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Romance / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 5:44pm On Nov 17, 2023 |
This time, he walked slowly out of her office. Imagined or not, he felt she smiled at his back. In the cabin of the Hawker 800 XP jet, Teni Seni sat back relaxingly on the leather, forward-facing seat. The cabin was configured to seat eight people: it had a four-person club section, a three-person divan and one forward-facing seat. Seni’s seat was adjustable and could swivel 360 degrees. The cabin itself was 21.3 feet long, 5.7 feet high and 6 feet wide. The baggage compartment was accessible in-flight and could contain 48 cubic feet of luggage. The pilot cut down on the high cruise speed of 447 knots. Soon, it would be descending as it prepared to land at the local tarmac of the Murtala Mohammed Airport, Ikeja. Captain Johnson Ani, an experienced pilot with over 3,000 hours of flying, was a capable hand that Seni could rely on. That was what Ani proved when he deftly landed and taxied the jet to a halt. Seni got up from his seat. It was the end of another smooth ride. From the in-built luggage compartment, Freddie brought a valise that belonged to his master. He was Seni’s Special Assistant and he had come to love his job. The door of the aircraft opened and the ladder stretched itself down. Seni descended with Freddie on his heels. They walked briskly across the tarmac to the section where his car was waiting. It was a bright day, the type that was good for any kind of business. Seni had just returned from a two-day visit to Yaoundé, Cameroun. He had been to the central African country on business and had concluded plans to build a giant, ultra-modern shopping plaza in the city. He was happy it was another successful business outing. As he got close to his Mercedes Benz S-Class, Taju, the guy that had come with the driver, quickly opened the rear, right door for him. ‘Welcome, sir,’ Taju greeted. ‘Yeah, thanks.’ Seni sat on the seat and the door was gently closed. Freddie joined him at the back seat while Taju went to sit beside the driver at the front. The S450 twin turbo v-6 engine of the car came alive. The automatic gear was engaged and the car glided forwarded. The vehicle had a Driver Assistant package that aided semi-autonomous driving mode, a 360-degree exterior camera system, power side window sun shades for the rear seat, and keyless entry with push-button start. The infortainment features included navigation, USB and Bluetooth connectivity, SiriusXM satellite radio, Apple Carplay and Android Auto, and a wireless smartphone charging pad. The features were all what Seni desired. One of his phones rang. It was his wife – the first one – on the line. ‘Hello, honey,’ she greeted. ‘Are you back in Lagos?’ ‘Yes. Just came in couple of minutes ago.’ ‘Welcome. Hope the trip was not stressful.’ ‘No. All went well.’ ‘I’m glad to hear that. I miss you so much, and I’m expecting you tonight.’ He smiled at the phone. ‘Alright, my dear.’ At the close of work, Donald drove to the club at the G.R.A. He was a regular face there, and that suited him well. This time around, he ordered for lager beer. The barbecue would still be taken, but champagne could take a back seat tonight. He took his beer and savored the tastes of the spicy meats. His phone beeped. ‘I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it,’ Tina said across the line. He was disappointed. ‘You should’ve told me earlier.’ |
Literature / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 5:43pm On Nov 17, 2023 |
This time, he walked slowly out of her office. Imagined or not, he felt she smiled at his back. In the cabin of the Hawker 800 XP jet, Teni Seni sat back relaxingly on the leather, forward-facing seat. The cabin was configured to seat eight people: it had a four-person club section, a three-person divan and one forward-facing seat. Seni’s seat was adjustable and could swivel 360 degrees. The cabin itself was 21.3 feet long, 5.7 feet high and 6 feet wide. The baggage compartment was accessible in-flight and could contain 48 cubic feet of luggage. The pilot cut down on the high cruise speed of 447 knots. Soon, it would be descending as it prepared to land at the local tarmac of the Murtala Mohammed Airport, Ikeja. Captain Johnson Ani, an experienced pilot with over 3,000 hours of flying, was a capable hand that Seni could rely on. That was what Ani proved when he deftly landed and taxied the jet to a halt. Seni got up from his seat. It was the end of another smooth ride. From the in-built luggage compartment, Freddie brought a valise that belonged to his master. He was Seni’s Special Assistant and he had come to love his job. The door of the aircraft opened and the ladder stretched itself down. Seni descended with Freddie on his heels. They walked briskly across the tarmac to the section where his car was waiting. It was a bright day, the type that was good for any kind of business. Seni had just returned from a two-day visit to Yaoundé, Cameroun. He had been to the central African country on business and had concluded plans to build a giant, ultra-modern shopping plaza in the city. He was happy it was another successful business outing. As he got close to his Mercedes Benz S-Class, Taju, the guy that had come with the driver, quickly opened the rear, right door for him. ‘Welcome, sir,’ Taju greeted. ‘Yeah, thanks.’ Seni sat on the seat and the door was gently closed. Freddie joined him at the back seat while Taju went to sit beside the driver at the front. The S450 twin turbo v-6 engine of the car came alive. The automatic gear was engaged and the car glided forwarded. The vehicle had a Driver Assistant package that aided semi-autonomous driving mode, a 360-degree exterior camera system, power side window sun shades for the rear seat, and keyless entry with push-button start. The infortainment features included navigation, USB and Bluetooth connectivity, SiriusXM satellite radio, Apple Carplay and Android Auto, and a wireless smartphone charging pad. The features were all what Seni desired. One of his phones rang. It was his wife – the first one – on the line. ‘Hello, honey,’ she greeted. ‘Are you back in Lagos?’ ‘Yes. Just came in couple of minutes ago.’ ‘Welcome. Hope the trip was not stressful.’ ‘No. All went well.’ ‘I’m glad to hear that. I miss you so much, and I’m expecting you tonight.’ He smiled at the phone. ‘Alright, my dear.’ At the close of work, Donald drove to the club at the G.R.A. He was a regular face there, and that suited him well. This time around, he ordered for lager beer. The barbecue would still be taken, but champagne could take a back seat tonight. He took his beer and savored the tastes of the spicy meats. His phone beeped. ‘I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it,’ Tina said across the line. He was disappointed. ‘You should’ve told me earlier.’ |
Religion / Re: The Missing Soulmate (A Faith-based Story) by LoveToRead: 12:46pm On Nov 14, 2023 |
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Literature / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 12:36pm On Nov 14, 2023 |
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Romance / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 12:34pm On Nov 14, 2023 |
She smiled at him. ‘I mean she’s not completely happy with you, or is she?’ How did she know that? To what extent did she know? He found himself asking in his mind. ‘What made you come to that conclusion?’ he said. ‘Let’s just say I’m quite good in discerning things. Let me ask you, are you really pleased with her? Do you still love her?’ Donald was still on his feet. Maybe it was better if he sat down. He moved back to the chair. ‘Sit down, please,’ she offered. He was back on the seat where he had sat down. ‘Do you know why I’m asking all these?’ she asked. He sighed. ‘No, I don’t, and as a matter of fact, I was wondering why you were asking. She nodded. ‘I asked before I realized you and I were in a similar situation.’ He raised his brow. Really? ‘How?’ ‘I’m not happy with my relationship. Neither are you happy with yours.’ Briefly, he thought over what she said. It was news to him that she was not happy in her relationship. How could she say that? She had married a billionaire and had become a heiress to fortune. Many ladies would do all they could do to find themselves in her shoes, so what could make her unhappy? As for the aspect that he was not happy in his relationship, that was not very true. It was his wife that was not happy. To him, he was simply having a good time with the ladies he frolicked around with. But if Benita wanted to believe that it was he that ‘was not happy with the union,’ then let her believe whatever she chose to believe. ‘You’re not happy in your relationship?’ he asked. She shook her head. ‘No, I’m not.’ ‘Even with all the wealth at your disposal?’ She shook her head again. ‘Even with all the wealth. Sometimes, what gives happiness goes beyond wealth.’ He pursed his lips. Just what was this lady driving at? He suddenly realized that he had to be very careful with her. Her husband was not only his boss, but his employer. He must tread carefully. She smiled at him again. ‘Thank you for your time, Mr. Donald Ariyo. Have a nice day.’ He was surprised. Why, he had just thought he was in for a warm conversation. Surely, this lady had whims. He stood up and nodded. ‘And you too.’ This time, he walked slowly out of her office. Imagined or not, he felt she smiled at his back. |
