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“Hey, stop flattering. I don’t need it.”

“I only say what I mean. I don’t flatter. But wait, are you really sure you want this relationship?”

“I should be the one to ask you if you’re sure.”

“I’m more than sure.”

“I’m also more than sure.”

"Okay. I will give you caresses, amazing touches that will be fulfilling. But, then, like I said, the romance will not go beyond that for now."

I kissed her lips, gently, tenderly. Then I continued to hold her hands.

“I know people will talk, but I don’t care,” I said.

She shrugged. “I don’t care too, as long as there’s love between us.”

“Yes.” I checked the time on my phone. “I think I should go now. I don’t want you to be late for church.”

She shook her head. “I may not go to church again today. I want to be with you.”

I smiled. “The feeling is mutual, Dupe darling.”

We hugged again and lie on the bed, side by side.

“What are your likes and dislikes?” I asked.

She told me. “We have the same likes and dislikes,” I said.

“Oh, good. Just a minute.” She stood up from the bed and went to the wardrobe. Backing me, she removed the robe shat wearing. Even from the back view, she was beautiful and gorgeous. I remembered Busola. Slow down, boy, I told myself.

Dupe changed into a black, collarless t-shirt and a bum short, this time around, a black one. Then she came back to lie on the bed.

“Can you cuddle me a bit?” she asked.

Somehow, I knew it would not be more than a cuddle.

“Sure,” I said. She lie on her back. Where would I start the cuddle? I started on her belly. She raised the cloth for me to have a good access.

But her boobs were still out of view. Her tummy was smooth and flat. The flatness was probably as a result of her lying position. As I mover my palms to her body, the image of Busola suddenly appeared. It was vivid, as if I had seen her real picture. I stopped my act immediately.



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But her boobs were still out of view. Her tummy was smooth and flat. The flatness was probably as a result of her lying position.

As I mover my palms to her body, the image of Busola suddenly appeared. It was vivid, as if I had seen her real picture. I stopped my act immediately.




PART TWO


The image stared at me. Wait a minute, why was it that Busola’s image was not frowning or looking at me in disapproval. Rather, she smiled at me. Why was she smiling? Was she not supposed to be miffed that just about ten months after her demise, I wanted to hold a woman in love and tenderness?

Then, she was out of my mind. I stared Ms. Morgan’s beautiful body. Go on, my mind told me, tentatively, my right palms rested on her mid-rift. It moved to the navel and gently caressed the place. She closed her eyes. That was what Busola too usually did? Hey, stop it, my mind said. Stop comparing Ms. Morgan with Busola.

But another part of my mind said there was no cause for alarm. I rubbed me hand on the tummy, feeling her skin and having a sensation. It was still difficult to believe that I was holding Ms. Morgan so lovingly. I rubbed my hand on the upper middle part of her chest, but it never reached her breasts. I didn’t want to rush things. Besides, I told myself I was doing all this out of love, not lust.

Again, Busola’s image flashed through my mind, smiling. I wondered if I was doing the right thing. One thing was me and Ms. Morgan had to keep this relationship for some time.

“Are you thinking of her?” Ms. Morgan suddenly asked.

“Thinking of who?”

“You know who I mean. Are you thinking of Busola?”

How did she guess right? “Yes,” I answered.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure she will approve of this relationship.”

I was astonished. “How could you tell?”

“She will,” Ms. Morgan insisted. Now, where was that confidence and assurance coming from?

Some seconds, then minutes passed. I still stayed within ‘boundary.’

“Have your read her diary?”

I was surprised she knew Busola kept diaries.

“She told you she kept diaries?”

“Yes. Have you gone through them?”

There were three diaries she left behind. I decided to keep them in remembrance of her, along with some of her things. But in all honesty, I had not read them.

“I hope you’ve not thrown them away.”

“No, they are among some of her things that I kept. In truth, I’ve not gone through them.”

