Wow, exactly what I wanted to comment when I read how dele was treating her. (first time commenting)... It wasn't seyi's fault she acted the way she did... Dele wasn't telling her anything, cause he was planning a surprise engagement party for her.. She only over reacted, thinking dele was cheating. And she has already tried to beg tinu, before dele found out. My dear, tinu went far taking those children away from dele, this was something she could have easily told dele to talk to his gf or future wife, not something u just rashly take a decision of not letting the man see his children forever. Elsa, I don't like her that much in this story.. Seyi should get tinu back, n leave dele... The guy too dey form like say na him Don suffer pass, or na him mama suffer pass... His unforgiving spirit is just something else for me... Seyi, u need a fresh start biko.. Man dated you for how many years, and when he started acting suspicious, you reacted, now he's acting like seyi's God. Imagine all the embarrassments she has suffered(I know it can't be compared to what tinu in the story. ) Elsa should continue babysitting her son..

Kechbeau:
Wow, exactly what I wanted to comment when I read how dele was treating her. (first time commenting)... It wasn't seyi's fault she acted the way she did... Dele wasn't telling her anything, cause he was planning a surprise engagement party for her.. She only over reacted, thinking dele was cheating. And she has already tried to beg tinu, before dele found out. My dear, tinu went far taking those children away from dele, this was something she could have easily told dele to talk to his gf or future wife, not something u just rashly take a decision of not letting the man see his children forever. Elsa, I don't like her that much in this story.. Seyi should get tinu back, n leave dele... The guy too dey form like say na him Don suffer pass, or na him mama suffer pass... His unforgiving spirit is just something else for me... Seyi, u need a fresh start biko.. Man dated you for how many years, and when he started acting suspicious, you reacted, now he's acting like seyi's God. Imagine all the embarrassments she has suffered(I know it can't be compared to what tinu in the story. ) Elsa should continue babysitting her son..

Dele did not treat Tinu and the children right when they were married, even when the son almost died and needed Dele to donate blood he refused. Don't blame Tinu for running away with her children, She has suffered too much, and Dele has shown her pepper and Seyifunmi is making her more afraid.

Mukhtar20:
well said bro

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Fortunebae:
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Fortunebae:
Honestly, if I am Seyi, I would do all I can to get Tinu and her kids back to Dele, but I am sure as hell not going BK to him, I know Seyifunmi was wrong, her only crime is her insecurities and she acts before thinking, but then who wouldn't jump into such conclusions, this is not a case of how much you trust your man, we are only blaming her because we are the readers and know what is going on, she doesn't, her only fault is not calming down and confronting Dele instead of Tinu, it's not that much of an issue to the point of calling off the engagement and all the embarrassments that followed. Whatever happened to Love covering a multitude of sins? Mehn, I am getting emotional right now cos this is something I have seen happen before, Dele had every right to be angry, but he over stretched it, it goes to show that even if they get married, His kids comes first before her, what then happens if she ends up having her own kids?

Yes, Dele would still have loved Seyi's children the same way he loves the ones birthed to him by Tinu. How did I come to this conclusion? Are Regina and Chris jr his? No, yet he still love them the way he loves Temi and Tomini.

Stop painting Dele's actions that bad, this man grew up without knowing was a love from a father is, and he want to fix it by giving it all to any kid around him. Therefore he'll do away with anything or anyone that want to deny him such privilege.

What's the crime in him loving the kids more than Seyi
Ooh, it's normal for mothers to love their kids more than their husbands, but it's a crime for a man to do likewise ba?
Issokay
Dele!!! Ride on
But you get strong head sha

A man (father) should love his wife more than his children and same applies to a woman(mother). Spouses should come first, always!

But, Dele isn't married to Seyi, so I don't know what to say.

Dele, this one you're punishing Seyifunmi is too much.. Fine she made a mistake, but that was b4 your proposal which she tried to make amends but was futile.. Good you are not God ooo. Forgive and both if you can work out how to find your kids not making her cry her life out and subjecting her to ridicule and Seyifunmi too should brazen up and stop doing as if Dele is the only man on Earth... The more she begs, the more delay will feel like something else but in the other hand, I hope she finds Tinu and her children quickly so there can be good and positive turn out.. I don't know, the way Millieademi makes Seyifunmi's love looks like kinda makes me sick but great work miss or bro... More updates...