Literature / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 4:03pm On Oct 12, 2023 |
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Romance / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 3:34pm On Oct 12, 2023 |
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Romance / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 12:21am On Aug 23, 2023 |
“Oh, I can see that you’re already having a nice time.’’ “Yeah. Join me.’’ That was why she had come around in the first place. Tina was soon taking drinks and the spicy meats with him. “How are the fashions shows and the coverage going?’’ he asked. “Fine. Did I tell you that Daniella Fashions has a show tomorrow?’’ Don shook his head. He was not a fashion freak. How was he supposed to know about that? Tina went on to talk about how interesting the outing would be. He nodded, but he was barely listening. His mind went to his place of work. At Seni Group of Companies, a conglomerate of companies that was into construction, estate, hotel management, tourism, and oil and gas, he was the Finance Director. In that position, he had interacted with many ladies, many of whom he described as interesting. Despite his love for women, he had succeeded in maintaining some decorum at his place of work. His ladies always came from “outside’’, just like the case of Tina. Two hours later, he was ready to leave the club. He went to settle his bills with the POS, just like he had been doing recently. “Here, we go.’’ He steered Tina out of the building to the club car park where his car glistered under the security lights. Since his official driver had been dismissed about five p.m., he would have to be the one to drive. He opened the Toyota Avalon and slid behind the wheel. “Let’s go to our love nest for real actions,’’ he said as he started the car and drove it towards the exit gate of the club. Rita knew what he meant by that. “I’m sorry I’m in a kind of hurry,’’ she said. He looked surprised. “Hurry to go where?’’ “Home. My boyfriend expects me in his place tonight.’’ He didn’t like that answer. It was true that there was no “string attached’’ in the relationship, but using the boyfriend as an excuse not to have intimate time with him would not be accepted. The Heart Robber: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-heart-robber/54475 |
Literature / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 12:21am On Aug 23, 2023 |
“Oh, I can see that you’re already having a nice time.’’ “Yeah. Join me.’’ That was why she had come around in the first place. Tina was soon taking drinks and the spicy meats with him. “How are the fashions shows and the coverage going?’’ he asked. “Fine. Did I tell you that Daniella Fashions has a show tomorrow?’’ Don shook his head. He was not a fashion freak. How was he supposed to know about that? Tina went on to talk about how interesting the outing would be. He nodded, but he was barely listening. His mind went to his place of work. At Seni Group of Companies, a conglomerate of companies that was into construction, estate, hotel management, tourism, and oil and gas, he was the Finance Director. In that position, he had interacted with many ladies, many of whom he described as interesting. Despite his love for women, he had succeeded in maintaining some decorum at his place of work. His ladies always came from “outside’’, just like the case of Tina. Two hours later, he was ready to leave the club. He went to settle his bills with the POS, just like he had been doing recently. “Here, we go.’’ He steered Tina out of the building to the club car park where his car glistered under the security lights. Since his official driver had been dismissed about five p.m., he would have to be the one to drive. He opened the Toyota Avalon and slid behind the wheel. “Let’s go to our love nest for real actions,’’ he said as he started the car and drove it towards the exit gate of the club. Rita knew what he meant by that. “I’m sorry I’m in a kind of hurry,’’ she said. He looked surprised. “Hurry to go where?’’ “Home. My boyfriend expects me in his place tonight.’’ He didn’t like that answer. It was true that there was no “string attached’’ in the relationship, but using the boyfriend as an excuse not to have intimate time with him would not be accepted. The Heart Robber: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-heart-robber/54475 1 Like |
Romance / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 11:20am On Aug 20, 2023 |
Where was the “unadulterated love’’ he had professed for her? In another part of the G.R.A, Donald Ariyo breezed inside The Gold-Plated Club few minutes after seven p.m. The night club provided deserved relaxation and privacy for him after the day’s job. At the bar, he ordered for champagne. Donald Ariyo was a connoisseur who would always give kudos to Dom Perignon for finding a way to preserve the effervescence of wine and maintaining the sparkling. He preferred the brut nature, the one without sugar. But his relaxation would not be complete without the barbecue. He always went for the one with variety of meat, and with thick and sweet sauce. This he savored with his drinks. Thirty minutes after he arrived at the club, Tina came to join him. “Hello, dear. Sorry to keep you waiting,’’ she said, an apologetic grin on her face. He gave her a short smile. She was always coming late for her appointment, and she was always apologizing. Tina was a fashion journalist with a cable television. He had met her about two months ago at a social event organized by one of his friends. At forty -two, Donald was “happily’’ married with two daughters, but that would not stop him from having flings now and then. But, perhaps it was an overstatement to describe him as “happily’’ married. Married, yes, but the element of happiness had long ceased to be part of the marriage. On her part, Mide would have been a loving and submissive wife. She was a beautiful nurse who looked at her children with pride. What she found appalling was her husband’s indefatigable tendency to philander. In the first ten years of marriage, Donald was not like that. Then, sweet Donald appeared to be the sweetest of a dream sweetheart. Now, his philandering act was so much she was not sure he would not even go for a plastic doll that wore nice skirt. “You’re welcome,’’ he told Tina. “Oh, I can see that you’re already having a nice time.’’ “Yeah. Join me.’’ The Heart Robber: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-heart-robber/54475 |
Literature / Re: The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 11:19am On Aug 20, 2023 |
Where was the “unadulterated love’’ he had professed for her? In another part of the G.R.A, Donald Ariyo breezed inside The Gold-Plated Club few minutes after seven p.m. The night club provided deserved relaxation and privacy for him after the day’s job. At the bar, he ordered for champagne. Donald Ariyo was a connoisseur who would always give kudos to Dom Perignon for finding a way to preserve the effervescence of wine and maintaining the sparkling. He preferred the brut nature, the one without sugar. But his relaxation would not be complete without the barbecue. He always went for the one with variety of meat, and with thick and sweet sauce. This he savored with his drinks. Thirty minutes after he arrived at the club, Tina came to join him. “Hello, dear. Sorry to keep you waiting,’’ she said, an apologetic grin on her face. He gave her a short smile. She was always coming late for her appointment, and she was always apologizing. Tina was a fashion journalist with a cable television. He had met her about two months ago at a social event organized by one of his friends. At forty -two, Donald was “happily’’ married with two daughters, but that would not stop him from having flings now and then. But, perhaps it was an overstatement to describe him as “happily’’ married. Married, yes, but the element of happiness had long ceased to be part of the marriage. On her part, Mide would have been a loving and submissive wife. She was a beautiful nurse who looked at her children with pride. What she found appalling was her husband’s indefatigable tendency to philander. In the first ten years of marriage, Donald was not like that. Then, sweet Donald appeared to be the sweetest of a dream sweetheart. Now, his philandering act was so much she was not sure he would not even go for a plastic doll that wore nice skirt. “You’re welcome,’’ he told Tina. “Oh, I can see that you’re already having a nice time.’’ “Yeah. Join me.’’ The Heart Robber: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-heart-robber/54475 |
