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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by kweensheba: 8:27pm On Jul 11, 2023

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by ThrillPlus: 9:39am On Jul 14, 2023

CasNova:
I started by apologizing for being a poor reader of mind. I then asked her to allow me show my love for her. To my surprise, she burst out laughing as if I had said the funniest thing on earth.

"What's funny?" I asked. "Why are you laughing?"

She stopped laughing and looked at me sternly.

"Is that how to propose to a lady?" I looked confused.

"How else do I propose?" Again, she shook her head. "You're yet to say the appropriate words."

What appropriate words was she talking about? I asked her to be specific. She shook her head. "Sorry, but I cannot put the words in your month." It was my turn to shake my head. This lady would not stop baffling me.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

I sighed. "Yes, I do."

"Are you really sure?"

Now, what type of question was this? Why must she ask this, after all we had said? She stood up.

"If you really love me, you will bear with me," she said. Bear what?

Before I could voice the question, she added: "I must thank you for the warm reception you accorded me. Thank you so much. I will like to take my leave now." I was stunned.

"Now?"

She nodded. "Yes, now. I'm a member of the choir in my church and we have singing practice in an hour's time. It's better I leave now." She took her handbag and strapped it across her shoulder. I was so disappointed in her sudden departure I did not say anything further. I felt happy I had expressed my feelings to her, on one hand.

On another, I felt disappointed by her response. I accompanied her the other side of Tipper Garage Bus Stop where she would take a bus home. On my way back to my apartment, my mind went over her visit. It was not totally unfulfilling, but it could be better. There was nothing romantic about the visit and it hurt me to think of how it ended so abruptly.

Back in flat, I locked the main door and sat down in the sitting-room to watch a live football match. The truth was my mind was barely on the match. My mind kept thinking about Bimpe . About ten minutes of watching the match, there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's me," a voice returned. It was a female voice. Had Bimpe forgotten something? Had she realized she treated me brusquely and had come to apologize? Well, I would soon find out. I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it.

No, Bimpe had not come back. Quite disappointingly, it was Eniola, my ex girlfriend that was at the door. I was surprised to see her there.

"What ... What are you doing here?" I asked.

She put on what looked like a smile. "Can you please, let me in?"

I hesitated for some seconds before stepping aside to allow her inside. I was about to demand why she came around when she went down on her knees. "Desire, please, I've come to beg for forgiveness. Kindly forgive me."

The scene was incredible. I could not have imagined that Eniola would come back to my apartment again. This life could be whimsical, couldn't it? Despite my resolve, my heart melted as I watched Eniola looking at me so plaintively.

"Alright, stand up," I said. She jumped up to give me a bear hug, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. "There's one important thing, Eniola. One very important thing. I've got a new lady in my life."

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Saturn101: 7:17am On Jul 15, 2023

Go on.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 5:09pm On Jul 15, 2023

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Awesome05: 11:27am On Jul 17, 2023

Go on.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by CasNova(op): 11:41am On Jul 18, 2023

"Alright, stand up," I said. She jumped up to give me a bear hug, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. "There's one important thing, Eniola. One very important thing. I've got a new lady in my life."

She quickly stopped the hug and moved back.

"What?" I nodded. "You heard me right. I've got a new love. As a matter of fact, she left not too long before you came in."

She looked crestfallen. "Oh, no. How could you do that?"

I snickered at her. "You shouldn't have left me at all."

"But, I'm back now. Desire, your babe is back."

I still dissented. "Too late, we can't be lovers again."

She looked distraught. "But let's continue friendship," she put in. "I want us to still be friends, please."

Would that work? How could that work? "Oh please, Desire, don't throw me out just like that."

Eniola came to hug me again. My mind flashed back to how she left the house. The way Bimpe left showed that things were inconclusive. Could I really say I had secured her love? Was the reemergence of Eniola not a case of a bird in hand worthier than two in the bush?

"Alright," I told Eniola.

"We can still be friends." Her grip on tightened until I disentangled her. "Easy. when I say, I mean just friends."

"Okay," she muttered. My eyes went to the small bag she had brought along. "I brought something for you, for us, actually." She unzipped the bag and brought a food flask out. She opened the flask and showed me the poundo yam and assorted egusi soup she had prepared. She knew I loved that delicasy.

"We can take it for supper," she cooed. I could also see that she had some clothes in the bag.

"Don't tell me you're sleeping over here tonight," I injected.

"Yes, but not to worry. I can sleep on the couch in the sitting-room." There should be no problem about that, I thought. I sat down to continue watching the football match.