God bless you for this write up. Seyifunmi is insecure, since Dele is her soon to be husband, she should have trusted him, because any relationship without trust is not going to last long not to talk of marriage. And Dele's wahala is too much, I didn't like the way he treated Seyi at all, he behave as if he is her God. And his mother didn't try at all, the woman is such a drama queen. Tinu also didn't act well, she should have told Dele about the confrontation before taking such a drastic action. Seyifunmi should better look for a better guy and not a mum's boy like Dele.

Episode 44 - My life isn't just complete without you.

His fingers raced up and down her arm as her warm, nude body pressed against his side. Her head laid directly over his heart and her right hand splayed over his chest. He stared at the ceiling trying to calm himself after the passionate love they'd just made. He could feel her pants ease into soft gasps. And he could bet she could hear his erratic heartbeats.

How did the woman manage to get under his skin so fast?

Her hand stirred and she ran her finger tips over the patch of hair on his chest. Her aimless traipsing turned to teasing as she ran her fingers over his nipple. He shivered and she giggled.

Evil minx.

"I've been wanting to ask you something, Chris." She whispered and set her hand flat over his chest.

"Go ahead, my love."

She sighed and said, "There's this thing you say when you, uh, when you come. Hyatt or something like that."

He chuckled.

"What does it mean?"

"It's not Hyatt. It's Arabic."

"Ehn, what is it?" She said and pulled away and sat up to stare at him.

His eyes flitted to her bare chest.

"Stop that." She said and pulled her braids from behind her to cover her breasts.

He chuckled.

"I've seen them, Tinu. I've tasted them, bit them, licked them-"

"I get it. Sheesh." She squealed and pulled the blanket up to cover herself. "Just tell me what you say."

He smiled and turned his head to look at the ceiling.

"Remove the blanket then I'll tell you." He deadpanned.

"Chris, nau." She whined.

He didn't know what her problem was. They were married for crying out loud.

He pretended not to hear her protests.

"If you want me to tell you, then take it off." He said still staring at the ceiling.

She sighed and pushed the blanket away from her torso.

"Are you happy?" She said.

He turned to her, smiling at her. He reached out and tossed her braids behind her shoulders.

"I am now. Tinu, never hide yourself from me. Please. Not just your body, I want to see your heart and soul too." He told her as he cupped her face and stared into her eyes.

She pursed her lips and nodded.

"I call you Ya hayati. It's Arabic for my life." He told her as his thumb carressed her cheek.

"W-w-why Arabic?"

He shrugged. "Growing up, my nanny was half-Fulani, half-Omani. She used to tell me a lot of Arabic folklore. When I had to take over the company, Arabic was one of the first languages I learned since we dealt a lot with them. I just love the language."

She gave a small smile. "What does Ya hayati mean?"

He locked gazes with her.

"My life."

She burst into laughter. "Real smooth. Your life? You were living before I met you."

His hand slipped to her neck, and he held it tight, though not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to get her to get her attention.

"Tinu, you make my life complete. Before you, I barely had anything to live for besides OHC. With you, it's like I have everything thing I could ever wish for. And my life wouldn't be complete without you in it."

"Chris," she moaned.

"I mean it."

She leaned in and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself soft body against his hard chest.

"I love you," she said, smiling. She giggled and said, "Ya hayati. Can I call you that too?"

He grinned and said, "Go find your own, copycata."

She beamed at him and stuck out her tongue.

"Teach me to say You're my everything'"

"Your everything?" He jived.

She nodded. "I don't think I'd survive without you."

"And I'm the smooth one."

"Just teach me, jare."

He smiled and pulled her closer to him. He rolled over and straddled her.

A gasp left her as her breaths started to go into short pants.

"'Ant kulashay' balnsbtli." He said and she burst into laughter.

"Let me borrow Ya hayati before I bite my tongue off."

He chuckled and said, "Come on. You can say it."

"I can't Chris. Ya hayati's easier." She said.

"Please, for me. I want to see those words sinfully gorgeous lips of yours." He said and pressed his lips to hers, nipping, licking, adoring.

She moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck. He pulled away from her and said, "Say it."