Ms. Morgan opened her eyes. “You need to read them. You need to read what she wrote about me.”

I was surprised again. These were certainly moments of surprises. I was surprised the level of confidentiality between Busola and Ms. Morgan was much deeper that I had thought.

There was another long pause. I decided to explore the other part of her body. My hand went to her thighs. They were smooth and succulent. She cooed as I caressed them.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to keep to your no premarital sex with me?” she asked in a whisper.

What a question! If this woman thought I was weak in my resolve, she would be making a big mistake.

“I’m perfectly sure,” I said.

“Really?”

“You will see, my dear.”

She giggled. After more minutes, she said she felt sleepy.

“Go on. Take a nap.” I stopped what I was doing and stood up.

“Where’re you going?”

“I want to leave you to take your nap.”

“You don’t need to go out. Stay.”

I sat on the bed again. She turned, such that she was now lying on her belly. I stared at her bum. They were not very big for her slim body, but they were enticing enough. I touched and rubbed them gently.

Some minutes later, I could see that she had slept. I stopped touching her body. Let her rest, my mind said. I looked around her room. I was sure there would be many clothes in there. Her clothes should not be my preoccupation, I cautioned myself.

I lie down on the bed beside her with my thought alternating between Busola and Ms. Morgan. I soon slept off too. Several minutes later, Ms. Morgan tapped on my body to wake me up.

“Maria has made food for us,” she said. “Let’s go to the dining-table to eat.”

I got up and followed her to the dinning-table. Three days ago, if anyone had told me I would sleep in Ms. Morgan’s bed that hour, I would have seriously disputed it. I was surprised it was already past noon. Goodness, I must have slept for almost two hours.

We sat next to each other at the table. The way the maid looked at me, I knew she must be wondering what was going on between myself and the madam of the house. Let them keep wondering.

I smiled to myself. It was a delicious lunch of jolof rice and beef. I ate to my full satisfaction with Madam Dupe urging me to take more.

That very moment, I decided I would be calling her M.D (Madam Dupe), apart from endearments. M.D was also endearment as it could mean My Dear.

After the meal, we retired to her bedroom again. We indeed seemed to be enjoying each other’s company. All we did was to chat. She revealed things she had never told me before, from her childhood to adulthood and how she came to have her first daughter, her only child. Sophia had been living in Spain for the past six years. MD said she had the child when she was twenty-six, though she was not ready for marriage.

Why having the child when she was not ready? I wanted to know. She shrugged. She was not the marriage type, in her estimation, she said. That was twenty-five years ago. I did a simple calculation. Two years ago, MD celebrated fifty years’ birthday. She was fifty-two now. At twenty-nine, she was twenty-three years older than me!

But the age difference didn’t matter. I had always believed that. I told her about myself too. She definitely had more to tell me, than I had to tell her. I was with her until she had a visitor about five p.m. I stood up. It was time for me to return to my residence.

As I drove home, I kept thinking about the development between MD and me. More importantly, I thought about what she said Busola disclosed to her. On getting home, I opened one of Busola’s leather boxes. I then brought out the three diaries and started reading.

She was indeed a freak of record keeper. Among many things, she wrote about the date she first started to work in my Abuja office, the day I proposed to her, the day she first visited my home and what we did, including the fact that I unbuttoned her top and kissed her boobs! I smiled as I read this.

She also wrote down what she told Ms. Morgan about me. Busola painted my image as a willful and principled character. She wrote that I was a loving husband and a devoted family man. I however got to something that made me to become curious – very curious.

She wrote that when she was no more, she would be happy if I could take MD as my wife.
My heart literarily stopped beating. Did Busola really write this? Of course, it was her diary and her hand writing. What did she mean by when she was no more?

Did she have an inkling that she would soon die? That disturbing part was written first of February, and she died some days later. How could she have written this, and how come she went to discuss the matter with Ms. Morgan?
Calm down, I told myself. I read the diary to the end and read the other two. I was more than curious and I had to put a call to MD.