Eniola took the food flask to the kitchen. Some minutes later, she was back in the sitting-room. From that moment on, I could not concentrate on the match. She prattled on how she missed me and how her conscience kept disturbing her that she come back to apologize to me. The separation, she said, made her realize how much she missed and loved me. I had few responses to her prattles.

Later, she went to the kitchen to warm the soup and bring the poundo flour meal. "How do you find the food?" she asked. I had to admit that her culinary skill was top-notch. As we ate on, my mind veered to Bimpe . I imagined if she should come in that moment and see me eating with my ex girlfriend. Surely, I would have a lot of explanation to make. The sumptuous meal was over. Eniola cleared the table. We still had a long evening ahead. I settled to watch movie channel.

"I want to change clothes," Eniola announced as she took her bag and went to the bedroom. Minutes later, she came back, wearing a short, sexy, satin sleep wear. I had to force myself not to stare at her body. It was not that I did not miss her; but just that things had changed. I continued to watch the movie until late hours. By then, Eniola had slept off on her seat. I had to wake her up when I decided to go to bed.

"You can sleep on the couch now," I said. I left for the bedroom, stripped to my boxers and slept off. Some hours later, I woke to use the toilet. It was when I returned to the bedroom that I realized there was a lady lying on the bed. My mind was quick to decipher that Eniola was the body that appeared to be sleeping. The sexy, satin sleeping wear was gone. She was all naked. I remembered she used to, sometimes, sleep like this. That was when we were romantically involved. That was no more.

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Awesome05: 6:53pm On Jul 18, 2023

Nice update.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 12:45pm On Jul 19, 2023

Cool.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by CasNova(op): 8:47am On Jul 22, 2023

She was all naked. I remembered she used to, sometimes, sleep like this. That was when we were romantically involved. That was no more.

What was she doing in my bedroom? Why was she nude? I knew these were silly questions. What I was supposed to do was to wake her, berate her for her indecent exposure and order her out of the bedroom. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at me. She was not sleeping after all.

"What ...what are you doing here?" my voice was so hoarse I could hardly believe myself.

She grinned and turned, lying on her back and giving me the full view of her unclothedness. I briefly ran my eyes from her face to her boobs, midsection, pubic region, thighs and down to her slightly spread legs. Her grin was still on; so was the unabashed invitation.

"I miss you," she said. "I really miss you."

I tried a grin too. "I miss you also," I intoned.

She spread out her hands. It was a jolly invitation. I never declined it before but things were different now. The image of Bimpe hit my mind. I shook my head.

"I really love her." It was a mumble but it was loud and clear.

Eniola reacted as if I had thrown cold water on her. "What?!" the grin slipped off her face.

Her outstretched hands flopped as if they had come in contact with fire. "You are rejecting me!" she yelled. Her voice was filled with accusation and acrimony. She hurriedly came down from the bed, picked her wears from the stool, hissed and stormed out of the bedroom. I was amazed at her response.

I thought she would understand and take it maturely. I shrugged. I was glad that at least I was able to overcome the temptation. Before hitting the bed, this time around, I remembered to bolt the bedroom door.

* * *

Few minutes after seven o'clock in the morning, I woke up. It was Sunday and I would have to prepare for church service. Then, I remembered I had a lady in the house. My mind briefly went to the event in the dead of the night. Three months ago, it was unthinkable that I would spurn her sexual overtures.

I was not a saint as we had gone on many sensuous voyages together in the past. I was particularly fond of her full, 'luscious' boobs. I could not understand why that part of a lady would make my heart beat in expectation.

I was not a freak. The experience was one of those associated with youthful exuberance. But, then, things appeared to be changing. Since Eniola walked out of my life, I had lived the life of celibacy. I went to the sitting room to see if I could ask to come to church with me. In the sitting-room, Eniola was no where to be found. I looked around. She had gone.

She must have terribly felt disappointed. I shrugged and described her case as good riddance. Some of the fried rice I cooked the previous day still remained. I warmed it, ate, relaxed a bit and prepared for church service. The service went smoothly.

We had youth group meeting thereafter. Then I went home. I thought of Bimpe as I entered the sittingroom. Would it not be nice if I gave her a call? Just then, my phone rang. Surprisingly, Bimpe was the one on the line.

"Hello, dear. I was just thinking of calling you," I said.

"Since yesterday? Desire, that's not fair."

I grinned ruefully. "You are right, I should have called before now. I'm sorry about that."

There was a pause across the line.

"Okay," she said finally. "How was your night?"

I was not going to tell her exactly how I spent the night.