"'Ant…" he guided.

"Ant…" she said with the nuance off.

He smiled. He'd correct that later.

"Kulashay'…"

"Kulashay'…"

"Balnsbtli."

"Balnsbtli."

He grinned at her and carressed her face.

"Ya hayati, oriido an ankoona ma'aki ila al-abad." He said and kissed her again.

*****

I really thought we'd be together forever.

Chris pushed the box of jigsaw puzzle pieces away from him. He turned his head and saw the white elderly man beside him put a chess piece in mouth and gnaw on it. Two nurses ran to him and pulled the piece out of his mouth.

Was he really going to grow old here? While Tinu and their children went on believing he was whatever his father told them.

Had she remarried? Did she think about him? Did she miss him like he missed her? Would he ever get back to the love of his life? To his children? Regina would be three now. Who did she look like? Did she have her mother's eyes like he'd hoped? He'd wanted to be beside Tinu as she brought their baby to the world. To give her the comfort Dele didn't give her when she had the twins. To hold her hand as she brought forth their miracle baby, the symbol of their love.

Tears struck his eyes as he realized he'd failed her and broken his promise to be by her side every step of the way. He clenched his jaws and pushed the case of puzzle pieces over the table.

"Mr. James," the bodyguard nurse cried.

He hissed as he heard her voice. He couldn't stand them. She and her partner, Aiden, reminded him just how much of a conniving bastard his father was.

She skittered to his side.

"Stay calm, Mr. James."

"I am not James," he screamed. He'd been telling her that. "When is your dumb head going to get that?"

She sighed and rubbed her temples. Her chestnut hair was pulled back from her face in a tight bunch and her white scrubs shone under the fluorescent lighting.

"Mr. James-"

He groaned. There was no getting through to her. Courtesy Jason Oduah, everyone believed he was some James.

"You need to calm down. Take deep breaths." She said rubbing his arm.

"Why do you waste time talking to the nut job? Hit him up with some tranquillizer. That'll shut his yapping." Aiden snapped in a Cockney accent.

"He's not a beast, Aiden. He's just mentally infirm." The nurse, Bianca, said.

"A mentally infirm nigger. Ain't worth the care. If he's father weren't paying a truckload of money, I wouldn't touch him with a mile long pole." The nurse said and spat in his face. The sand haired, buff man wiped his thin lips and sneered at him with a lopsided smirk and his baby blue eyes shimmering with mischief.

Chris knew he couldn't afford to get him angry. His life was in the racist bastard's hands, so he'd keep quiet till he got free and could get his revenge.

Chris turned to glare at him as the nurse cried in horror.

"Sorry," she whispered and wiped his face with a folded handkerchief she pulled out of her pockets.

She smiled at him. Her russet brown eyes held hope and care in them. Maybe this nurse would be his ticket out of here. Maybe rather than despise her, he had to get closer to her.

"You're gonna be okay, Mr. James. I promise."

He nodded. He was gonna be more than okay, when he was done with her.

******
Tinu jerked out of bed screaming her late husband's name. Her chest rose and fell with fear as she looked at the wall opposite her bed. Her mind replaying the horrid nightmare. Fat drops of tears slid down her face creating a waterfall.

She squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop the memory from playing in her head. It didn't. She let out a weak sob and curled into a foetal ball. She'd relived her husband's accident. She'd been in the car as the heart attack started as he drove into a tree. She was there as the doctors announced him DOA and as the morgue attendants cleaned him up.

The most agonizing part was seeing a man in a mask come and carve her husband's heart out of his chest, all the while sneering at her and calling her Ya hayati. She tried to stop him but couldn't.

The next thing she knew, two men grabbed her arms and held her while the other man tried to feed her her husband's heart. She'd squeezed her mouth shut and tried to get away from them.

Then the man with her husband's heart morphed into her husband and said the same words Chris had said that night.


Ya hayati, oriido an ankoona ma'aki ila al-abad.

Her eyes met her alarm clock. She didn't even know why she kept the thing. She always woke up hours before it'd ring. It was a miracle she was still functioning with the little to no sleep she'd been getting. Her nightmares had been persistent since she got out of the hospital, but since she moved back here, they became worse.

Was it because she was surrounded with so many memories of Chris? Or was it because she hadn't moved on yet?