“I hope I’m not disturbing anything,” I started.

“No, dear.”

“I’ve read the Busola’s diaries. One aspect that got and still gets me confused is where she stated that she would like me to marry you after she’s gone. She told you that aspect, right?”

Ms. Morgan, also known as My Dear, gave an unexpected answer. “No, she didn’t tell me that part.”

I was confused. “But you said she told you …she told you many things.”

“Not that one. I don’t even understand what that means. Could it be that she had a premonition of her death?”

I was exasperated. “That’s the question I was about to ask you. Did she hint about her death to you? Did she reveal to you that I should have love relationship with you?”

“No. All I can say is that she told me she wrote something about you and me in her diary. That was why I asked you if you had read her diary.”

I couldn’t get any further information from MD. I was sure there was more to this, “Alright. Thank you, madam.”

“Madam?” she quickly put in.

“Sorry, I mean my dear. I may need some time to adjust to my new status.” I laughed shortly.

“I can understand, darling. Are you coming over tonight?”

My heart started thumping. “You want me to come?” I asked unnecessarily.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

“See you.”

Another meal was waiting for me by the time I got to MD’s house. It was amala with ewedu soup.

“I hope you’ll like the meal,” she said.

I beamed in smile. “Sure. There’s no doubt that I will like any meal that comes from you.”

Once again, I ate to my satisfaction. Surely, Maria was a great cook. After the meal, MD and I went upstairs to her bedroom.

“It’s still a mystery to me that Busola wrote some of those stuffs,” I said. “I can’t believe she wrote the part about when she’s gone.”

“I’m surprised to hear that too.”

MD’s tone didn’t really show any surprise, and I wondered the extent of what she knew. I concluded that she knew more that she wanted to admit. As time went on, I believed I would unravel some ’mysteries.’

“So, how’re you today?” MD asked, changing the topic.

“Fine. What about you?”

She nodded. I observed her in the satin sleep wear she was wearing. She looked enticing as usual.

She put on the television set in the bedroom and flicked to a fashion channel. There was a leather sofa in the room where we sat.

“I’ve been thinking of something,” she said.

“We cannot make our relationship public for now. We will have to wait till next year before we can do so. That is, at least a year after Busola’s death. What do you think?”




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We will have to wait till next year before we can do so. That is, at least a year after Busola’s death. What do you think?”

I nodded. “I’ve been thinking of the same thing.”

“So, for now, we really have to be discreet about everything. Let’s just say we’re secret lovers.”

I grinned. How appropriate. “You’re right.” My mind went to the maid. “I think the maid already knows something.”

“Don’t worry about her. I will take care of her angle.”

I nodded, musing over the words, secret lovers. She placed her left leg on my legs. It was an invitation to cuddle those beautiful legs again.

“Do I really have the assurance that you’re mine?” she asked.

“Of course. There’s no reason to doubt.”

“Do you still want to have kids?”

I chuckled. “No. I’m okay with the two I already have.”

She nodded and smiled. “I’m okay with the one I already have too.”

My right hand moved up her thighs under her belly. My hand was under her satin top.

Gently, I rubbed the smooth skin. She held my hand and moved it to her right breast, helping me to achieve what I had been longing for.
Wow! My breathing instantly quickened. I removed the top to get a good view of the part.

The boobs were fill with large nipples and areola.They looked so firm I suspected she must have gone through surgery. I would simply not believe that the shape, size and make of her breasts were natural.

Certainly, they were not so robust; no, not in any way like Busola’s own. But they looked rounded enough to be very enticing. Whether natural or not did not actually matter to me. It didn't also matter whether they were firm or flabby. When I liked a woman, the shape or size of her breasts did not matter.

I made an exceptional case this time around as I teased and licked the nipples, even when I knew she wasn’t married to me.