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Saturn101: 7:05pm On Jul 23, 2023

Nice

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 10:31am On Jul 24, 2023

Cool update.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by IkeIgboNiile(m): 2:25pm On Jul 24, 2023

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 5:07pm On Jul 26, 2023

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 9:24am On Jul 28, 2023

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by ThrillPlus: 6:15pm On Jul 29, 2023

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by FairCritic(m): 10:05am On Jul 31, 2023

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 1:44pm On Aug 02, 2023

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 12:29pm On Aug 04, 2023

CasNova:
Hello everyone.

This story came briefly before but I had to withdraw it to rewrite.

This is a branded new one.

So Much Fuss About Nothing

A Steamy Romance

Cas Nova

Desire is a fine guy with good intentions. He is feisty about life. His chance meeting with an old school mate brings a lot of passion in him. He is, unfortunately, disappointed. He meets another lady and he thinks he has got the desire of his heart after all. Again, he is bitten.

Some few minutes after eleven in the morning, I decided to go out for breakfast break. I worked for a consultancy firm and we usually had break between eleven a.m and twelve noon. Our office was on the fourth floor of a giant edifice at palm groove, Lagos. I had to take the stair case as the only elevator was out of service. Since I joined the firm about nine months ago, I could count the number of times I had used the elevator. The morning sun hit my body as soon as I stepped out of the building. ‘

Before buying any meal, I decided to make some withdrawal. Since I did not bring my ATM card, I would have to go to the bank. It was just a few metres away, so there was no qualms. I walked into the banking hall of Total Trust Bank, TTB, which as usual was brimming with customers. The last teller had the least number of customers. I joined the queue and patiently waited for my turn. The line moved fast and soon I was the one to be attended to. Just then, I discovered that the lady behind the counter was faintly familiar. She was not even looking at me.

She stretched out her hand to take the withdrawal voucher. Seconds into rattling the keys of the computer, she paused to look at my face. I stared right back. Then, I broke into a smile. Now, I knew where I had known her before.

"Desire?" she asked gently. "Desire Bankole ?"

I nodded and continued the smile. "And I'm very sure I'm looking at Bimpe ."

She smiled too. "Of course. It's good to see you again. Long time no see."

Indeed, it was quite a long time. Bimpe was my classmate in secondary school. She was one of the prettiest girls in the class, but the least sociable. It had come as a shock when the school named her as the Social Prefect. True to her character, but very unusual of a student, she had declined the offer. Besides, many students regarded her as a snob. That was about eight years ago. As she was at work, we could not talk much. I however got her number and promised to give her a call. Back at work, my mind kept flashing back to my secondary school days.

I was very reserved then, just like Bimpe ; but I was never a snob. Due to her character, boys, including myself avoided her. Or rather, she avoided us. I had forgotten about her soon after the graduation and valedictory service. I went on to Bayero University, Kano, for a degree in English language. Many of my friends could not understand the reason for my choice. My parents who could have objected did not object. After my degree and my NYSC, I was back in lagos to face job hustles.

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by CasNova(op): 10:05pm On Aug 04, 2023

"Okay," she said finally. "How was your night?"

I was not going to tell her exactly how I spent the night.

"The night was okay, just that I did not really like how you left abruptly."

"But I told you I was going for choir practice."

I sighed in discontentment.

"You know what?" she went on. "I can make it up.

Do you want me to come this afternoon?" I smiled. "Oh, that will be very nice of you."

There was another pause. "By three, I'll be there."

"Okay, see you." She cut the line. Once again, I had the kind of excitement I had the previous day prelude to her coming.

I still had fried chicken and some stew in the house. Maybe, I would prepare white rice. My mind said I should wait until she came before cooking anything. I sat to play some soft music as I patiently waited for her. I had to wait for two hours. Her sight, once more, dazzled me. We hugged briefly. "Hello darling. Sorry, I am late," she cooed.

I smiled at her. "I can understand." She set the nylon bag she brought along on the center table, opened it and brought out two packs of food and carbonated drinks.

"I bought these for us," she said.

"Oh, that's good."

She opened one of them and sat down.

"I'll like to eat right away." I sat next to her and started to eat too. It was jollof rice and beef. The taste was very good.

"Did you go to church?" she asked.

I nodded. "Hmn hmn."

"One of these days I will invite you to my church."

"I will gladly come," I replied. We ate on. After the meal, she cleared the table. As I took the drinks, she sat next to me.

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by kweensheba: 2:30pm On Aug 05, 2023

Nice.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 5:03pm On Aug 07, 2023

Nice update.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by CasNova(op): 2:36am On Aug 09, 2023

"I will gladly come," I replied. We ate on. After the meal, she cleared the table. As I took the drinks, she sat next to me.

"You didn't say anything about my dress."

I looked at her dress and smiled. The ankara skirt and blouse was well sown and it fitted her perfectly. "It's a beautiful dress. It's very beautiful on you."

