from Aliyu, the reporter continued.

"We await the fire marshal to deduce the cause of this unfortunate event. But there is one thing that has already been determined. The fire began a couple hours after midnight..."

The reporter droned on. For Namdi, her voice faded into the background, his head turning to the kitchen...

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