Rosemary33:
Hi my name is Rosemary, this is my first time writing on this forum, I hope you enjoy the story...



He opened the door and found her standing outside all drenched with rain. her hair wet and lapped at her skull down to her shoulder like a fine silk with some straying hair across her forehead.

‘‘ can I come in ?” she asked, jacking him out of his dreamland.
‘‘Yes, sure” he answered.
she walked pass him in to the sitting room. her curves were very visible, swinging her buttocks side by side, he couldn’t help but notice the rhythm of her backside, no thanks to the rain, her gown held little or nothing back, as it clung to her body like a body suit.

‘‘ sorry I have to wake you up this time of the night, i was at the neighborhood when it started raining, I don’t have an umbrella with me, and my colleague, Mary, and her family, may not have enough room for me, so i have no option but to come here….but if you don’t want me, I can leav…”

‘‘oh no no.. you don’t need to go any where”
he interrupted her( rubbing his sweaty palm on his hair so he can get hold of himself, he really might be blabbing and not making any sense
‘‘ its okey with me.” he pursed
‘‘ please go to the bathroom and change into something dry, you can make do with any or my old shirts. i hope you can still find your way around? “
‘‘ yes, that is if you have not change a lot of things.” she said with an appreciating smile.

She climbed the stairs and he couldn’t help but look at her again.
Grace, she has always been beautiful! She was his pride and the envy of other women in the neighbourhood, his friends used to comment on how lucky he was to marry such a beauty, who could ever believe that they would not make it to their fourth wedding anniversary.

She turned towards his direction and caught him looking at her. he quickly withdrew his straying eyes, ‘‘ ehm… I will go check if there is anything left in the kitchen” he said awkwardly before she entered the guest room and close the door behind her.

that was not the first time she was doing that since their separation, showing up on his door step. married for just 3 years, they noticed their incompatibility and felt they could not go on. she a career driven woman, while he believed family comes first before any other thing.

They talked, dialogged, loosed tempers, accused each other, had heated arguments about her preference for her job until they felt they needed space to sort themselves out. so they went their separate ways.

But she kept coming over the house for one reason or another. either to take a cloth she left behind, or to pick up a document that belongs to her firm. the last time she said she wanted to check up on him and he has always try to be civil and treat her like a friend without emotions attached. but today, it looks like she came to tempt him, after 5 months of separation, his hormones still responds to this attractive woman that was once his wife.

‘‘ Can I help with the coffee ?” she asked from the kitchen door. her voice was like a melody to his ears. She was putting on one of his old shirts, which was hanging loose on her body with nothing underneath, her nipples were visible on the loosed shirt.

‘‘ ehm… hope what am putting on is okey with you ?” she asked him.
‘‘ ye..yes, never mind me, I have not seen you on those for a long time ” he answered, swallowed and pretended to be busy with what ever he was doing.
‘‘ so can I help with the coffee?” she asked again.
‘‘ sure, just come over here and help me with the coffee maker ” she walked towards him to get the Coffee maker, he wanted to get some eggs from the fridge, they brushed against each other and the connection between them was electrifying.

the stood looking at each other for a while, their breath faster than before, adrenaline rose higher, he looked at her lips, so soft and inviting, he wanted to draw back from her but the moment was magical, he looked at her eyes daring him to go on. her cent was intoxicating, her lips parted a little as if she wanted to say something, yet not a word came out of her mouth, the silence around them was obvious only the beating of their hearts was heard.

he bent his head a little, she closed her eyes as if she was dreaming, lips touch lips, she parted her lips wider, he was lost in the ocean of desire, as she gave her lips freely to him without holding back, he took what she offered like a hungry man in need of food . he drew her more close, his hands straying a little here and there. they were brought back from the world of ecstasy by the whistling of the kettle.