She let out some moans and gripped me. I found it amazing the ‘the whole’ Ms. Morgan, my amorous and highly connected woman, was in my arms and I was playing a very sensuous game with her body.

Then, I slowed down. I must not, under any circumstance, be carried away by any amorous expedition. My mouth moved, to her neck region., but she removed my mouth and put it back on her breast. She definitively wanted more action there.



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My mouth moved, to her neck region., but she removed my mouth and put it back on her breast. She definitively wanted more action there.

I obliged her for some minutes. Then my mouth moved to the other parts of her body. Alright, boy, it's enough, I told myself.

Gradually, I slowed on the handling and finally stopped. I had had enough for a day. Though there was no penetrative sex or coition, I felt satisfied with what we had one.

Definitely, I must continue to be firm and resolute in my affirmation.





By few minutes after nine, I signaled my intention to go.

“I thought you’ll be sleeping over here,” she said.

I nodded. “I will like to, but since we have to be discreet for now as we said, I think it will not be advisable for me to do that.”

She appeared briefly to consider what I said.

“Okay, honey."

I kissed her goodnight and drove back to my Mafoluku residence. So, MD was now my secret lover. That was very interesting. I asked myself the motive for the decision that I had taken. There was no doubt that she was rich and influential and I had benefited a lot from that leverage. Did I want romance with her for the material benefits?

I allowed a long pause. My final answer was no. My target was not the benefits. I had always believed money could not buy love. She was a unique person I found attractive, and that was that.

Even if she was struggling financially, I could still make love overtures to her. I was convinced I had genuine love feelings for her. I was also determined to be a faithful and devoted partner to her.

I was the kind of guy many people would see as unusual. Material benefits of life were necessary, but I didn’t like materialism. More than anything, I liked moderation and modesty.

The next morning which was Monday, I woke up at my usual time and prepared for work. About seven in the morning, I gave MD a call.

“How was your night?” I asked.

“Lovely. How about yours?”

“Lovely too.”

“Good. See, this afternoon, I will be going to Abuja. Mrs. Abdulahi wants to see me.”

That didn’t come as a surprise as Ms. Morgan frequented the federal capital. “Hope no problem.”

“No. it’s a routine visit. I should be back on Wednesday or Thursday. What special thing do you want me to bring for you?”

I appeared to think briefly. “Something money cannot buy.”

“Hmn? And what’s that?”

“Love. I want your love.”

She laughed shortly. “But you already have that. Are you in doubt?”

“I want more of it. More and more of it.”

She laughed shortly again. “Okay. I’ll give you all my heart. All of it. Can I get yours in turn?”

“Certainly. You already have mine. I won’t stop giving my love to you.”

We talked a little bit more on endearing things before hanging up. I went to work and put in my best as I used to.

Even while at work, Ms. Morgan and I kept exchanging communications. She briefed me about the latest happening to her over there while I briefed her about the latest happening from here. This continued the following day and on Wednesday. She was to return to Lagos Wednesday afternoon.

“What time would you be arriving so I can come and pick you up at the airport?”





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“What time would you be arriving so I can come and pick you up at the airport?”

“Oh, let Amanda and Linda come and pick me up,” she said. Linda was her personal driver I had known since I started working for her, while Amanda was the lady she recently employed as he Personal Assistant.

“Remember, we have to be discreet about this relationship for now," Ms. Morgan added.

That was true. How forgetful of me. That evening, when I went to visit her at the Ilupeju residence, I bought a nylon containing choice perfumes, body creams and a lady’s 24-carat Rolex wrist watch. I already knew the perfumes and body lotions she used. I had actually given her similar gifts before, but then, I had bought a Cartier watch. I had also been buying gifts for her on Christmas, Easter and her birthdays.

By December 15th, Ms. Morgan and I met to finalize the financial transactions for the years. We went through all the details the of transactions of her businesses together, including calculating the income and expenditure.