Romance / The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 12:51pm On Aug 19, 2023 |
Good day, 👍 dear friends. Happy reading. The Heart Robber Teni has many things going well for him. He enjoys affuence and connection. He also enjoys lush love with Benita until an intruder steals her heart and things are never the same again. The Heart Robber “Yes, come in,’’ Benita said. The door was opened and she stepped inside. “Welcome, madam,’’ Ini, the house girl greeted. “How’re you?’’ “Fine. I want to ask about the food I should prepare.’’ It was wonted of Ini to ask that question once the madam of the house returned from work. “I don’t think I need any food this evening,’’ Benita replied. “Just get me a pack of apple fruits juice and some peanuts. That will be alright.’’ “Yes, ma.’’ Ini nodded and made to leave the room. “Wait,’’ Benita said quickly. Teni had said he would be coming tonight. She picked her phone and called him. After many rings, he picked the phone. “Hello, love,’’ she said. “What should the maid prepare for your dinner?’’ “Oh, I was about to call you. Sorry, I’m still with the senator. I won’t be able to come again tonight.’’ “Oh?’’ “Yes. Sorry about that. See you tomorrow morning.’’ “Okay, dear. Goodnight.’’ “Yeah. Goodnight.’’ She disconnected the line and turned to Ini. “Alright. You can get what I asked you to get for me.’’ “Yes, madam.’’ Ini left the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. Despite the fact that her mistress asked for a fruit juice pack, she ensured that there were also a pack of pine apple fruit juice and orange fruit juice. She also took a packet of crunchy peanuts, set the items on a small tray, added a glass cup and took the tray to the dining table. Benita was miffed that Teni would not be coming this evening. For the past six months she had been married to him, she could count the number of times they had slept together on her fingers. It had been a lush affair being married to a multi-millionaire like him. She had been living in luxury; which was what she had always longed for. But there was this deficiency of his not always being around. One factor responsible for this was the fact that he already had a wife. Yes, he already had a wife and three grown up kids. His first family, she realized to her chagrin, still played prime role in his life. The second factor was his busy schedules. He was always meeting business partners and going on business trips. The business aspects were not bad as they were bringing in more wealth and comfort. But must he do these to her detriments? Must he subject her to lonely nights all because he had some other commitments? Where was the “unadulterated love’’ he had professed for her? The Heart Robber: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-heart-robber/54475
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Literature / The Heart Robber by LoveToRead: 12:44pm On Aug 19, 2023 |
Good day, 👍 dear friends. Happy reading. The Heart Robber Teni has many things going well for him. He enjoys affuence and connection. He also enjoys lush love with Benita until an intruder steals her heart and things are never the same again. The Heart Robber “Yes, come in,’’ Benita said. The door was opened and she stepped inside. “Welcome, madam,’’ Ini, the house girl greeted. “How’re you?’’ “Fine. I want to ask about the food I should prepare.’’ It was wonted of Ini to ask that question once the madam of the house returned from work. “I don’t think I need any food this evening,’’ Benita replied. “Just get me a pack of apple fruits juice and some peanuts. That will be alright.’’ “Yes, ma.’’ Ini nodded and made to leave the room. “Wait,’’ Benita said quickly. Teni had said he would be coming tonight. She picked her phone and called him. After many rings, he picked the phone. “Hello, love,’’ she said. “What should the maid prepare for your dinner?’’ “Oh, I was about to call you. Sorry, I’m still with the senator. I won’t be able to come again tonight.’’ “Oh?’’ “Yes. Sorry about that. See you tomorrow morning.’’ “Okay, dear. Goodnight.’’ “Yeah. Goodnight.’’ She disconnected the line and turned to Ini. “Alright. You can get what I asked you to get for me.’’ “Yes, madam.’’ Ini left the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. Despite the fact that her mistress asked for a fruit juice pack, she ensured that there were also a pack of pine apple fruit juice and orange fruit juice. She also took a packet of crunchy peanuts, set the items on a small tray, added a glass cup and took the tray to the dining table. Benita was miffed that Teni would not be coming this evening. For the past six months she had been married to him, she could count the number of times they had slept together on her fingers. It had been a lush affair being married to a multi-millionaire like him. She had been living in luxury; which was what she had always longed for. But there was this deficiency of his not always being around. One factor responsible for this was the fact that he already had a wife. Yes, he already had a wife and three grown up kids. His first family, she realized to her chagrin, still played prime role in his life. The second factor was his busy schedules. He was always meeting business partners and going on business trips. The business aspects were not bad as they were bringing in more wealth and comfort. But must he do these to her detriments? Must he subject her to lonely nights all because he had some other commitments? Where was the “unadulterated love’’ he had professed for her? The Heart Robber: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/the-heart-robber/54475
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Romance / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 11:18am On Aug 16, 2023 |
Hmn, we thank God. So, you don't want any pay for all you've done on the documents?’ ‘No, ma. No sweat.’ She smiled again and stood up. ‘Alright, Alex. Thank you for your time. Have a nice weekend.’ I felt that was rather abrupt, but who was I to complain? ‘Thank you, ma’am.’ I stood up and bade her good bye.��� As I made my way back to my place of abode, I wondered if I had said and done the right thing. Things went on normally for the rest of that day. The following day was Sunday. As usual, I was in the church as early as six a.m. Other workers later started coming in. I remained in the good books of the G.O and his wife, as they kept commending my efforts. The two services ran smoothly. After every member had gone, the head pastor (the G.O) said he would like to see me in his office. I went to meet him in his cozy office, which was not far from mine. Well done, sir, I curtsied. Thank you, brother Alex. (the pastor liked to call me brother Alex, though he should be of my fathers age). Please, sit down. I sat down and looked at him expectantly. Yes, brother Alex. Its Madam Da Rocha that reported your matter to me. My mind went into frenzy. What did she say I did? What went wrong? What could make the matter to be so serious that she would re-port it to the pastor? Unconsciously, I realized I had become nervous and anxious. The G.O sensed my apprehension. He smiled. Its okay, brother Alex. What she said about you was positive. I was relieved, though still a little bit anxious. I understand that you go to her house frequently; that you take her daughter in home lesson. Yes yes, sir. She said she was really impressed with your performance. She came to meet me for a request. That request is that we should relieve you from being our church administration. Again, my mind went into turmoil. What kind of request was that? What did I do wrong? My mouth was dry but I managed to look straight and unruffled. She requested that you should drop this work so that you'll work for her as P.A. I stared for few moments without saying a word. Now this Madam B would not stop amazing me. She had that kind of desire, yet she did not hint me! She went ahead to tell the pastor, thus creating some tension in me! This Madam B, ehn! |
