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StephenP:
Just tell me that you had me in mind as you wrote it and I promise I won't tell anyone. _{Crosses fingers}

See trouble o. well. . . actually. . . hmm. . . not really. But now that i read it again, there very [i]slight [/i]similarities.

StephenP:
Ok. . . I'm just saying, it's funny because I perfectly fit the description of Nnamdi. We both cook, we both look good etc. Still coincidence?? Confess now 

Oh gawd!!! conceited much . I don't know i just was thinking of a good Igbo name that had the right meaning to it so it would fit my story. So i was like "hmmm, Nnamdi. that's a good name" and then i put it in.If it just so happened to be a coincidence. . .

[quote author=Ruby_Pearl link=topic=149836.msg2609627#msg2609627 date=1217888700]@Ibk.
Mba. Na lie be that!

@Oyinye/Ibk

Kedu, Nwannem Nwanyi (I think I spelled it right)

Ka I mere? [/quote]Yey!!! o di mma. i see you have been studying

StephenP:
Yeah it was good. As to it was just coincidence . . . right.

I just picked a name out of the blue and it just so happened to be yours also. . . .

I'm sorry Stephen but that was a hard topic . I sat and thought about but was like "oh hell" let me just put my own spin on it. But i hope you still enjoyed it. Oh be quiet, i can put whatever name i want but i guess it was just coincidence. . .

Over-Possessive Lover
"But omo please I love you. I'm trying to change but i need you, Onyi. Baby you can't leave me like this. You promised to stay with me. Omo, biko."

"I'm through with your bull shit Paul!" "Your never around and if you are, then you are half drunk or high. I'm living yo ass. You broke down piece of shit. I gave you three good years of my pathetic life and all you have done is use me and abuse me. You fucking ass hole. I'm through." i said.

I walked out the house in enraged. Who did this negro think he is? I gave him everything and all he did was throw it away. You know what im finding me a real man. I'm damn tired of all these fake chain, noise making, no good sex giving, want to be hustlas type of brothas. You know what, im going to accept Nnamdi's offer to take me to dinner. I'm through with fake ass Paul. With his bitch ass self.

When i got home i instantly called Nnamdi. For some reason or another i started to cry. I couldn't control it. "Onyi girl what's up?" "I just broke up with Paul." He soon came over to my apartment. When i saw him, i just broke down in tears on the floor. It was as if all the pain i had endured striked my back as i fell on the floor. He picked me up and carried me on the couch. He held me close to and soothed my back. "Onyi girl, it is alright. I mean he was no good. He didn't treat you like the gift you were. If you were my woman, i would treat you better." With those words, I kiss his honey lips. As our lips touched, a zing ran throw my body. Never did Paul kiss me like this. What dumbfounded me was how Nnamdi didn't try to take my situation as a opportunity. I fell asleep on his chest all night long.

I awoke to him in the kitchen making pancakes and eggs,my favorite. He looked so damn sexy as he poured orange juice for the both of us. Never did Paul trifling ass cook for me. Instead if i didn't have food on the table he would slam on the wall and yell "You lazy bitch. Where the hell is my food?" Man those were the days i didn't even feel human. I felt like his pet dog because i would quickly do as i was told. But Nnamdi was different. He was a gentlemen. More than a gentlemen, he was a REAL man. I joined him at the table. I took one bite of the pancakes and entered a world of paradise. They were delicious. I washed them down with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. Oh my goodness this was the life. I watched him scorch down his food. He looked so beautiful. This is the man that i need in my life. This the man i deserve. The man i having been searching for. The man i need.

Me and my man, Nnamdi have been going out for months now. I am myself around him. I am happy around. And more so I'm complete around. He treats me like a woman. Not his pet or some piece of shit. He treats me like a queen. I tell him everything. "Nnamdi i will catch up with you later oka. I got to get something at my apartment." "Oka ma, see you at 7:00 for the play." He gave me one of his famous kisses as i melted in his arms.But little did i know that what was in store for me was going to test his love.

I walked into my apartment to find all the lights off. I didn't pay no mind and walked in to the kitchen. "Hey omo." I was startled and dropped my  glass cup on the floor. It was Paul. What the hell was he doing here? "Paul how the hell did you get here?" "Don't I get a hug first?" He grabbed me close to him and tried to give me a kiss. He was drunk. go figure."Paul get off me. What do you want?" "I came back for you, Omo. Me and you are going to get married. And you going to have my baby" Who in fucking hell does this negro think he is? "Paul i aint having no baby by you fool and we aint never getting back with you." I tried to get away from him but he grabbed me by the arm. "You going to learn for some respect."

He pinned me on the floor and started to yell.
"Bitch you is my woman. Mine."
"No im not."
Wham! he striked me across the face.
"You are going to learn respect"
Wham! he striked me again.
"Paul please stop please.
Wham! Wham! Wham! he punched me over and over again
"You filthy slut. How are with another man? You is mine."
Wham! Wham! Wham! more blows to my face.
"Paul please stop. Please."
"Shut up bitch. You are going to have my baby."

He stripped me of my clothes. He forced himself inside me. With every thrust, i remembered all the times Paul had me crying. With every pump, I remembered the times I woke up to see all the bruises on my body. With every pound, i remembered Nnamdi. All he has done for me. What he has made me feel. All gone thrown away.When he finally satisfied himself, he stood up and started violently kicking me. From my back to my head. Til finally i fell into a state of unconscience.

I awoke in the hospital. I turned to my left to see Nnamdi holding my hand. "Onyi girl, it is me Nnamdi. I'm so happy that you are fine. You been here for two days." As he spoke, tears ran from his eyes. As a man, he tried to hide it but he couldn't. He eventually broke down. I wanted to tell him it was okay but my mouth wouldn't let me. Soon the doctor came in. She told Nnamdi to leave the room for a moment. "Miss Onyi, I'm glad to see you awake. You gave us all a scare. You will be fine. But i have to tell you something. The police found you in your apartment. So when they brought you here, we did a rape kit. Well i hate to tell you this but, you are pregnant." My heart stopped. What im pregnant? Tears left my eyes down to my cheeks. He did what he planned to. He wanted me to be left with the burden of him. He wanted me to be reminded of him. He wanted me to feel the pain he had. He wanted to ruin me. He wanted me.

I loves it stephen!!!