‘‘we shouldn’t be doing this” he said
‘‘ we are supposed to be divorced” she giggled a replied.
‘‘ babe, we can still remarry, just move in with me lets stop this madness” he pleaded
‘‘ let us eat” was all she said.

through out the night, she didn’t say any thing concerning what happened between then, but she too was considering his offer of remarrying him, she seriously was considering that

nice intro..really gonna be a great story.

I can't believe I have been following this post. I just hope I fall in love the way I fall fall for this post. I have been enjoying every bit of ur write-up. please how do I learn how to read novels.

Pls kindly mention me in your next post...

Rose..you are doing a good job...ride on girl

Please mention me in your next post.nice one OP...

Hmmm

OP u are doing a great job.. jah bless ya hand work.


nawa ooooo,, untop wetin. responsible man no suppose beat im wife no matter how d tin be..

Imelda u better find ur way.. dey there till he bend u like crefish

tanks for the update. jah bless

thank you for updating, but me I want more o.

:Dtnx for the update...

tnx for the update... �

Nice

Thanks very much Rosemary33 for the update, am very much hunger for this your story more than food now oooh. Still need the full gist plzzzzzzzzz!!!

Thanks for the update

Superb, wish I could just utter some magical words and have all the updates to the last episode appear on my phone. Great job.... Following till the end

Hmmm...I am enjoying this. Nice work Rosemary33

I love this story ehnnnn
Rosy, biko hurry up with the next update.

I am loving this story by the day. it seems like it should be completed right now. Please no abandon am o

Episode 13

It has been a busy day for both of them, Imelda had been busy with writing and replying mails and also cancelling appointments for her Madam.

Three appointments has been cancelled already since Grace entered into a close door meeting with two other Heads of departments.

But one Number kept calling, insisting to speak with Grace,

"Sir she is in a meeting and will not be coming out soon" Imelda tried to be polite for the third time

"Put her through, just for few seconds it won't take more than that" the Caller insisted

"I can't do that sir, she instructed me not to disturb her for anything " Imelda was getting impatient

"Then give me her private Number, that is all I ask for" I can't do that either Sir

"We won't be doing this if you had either put her through the line, or given me her private number, it is not a difficult task for you, is it? " the caller continued

"Sir I can not give you her private number without her giving me the permission to do so, am sorry Sir, but I have to go now" Imelda said with finality

"I may make it worth your while young lady, you may not know what some extra cash can do for you"

Imelda heard the soft chuckle at The other end of the phone, she Imagined the triumphant dance in his eyes,

"Fifty thousand box just for a Number, damn it, young lady you are practically doing nothing than giving out a number " The Caller continued

"What do you need the number for" Imelda asked after a little pause

"Allow me to worry about that, but I assure you that am not going to kidnap her or blackmail her"

"Fifty thousand for doing nothing?" Imelda thought, fifty thousand would be enough to make Ahmad happy for a while before she would receive Her salary by the end of the month.

Ahmad had asked her for a loan, promising to pay back when ever he gets some money, that would be one out of many loans Imelda has given him and was never paid back.

She doesn't want to ask Grace for money again, the last time she had begged Grace for thirty thousand, with the story that her mother was sick. She also feel that Grace was becoming suspicious of her many lies.
This would be a good opportunity to get the money for Ahmad, and buy herself some peace.

"Send the Money then I give you the Number "

She wasn't sure if what she was doing was right

"good girl" the caller said with a laugh.