Literature / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 11:13am On Aug 16, 2023 |
Hmn, we thank God. So, you don't want any pay for all you've done on the documents?’ ‘No, ma. No sweat.’ She smiled again and stood up. ‘Alright, Alex. Thank you for your time. Have a nice weekend.’ I felt that was rather abrupt, but who was I to complain? ‘Thank you, ma’am.’ I stood up and bade her good bye.��� As I made my way back to my place of abode, I wondered if I had said and done the right thing. Things went on normally for the rest of that day. The following day was Sunday. As usual, I was in the church as early as six a.m. Other workers later started coming in. I remained in the good books of the G.O and his wife, as they kept commending my efforts. The two services ran smoothly. After every member had gone, the head pastor (the G.O) said he would like to see me in his office. I went to meet him in his cozy office, which was not far from mine. Well done, sir, I curtsied. Thank you, brother Alex. (the pastor liked to call me brother Alex, though he should be of my fathers age). Please, sit down. I sat down and looked at him expectantly. Yes, brother Alex. Its Madam Da Rocha that reported your matter to me. My mind went into frenzy. What did she say I did? What went wrong? What could make the matter to be so serious that she would re-port it to the pastor? Unconsciously, I realized I had become nervous and anxious. The G.O sensed my apprehension. He smiled. Its okay, brother Alex. What she said about you was positive. I was relieved, though still a little bit anxious. I understand that you go to her house frequently; that you take her daughter in home lesson. Yes yes, sir. She said she was really impressed with your performance. She came to meet me for a request. That request is that we should relieve you from being our church administration. Again, my mind went into turmoil. What kind of request was that? What did I do wrong? My mouth was dry but I managed to look straight and unruffled. She requested that you should drop this work so that you'll work for her as P.A. I stared for few moments without saying a word. Now this Madam B would not stop amazing me. She had that kind of desire, yet she did not hint me! She went ahead to tell the pastor, thus creating some tension in me! This Madam B, ehn! 1 Like |
Romance / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 12:36pm On Aug 06, 2023 |
The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate. 'Make I go get am for you.' He scratched his head and awaited her nod. 'No, no.' Janet would not want to bother him. 'Let me do it myself. Besides, I want to tell him something.' She moved the gate aside herself and went inside. Without bothering to knock, she opened the sitting room door and stepped inside. The scene she saw shocked her. Right there on the three-seater, Emma was on top of a lady. They were half naked and he was smooching all over her. 'What! What's going on? Emma, what are you doing?' Her eyes were wide in surprise. He paused in doing what he was doing but did not say a word. He was probably too surprised to say a thing. 'And who's this? How dare you enter without knocking!' The lady that was with him was full of admonition. She glared at Janet. Janet looked at Emma again but he remained mute. She had no business with the lady, so she decided to ignore her. Emma and the lady still remained as they were, without bothering to cover up their semi unclothedness. Shameless lot, Janet thought. She remembered she had come there to pick something. 'Sorry, I actually came to pick my phone. I forgot it.' The phone was still where she had left it. She picked it up and without any ado left them to their shame. She went back to her car and zoomed off. Oh God! Her mind was in disarray. How could Emma behave like this? How could he bring another lady into the house? Emma had terribly disappointed her. How long had he been doing that? She had left the house just about half an hour ago; and within that short time, he had brought another girl! Janet reflected over her past relationships. They all seemed not to last. In fact, that was an understatement: all her previous serious relationships did not last. The longest was four months. Why? The fault was never hers. This very one for example, was it her fault that she caught them in that lascivious position? Before she met Emma, there was Niyi who had looked so smooth and promising. Janet had thought she would end up being his wife. A call to his number one evening shattered the idea. It was a lady that had picked his call. 'Is that Janet?' The voice was cold, to say the least. 'Yes, please. I'll like to speak with Niyi.' Source: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/victims-of-passion/26851 |
Romance / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 11:49am On Aug 06, 2023 |
Good, lets see your reports. I presented the reports and explained my observations. She listened keenly, without saying a word. Even after I had finished giving my observations, she was silent for some moments. Madam B sighed. Wherere the notes you wrote, she finally spoke. Here, maam. She took the jotter from me and read the comprehensive report I had written. She took her time, as if she was studying the contents. I waited. She nodded. This is good, Alex. Well done. You have done a good job. I smiled modestly. Thank you, maam. She put the documents in the file and placed the file on the glass stool close to her. ���Sit down, Alex’ I chose a seat not far from her. ‘Tell me about yourself,’ she said. I was surprised. ‘About myself?��� ‘Yes.’ I raked my brain. What did she want to know about me? What could possibly be interesting about my life? ���I don’t know where to start, ma’am.’ ‘Start from your childhood,’ she urged. I cleared my throat and told her about my growing up, from primary to college and to the university. I told her about my meeting Enny when I was in the university and how we had struck intimacy since then. I also told her how Enny had been supportive and our future plans. She listened raptly as if what I was saying was very interesting. After I had finished, I looked at her eagerly. Do you really want to marry her or youre just playing her? Just playing Enny? No, maam. Im serious with her. I really want to marry her. She nodded again. Thats good. So, when are you planning the wedding? I was delighted to hear that. As soon as possible. Im saving towards renting a place of my own, even if its a mini flat. After that, she and I can now properly plan the wedding. Thats good, she said again. Her eyes went to the file she put on the stool. How much are you charging me for the service you rendered on those documents? I nearly chuckled Oh, that. Dont worry, maam. Dont pay anything on that. Youve already been so good to me, and I really appreciate all youre doing maam. Hmn, we thank God. So, you dont want any pay for all youve done on the documents?’ ‘No, ma. No sweat.’ She smiled again and stood up. |
Literature / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 11:48am On Aug 06, 2023 |
Good, lets see your reports. I presented the reports and explained my observations. She listened keenly, without saying a word. Even after I had finished giving my observations, she was silent for some moments. Madam B sighed. Wherere the notes you wrote, she finally spoke. Here, maam. She took the jotter from me and read the comprehensive report I had written. She took her time, as if she was studying the contents. I waited. She nodded. This is good, Alex. Well done. You have done a good job. I smiled modestly. Thank you, maam. She put the documents in the file and placed the file on the glass stool close to her. ���Sit down, Alex’ I chose a seat not far from her. ‘Tell me about yourself,’ she said. I was surprised. ‘About myself?��� ‘Yes.’ I raked my brain. What did she want to know about me? What could possibly be interesting about my life? ���I don’t know where to start, ma’am.’ ‘Start from your childhood,’ she urged. I cleared my throat and told her about my growing up, from primary to college and to the university. I told her about my meeting Enny when I was in the university and how we had struck intimacy since then. I also told her how Enny had been supportive and our future plans. She listened raptly as if what I was saying was very interesting. After I had finished, I looked at her eagerly. Do you really want to marry her or youre just playing her? Just playing Enny? No, maam. Im serious with her. I really want to marry her. She nodded again. Thats good. So, when are you planning the wedding? I was delighted to hear that. As soon as possible. Im saving towards renting a place of my own, even if its a mini flat. After that, she and I can now properly plan the wedding. Thats good, she said again. Her eyes went to the file she put on the stool. How much are you charging me for the service you rendered on those documents? I nearly chuckled Oh, that. Dont worry, maam. Dont pay anything on that. Youve already been so good to me, and I really appreciate all youre doing maam. Hmn, we thank God. So, you dont want any pay for all youve done on the documents?’ ‘No, ma. No sweat.’ She smiled again and stood up. 1 Like |
