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Temptation

I thought I was immune to sexual advances. That no man would ever spark my interest or get me drooling since my husband was everything I've ever wanted and more; he got the looks and the bag (if you understand what I mean), not to mention his consistency with the big 'Os' (My gosh! I looked forward to those moments which were frequent. My husband was good with his shaft.)

So, you see... There was no reason to even consider sparing another man a smile because George my husband set the bar so high that no other man would be able to reach...

Well... No other man except one.

A sinful son of the devil. Lucifer with perfect teeth and a killer smile. My husband's business partner.

It all started on our twentieth wedding anniversary and we finally decided to celebrate—we've never celebrated our anniversaries before. Unnecessary stress, that's what George called it and I agreed with him. But that year, the kids talked us into it and for their sake and our peace of mind, we gave in. On the condition that they would take care of the planning.

"You are as beautiful as the first day I met you." George slipped his hands around me from behind, pulling me closer so my backside would rest on his burgeoning manhood. Moving in even closer, I began to sway my hips, brushing and rubbing my backside on the now hardened manly pendulum. "Ah... Grace, you are killing me." After twenty years, you still arouse me like this."

"I'm glad I'm the only woman who can get you feeling like this," I purred. Resting the back of my head on his shoulder. I meant it when I said I was the only woman. George was a one-woman man. He had never cheated on me (I knew this somehow)

"Maybe we should have a quick one," he said, running his hands up and down my curves. "You don't need to remove everything, just lift your gown and..." His wet kisses on my neck finished his sentence.

"You are already dressed," I said, moving my hair to the other side of my neck.

"I don't mind removing everything." More kisses. "For this here," he scrunched a handful of my backside, "I can even cancel this party."

"What will you tell the children then? They put in their time to make this day happen."

"Argh..." He groaned, letting me go. "What will I do with this heaviness between my legs, nau?"

Laughing, I turned to face him. "My babe... Maybe we can do something about that."

"Really?" His face lit up.

That was how we stepped into the party organized for us by our children, reeking of passionate sex and satisfaction.

Did I tell you that George was a proud man? Yes, he would always show off his successes and possessions. So it didn't put me off when he started showing me off to every one of his friends and partners.

In fact, I gloried in it.

Which woman wouldn't be? My George was everything women wanted in a man and I was glad to be the queen of his heart and his world.

"Congratulations, Mr Ogunka... Goodness! Your wife hasn't aged one bit."

"She's a queen and queens don't age." George would say, gripping my waist possessively and pulling me to himself.

Sometimes he would plant a kiss on my lips, my cheek, my forehead... Anything to show his love and ownership of me.

Again, I didn't mind.

The night was almost over—Man! Was I glad!— when a car pulled into our compound and a man stepped out of it.

I shouldn't have bothered with this late visitor if I didn't notice the way others moved out of the way as he began to walk toward us, or the aura of power and command around him that suddenly overlooked the whole place as he moved even closer.

"Who is that man?" I asked, tapping George who was chatting with his younger brother while sipping a glass of wine.

"Which man?" His eyes followed my fingers. "Oh, that's the man I want to see right now." My husband squirmed with excitement. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet. "Come on, honey, let's go meet him."

The man saw us before we get to him and a slow smile worked up his lips. "George." He took my husband's hand without even sparing me a glance. "I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't make it to your party today."

"I wouldn't have forgiven you too." My husband laughed, totally forgetting me. "Come on in... You shouldn't be standing." My husband was already walking off when the man rested his eye on me.

"Who is this beauty?" The man asked, his eyes walking from my hairline to my feet and back up again. In short, he was leering and there seemed no end to his fascination.

"Oh, Uhm..." My husband slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer. "This is my wife, Chioma."

Arching a brow, the man gave me another slow, essence-clinching stare. "She is a goddess," he murdered. Deliberately stressing the word 'goddess' making sure his voice permeated my skin, gripped my soul and my desire. "It's my pleasure meeting you finally, ma'am." Offering his hand, I took it and regretted doing so immediately.

Jesus Christ! I have never felt an electric spark pass from one person to the other so fast. I needed to pull my hand away from this devil but he held it firmly, not ready to release me yet.

George! My heart called out. George! Stop this madness! Save me from this man, warn him off like you do other men. But my husband was also held by this man's spell. He didn't seem to be perturbed by what was going on.

"My name is James." The man said. I almost expected him to say, 'And I want to have sex with you.' Because everything about him... The burning in his eyes, the heat passing through his hand to mine, screamed his lust for me.

"I have been trying to get James to buy shares in our company," my husband cut in.

"And I might consider doing that now." James released my hand. "If your wife will want me to." He said, smiling at my husband.

What? This man was shameless! And my husband a big fool.

How come George didn't read between the lines? This man was bargaining with him... Subtly playing his card of 'give me your wife and I will give you my money,' and George wasn't seeing it?

The worst of it all was that I could feel my attraction to him. I didn't want it, I didn't want him... But my inside was saying otherwise. My pulsating carnal... Jesus!

This was wrong.

"Of course, Chioma would want you to invest in our company." George enthused. "Don't you want that, honey?"