*

Grace left the board room first before other HOD's, to answer the call that has persistently came through her phone during the meeting until she was forced to switch her phone off,

"Hello who is this "

"Finally she decided to speak to me" said the excited voice at the other end

Grace did not find it funny, she really hoped that who ever the caller was, he didn't disturb her during the meeting just to exchange pleasantries

"Who am I on to please "she said, walking down the hall to her office, the 'click click' from her shoes announced her entrance into the main hall, she gave an acknowledging nods to some worked as she walked towards her office

"Can you guess " the caller continued playing with her

"look Mr, I don't have time for Childish chit chat, it's obvious you have nothing of importance to say, please have a good day... "

"Wow lady! Chill, don't be too serious with life... "

"Being serious has gotten me to where I am today so... "

Grace turned towards her office, she peered through Mary's half closed door, Mary had her eyes glued to the television in the wall, definitely watching the Kadarshian show,

"ok it me, Me Morgan"

"Which Morgan?" Grace asked

"From Wilson Beverages"
Grace made an abrupt stop,

"What? " She shouted, attracting the attentions of some workers

"Surprise I guess " Mr Morgan was enjoying the reaction he got from her

"How did you get my Number?" she asked with a clinging teeth.

"Money talks babe, Money talks" he laughed

"it's not funny Mr Morgan, I want to know who gave you my Private number" she insisted

"Don't forget I can get anything I set my heart on, including your number babe" he said

"you have my official Number"

"I need to call you anytime, day or night, don't forget, you still work for me" he answered

"I don't think you acquired my Number just for the sake of the job we are doing for your company" Grace accused

"Ehm... no..."

"So what do you want?"

Grace walked towards Imelda's desk, picked her keys, opened her door and walked inside her office.

"What do you think I want" Mr Morgan teased

"I don't know" Grace got herself seated "you tell me" she said

"I want you Grace, be my girl" Mr Morgan said

"you are joking, seriously" Grace said
"I never joke with anything I want, so am asking again, Grace please date me" he assumed a serious tone

"I can't believe you sir, you don't even know me, we only met last week, how can... " Grace was saying

"It takes just a day to know someone, and knowing a formidable lady like you will be a nice job I want to take up"

"You know what Sir?... "

"call me Morgan"

"Morgan... I can't date you please accept that" she said with finality
There was silence at the other end of the phone, then:

"I will not force you into doing anything Grace, but I will like you to promise me you will think about this" Morgan said

There was really nothing to think about as far as she was concerned, but she wanted to get him off her back and her phone,

"Are you?" Morgan continued

"Am I what? Oh! Sure I will think about it" she said

"OK that's better, thank you"

The line went dead. She wanted to get angry at him but was surprised she wasn't, rather she had a smile on her face.
She had that smile on when she got another message on her phone:

"thank you so much Sweet, I am expecting a positive response, sorry for the last time, I have missed you so much. K"

She read the message over again, what was Ken trying to do? Calling her Sweet? When was the last time she enjoyed the pleasure of hearing him call her that?

She was amused as much as she was confused.

She picked the office phone to call Imelda.

*
"I will be there in a minute Ma"

Imelda felt her heart pumping fast, she did not know why her Madam would be summoning her into the office.

"could it be that this unknown caller has
spilled the beans and told Madam that I gave him her Number?" she thought

She moved her chair backward, straightened her cloth and went into the office to face her Madam.

"Sit down Imelda" Grace said

She noticed how uncomfortable the young lady was and wondered why, May be she was feeling guilty about her relationship with the boss, Grace through.

"How are you Imelda" Grace asked her

"I'm fine ma" Imelda answers, relieved and surprised.

"Imelda I want to know what is going on with you, lately you seem to have lost some weight and your usual excitement, are you passing through some problems? "Grace asked with concern

"no ma, am just ehm... Watching my weight... "Imelda defended

"Don't tell me that Imelda, you have always been Slim and have no reason to watch your weight"

Imelda held her head down in silence

"How is your mother's health? is everything alright with her?" Grace asked

"She is ehm... Getting better Ma" Imelda lied
Grace sighed softly

"Imelda, talk to me, am sorry but I feel there is something going on with you, you have ehm... You have collected money from me three times in less than one month, and they are not small amounts..."

"Sorry Ma, I will really pay you back immediately I get my salary..." Imelda was uncomfortable now, Grace could see it in her countenance and the way she kept adjusting herself on the seat

"I am not interested in you paying me back Imelda, I want to know if you are in any sort of trouble, are you being blackmailed?"