Romance / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 4:49pm On Jul 22, 2023 |
Janet smiled at him. She was no longer a stranger there. She drove into the compound. Emma came to meet her as she was stepping out of the car. 'My baby.' He was obviously glad to see her. He came over to give a kiss. Taking her right hand, he ushered her into the expansive sitting room downstairs. Bottles of wine and champagne were already set on the center glass table. 'I was already expecting you.' He felt there was need to explain the scene. 'I can see that.' When she saw that the bottles of exotic drinks were indeed many, she became curious. 'Are you celebrating anything?' 'Yes.' He laughed. 'Having you around calls for celebration. Take your choice.' He pointed at the drinks. 'Any that is good with the least content of alcohol.' Any where she went, she always showed that taking alcohol was not her passion. He opened one of them with a plop as if there was need to make a toast. He then filled the glasses and handled one to her. 'To the flavour of a beautiful relationship.' He raised his glass up. They clinked glasses. She took a sip to sample the taste. It was good. She looked at him with a smile. She had no doubt that the drinks were very expensive. Maybe he was a connoisseur. Janet did not fancy exotic drinks, but would really not mind to have it moderately if the taste was good. They drank and chatted on this and that. 'Don't you think we should retire to the bedroom? Let me show you one or two things there.' There was a suggestive grin on his face. 'No o. This place is better. No need to go to any other place.' Her soft protest was significant. 'You mean you won't mind having the action here?' He laughed over his bawdy comment. 'I'm not talking about anything like that. Let's just chat for today.' 'Maybe I should try to put you in the mood.' His right hand went to her chest suggestively as he wrapped his left one around her body. 'No. I didn't come for anything like that today. Don't even attempt to do that because the mood won't come.' 'What happens to the mood? Why is it always on flight?' He seemed to be discontent. 'We've done it only once, and that was about three weeks ago.' 'Yes. You should be satisfied, shouldn't you? It's not food, is it?' Try as much as he did, he could not get her to do what he wanted. They talked about other matters. She could see that he was not pleased with her refusal, but he should try to live with that, she thought. When it was after one, she stood up to go. He forced a grin and accompanied her to her car. 'Thanks for the warm reception. You treated me like a queen.' She gave him a peck. 'You're welcome.' He waved at her and she drove off. She joined the main road and drove towards Maryland. She could have driven straight to join Ipaja road, but she wanted to do a little shopping at the shopping complex in Maryland. It was the same complex he had met Emma. She bought the laundry items she wanted to buy and realized that her phone was not in her bag. She remembered that she had put it on the armrest of the chair she sat on in his sitting-room. She paid for the items she bought and drove back to Emma's place. Instead of driving inside the house, she parked by the gate and got down from the car. The security man was surprised to see her again. 'Sorry, I forgot my phone. I've come back to pick it.' She smiled apologetically. 'Your phone?' The question came as if he had not heard her well. 'Yes.' The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate. |
Literature / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 4:46pm On Jul 22, 2023 |
Literature / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 4:41pm On Jul 22, 2023 |
Janet smiled at him. She was no longer a stranger there. She drove into the compound. Emma came to meet her as she was stepping out of the car. 'My baby.' He was obviously glad to see her. He came over to give a kiss. Taking her right hand, he ushered her into the expansive sitting room downstairs. Bottles of wine and champagne were already set on the center glass table. 'I was already expecting you.' He felt there was need to explain the scene. 'I can see that.' When she saw that the bottles of exotic drinks were indeed many, she became curious. 'Are you celebrating anything?' 'Yes.' He laughed. 'Having you around calls for celebration. Take your choice.' He pointed at the drinks. 'Any that is good with the least content of alcohol.' Any where she went, she always showed that taking alcohol was not her passion. He opened one of them with a plop as if there was need to make a toast. He then filled the glasses and handled one to her. 'To the flavour of a beautiful relationship.' He raised his glass up. They clinked glasses. She took a sip to sample the taste. It was good. She looked at him with a smile. She had no doubt that the drinks were very expensive. Maybe he was a connoisseur. Janet did not fancy exotic drinks, but would really not mind to have it moderately if the taste was good. They drank and chatted on this and that. 'Don't you think we should retire to the bedroom? Let me show you one or two things there.' There was a suggestive grin on his face. 'No o. This place is better. No need to go to any other place.' Her soft protest was significant. 'You mean you won't mind having the action here?' He laughed over his bawdy comment. 'I'm not talking about anything like that. Let's just chat for today.' 'Maybe I should try to put you in the mood.' His right hand went to her chest suggestively as he wrapped his left one around her body. 'No. I didn't come for anything like that today. Don't even attempt to do that because the mood won't come.' 'What happens to the mood? Why is it always on flight?' He seemed to be discontent. 'We've done it only once, and that was about three weeks ago.' 'Yes. You should be satisfied, shouldn't you? It's not food, is it?' Try as much as he did, he could not get her to do what he wanted. They talked about other matters. She could see that he was not pleased with her refusal, but he should try to live with that, she thought. When it was after one, she stood up to go. He forced a grin and accompanied her to her car. 'Thanks for the warm reception. You treated me like a queen.' She gave him a peck. 'You're welcome.' He waved at her and she drove off. She joined the main road and drove towards Maryland. She could have driven straight to join Ipaja road, but she wanted to do a little shopping at the shopping complex in Maryland. It was the same complex he had met Emma. She bought the laundry items she wanted to buy and realized that her phone was not in her bag. She remembered that she had put it on the armrest of the chair she sat on in his sitting-room. She paid for the items she bought and drove back to Emma's place. Instead of driving inside the house, she parked by the gate and got down from the car. The security man was surprised to see her again. 'Sorry, I forgot my phone. I've come back to pick it.' She smiled apologetically. 'Your phone?' The question came as if he had not heard her well. 'Yes.' The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate. 1 Like |
Romance / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 4:31pm On Jul 22, 2023 |
