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One of my favourite is back with it again. Kudos mama, please is it on okadabooks already?

Please don't abandon the story. Pleasssssssssssssssss

Good afternoon please is the complete book available? Instead of the wait just drop the link if it's on okada book.

degelinglacis:
I'm sorry for "abandoning" this story. I was busy with �

Apologies to y'all

For new readers, the story start at page4.

Pls am counting on your support.

Welcome back, hope you are back fully?? When should we be expecting the next update??

Thanks gotten it

rachealfst:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/pastorzoned/26174

This is wow!!! Please how much is it on okadabooks?? And the link is not working

You are welcome back when should we be expecting the next update?

degelinglacis:
Adetunga drove to the night club his friend was celebrating the weekend. Since that day he wrongly accused Dayo of dating Adetomilola, and he had said his apologies over the phone which had drained the tension, he hadn't had a chance to hang out with him. He blamed it on his busy days with Stella. The young lady had impressed him with her dreams of being a great tourist and Chef. Together with his new restaurant crew, they planned new menus to attract the Chinese that were busy flooding his environs. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Chinese established one, it was best he had his own and with his companies reputation he was sure to make a huge profit. People believe in his products. Stella put use her new knowledge of Chinese recipes, she was excited she finally found a purpose-----something she enjoyed beyond secretarial job.
Adetunga saw how happy and resourceful she was at the restaurant, he informed his HR department to be on the lookout for a new secretary only to be told his brother employed a Miss Peter six months ago. When he enquiried further, he was told Miss Banjo was performing poorly and his brother couldn't cope with her ineptitude.
He didn't know what to make out of it. Since their new found friendship, Stella had confessed on the real reason her father sent her to the company. She had pleaded with him she needed a good job in order to be free of her father's schemes. Adetunga had been thinking of a permanence----having her in his restaurant for as long as she wanted to stay wasn't a big deal but with the new knowledge that Stella took credit for someone else work was something he could never be comfortable with. He decided he would end it at the sixth month. He would recommend her to some good hotel owners where she can start her life and he would be free from the Banjos.
The rest of the drive passed in thought of the new secretary he never met. Miss Peter Amenze. The name reminded him of his late mother's state, Benin. The last time he visited there was at a tender age of 11. He no longer has a relative, his uncles died shortly after his parents.
God! He missed them. They were the only couples that looked like they belonged together. Only few couples these days looked that way; he could easily see beneath their facades. Dayo and his late wife looked like the dream couple but death ripped them apart just like it did to his parents.
He stepped into a vast area with plush blue and gold carpet, chandeliers and scores of massive tables for poker games, roulette, chess and whatever game one desires. Flat TV screens on one wall of the club showed soccer to other sports like skiing tournaments in Alps. Couches was arranged around the wall for people who wanted to watch the football games and put a bet on them. Adetunga took in every minute details of the club. It was his habit to always made sure he was aware of everything around him. And when his eyes landed on his friend dancing and grinning wildly on the dance floor, he was beyond shock.

The lady Dayo was dancing with was on low cut and has a nice curvy body. Adetunga could tell she was beautiful just seeing her side view. Adetunga was engrossed with the image before him and didn't realize a bursty lady had leaned over the couch wearing a tank top and a red bum short that sparkled in rhinestones and she was obviously aware of the attention she drew from the males.
"Hi handsome. I would be more than happy to go on the low with you on the dance floor"
It was that moment he realized it's been a while he chatted with a lady who desires him, well except Stella of course.
His body guards made sure none of the ladies got closer enough
Why had he left them behind?
"We could really danced like them" she pouted and nodded to the direction where Dayo was dancing with the beautiful lady.
Something about her accent sent an alarm ringing in his head. He hated the Ghanian accent. He just hated it. It grate on his nerves whenever he listened to it.
"No sweet, we can't dance like them" he said excusing himself from her.
He headed to the dance floor moving his body to the music until he caught his friend's eye