Maybe a one night stand is what you need. Great sexing will help you relax, a voice said in her head. And her heart yelled in protest as guilt pierced it through.

You'd be cheating on him.

It's till death do us part. You can't cheat on a dead person. Her head countered.

That couldn't be her head.

Or maybe it was the head located south of her waistline.

Tinu sat up as the idea began to appeal to her. Maybe it'd help. And her hormones had been raging.

It'll just be casual sex. He doesn't have to know who you are.

Don't do it, Tinu.

You need it. He'd help you relax. And you'd forget about Chris. Even if it's just for a night. Don't you want to feel a man's touch again. To have a man hold you, squeeze you, drill into you. You have the rest of your life ahead of you as a widow. And you don't want to remarry. You don't want to get a vibrator. Tinu, don't you want to feel good.

She sighed and looked at the clock again.

21:58

Maybe she could head down to a club, find a willing guy, and take him to a hotel.

Tinu, don't do it.

She ignored the voice of her heart and went with the warm aching anticipation brewing in her loins.

She rolled out of bed and walked to the ensuite.

It would just be this night. Only this night.

*****
Tinu sighed and took a sip out of her drink. What was she doing here? After showering, making up and pulling on a long blouse she would normally have paired with a pair of leggings, she sat by the bar sipping on her third glass of whiskey.

This was much harder than she thought. She just couldn't do it- have sex with a complete stranger. Even when she was younger she never did this. And now her thirty-two year old h*orny self had her hunting for a d*ick for the night.

She cringed. She was a mother of four. What sort of example was she setting for Tomini and Regina? She downed her drink, and winced as it burned a trail down her throat.

"Easy there. You don't down whiskey like that." A voice said from beside her.

She turned and faced him. The young man smiled at her and she sized him up from head to toe. He was young. Very young.

"Like what you see?" He said smirking.

She sighed.

See what you brought upon yourself. Even this one that's still supposed to be sucking breast is talking to you. She'd rejected men much older than him, men who didn't phone home every month end for an allowance.

His eyes skimmed from the top of her wine coloured weave to her be shoulders to the swell of her breasts in the armless blouse and down to the hem of the blouse which stopped midthigh.

"Look, guy-"

"It's Veron." He said beaming.

She rolled her eyes. "Look, Veron, why don't you run along and tell your friends who dared you to come over here that you talked to me and I didn't dig you. Okay."

He chuckled and she bent her head looking at the empty glass.


"No on dared me to talk to you." He said and inched closer. "I could sense your need all the way across the room."

She raised her head.

What was he talking about?

"Yeah, you're probably confused right now. I'm psychic to an extent. I read motivations, desires, needs and fears." He said and Tinu burst into laughter.

What was this boy smoking?

"Look, Veron. You've been really charming and funny. Thanks for the laugh. I needed it." She said turning to face him. She patted his arm. "Please, dear, I want to be alone."

"You want to forget your late husband. You want the nightmares to stop."

Tinu gasped and stared at him in fear.

He smiled.

"That's why you came here. You want to forget even if it's only one night," he said and bent to her ears, "you need to feel like a woman like a woman again."

He pulled back and placed a hand on her bare shoulders.

"You don't want anyone to know who you are," he said as his thumb ran to and fro over her collarbone to the top of her breasts. A chill raced up her spine as goosebumps carpeted her skin.

"I can give you a nice time. I don't even know your name, so there's no finding you out."

She opened her mouth, but could form no words.

"What do you say?"

Was this what she was looking for?

"I can see you need a few minutes to think it over." He said and picked up her phone from the bar top. He typed in his number in the emergency phone dialler.

He winked at her and walked away.

I dont get how all of this is not Seyi's fault, I get it that she was angry and jealous, but she went over board when she demeaned Tinu in the presence of her child. This Veron guy is sha very creepy

This Veron might be one of Jason’s boys ooooo
Tinu pls don’t fall for this trap.

Thanks for the update ma’am

Somehow this guy would know Jason!
Don't fall for this tinu!

Thanks for the update Millie.
plssss don't allow Tinu to make this stupid mistake.

How can Veron know about her husband and yet doesn't know her name he's a liar..
Tinu don't fall into this trap oo

Whether or not Veron was sent by wicked Jason...
She has fallen into a cobweb.
It will be extremely hard for her to come out of it.