"N... N... No Ma, not at all"

Grace looked at her for a while, wishing she could open up to her what ever it was that is making her this uncomfortable. Then she remembered the marks on her body

"I saw a some marks on your body last week and today" Grace carefully said, Observing her reaction

Imelda looked up shapely, fear was written all over her

"You are being abused Imelda" Grace added

"Who told you that Ma" Imelda asked

"You just told me now, the look on your face and your reaction when I said it, confirmed it" Grace said, looking at her with pity

Imelda couldn't hold her gaze, she bent her head and was crying softly.

"It is Mr Ogungbeso, our boss, isn't it?" Grace asked, not knowing who else to accuse

Episode 13

It has been a busy day for both of them, Imelda had been busy with writing and replying mails and also cancelling appointments for her Madam.

Three appointments has been cancelled already since Grace entered into a close door meeting with two other Heads of departments.

But one Number kept calling, insisting to speak with Grace,

"Sir she is in a meeting and will not be coming out soon" Imelda tried to be polite for the third time

"Put her through, just for few seconds it won't take more than that" the Caller insisted

"I can't do that sir, she instructed me not to disturb her for anything " Imelda was getting impatient

"Then give me her private Number, that is all I ask for" I can't do that either Sir

"We won't be doing this till if you had either put her through the line, or given me her private number, it is not a difficult task for you, is it? " the caller continued

"Sir I can not give you her private number without her giving me the permission to do so, am sorry Sir, but I have to go now" Imelda said with finality

"I may make it worth your while young lady, you may not know what some extra cash can do for you"

Imelda heard the soft chuckle at The other end of the phone, she Imagined the triumphant dance in his eyes,

"Fifty thousand box just for a Number, damn it, young lady you are practically doing nothing than giving out a number " The Caller continued

"What do you need the number for" Imelda asked after a little pause

"Allow me to worry about that, but I assure you that am not going to kidnap her or blackmail her"

"Fifty thousand for doing nothing?" Imelda thought, fifty thousand would be enough to make Ahmad happy for a while before she would receive Her salary by the end of the month.

Ahmad had asked her for a loan, promising to pay back when ever he gets some money, that would be one out of many loans Imelda has given him and was never paid back.

She doesn't want to ask Grace for money again, the last time she had begged Grace for thirty thousand, with the story that her mother was sick. She also feel that Grace was becoming suspicious of her many lies.
This would be a good opportunity to get the money for Ahmad, and buy herself some peace.

"Send the Money then I give you the Number "

She wasn't sure if what she was doing was right

"good girl" the caller said with a laugh.

*

Grace left the board room first before other HOD's, to answer the call that has persistently came through her phone during the meeting until she was forced to switch her phone off,

"Hello who is this "

"Finally she decided to speak to me" said the excited voice at the other end

Grace did not find it funny, she really hoped that who ever the caller was, didn't disturb her during the meeting just to exchange pleasantries

"Who am I on to please "she said, walking down the hall to her office, the 'click click' from her shoes announced her entrance into the main hall, she gave an acknowledging nods to some worked as she walked towards her office

"Can you guess " the caller continued playing with her

"look Mr, I don't have time for Childish chit chat, it's obvious you have nothing of importance to say, please have a good day... "

"Wow lady! Chill, don't be too serious with life... "

"Being serious has gotten me to where I am today so... "

Grace turned towards her office, she peered through Mary's half closed door, Mary had her eyes glued to the television in the wall, definitely watching the Kadarshian show,

"ok it me, Me Morgan"

"Which Morgan?" Grace asked

"From Wilson Beverages"
Grace made an abrupt stop,

"What? " She shouted, attracting the attentions of some workers

"Surprise I guess " Mr Morgan was enjoying the reaction he got from her

"How did you get my Number?" she asked with a clinging teeth.