Didnt Madam B say there would be nothing like sex in the bar-gain? Did she not expressly state the fact that she admired my decency? So, why was I here, alone with her, in the bedroom? I could feel her soft hand as she held my hand. Come over here, she said. Meekly, like someone without a will of his own, I followed her. Chapter Three She led me to the desk. Here, sit down. As I sat down, a sigh of inexplicable relief came out of my breath. I started breathing properly again. She stood by the table side and opened one of the files. I have a task for you, and I have no doubt you are capable. From the file, she brought out three documents that were spiral bound. See, these documents are reports of companies activities. They are general reports, not just records of figures. I want you to read the reports, note all the figures that are mentioned, see if there are discrepancies and write your observations on each of the documents in one page. I know this is the work of a personal assistant, but dont worry, youll be paid for your efforts and time. You can do it, cant you? I wasnt an accountant, neither was I a guru in financial reports or analyses, but if it was just to read, spot errors and summarize in one page, I should be able to do that. Ill try my best, maam, I told Madam B. She smiled and nodded. I know youll do it. Alright, go ahead. She soon left me to do some other things. I shook my head in amazement. This woman would not stop amazing me. If you were a man, and a woman led you to her bedroom, what would you think about? Dont blame me for thinking dirty. Well, it was okay that reading reports was the task she had for me. I was even glad by that, since I was not sensuously inclined. I set to do the work. The first document had about fifty pages, the second one had fifty-five page, while the third - thank God - had twenty pages. In between, I could see madam opening her wardrobe, going inside an attached room, which I guessed would be the bathroom, and taking her bath. While she was still in the bathroom, I paused in my work to look around the large bedroom. From where I was sitting, I could see that she had her purse on the bed, and I could see some clothes she left there. I remained on my seat and continued reading the reports. The door leading to the bedroom opened and Sophia came in. Good morning, uncle Alex. Good morning, Sophia. She didnt seem surprised to see me there; as a matter of fact, it seemed she expected to see me in that place at that very time. Her mother must have told her I would be there. Wheres mum? she asked. In the bathroom, I guess. She went to the bathroom and without knocking, opened it and went to meet her mother. I shook my head. This mother and daughter had peculiar character. Sophia soon came out and left the room. I read the documents thoroughly and put down my notes on a jotter on the table. Madam B came out of the bathroom with only towel wrapped from her chest down. I must say she was quite distracting me, but I tried to look indifferent and be engrossed in the work. At a point, I wanted to ask her if I could take the documents with me to the study room downstairs and continue the work there. Dont you think you should take the documents to the study-room downstairs, and continue the work there? Madam asked. It was as if she was reading my mind. Yes, maam. I put the documents in the file and moved towards the door. You can find your way to the study-room, cant you? she asked. Of course, I could. Yes maam. I left her room and went downstairs. Again, I felt relieved. I went back to work and got really busy. The housemaid came to ask me what I would like to take for breakfast, but I declined the offer. All the same, she brought tea, orange juice and toasted bread. I took the breakfast and continued with the work the same time. After three hours, I concluded the task and rounded up my notes. By then, Madam too had come down to the lounging-room. She had some visitors, so I decided to wait in the study-room. I had not seen Sophia since she came to the bedroom when I was there. Maybe, she went out. After the visitors in the sitting-room had left, I went there to see Madam B. How far with the work, Alex? I smiled briefly. Im through with it, madam. Good, lets see your reports. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 4:18pm On Jul 22, 2023 |
Didnt Madam B say there would be nothing like sex in the bar-gain? Did she not expressly state the fact that she admired my decency? So, why was I here, alone with her, in the bedroom? I could feel her soft hand as she held my hand. Come over here, she said. Meekly, like someone without a will of his own, I followed her. Chapter Three She led me to the desk. Here, sit down. As I sat down, a sigh of inexplicable relief came out of my breath. I started breathing properly again. She stood by the table side and opened one of the files. I have a task for you, and I have no doubt you are capable. From the file, she brought out three documents that were spiral bound. See, these documents are reports of companies activities. They are general reports, not just records of figures. I want you to read the reports, note all the figures that are mentioned, see if there are discrepancies and write your observations on each of the documents in one page. I know this is the work of a personal assistant, but dont worry, youll be paid for your efforts and time. You can do it, cant you? I wasnt an accountant, neither was I a guru in financial reports or analyses, but if it was just to read, spot errors and summarize in one page, I should be able to do that. Ill try my best, maam, I told Madam B. She smiled and nodded. I know youll do it. Alright, go ahead. She soon left me to do some other things. I shook my head in amazement. This woman would not stop amazing me. If you were a man, and a woman led you to her bedroom, what would you think about? Dont blame me for thinking dirty. Well, it was okay that reading reports was the task she had for me. I was even glad by that, since I was not sensuously inclined. I set to do the work. The first document had about fifty pages, the second one had fifty-five page, while the third - thank God - had twenty pages. In between, I could see madam opening her wardrobe, going inside an attached room, which I guessed would be the bathroom, and taking her bath. While she was still in the bathroom, I paused in my work to look around the large bedroom. From where I was sitting, I could see that she had her purse on the bed, and I could see some clothes she left there. I remained on my seat and continued reading the reports. The door leading to the bedroom opened and Sophia came in. Good morning, uncle Alex. Good morning, Sophia. She didnt seem surprised to see me there; as a matter of fact, it seemed she expected to see me in that place at that very time. Her mother must have told her I would be there. Wheres mum? she asked. In the bathroom, I guess. She went to the bathroom and without knocking, opened it and went to meet her mother. I shook my head. This mother and daughter had peculiar character. Sophia soon came out and left the room. I read the documents thoroughly and put down my notes on a jotter on the table. Madam B came out of the bathroom with only towel wrapped from her chest down. I must say she was quite distracting me, but I tried to look indifferent and be engrossed in the work. At a point, I wanted to ask her if I could take the documents with me to the study room downstairs and continue the work there. Dont you think you should take the documents to the study-room downstairs, and continue the work there? Madam asked. It was as if she was reading my mind. Yes, maam. I put the documents in the file and moved towards the door. You can find your way to the study-room, cant you? she asked. Of course, I could. Yes maam. I left her room and went downstairs. Again, I felt relieved. I went back to work and got really busy. The housemaid came to ask me what I would like to take for breakfast, but I declined the offer. All the same, she brought tea, orange juice and toasted bread. I took the breakfast and continued with the work the same time. After three hours, I concluded the task and rounded up my notes. By then, Madam too had come down to the lounging-room. She had some visitors, so I decided to wait in the study-room. I had not seen Sophia since she came to the bedroom when I was there. Maybe, she went out. After the visitors in the sitting-room had left, I went there to see Madam B. How far with the work, Alex? I smiled briefly. Im through with it, madam. Good, lets see your reports. |
Romance / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 10:39am On Jun 27, 2023 |