“You started this work in June,” she said. “Your profit sharing for the year should be half of what you deserve, but for your immense contributions to the business, you will get full share.”

I beamed in smile. “Thank you, madam. That is very generous and kind of you.”

I gave her a bow while she smiled. Any time we were discussing business, I was always formal and courteous in my acts.

“You’re welcome.”

Later, she sent millions of naira to my account. It was my earning from the profit sharing. It was a very cool sum and I was glad about it. I immediately gave her a call to thank her.

“It’s okay, Tayo. You deserve it.”

“All the same, I appreciate and thank you a lot.”

I decided I must not just be a ‘big’ receiver. Let me be a ‘big’ giver too. I had to think of a befitting gift for Ms. Morgan. What could that be? I knew she had tons of clothes, should I go ahead and buy her more clothes?

I sent a WhatsApp message to her. Can you please send me your sizes? Your waist, bust, thigh. Thanks.




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Can you please send me your sizes? Your waist, bust, thigh. Thanks.

It took her some time to reply, but then she might be busy. I got those sizes and went to our Opebi store to get the most exotic materials for ladies. With the assistance of Betty, a sales girl, I was able to get some skirts, blouses and bras. I also bought an expensive phone.

“Who is the lucky lady you’re buying all these for?” Betty asked out of curiosity. By then, the bill had already run into millions of naira.

I smiled. “Oh, it’s a special person. A very special person.”

“That person must really, really be special,” she mused.

In the evening, I put all the gifts in a new leather box and took them to Ilupeju.

“All these for me?” she expressed happily.

“Thanks so much, Tayo. You’re such a darling.”
We were in her bedroom. She opened the box and went through the items I had bought one by one. I was glad she liked them. Several minutes later, she informed me that Sophia had decided to give her a surprise visit during this Christmas. Sophia was her daughter she had talked a lot about but I was yet to meet physically.

Two days later, Sophia arrived from Spain. She looked a lot like her mother, though she was taller and lighter in complexion. I couldn’t stay long in Ms. Morgan’s apartment as everything had to be formal. On Christmas day, I was invited to the house for dinner.

Ms. Morgan gave a buffet, as usual. The three of us were at the table while Maria waited on us.

I had to conduct myself as a real employee of the madam of the house, a privileged employee.

“Next year, by God’s grace,” Ms. Morgan said, “I will host all my staff in new year dinner.”

I smiled. “That will be fine, madam. I’m sure all of us workers will appreciate it.”

I was mindful of what I said. However, I noticed that Sophia kept regular glances towards my direction. After the meal, we took different exotic wines. I was modest in eating and drinking as usual.

I got back late to my residence and I could only think of sleep.

I was about to sleep when my phone rang. It was from Ms. Morgan. Somehow, I thought Sophia might be with her, so I decided to talk formally as I had been doing since Sophia arrived the country.

“Hello, madam,” I said. “Thanks for the meal. I really enjoyed every bite of it.”

“This is not madam.”

I immediately became alert. The voice sounded like her daughter’s own, but I could not be too sure. “Who is this, please?”

“Sophia.”





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The voice sounded like her daughter’s own, but I could not be too sure. “Who is this, please?”

“Sophia.”

I sighed and wondered why she had to call me.

“Oh, Sophia. Hope no problem.”

“None. I just want to ask a simple question.”

I became curious. “What question?”

There was a long pause. “What’s between you and my mum?”

What! Why did she ask that? How could she suspect that there was something between her her mother and me?

“I don’t understand what you mean, Sophia.”

“Of course you do. I won't buy that pretense that you’re her employee. You’re more than that. Are you her lover?”

This was serious. How could she be asking me this? If she suspected anything, why didn’t she ask her mother?

All of a sudden, the line was disconnected.

Phew! Should I call the number back? I decided not to. Sophia was probably using the phone when her mother was not there. Okay, so she would have to call me back to get an answer to her question. But, how would I answer her?