"Money talks babe, Money talks" he laughed

"it's not funny Mr Morgan, I want to know who gave you my Private number" she insisted

"Don't forget I can get anything I set my heart on, including your number babe" he said

"you have my official Number"

"I need to call you anytime, day or night, don't forget, you still work for me" he answered

"I don't think you acquired my Number just for the sake of the job we are doing for your company" Grace accused

"Ehm... no..."

"So what do you want?"

Grace walked towards Imelda's desk, picked her keys, opened her door and walked inside her office.

"What do you think I want" Mr Morgan teased

"I don't know" Grace got herself seated "you tell me" she said

"I want you Grace, be my girl" Mr Morgan said

"you are joking, seriously" Grace said
"I never joke with anything I want, so am asking again, Grace please date me" he assumed a serious tone

"I can't believe you sir, you don't even know me, we only met last week, how can... " Grace was saying

"It takes just a day to know someone, and knowing a formidable lady like you will be a nice job I want to take up"

"You know what Sir?... "

"call me Morgan"

"Morgan... I can't date you please accept that" she said with finality
There was silence at the other end of the phone, then:

"I will not force you into doing anything Grace, but I will like you to promise me you will think about this" Morgan said

There was really nothing to think about as far as she was concerned, but she wanted to get him off her back and her phone,

"Are you?" Morgan continued

"Am I what? Oh! Sure I will think about it" she said

"OK that's better, thank you"

The line went dead. She wanted to get angry at him but was surprised she wasn't, rather she had a smile on her face.
She had that smile on when she got another message on her phone:

"thank you so much Sweet, I am expecting a positive response, sorry for the last time, I have missed you so much. K"

She read the message over again, what was Ken trying to do? Calling her Sweet? When was the last time she enjoyed the pleasure of hearing him call her that?

She was amused as much as she was confused.

She picked the office phone to call Imelda.

*
"I will be there in a minute Ma"

Imelda felt her heart pumping fast, she did not know why her Madam would be summoning her into the office.

"could it be that this unknown caller has
spilled the beans and told Madam that I gave him her Number?" she thought

She moved her chair backward, straightened her cloth and went into the office to face her Madam.

"Sit down Imelda" Grace said

She noticed how uncomfortable the young lady was and wondered why, May be she was feeling guilty about her relationship with the boss, Grace through.

"How are you Imelda" Grace asked her

"I'm fine ma" Imelda answers, relieved and surprised.

"Imelda I want to know what is going on with you, lately you seem to have lost some weight and your usual excitement, are you passing through some problems? "Grace asked with concern

"no ma, am just ehm... Watching my weight... "Imelda defended

"Don't tell me that Imelda, you have always been Slim and have no reason to watch your weight"

Imelda held her head down in silence

"How is your mother's health? is everything alright with her?" Grace asked

"She is ehm... Getting better Ma" Imelda lied
Grace sighed softly

"Imelda, talk to me, am sorry but I feel there is something going on with you, you have ehm... You have collected money from me three times in less than one month, and they are not small amounts..."

"Sorry Ma, I will really pay you back immediately I get my salary..." Imelda was uncomfortable now, Grace could see it in her countenance and the way she kept adjusting herself on the seat

"I am not interested in you paying me back Imelda, I want to know if you are in any sort of trouble, are you being blackmailed?"

"N... N... No Ma, not at all"

Grace looked at her for a while, wishing she could open up to her what ever it was that is making her this uncomfortable. Then she remembered the marks on her body

"I saw a some marks on your body last week and today" Grace carefully said, Observing her reaction

Imelda looked up shapely, fear was written all over her

"You are being abused Imelda" Grace added

"Who told you that Ma" Imelda asked

"You just told me now, the look on your face and your reaction when I said it, confirmed it" Grace said, looking at her with pity

Imelda couldn't hold her gaze, she bent her head and was crying softly.