Thanks for the update ma'am.

thanks for the update, Tinu this is a trap o, use your head don't fall for it.

Haaaaaaaaaaaa

Hmm...this seem like a trap. I hope tinu doesn't fall for it

those refreshing for update should gather here for meeting

Somehow, most of us have spoken as though we've not fallen (like organs puncturing type of fall) in love, and met betrayal. The pain of betrayer in a relationship does not only dull the sense of reasoning, it obliterates it. Until Dele sees his kids, he won't be pacified. Those blaming Dele and making him look like a mummys boy, I guess you don't understand what it means having just your mum against the vicissitudes life throws your way. If Tinu gets with Veron, and finds out Chris is alive, she won-t forgive herself. I do suspect that Veron may try blackmail her if she goes through with it. Thank Millie for the updates.

enirock:
Somehow, most of us have spoken as though we've not fallen (like organs puncturing type of fall) in love, and met betrayal. The pain of betrayer in a relationship does not only dull the sense of reasoning, it obliterates it. Until Dele sees his kids, he won't be pacified. Those blaming Dele and making him look like a mummys boy, I guess you don't understand what it means having just your mum against the vicissitudes life throws your way. If Tinu gets with Veron, and finds out Chris is alive, she won-t forgive herself. I do suspect that Veron may try blackmail her if she goes through with it. Thank Millie for the updates.

Thank you! well said

enirock:
Somehow, most of us have spoken as though we've not fallen (like organs puncturing type of fall) in love, and met betrayal. The pain of betrayer in a relationship does not only dull the sense of reasoning, it obliterates it. Until Dele sees his kids, he won't be pacified. Those blaming Dele and making him look like a mummys boy, I guess you don't understand what it means having just your mum against the vicissitudes life throws your way. If Tinu gets with Veron, and finds out Chris is alive, she won-t forgive herself. I do suspect that Veron may try blackmail her if she goes through with it. Thank Millie for the updates.

Millie please give this man 5 sachets of origin.

Josipov:


Millie please give this man 5 sachets of origin.

My brother you wan faint me? Me na light weight.

enirock:
My brother you wan faint me? Me na light weight.

Episode 45- Veron

He pulled a thin stick to his mouth and flipped open his lighter. The cigarette lit orange and he took a long pull and let the smoke out from his nostrils. He held the cigarette in the V of his left index and middle finger. A grin pasted itself as he tossed his lighter on the table with his piano and recording gear.

He walked to rumpled bed and sat as he recalled the beautiful woman from the club. She ought to be in her thirties, but she had the enthusiasm of a lusty teenager. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he remembered the way she'd held him and pulled at his belt.

Times like this made him love his gift and his Romany ancestry. He dialed her number again. He couldn't wait to have her back in his arms, to feel her lips against his neck, her fingers in his air, her thighs clamped around his waist, her tongue in his mouth again.

She was one older woman he'd enjoy screwing. The call fell through and he sighed.

Patience. Give her time to grasp everything.

He took a short pull and misted the air in front of him with smoke. The door to his room pushed open and he frowned as he saw the intruder.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" He deadpanned.

She frowned back. "Can't you smoke outside? And why didn't you let the maids clean this dump up?"

"I'll smoke wherever I want and I like my room the way it is."

Smoking was the only thing that dulled his gift, the only thing that didn't make him see the dirty things in people's minds.

"Ve-"

"Don't call my name. Go spend time with your new love." He shouted.

"Veron." She cooed and closed the door behind her.

Veron, control yourself. Don't let her get you.

The sound of the door locking created a pavlovian response in him. His blood boiled with arousal, and he found himself extinguishing the cigarette on the ashtray beside his bed.

The office dress she had on hugged her body, and he couldn't wait to pull it off. She sat beside him and placed her hands around his neck.

"Are you jealous?" She asked smiling.

He hissed and tried to pull away. She giggled and held on to his neck.

"Common, baby." She cooed and kissed his cheek and he was lost.

That was their code. A kiss on the cheek even in front of their parents and he knew he was to go to his room and wait naked. If he didn't comply, she wouldn't let him come.