I want him to have me... No no no... Where did that thought come from? "Yes." I breathed. "Yes, I want him..." He turned his head to look at me, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips. What did he hear? "I want him to buy the shares."

"Then, I will." His dark eyes glimmered.

"Just like that?" My husband asked.

"Just like that."

I knew it wasn't just like that. Something evil was about to happen and George had just put me at the centre of it.

To be continued o, make I go find money ���

Can we run two stories here concurrently?

A message preached by Pastor Osiri Wisdom of the Wisdom Place Church inspired this Short story.

My other story will still be running until I finish it.

Meanwhile, enjoy this short story...

Nairaland bot be giving me PTSD. Every little thing, it will send be go jail. Even for things I don't know when I committed o. I was barred from posting here for the past two days.

And I wanted to post a snippet of the edited "God, Michael and Me" so you can read to your pleasure.

Now what do I do?

Anybody know how to avoid this, please let me know o

Nairaland bot be giving me PTSD. Every little thing, it will send be go jail. Even for things, I don't know when I committed o. I was barred from posting here for the past two days.

Thank God they have released me. So we move

Please, anybody, know what I can do to avoid this, please let me know o

You think you've read this story and it's beautiful?

Then check out the edited, polished version of it ��

Let me give you a snippet of the work; read and compare

I can see all of you reading even though you are on ghost mode . It gives me joy to be back. Thank you all for your patience. I have been working on a lot of things.

God has been faithful to me and he is taking this my talent to places.

I have you all to thank too. I started in Nairaland and I grew with you guys. You built me.

I say thank you to everyone of you.

"The fat girl and the soldier that loves her," now has the title "Many Waters: The soldiers Story Book 1"

Hotter, action-packed and filled with intrigue

Still on Okadabooks at 700 naira.

Download and leave a review.

Hi, great people. Please while we await the next update. Don't forget that all of my books are now on Okadabooks.

The just-concluded "Church girl romance," is now on Okadabooks with the title "God, Michael and Me." And with just 600 you can download and read this amazing story. Even thought I posted it here, you will be amazed at the changes that has been done to it.

There is also a bonus chapter (after wedding scene erotic )

So, please support your girl.

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Amarita:
Thanks for the update Rosemary...missed you so much ❤️

Missed you too, sis.

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Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma’am

hi Ann. Thank you for always being here.

Jhay1122:
Thanks for the update

hi, thank you so much. Hope you can still catch up with the story

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Tina11:
Thank u so much for this book. It's outta this world, i have read it over and over again and i love it even more. God bless u

Thank you so much, sis.

sweetonugbu:
Take care of ur welfare first

oh, thank you so much for being so considerate. God bless you.

I am ashamed to respond o. People of God, I have gotten a lot favour from people here and outside. My stories are getting recognition and requests to write sequels to my old stories are coming.

Some writing organisations that wants me to collaborate with them to write both series and anthologies too. So I went off to hustle small money (writing ) please, bear with me let me clear my table a little. How long will you people give me now

Will next weekend be okay?

The edited work is on Okadabooks platform now.

nat138:
Hey Rosemary, Happy birthday to you. Enjoy a blessed year ahead.

Will the book be available on Okadabooks at some point? Checked but it isn't there yet.

It will, though Bambooks wants it exclusive on their page for now. They love it so mich . But I will get to Okadabooks soon

stancydg:
Wow. This is absolutely awesome. Two nights ago, I was moved by the HolySpirit to search the literature section for a good inspirational story, something that could be transformed to a film and I found this excellent Holy Spirit Inspired work of art. This is just so awesome.

I read from the first page to the last and have actually recommended this thread to members of my chapter of the FGBMFI. Yes, I saw from the very start that the fellowship is the Full Gospel BusinessMen's Fellowship International, because I am actually a Chapter President. I could relate with the details about the officers;The National Directors(ND's) as we call them. Currently, the National President is an Architect by profession. This really made me wonder how detailed the Spirit was, in helping you with this work. Very relatable even though I know the description of Micheal's primary profession is most likely incidental with that of the fellowship's National President.

The most beautiful part of this, like everyone has stated, is the fact that this story helps us all crave more and also review our relationship with the Sweet Holy Spirit of the Living God. He is an Amazing and Constant Companion, a Helper, a Friend and as this story clearly shows, our ExtraOrdinaryMasterStrategist.

I'll have to contact you @rosy on how this can be turned into film in the shortest possible time. It's great evangelism. More power to your elbow and may God multiply His grace upon your life and ministry. Blessings.

PS: I'd love to use this opportunity to invite everyone on here to search, locate and be part of an FGBMFI chapter closest to you. It's an interdenominational fellowship with a vision to call laymen back to God. It's over 50years now and it's never been a church and never will. Instead, it gives you the opportunity to be more useful for God in the marketplace. It takes the Gospel to the streets and there's no idolisation of any individual, not even the National President or the main visioner; Damos Shakarian; an American Armenian Diary Farmer and BusinessMan. You'll get a chance to network with high net worth individuals and businessmen, who love God and are doing great in several sectors of the economy. It's a great alternative to many unprofitable business associations and clubs. FGBMFI doesn't take you from your church, it actually grooms you to be more effective in your church. Many foremost ministers of God today were once members of FGBMFI.