"It is Mr Ogungbeso, our boss, isn't it?" Grace asked, not knowing who else to accuse

OP Weldon..

Thumbs up..... An interesting story line.
But y d double posting doh...

gennysq:
Thumbs up..... An interesting story line.

But y d double posting doh...

It was a mistake, sorry about that.

RIDE ON, WE ARE FOLLOWING

tiri gbosa for you Rosemary33

Nice one.... Keep it coming

Rosemary33:
Episode 13

It has been a busy day for both of them, Imelda had been busy with writing and replying mails and also cancelling appointments for her Madam.

Three appointments has been cancelled already since Grace entered into a close door meeting with two other Heads of departments.

But one Number kept calling, insisting to speak with Grace,

"Sir she is in a meeting and will not be coming out soon" Imelda tried to be polite for the third time

"Put her through, just for few seconds it won't take more than that" the Caller insisted

"I can't do that sir, she instructed me not to disturb her for anything " Imelda was getting impatient

"Then give me her private Number, that is all I ask for" I can't do that either Sir

"We won't be doing this till if you had either put her through the line, or given me her private number, it is not a difficult task for you, is it? " the caller continued

"Sir I can not give you her private number without her giving me the permission to do so, am sorry Sir, but I have to go now" Imelda said with finality

"I may make it worth your while young lady, you may not know what some extra cash can do for you"

Imelda heard the soft chuckle at The other end of the phone, she Imagined the triumphant dance in his eyes,

"Fifty thousand box just for a Number, damn it, young lady you are practically doing nothing than giving out a number " The Caller continued

"What do you need the number for" Imelda asked after a little pause

"Allow me to worry about that, but I assure you that am not going to kidnap her or blackmail her"

"Fifty thousand for doing nothing?" Imelda thought, fifty thousand would be enough to make Ahmad happy for a while before she would receive Her salary by the end of the month.

Ahmad had asked her for a loan, promising to pay back when ever he gets some money, that would be one out of many loans Imelda has given him and was never paid back.

She doesn't want to ask Grace for money again, the last time she had begged Grace for thirty thousand, with the story that her mother was sick. She also feel that Grace was becoming suspicious of her many lies.
This would be a good opportunity to get the money for Ahmad, and buy herself some peace.

"Send the Money then I give you the Number "

She wasn't sure if what she was doing was right

"good girl" the caller said with a laugh.

*

Grace left the board room first before other HOD's, to answer the call that has persistently came through her phone during the meeting until she was forced to switch her phone off,

"Hello who is this "

"Finally she decided to speak to me" said the excited voice at the other end

Grace did not find it funny, she really hoped that who ever the caller was, didn't disturb her during the meeting just to exchange pleasantries

"Who am I on to please "she said, walking down the hall to her office, the 'click click' from her shoes announced her entrance into the main hall, she gave an acknowledging nods to some worked as she walked towards her office

"Can you guess " the caller continued playing with her

"look Mr, I don't have time for Childish chit chat, it's obvious you have nothing of importance to say, please have a good day... "

"Wow lady! Chill, don't be too serious with life... "

"Being serious has gotten me to where I am today so... "

Grace turned towards her office, she peered through Mary's half closed door, Mary had her eyes glued to the television in the wall, definitely watching the Kadarshian show,

"ok it me, Me Morgan"

"Which Morgan?" Grace asked

"From Wilson Beverages"
Grace made an abrupt stop,

"What? " She shouted, attracting the attentions of some workers

"Surprise I guess " Mr Morgan was enjoying the reaction he got from her

"How did you get my Number?" she asked with a clinging teeth.

"Money talks babe, Money talks" he laughed

"it's not funny Mr Morgan, I want to know who gave you my Private number" she insisted

"Don't forget I can get anything I set my heart on, including your number babe" he said

"you have my official Number"

"I need to call you anytime, day or night, don't forget, you still work for me" he answered

"I don't think you acquired my Number just for the sake of the job we are doing for your company" Grace accused

"Ehm... no..."