He loved his sister more than anything. He had been in love with her since before he knew what love between a man and a woman meant. She loved him too and had showed him how much since he was six.

He remembered all the handling while she bathed him. Then she'd told him it was how sisters loved their brothers, and he didn't know any better till his reproductive system class in JSS 2. He lost his virginity that year. At least, if he could still be called a virgin with all the things they'd done together.

As he grew older, sex with his big sister became a regular thing. He had even gone to university from her house, just so he could be with her. He never looked at another girl because he loved her. Not all the beautiful, h*orny girls in his class who would gladly drop their panties as soon as he asked. He only wanted her.

Only for him to return from his NYSC and find her married.

Irritation spurred within him and he pulled away.

"Veron, don't be like this." She said with her hand lingering on his cheek. "I had to get married. Mum and Dad wouldn't let me rest."

"You said we'd run away together." He countered.

"It was wishful thinking, Veron. We can't run away." She sighed stroking his ear. Tingling squirmed through his nerve endings and he leaned in to her touch.

"Cynthia, please. If you love me, let's run away together." He sighed holding her gaze. "Please. I'll forgive you. I'll quit smoking. I'll stop philandering."

She sighed and dropped her hand.

"Veron, just enjoy what we had."

"So, I'm supposed to watch the woman I love be with another man. I'm supposed to call him my brother-in-law and be uncle to whatever kids you have after banging him?" He shouted.

"Keep your voice down." She whispered, sternly. "He's downstairs."

"Get out. Leave and don't come back." He said and rolled out of bed. He walked to the desk and picked up his lighter and pack of cigarettes. He pulled out another stick and lit it.

She sighed and stood.

"Veron, you can get cancer with that."

"What do you care? Get out!" He said and took a pull. She sighed and left his room.

He kicked his chair and walked to the bed, and picked up his phone.

If he couldn't have the lady he met two nights ago, he'd call any other woman on his list of older women he'd screwed.

He opened the contact list and scrolled through. He had started this since her wedding night. He'd found an older woman and slept with her that night. He'd enjoyed it and continued.

Eva Labinjo.

Just the woman he needed. He wasn't in the mood to please any woman. He wanted to f*uck his frustrations away, and Eva, a forty year old mother of three, was a submissive sex slave in the making. She'd take it anyhow he wanted it, and he called her anytime he was frustrated.

He dialed her line, and seconds after she picked.

"Hello, my precious." He drawled. He could bet she was wet already.

"Veron?!" She sighed softly.

"Meet me at the hotel in thirty minutes. I need you."

She sighed and swallowed. "Alright."

"Thanks, my love. And wear something you wouldn't mind me ripping off your gorgeous body."

"Okay."

Thanks for the update. This Veron is a psycho, please don't let him get Tinu or she will be faced with more problems because this one will never let her go if he gets her.

mychiveous:
Thanks for the update. This Veron is a psycho, please don't let him get Tinu or she will be faced with more problems because this one will never let her go if he gets her.

Very true

Haaa
Who has Tinu gotten herself entangled to??
Haa
Millie please don't go that lane oo
To prevent this I'm ready to sacrifice TINDEL for TRIS to happen.
I'm begging you please.

Veron's character is a twist we could never have seen coming *chuckles*

He and his sister tho...

To all those pleading for him not to give Tinu trouble, I laugh in Spanish. Why would millie introduce such a complex character and not use him to cause trouble??

Millie why?!!!!!
I read the last update and the following points made me feel that the did has been done :
1. ... he remembered the way she'd held him and pulled at his belt.
2. He couldn't wait to HAVE HER BACK in his arms, to feel her lips against his neck.. .... her tongue in his mouth AGAIN
3. how was he able to save her number? in the previous update he only typed his number into her phone.

Hmmm

millieademi:
Episode 45- Veron

He pulled a thin stick to his mouth and flipped open his lighter. The cigarette lit orange and he took a long pull and let the smoke out from his nostrils. He held the cigarette in the V of his left index and middle finger. A grin pasted itself as he tossed his lighter on the table with his piano and recording gear.

He walked to rumpled bed and sat as he recalled the beautiful woman from the club. She ought to be in her thirties, but she had the enthusiasm of a lusty teenager. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he remembered the way she'd held him and pulled at his belt.