‘Oh come on,’ I said indignantly. ‘If there’s anything between us, will I be showing you all these?’ That seemed to make sense a bit, but she still looked uncertain. ‘But why is she buying all these for you?’ she asked. ‘What does she want from you?’ I knew I dared not give her the true answer. I decided to play smart. ‘I think she just likes me. She says I’ve been teaching her daughter well. I think it’s because I’ve been doing the work well.’ She sighed. I knew she was not totally convinced. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown her the gifts. But she would still see them when I wore them and would raise eyebrow. I was like a gold fish that had no hiding place. Henceforth, I decided that I would be very smart in the way I handled Enny. I would eat my cake and still have it, I decided. That weekend, Saturday morning, about seven a.m., Madam Bimpe Da Rocha ( henceforth, I will refer to her as Madam B) called my num-ber. I was just loitering around the house, thinking of what to do with my time that Saturday morning when her call came through. ‘Good morning, Alex.’ Her voice was cool and soothing. ‘Are you very busy?’ ‘Er, not exactly, ma’am.’ ‘Can you come over?’ ‘You mean to your house, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ Since I had nothing to do that morning, why not? ‘Okay, ma’am,. I’ll soon come over.’ I wondered why she wanted me to come to her place as I took my bath. Could it be that she wanted Sofia to have extra lesson? Could it be that she had a special task for me? Well, don’t worry, man, I told my-self. You would soon know. I told the wife of my uncle I would be going to the church. Since I did not know the exact thing I would be doing in madam���s house, I felt I should not mention her place. I realized that I had started lying. I arrived at the gate of Madam B’s house eight a.m. She was in the expansive sitting-room, still in her night dress. ‘There you are. How’re you?’ she greeted. I curtsied. ‘Good morning, ma’am.’ ‘Good morning. Hope your coming is not so inconvenient?’ ‘No, ma’am. It’s okay.’ ‘Come, let me show you something upstairs.’ She stood and I followed her to the staircase. My heart was beating fast. It was the first time I would be going up to the first floor. We got to a large passageway. The whole floor had marble tiles, and everything smelled fresh. There were doors, leading to different rooms. We went to the last door to the right. She opened it and stepped inside. I followed her inside. She closed the door to my back. It was a large bedroom, the largest I had ever seen in my life, so far. At the edge of the room was a king size bed. There were long wardrobes. Towards the right side of the bed was a small desk and a chair. There was a laptop, an i-pad and some files of documents on the table. The room smelt as if an exotic female perfume had just been sprayed there. As I stood and looked around the large, room, my heart beat increased. I was more curious than eager. But why did she bring me to the bedroom? I asked myself. Didn’t Madam B say there would be nothing like sex in the bar-gain? Did she not expressly state the fact that she admired my ‘decency’? So, why was I here, alone with her, in the bedroom? I could feel her soft hand as she held my hand. ‘Come over here,’ she said. Meekly, like someone without a will of his own, I followed her. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 10:39am On Jun 27, 2023 |
‘Oh come on,’ I said indignantly. ‘If there’s anything between us, will I be showing you all these?’ That seemed to make sense a bit, but she still looked uncertain. ‘But why is she buying all these for you?’ she asked. ‘What does she want from you?’ I knew I dared not give her the true answer. I decided to play smart. ‘I think she just likes me. She says I’ve been teaching her daughter well. I think it’s because I’ve been doing the work well.’ She sighed. I knew she was not totally convinced. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown her the gifts. But she would still see them when I wore them and would raise eyebrow. I was like a gold fish that had no hiding place. Henceforth, I decided that I would be very smart in the way I handled Enny. I would eat my cake and still have it, I decided. That weekend, Saturday morning, about seven a.m., Madam Bimpe Da Rocha ( henceforth, I will refer to her as Madam B) called my num-ber. I was just loitering around the house, thinking of what to do with my time that Saturday morning when her call came through. ‘Good morning, Alex.’ Her voice was cool and soothing. ‘Are you very busy?’ ‘Er, not exactly, ma’am.’ ‘Can you come over?’ ‘You mean to your house, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ Since I had nothing to do that morning, why not? ‘Okay, ma’am,. I’ll soon come over.’ I wondered why she wanted me to come to her place as I took my bath. Could it be that she wanted Sofia to have extra lesson? Could it be that she had a special task for me? Well, don’t worry, man, I told my-self. You would soon know. I told the wife of my uncle I would be going to the church. Since I did not know the exact thing I would be doing in madam���s house, I felt I should not mention her place. I realized that I had started lying. I arrived at the gate of Madam B’s house eight a.m. She was in the expansive sitting-room, still in her night dress. ‘There you are. How’re you?’ she greeted. I curtsied. ‘Good morning, ma’am.’ ‘Good morning. Hope your coming is not so inconvenient?’ ‘No, ma’am. It’s okay.’ ‘Come, let me show you something upstairs.’ She stood and I followed her to the staircase. My heart was beating fast. It was the first time I would be going up to the first floor. We got to a large passageway. The whole floor had marble tiles, and everything smelled fresh. There were doors, leading to different rooms. We went to the last door to the right. She opened it and stepped inside. I followed her inside. She closed the door to my back. It was a large bedroom, the largest I had ever seen in my life, so far. At the edge of the room was a king size bed. There were long wardrobes. Towards the right side of the bed was a small desk and a chair. There was a laptop, an i-pad and some files of documents on the table. The room smelt as if an exotic female perfume had just been sprayed there. As I stood and looked around the large, room, my heart beat increased. I was more curious than eager. But why did she bring me to the bedroom? I asked myself. Didn’t Madam B say there would be nothing like sex in the bar-gain? Did she not expressly state the fact that she admired my ‘decency’? So, why was I here, alone with her, in the bedroom? I could feel her soft hand as she held my hand. ‘Come over here,’ she said. Meekly, like someone without a will of his own, I followed her. |
Romance / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 1:14pm On Jun 22, 2023 |
I like that decency.’ I was quiet. If I said I was not surprised by what she was saying, then I would be lying. ‘Continue to be a good young man,’ madam continued. ‘If you remember, I told you before that it is good to be good. Keep it up.’ ‘Thank you, ma’am.’ My mouth was dry and I felt I was watching a drama. ‘I really appreciate all you’ve said and done, ma’am. Thank you.’ ‘You’ve spent your first month on the coaching, now. How do you want to be paid? Will you give me your account number so that I can transfer money there, or do you want cash?’ ‘I’ll prefer cash ma’am’ She brought her handbag, opened it and removed a bundle of one thousand naira notes. ‘Can you remove forty pieces from this?’ She handed the bundle to me. I collected the bundle, counted forty thousand naira and separated it from the lot. She collected the forty thousand naira, leaving me with the rest. ‘That’s your wage; that’s our agreement.’ ‘Yes, madam. Thank you, ma’am.’ ‘Alright. That will be all for now. My regards to your family. Goodnight.’ ‘Good night, and thank you, ma’am.’ I put the money inside the bag she had given me and stepped out of the car. I closed the door behind me, waved at the madam and moved to where I would take a bike home. With the 60K cash on me, I was delighted. I was also glad about the ‘gifts’ madam had given me. I was however unsettled about some of the things she had said. On one hand, she desired a close relationship with me. On the oth-er hand, she said she was glad I had exhibited ‘decency’ and had not jumped at her offer. Were these postulations not contradictory? Was she just pulling my legs, or what? What exactly was her stand? When I got home, I went to my room to open the bag she had given me. It contained three St. Michael packet shirts, one Gianni Ver-sace perfume for men, one 18 carat Rolex wrist watch and a Samsung Galaxy phone. I whistled to myself. All these, surely, would cost a lot. This madam Bimpe Da Rocha knew how to ‘spoil’ somebody. l didn’t know I would have an imminent challenge from my fianc��e over the gifts. The following day when Enny popped in to see me after closing from her place of work, still basking in euphoria, I had shown her all the items madam bought for me. Enny looked at them in wonder. ‘You mean Madam Da Rocha bought all these for you?’ she asked as she picked the item up one by one and examined them. ‘Yes, o.’ Enny suddenly dropped the items and faced me squarely. ‘Can you honestly tell me what’s going on between you two?’ The smile slid off my face. ‘What do you mean by that?’ I tried to sound angry but I doubted if I actually sounded as such. ‘You know what I mean!’ Enny said petulantly. ‘Tell me, what’s between you and that madam?’ ‘Oh come on,’ I said indignantly. ‘If there’s anything between us, will I be showing you all these?’ That seemed to make sense a bit, but she still looked uncertain. 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Super Love by LoveToRead: 1:14pm On Jun 22, 2023 |
