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skarlett:
I think you can put a full stop between the words so we'll understand better, nairaland censors can be a pain on the behind.

And you're doing a good job so far

skarlett thank you for stopping by and thanks for the advice..
I have been wracking my brain on how to use other words.

Lawlahdey:
Still here.. .

Thank you for staying. ...update coming soon.....

MabEl and Funmi become lovers....

bibijay123:
I concur with that last part of the update

Bibijay na you say am

swann:
I just had to come out of ghost mode and say that this is really good and interesting ..

Keep up the good work.... I can't wait for Remi to find the truth about Sam

Thank you swann

Missmossy:
Keep it coming,interesting read so far.

Thankyou for stopping by. .

jagugu88li:
I'll welcome myself before reading

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Welcome Jagugu88li

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Chapter 2

Enitan looked around her kitchen, satisfied that she had cleaned and wiped all the surfaces clean.

Her husband had called and said he would not be home for dinner, he had some people to meet at the club before his trip tomorrow.

She knew he was lying, he was most probably with that bi.tc.h of a girl he was currently seeing.

This had been going on for the last two years, when she tried to talk to him about it. He had made her out to be a neurotic woman.

‘Calm down dear’, he would say in that false voice of his, take some Ovaltine and go and read your bible.

Argh that always riled her.

She was younger than him for goodness sake, he should be the one drinking hot chocolate and taking it easy.

She had done the usual stock in trade remedy for all ills in Nigeria. Praying, fasting, more praying and fasting. You name it she had done it, but he hadn't changed.

The way things looked he would never change, his balls had left the house ages ago.

She had even called upon the spirit of her ancestors to take charge of the situation.
To Deal with the bi.tc.h, asking them to send somebody to treat her a lesson and let her feel pain 77 x 7 times of what she was feeling. The answer she got to that lament had been consistent dreams of her dying.

The only thing the fasting had done for her, was to accentuate her figure and her cheek bones. She was looking very hot, she had overhead a few of her son's friends say she was a MILF.

This had came with its own consequences, resulting in the mess she currently was in.

She looked at the email in her inbox for the third time.

Ever since she had joined the bank, she had fought off male attention from every corner.

Her peers and her sub-ordinates had been easier to deal with in a diplomatic fashion.

However the men above her had not seen it that way.

One man in particular had made life hell for her, groping and harassing her for years.

Until the fateful day two weeks ago, when she had slapped him when he tried to put a hand down her knickers.

The repercussions had been profound, judging by the contents of the email and the letter that would no doubt be on her desk on Monday.

It could be worse, she sighed.

A notification alerted to her to another email that had just arrived in her inbox.

Thank you for this Divepen, very important.

Is there an updated list for number 22....

room089:
Aunty Bibi biko how can I locate the Dominique petroleum company that pays its new entrant, uche over a million naira even in this recession period? Maybe i should relegate working in this magnificent room089 for Dominique petroleum.


How many days or weeks did uche worked in dominique petroleum to have saved so much to rent or acquire a semi detached duplex with swimming pool, pieces of furniture and a brand new car in the 'almighty banana island'?

How come sly a togolese is practicing law in nigeria, or he is still claiming the oyo nativity?

All will be revealed by the great bibijay.......

I hope Uche man's up and asks Dupe what is wrong............

Although I think Uche and Annie are going to be caught in flagrante

bibijay123:
Captivating as usual, Jagugu88li come see dis babe.

Thank you for the endorsement bibijay.
Appreciate it.

greedie1:
following!!!
so far so good.

Welcome greedie1 thanks for taking the time to read this.

Why did the Mum turn against Dupe.

And what has she got against Yoruba people.

Has she forgotten that her other son is in trouble somewhere.

I bet Dupe ends up with Shark.......Uche comes to them to help his brother.

Good work bibijay

Thank you for joining. ..

Obinnau:
unbanned

Thank you Obinnau

soleski01:
Nice one! Following...

Thank you Soleski01 popcorn for you

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tomorrow will be day 15.

What is the plan... Divepen1

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Chapter 1

Linda arranged her facial expression so that the man busy humping her would not pick up on the fact that she wanted his pot-bellied fat arsed body off her.

‘Is it.. good baby’ he said, as he panted heavily onto her face.

No, it’s not bloody good, it’s dire, Linda thought. I want you off me. As she quickly changed her expression again so that he would not pick up on the train of her thoughts.

His malodorous breath was forcing her to hold her breath every few seconds. No wonder his wife didn't sleep with him, if she was to believe what he had told her.

But he wasn't was really her stud of choice either, he was lousy in bed. Fore.play was a finger inside her, pull her panties aside and enter.


But needs must, a girl has to do what she has to do..

‘Oh yes, baby. Your pussy is soo sweet’ he said, as he humped away, as his pot belly hit against her her stomach.

Please get mess off me she thought. She had already counted to 120. Now was the time to do her vaginal gymnastics, she squeezed her muscles and in less ten seconds he started moaning.

‘Oh yes baby, oh baby, argh…..’ sweat pouring off his forehead.