How else? I would deny any intimate relationship with her mother, of course.

She did not call back that night.




The following morning, Ms. Morgan informed me that she would be travelling to Abuja again. I wished her safe journey. It was a Thursday. Yuletide sales were booming and I was very busy at the stores. That evening I didn’t return home until few minutes to eleven o’clock.

I had already bought the food I would be eating in a pack, so no need to cook. As I was eating the meal, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I picked up the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Am i interrupting anything?”

It was Sophia’s voice. I was instantly on the alert. “Sophia?”

“Yes. Am I on to Tayo?”

“Yes. How’re you?”

“I’m fine. How’re you too?”

“Let’s me say I thank God.”

“Good.” A pause. “I didn’t bother asking you the question I asked the other time again because I had got the answer to it.”

I grinned. “You did? That’s good.” So, what answer did you get? I asked in my mind.

“Are you offended by my question?” she asked.

“No, although I wondered why.”



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“Are you offended by my question?” she asked.

“No, although I wondered why.”

"I just wanted to know. Mum has told me everything."

I could not suppress the curiosity that came.

"What did she tell you?"

"She told me you're the most diligent worker she has."

I grinned at the comment. "Thank you for the compliment."

"She also told me you lost your wife early this year. Sorry about that."

"Thank you."

There was a pause.

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm about to eat."

"Eat what?"

I told her.

"Did you cook it or you bought it out?" She laughed shortly.

"I bought it out."

"You didn't buy for me?" She laughed again.

"Next time I would buy for you." I instantly realized that was not the answer I should have given her.

"When will that next time be?"

"Em...."

"Can that be tomorrow evening?"

Hey, see me see trouble. Where was Sophia goarding to? I quickly had to think of an idea. "I would have loved to take you out to dinner, but your mum will not like it."

"My mum?" Her tone appeared shocked.

"What has mum got to do with this?"

"She's my employer and she won't like one of her employees taking her daughter out for dinner."

"Oh, come off it. Mummy won't mind that."

I had to be insistent. "I'm sure she will."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to put you in any trouble, so I'll tell. For now, let me allow you to eat in peace. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She cut the line. I wondered what Ms. Morgan would react to the interest her daughter was showing. I needed to tread carefully.

By nine, on Friday morning, I got a call from Ms. Morgan. After the normal
exchange of pleasantries, she went on to talk about Sophia.

"She told me she will like you to take her to some places of interest."

"She did?"

"Yes, but I told her no. I told her I would not want her to develop any relationship with you. Do you know what she said thereafter?"

"No," I answered.

There was a pause. "She said I just confirmed her suspicion that something is going on between us. Sophia is always trying to be clever. If or when she calls you again, tell her plainly that I've called you to warn you not to develop any relationship with her. When I come to Lagos tomorrow, we'll see, my darling."





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"I called you to warn you not to develop any relationship with her. When I come to Lagos tomorrow, we'll see, my darling."

I grinned. "Okay, love."

I felt relieved about Sophia's angle. It was good her mother had told her to stay off. There was no way I could have managed that situation on my own without creating hostility.

In the afternoon, Sophia called me again. "Why didn't you tell me you and mum are lovers?"

"But..."

"But what? Why are you Nigerian guys like this? Why're you such opportunist?"

I decided not say a word, though I knew she was wrong in making generalization.

"I suppose you will squeeze her as much as popossible and dump her when it's convenient," she prattled on.

I still kept mute. Finally, she hanged up. Phew! What an unpleasant encounter.





Ms. Morgan said she would come back to Lagos early Friday evening. We chatted on the phone briefly. I gave her some business reports. They were good reports that she was pleased with.

"I want you to meet me at the airport," she said. "Come and pick me up."

"At your service," I replied and laughed.
Hours later, I was at the local wing of the MM International Airport to meet her. I helped her to carry the leather bag she had travelled with to my car.