"And about my hair."

I touched her hair briefly. There were some attachments. I was sure without them, she would still look beautiful.

"It's beautiful too."

She snuggled to me and I wrapped my left hand around her shoulders.

"A couple of weeks ago, if anyone had predicted that I would be holding you like this today, I would have disputed it," I said.

She smiled. "A couple of weeks ago, I was hoping I would soon meet with you."

"Really? You mean you had me in mind?"

"Yes." There was no guile I could discern in her voice, so I decided to believe her. I kissed her forehead. I got that idea from my dad. As a lad, I had observed him kiss my mum on the fore head many times. I had summoned the courage to ask him why. In movies, they kissed their lovers on the lips, I had argued. He told me it was his choice.

Now, it was my choice. I kissed Bimpe on the forehead again. "Do you really love me?" she suddenly asked.

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 5:24pm On Aug 10, 2023

Nice update.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Awesome05: 11:05am On Aug 11, 2023

Cool.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by kweensheba: 7:10pm On Aug 13, 2023

Nice one.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Saturn101: 7:01am On Aug 14, 2023

Getting more interesting.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by CasNova(op): 9:08am On Aug 15, 2023

"If you really love me, you will bear with me," she said.

Bear what?

Before I could voice the question, she added: "I must thank you for the warm reception you accorded me. Thank you so much. I will like to take my leave now." I was stunned.

"Now?"

She nodded. "Yes, now. I'm a member of the choir in my church and we have singing practice in an hour's time. It's better I leave now." She took her handbag and strapped it across her shoulder. I was so disappointed in her sudden departure I did not say anything further. I felt happy I had expressed my feelings to her, on one hand.

On another, I felt disappointed by her response. I accompanied her the other side of Tipper Garage Bus Stop where she would take a bus home. On my way back to my apartment, my mind went over her visit. It was not totally unfulfilling, but it could be better. There was nothing romantic about the visit and it hurt me to think of how it ended so abruptly.

Back in flat, I locked the main door and sat down in the sitting-room to watch a live football match. The truth was my mind was barely on the match. My mind kept thinking about Bimpe . About ten minutes of watching the match, there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's me," a voice returned. It was a female voice. Had Bimpe forgotten something? Had she realized she treated me brusquely and had come to apologize? Well, I would soon find out. I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it.

No, Bimpe had not come back. Quite disappointingly, it was Eniola, my ex girlfriend that was at the door. I was surprised to see her there.

"What ... What are you doing here?" I asked.

She put on what looked like a smile. "Can you please, let me in?"

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Awesome05: 5:11pm On Aug 15, 2023

Nice work.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by Saturn101: 7:08am On Aug 17, 2023

Getting really interesting.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 12:08pm On Aug 18, 2023

Ride on.

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Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by CasNova(op): 5:54pm On Aug 18, 2023

She put on what looked like a smile. "Can you please, let me in?"

I hesitated for some seconds before stepping aside to allow her inside. I was about to demand why she came around when she went down on her knees. "Desire, please, I've come to beg for forgiveness. Kindly forgive me."

The scene was incredible. I could not have imagined that Eniola would come back to my apartment again. This life could be whimsical, couldn't it? Despite my resolve, my heart melted as I watched Eniola looking at me so plaintively.

"Alright, stand up," I said. She jumped up to give me a bear hug, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. "There's one important thing, Eniola. One very important thing. I've got a new lady in my life."

She quickly stopped the hug and moved back.

"What?" I nodded. "You heard me right. I've got a new love. As a matter of fact, she left not too long before you came in."

She looked crestfallen. "Oh, no. How could you do that?"

I snickered at her. "You shouldn't have left me at all."

"But, I'm back now. Desire, your babe is back."

I still dissented. "Too late, we can't be lovers again."

She looked distraught. "But let's continue friendship," she put in. "I want us to still be friends, please."

Would that work? How could that work? "Oh please, Desire, don't throw me out just like that."

Eniola came to hug me again. My mind flashed back to how she left the house. The way Bimpe left showed that things were inconclusive. Could I really say I had secured her love? Was the reemergence of Eniola not a case of a bird in hand worthier than two in the bush?

"Alright," I told Eniola.

"We can still be friends." Her grip on tightened until I disentangled her. "Easy. when I say, I mean just friends."

"Okay," she muttered. My eyes went to the small bag she had brought along. "I brought something for you, for us, actually." She unzipped the bag and brought a food flask out. She opened the flask and showed me the poundo yam and assorted egusi soup she had prepared. She knew I loved that delicasy.

Re: So Much Fuss About Nothing by BigBasher: 10:25am On Aug 19, 2023

Interesting update.

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