His funky breath spewing bad breath thick and fast.

She gagged.

As he was about to cum, Linda made the requisite sounds of satisfaction as she shifted underneath him, to ensure he didn't release in her.

Pregnancy was not on the cards Yet, with this man. If she needed to play that card, she would readily do it.

At last she thought, it was over.

‘That was wonderful’ she said, as she looked over at him.

‘I can always make you come’ as he breathed heavily on the bed beside her. His breathing soo erratic, she thought he might have a heart attack.

I can't deal with that, she thought.

‘You respond to me so well and you Bleep well too, unlike your Iyale at home’.

‘A good lover like you shouldn't be with an old wrinkly woman like that’ she said, as she stroked his chest.

I need a new bag for that party this weekend, she thought to herself.

‘I can’t stay too long today’ he said, as he turned over to get up and go to the bathroom.

‘What are you doing this weekend, baby’ he said, as he walked towards the bathroom.

‘Remember, darling, I told you I am going home to see my parents and I will be back on Monday’ she said.

‘Oh yes, I remember. How could I forget? I have a little something for you to buy stuff and give your family something from their prospective in-law’ he said.

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

‘Do you have enough food and drink, in the house for you to eat while I am away. Don’t forget that I am going to Abuja for a week.’

‘I am running out of food, tell your driver to go to the wholesale place and drop it off for me’ as she smiled at him.

‘Sure’ he said. As he walked into the bathroom.

Phew, Linda sighed. She checked to see if her laptop was still on.

She looked around her flat, a contemptuous look on her face.

By now, she should have been living on Victoria Island, not this 4 bedroom flat with 2 walk in closets, 2 baths, 4 showers, 5 toilets and 2 living rooms in Isolo. Even though the kitchen which was bigger than most peoples living rooms, it did nothing to sooth her.

He still hadn't bought her a car, she had to rely on her trusted taxi driver to take her around.

Her frenemy Ruth, was living the high life in a house provided by her tall slim build sugar daddy in Lekki. I bet she doesn't have to force him off her when he was fucking her. She thought bitterly. That should have been me, not her.

But she was going to change that, this weekend she was going to get Chinu to introduce her to the friends of his Uncle who was having a bash at the most exclusive hotel on Victoria Island. She would have to pay him something from her proceeds of the night, she was used to that and it was a price worth paying.

Tunde coming out of the bathroom, broke her reverie. She watched him as he put on his shirt and trousers. The shirt doing no favours to his stomach.

Yuk, she thought.

He sat on one of the arm chairs in her bedroom and bent down to put on his shoes. He then opened up his bag and put three bundles of cash on her side table.

‘I want you to buy a nice dress and bag, so that when you go home they will know that you have a boyfriend that is looking after you’

‘Before I forget, I told Friday to come and take measurements so that you can get a new dining table.’ he said.

‘Thank you honey’ she said as she moved to sit on his lap on the chair. She snuggled up to him.
Kissing him on the cheek.

‘Right, I have to go now’ he kissed her on the cheek, got up from the chair and left.

Linda went over to her laptop and checked to see if all the audio and visual she had recorded was there.

Always, be one step of the competition she thought to herself, as she typed in the recipients and hit send.

Copyright @ Lani Leigh 2016
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication maybe reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of Lani Leigh.

Dedicated to my fellow #nlwriters divepen1, Leriebloom, horlorladey, fikfaknuel, McBeal10, Horlorlardaey, cinderellashoes, bibijay123

This will be updated once or twice a week.

Prologue

He looked at the alert that had just come through on his phone.

45,000,000 naira.

Cool, he thought. Not that he didn't trust the customer he had sold the stock to, it was just always good to know they had paid.

He had a few other customers interested in the last piece of stock he had and it was as good as sold.

This time next week he should have at least a cool 80,000,000 naira in his bank account.

He had now depleted his stock, he needed to find suitable merchandise that he could buy cheap, do up and make a massive profit on.

He had some ideas on how he could make the next lot very attractive to his buyers.

Very, he thought .

His fingers were itching to start tinkering with stuff, there was a lot of satisfaction turning something cheap and ordinary into to something extraordinarily profitable.

Next time he would sell the stock at an auction.

Exceptional story bibijay....

More ink to your pen and may your battery never run out

[quote author=veekid post=50706744]It's not a taboo for pple from Oyo to wash

People should wash their own poo

so my peeps.....the people reading this story

write in, i.e. leave your ideas on what should happen to Remi in da club on Saturday night.

One lucky commenter might just see their scene played out in the next chapter.

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an experiment that would be fun is this.

Someone starts a story....and passes the baton to someone else.
A chained story...if the person the story is passed to introduces a new character explain in the notes why, so the next person has an idea about this character.

On a more serious note, on amazon there is a genre called urban fiction. Black life in America, the struggle, the trials etc.
They are not as rich as the fabric of our society and culture.

We need to find a way to corner that market, create our own genre.
There are a lot of writers on here that are exceptional.

Here's to helping each other