Times like this made him love his gift and his Romany ancestry. He dialed her number again. He couldn't wait to have her back in his arms, to feel her lips against his neck, her fingers in his air, her thighs clamped around his waist, her tongue in his mouth again.

She was one older woman he'd enjoy screwing. The call fell through and he sighed.

Patience. Give her time to grasp everything.

He took a short pull and misted the air in front of him with smoke. The door to his room pushed open and he frowned as he saw the intruder.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" He deadpanned.

She frowned back. "Can't you smoke outside? And why didn't you let the maids clean this dump up?"

"I'll smoke wherever I want and I like my room the way it is."

Smoking was the only thing that dulled his gift, the only thing that didn't make him see the dirty things in people's minds.

"Ve-"

"Don't call my name. Go spend time with your new love." He shouted.

"Veron." She cooed and closed the door behind her.

Veron, control yourself. Don't let her get you.

The sound of the door locking created a pavlovian response in him. His blood boiled with arousal, and he found himself extinguishing the cigarette on the ashtray beside his bed.

The office dress she had on hugged her body, and he couldn't wait to pull it off. She sat beside him and placed her hands around his neck.

"Are you jealous?" She asked smiling.

He hissed and tried to pull away. She giggled and held on to his neck.

"Common, baby." She cooed and kissed his cheek and he was lost.

That was their code. A kiss on the cheek even in front of their parents and he knew he was to go to his room and wait naked. If he didn't comply, she wouldn't let him come.

He loved his sister more than anything. He had been in love with her since before he knew what love between a man and a woman meant. She loved him too and had showed him how much since he was six.

He remembered all the handling while she bathed him. Then she'd told him it was how sisters loved their brothers, and he didn't know any better till his reproductive system class in JSS 2. He lost his virginity that year. At least, if he could still be called a virgin with all the things they'd done together.

As he grew older, sex with his big sister became a regular thing. He had even gone to university from her house, just so he could be with her. He never looked at another girl because he loved her. Not all the beautiful, h*orny girls in his class who would gladly drop their panties as soon as he asked. He only wanted her.

Only for him to return from his NYSC and find her married.

Irritation spurred within him and he pulled away.

"Veron, don't be like this." She said with her hand lingering on his cheek. "I had to get married. Mum and Dad wouldn't let me rest."

"You said we'd run away together." He countered.

"It was wishful thinking, Veron. We can't run away." She sighed stroking his ear. Tingling squirmed through his nerve endings and he leaned in to her touch.

"Cynthia, please. If you love me, let's run away together." He sighed holding her gaze. "Please. I'll forgive you. I'll quit smoking. I'll stop philandering."

She sighed and dropped her hand.

"Veron, just enjoy what we had."

"So, I'm supposed to watch the woman I love be with another man. I'm supposed to call him my brother-in-law and be uncle to whatever kids you have after banging him?" He shouted.

"Keep your voice down." She whispered, sternly. "He's downstairs."

"Get out. Leave and don't come back." He said and rolled out of bed. He walked to the desk and picked up his lighter and pack of cigarettes. He pulled out another stick and lit it.

She sighed and stood.

"Veron, you can get cancer with that."

"What do you care? Get out!" He said and took a pull. She sighed and left his room.

He kicked his chair and walked to the bed, and picked up his phone.

If he couldn't have the lady he met two nights ago, he'd call any other woman on his list of older women he'd screwed.

He opened the contact list and scrolled through. He had started this since her wedding night. He'd found an older woman and slept with her that night. He'd enjoyed it and continued.

Eva Labinjo.

Just the woman he needed. He wasn't in the mood to please any woman. He wanted to f*uck his frustrations away, and Eva, a forty year old mother of three, was a submissive sex slave in the making. She'd take it anyhow he wanted it, and he called her anytime he was frustrated.

He dialed her line, and seconds after she picked.

"Hello, my precious." He drawled. He could bet she was wet already.

"Veron?!" She sighed softly.

"Meet me at the hotel in thirty minutes. I need you."

She sighed and swallowed. "Alright."

"Thanks, my love. And wear something you wouldn't mind me ripping off your gorgeous body."

"Okay."

so many times I feel like getting into your head to finish up this story and end all suspense lol��, well done Millie God bless you �