"So what do you want?"

Grace walked towards Imelda's desk, picked her keys, opened her door and walked inside her office.

"What do you think I want" Mr Morgan teased

"I don't know" Grace got herself seated "you tell me" she said

"I want you Grace, be my girl" Mr Morgan said

"you are joking, seriously" Grace said
"I never joke with anything I want, so am asking again, Grace please date me" he assumed a serious tone

"I can't believe you sir, you don't even know me, we only met last week, how can... " Grace was saying

"It takes just a day to know someone, and knowing a formidable lady like you will be a nice job I want to take up"

"You know what Sir?... "

"call me Morgan"

"Morgan... I can't date you please accept that" she said with finality
There was silence at the other end of the phone, then:

"I will not force you into doing anything Grace, but I will like you to promise me you will think about this" Morgan said

There was really nothing to think about as far as she was concerned, but she wanted to get him off her back and her phone,

"Are you?" Morgan continued

"Am I what? Oh! Sure I will think about it" she said

"OK that's better, thank you"

The line went dead. She wanted to get angry at him but was surprised she wasn't, rather she had a smile on her face.
She had that smile on when she got another message on her phone:

"thank you so much Sweet, I am expecting a positive response, sorry for the last time, I have missed you so much. K"

She read the message over again, what was Ken trying to do? Calling her Sweet? When was the last time she enjoyed the pleasure of hearing him call her that?

She was amused as much as she was confused.

She picked the office phone to call Imelda.

*
"I will be there in a minute Ma"

Imelda felt her heart pumping fast, she did not know why her Madam would be summoning her into the office.

"could it be that this unknown caller has
spilled the beans and told Madam that I gave him her Number?" she thought

She moved her chair backward, straightened her cloth and went into the office to face her Madam.

"Sit down Imelda" Grace said

She noticed how uncomfortable the young lady was and wondered why, May be she was feeling guilty about her relationship with the boss, Grace through.

"How are you Imelda" Grace asked her

"I'm fine ma" Imelda answers, relieved and surprised.

"Imelda I want to know what is going on with you, lately you seem to have lost some weight and your usual excitement, are you passing through some problems? "Grace asked with concern

"no ma, am just ehm... Watching my weight... "Imelda defended

"Don't tell me that Imelda, you have always been Slim and have no reason to watch your weight"

Imelda held her head down in silence

"How is your mother's health? is everything alright with her?" Grace asked

"She is ehm... Getting better Ma" Imelda lied
Grace sighed softly

"Imelda, talk to me, am sorry but I feel there is something going on with you, you have ehm... You have collected money from me three times in less than one month, and they are not small amounts..."

"Sorry Ma, I will really pay you back immediately I get my salary..." Imelda was uncomfortable now, Grace could see it in her countenance and the way she kept adjusting herself on the seat

"I am not interested in you paying me back Imelda, I want to know if you are in any sort of trouble, are you being blackmailed?"

"N... N... No Ma, not at all"

Grace looked at her for a while, wishing she could open up to her what ever it was that is making her this uncomfortable. Then she remembered the marks on her body

"I saw a some marks on your body last week and today" Grace carefully said, Observing her reaction

Imelda looked up shapely, fear was written all over her

"You are being abused Imelda" Grace added

"Who told you that Ma" Imelda asked

"You just told me now, the look on your face and your reaction when I said it, confirmed it" Grace said, looking at her with pity

Imelda couldn't hold her gaze, she bent her head and was crying softly.

"It is Mr Ogungbeso, our boss, isn't it?" Grace asked, not knowing who else to accuse

Wonderful

kingBenedict:
Wonderful

plz stop quoting story,,

skubido:


plz stop quoting story,,

Tell them ooooo

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kingbenedict, pls just click on the reply button instead of quoting the whole update. Rosemary33 thanks for the update.