"You look gorgeous as ever," I commented as soon as we entered the car.

"My baby boy is looking great too," she replied, eying me over.

"How was the trip?"

She smiled and nodded. "Fine. Very fine."

As I drove to join the main road, she instructed that I should drive to my residence.

"There's something I want to show you there."

"Something you want to show me? What could that be?"

"Just wait, darling. Wait until we get there."

We went up the staircase with her snuggling up to me, as if we were lovers arriving for a honeymoon. Her leather bag still remained in booth of the car as she took only her handbag.




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Her leather bag still remained in booth of the car as she took only her handbag.

I stopped to look at her.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said.

I preceded her to my bedroom. Now, I was all curious as I stared at her again. She deliberately took her time, opening her bag slowly.

She brought out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it into the air. The scent was exotic and erotic. She then started removing her cloth.

"I want to see the surprise you have for me," I said gently.

"Sh-sh-sh," she hushed me.

After the jacket, she removed her blouse. From there, her hands went to her skirt to unzip it and pull it down. Her hands moved up to bust to remove her white bra.

The nipples of her jaunty breasts stared back at me. The pair was indeed a sight to behold.
Her hands moved down again to the tight shorts she was wearing. Gingerly, she pulled it down and stepped out of it.

Ms. Morgan was now standing completely naked before me.

"This is what I want to show you," she cooed.





A couple of hours later, I drove Ms. Morgan to her Ilupeju residence. She held on to my right hand, even as I drove. She was looking like someone who had finally got what she had been longing for. At the gate of her residence, I didn't bother to drive in.

She kissed me goodnight, went to carry her bag from the booth and walked inside her compound. There was a look of contentment on her face. I started to drive the car back to my residence. I was angry with myself. I was angry because I had failed in adhering to my principle. I had failed.

I had allowed Ms. Morgan's enchanting body to ensnare me. I had fallen for her charming looks and body! I believed I had made a blunder and I must stop it henceforth. There was no way I would ever gloat over what I had done. Rather, it riled my heart that I had become weak.

That evening, I didn't feel like eating that evening. I didn't even feel like watching the t.v. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. The image of Ms. Morgan popped up. It was her naked body as she stood before me.

That was the most daring moment I had ever faced from a woman. I could have said no. I could have said I would not breach my moral code.

But, I did not.






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In some daring situations rules are broken.

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Ride on sir.

That was the most daring moment I had ever faced from a woman. I could have said no. I could have said I would not breach my moral code.But, I did not.

A message came into my phone. I picked it up to check it. It was a bank credit alert. Ms. Morgan had just paid substantial money into my account. So, that was it. I was now like a professional sex giver, whose service had been paid for.

How nauseating! Thankfully, I soon slept off.The following day was Saturday. I did work diligently and tried to forget the previous day episode with Ms. Morgan.

Towards evening, she called to ask how things were going.

"All is going well," I replied. "Thanks for yesterday," I added as an afterthought.

"Don't mention. Look, be expecting at your place this evening."

She cut the line before I could say anything. What would she be coming again to do? I asked myself. Come on, don't be silly, what else would she be coming to do? I shook my head.

If she thought she could turn me to a intimacy gadget, she would be making a big mistake!She came in the evening, driving herself. With her was a small bag. She had two food packs and some drinks in the bag.

She also had some clothes."I will be sleeping here," she declared, to my astonishment."I thought we said we would be discreet about this relationship."

"Of course, we are. You can't sleep in my place for now. That's why I'm here."We took the food which was still warm and took the drinks.

"There's something you have done to me, Tayo," she said.

"You've awakened my sexuality. I feel young again. I want more of you."

She came to sit on my laps. My heart started beating fast."I'm not happy with what happened yesterday.

"She looked at me sharply. "What happened yesterday?"

I paused for emphasis. "I was not supposed to break my resolve. We were not to have sex. Not for now."




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