I like that decency.’ I was quiet. If I said I was not surprised by what she was saying, then I would be lying. ‘Continue to be a good young man,’ madam continued. ‘If you remember, I told you before that it is good to be good. Keep it up.’ ‘Thank you, ma’am.’ My mouth was dry and I felt I was watching a drama. ‘I really appreciate all you’ve said and done, ma’am. Thank you.’ ‘You’ve spent your first month on the coaching, now. How do you want to be paid? Will you give me your account number so that I can transfer money there, or do you want cash?’ ‘I’ll prefer cash ma’am’ She brought her handbag, opened it and removed a bundle of one thousand naira notes. ‘Can you remove forty pieces from this?’ She handed the bundle to me. I collected the bundle, counted forty thousand naira and separated it from the lot. She collected the forty thousand naira, leaving me with the rest. ‘That’s your wage; that’s our agreement.’ ‘Yes, madam. Thank you, ma’am.’ ‘Alright. That will be all for now. My regards to your family. Goodnight.’ ‘Good night, and thank you, ma’am.’ I put the money inside the bag she had given me and stepped out of the car. I closed the door behind me, waved at the madam and moved to where I would take a bike home. With the 60K cash on me, I was delighted. I was also glad about the ‘gifts’ madam had given me. I was however unsettled about some of the things she had said. On one hand, she desired a close relationship with me. On the oth-er hand, she said she was glad I had exhibited ‘decency’ and had not jumped at her offer. Were these postulations not contradictory? Was she just pulling my legs, or what? What exactly was her stand? When I got home, I went to my room to open the bag she had given me. It contained three St. Michael packet shirts, one Gianni Ver-sace perfume for men, one 18 carat Rolex wrist watch and a Samsung Galaxy phone. I whistled to myself. All these, surely, would cost a lot. This madam Bimpe Da Rocha knew how to ‘spoil’ somebody. l didn’t know I would have an imminent challenge from my fianc��e over the gifts. The following day when Enny popped in to see me after closing from her place of work, still basking in euphoria, I had shown her all the items madam bought for me. Enny looked at them in wonder. ‘You mean Madam Da Rocha bought all these for you?’ she asked as she picked the item up one by one and examined them. ‘Yes, o.’ Enny suddenly dropped the items and faced me squarely. ‘Can you honestly tell me what’s going on between you two?’ The smile slid off my face. ‘What do you mean by that?’ I tried to sound angry but I doubted if I actually sounded as such. ‘You know what I mean!’ Enny said petulantly. ‘Tell me, what’s between you and that madam?’ ‘Oh come on,’ I said indignantly. ‘If there’s anything between us, will I be showing you all these?’ That seemed to make sense a bit, but she still looked uncertain. |
Romance / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 7:59am On Jun 10, 2023 |
She was an almost spoilt child. Funmi was still with Janet when Emma called her line. 'When are you coming, baby?' There was a sense of anticipation about him. 'By mid-day, I should be there.' 'Have you left home?' 'Not yet, but I'll soon leave.' 'How was your night?' The question was an afterthought. 'It was fine. How was yours?' 'Fine too. I'll be expecting you, baby.' Janet smiled. 'Alright.' She dropped the phone on the bed. 'Your guy?' Funmi looked at her friend in what looked like envy. Janet nodded in the affirmative. 'I guess I should be on my way. Have a nice time, Janet.' With that, Funmi left the house. Chapter Two Janet whistled softly to herself as she got up to dress up. Her large wardrobe had scores of clothes, some of which she had no worn from a long time. She checked them one after the other, wondering which one to pick. She finally settled for a designer t-shirt and jeans trousers. She applied her designer make up and perfume. It was apparent Janet liked designer wears. She liked to look and smell good. Since she could afford the good things, nothing stopped her from having them. She put her sunglasses on as soon as she got to the porch. 'Happy weekend, small madam.' Sule always addressed Janet as madam despite the protest of the latter. He walked towards her with his trade mark grin. 'Good morning, Sule. How're you?' 'We dey fine o. We thank God.' He looked at her in expectation. 'Your car is ready.' He pointed at the car. It had been washed and it was glittering in the morning sun. 'I can see that.' She nodded in approval, smiling at him. He had, as usual, helped her to wash her car. She dipped her right hand inside her clutch bag and brought some money out. 'Here, take this.' 'Ah, thank you so much, madam. This weekend will be very great.' She entered her car and put the engine into life. He waved at her while Janet honked the horn. The car was still quite new and she handled it carefully. It was a gift from her father when she clocked twenty seven. She had complained that she was tired of jumping from one cab to another and he had gifted it to her. The traffic was light. From Ota, she drove to Abule Egba on her way to Ikeja. Emma lived on a street off Shodipo Close at the GRA. By a few minutes after noon, she was at the front of the gate of his residence. The man at the gate came to the side of her car to properly look at the person behind the wheel. 'Ah, good morning. You're welcome.' Janet smiled at him. She was no longer a stranger there. She drove into the compound. Emma came to meet her as she was stepping out of the car. 'My baby.' He was obviously glad to see her. He came over to give a kiss. |
Literature / Re: Victims Of Passion by LoveToRead: 7:58am On Jun 10, 2023 |
She was an almost spoilt child. Funmi was still with Janet when Emma called her line. 'When are you coming, baby?' There was a sense of anticipation about him. 'By mid-day, I should be there.' 'Have you left home?' 'Not yet, but I'll soon leave.' 'How was your night?' The question was an afterthought. 'It was fine. How was yours?' 'Fine too. I'll be expecting you, baby.' Janet smiled. 'Alright.' She dropped the phone on the bed. 'Your guy?' Funmi looked at her friend in what looked like envy. Janet nodded in the affirmative. 'I guess I should be on my way. Have a nice time, Janet.' With that, Funmi left the house. Chapter Two Janet whistled softly to herself as she got up to dress up. Her large wardrobe had scores of clothes, some of which she had no worn from a long time. She checked them one after the other, wondering which one to pick. She finally settled for a designer t-shirt and jeans trousers. She applied her designer make up and perfume. It was apparent Janet liked designer wears. She liked to look and smell good. Since she could afford the good things, nothing stopped her from having them. She put her sunglasses on as soon as she got to the porch. 'Happy weekend, small madam.' Sule always addressed Janet as madam despite the protest of the latter. He walked towards her with his trade mark grin. 'Good morning, Sule. How're you?' 'We dey fine o. We thank God.' He looked at her in expectation. 'Your car is ready.' He pointed at the car. It had been washed and it was glittering in the morning sun. 'I can see that.' She nodded in approval, smiling at him. He had, as usual, helped her to wash her car. She dipped her right hand inside her clutch bag and brought some money out. 'Here, take this.' 'Ah, thank you so much, madam. This weekend will be very great.' She entered her car and put the engine into life. He waved at her while Janet honked the horn. The car was still quite new and she handled it carefully. It was a gift from her father when she clocked twenty seven. She had complained that she was tired of jumping from one cab to another and he had gifted it to her. The traffic was light. From Ota, she drove to Abule Egba on her way to Ikeja. Emma lived on a street off Shodipo Close at the GRA. By a few minutes after noon, she was at the front of the gate of his residence. The man at the gate came to the side of her car to properly look at the person behind the wheel. 'Ah, good morning. You're welcome.' Janet smiled at him. She was no longer a stranger there. She drove into the compound. Emma came to meet her as she was stepping out of the car. 'My baby.' He was obviously glad to see her. He came over to give a kiss. |
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