The Spirit and the bride say; Come!

Amazing!!!

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mekonglobal:
Bad a thing if our past come calling.. Don't know if it's because of her gender that she allow all these to still mess around her happiness or maybe she didn't cover her tracks well enough. Not me oo if you don't want me to have peace, i will rather make you rest in peace or pieces.

funny enough, there is something about a perpetrator of evil over another having a kind of edge against his victim. Especially if this perpetrator has something as a receipt against the victim. He could use blackmail or just be a mere threat. That's when you will know that a seemingly strong person may not be that strong.

mekonglobal:
Bad a thing if our past come calling.. Don't know if it's because of her gender that she allow all these to still mess around her happiness or maybe she didn't cover her tracks well enough. Not me oo if you don't want me to have peace, i will rather make you rest in peace or in pieces.

��� straight up. You're not joking o

And in case you are yet to know, I've started another story on this space. The Line In Between. An Interracial romance. Hope you'll enjoy it. https://www.nairaland.com/7013942/line-interracial-christian-romance

My book Many Waters is also on Bamaooks. In case you've not read. It's a most read. An action packed military romance. I'm currently working on book 2 of it.

So, this story is about to go public. 1st of may is the date. Bambooks is the place for now

Thank you all for being the first to read it. Though a lot of things were changed. In fact. A much was added. Extra scenes too. After wedding something � you know... But nothing explicit as this is a fate based book.

From 35k words, this story was edited, polished... And it's coming out as a full novel of 68k words.

I don't think I will forget these two characters in a hurry. Though I will try.

So to read the edited edition, just download from Bambooks once it's out on the 1st of May. Wish me a very happy birthday that day by downloading this or other of my books from online bookstores.

Nine
Scarlett.

“Who are you?”

The man, she observed had a three days stubble around his chin and jaw. A neatly pressed suit, the kind one only sees in highly-priced lawyers or gangsters. Narrowing her gaze she tried to identify anything that could help her remember where she’d met him before.

Baby doll, he’d called her.

Baby doll… only a few people would call her that on a normal day. Special clients who’d have her with her mask off.

“Who are you?” She asked again.

The man took in the room with a single sweep of his eyes, nodding as he settled his gaze back on her. “You broke my heart, you know,” the man said, moving closer. Lifted his hand. For a moment she thought he was going to strike her, but his tightened face relaxed and a crooked smile broke out of his lips as she cocked her head backwards.

“Come on. I wasn’t going to harm you.” Grabbing her face now, he brought his closer and stared deep into her eyes. Squinting as though he wanted to search out something from her eyes. “I only want to take a good look at your face.” His finger— gangly, cold, began to stroke her cheek. “And stare into the eyes of that who’s that managed to slip off my grasp.” His face began to tighten again. “Sweet little thing… with a lot of nerves.”

She should run now, escape, hide. But it’s her house and she wasn’t supposed to do any of that. Whoever this man was should be the person running. “Get your hands off me,” she said, wishing her voice was firmer than it sounded. “I said get your hands off me!” slapping the man’s hands away, she took some steps backwards. “Get out now.” She was regaining some of her boldness.
“You don’t mean that.”

“I mean every word.” The man stared hard into her eyes and she stared back. His orbs were nothing like the singer’s serene globes. These reminded her of death. Glassy, steel. Darker than nothingness. “I’ll call the cops on you if you don’t get out now.”

“I… I can call them now, ma’am.” Melody began racing up the stairs but stopped at the man’s sudden laughter outburst.

“You don’t want her to do that, Baby doll… Mr P will be mad…” Another laughter erupted from the man’s throat on seeing the shock on her face. “And you know what happens when Mr P gets mad.”

Scarlett felt real panic arriving. A cold pulse of it began in her stomach and radiated out. To her core and knees, to her chest and brain.
The man saw it too and let out yet another laughter, stepping away from her. “How long do you think you could enjoy your…” bringing his thumb and index finger together, mashing the tips for emphasis purpose, “little freedom?”

It couldn’t be… this white man, with his face as chiselled as a stoned sculpture, his frame lean— almost skeletal, he couldn’t be Mr P? The horror from her past, the dread of every girl under madame Charlotte…

“I enjoyed our little game, watching you glory in your win. I must say you are the best of all the pawns.” He turned to face her. “I almost decided to let you go but… on a second thought, I reasoned you could be of great importance to me.”

“Ma’am…” she heard Melody’s voice, but it sounded as though it was in her head.

“Ma’am… you want me to get the cops?”

“You… you are…”

“Mr P?” The man finished for her. “I’m disappointed that it took you this long to figure it out.” The man moved to sit on one of the sofas, his fingers stroking the leathers. “Fine taste,” he muttered before looking at her again. “Now sit your stupid ass down if you want me to remain civil.”

She did.

“And make that Hippo there disappear or I’ll slit her throat.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t say what I want, girl. You should know by now. I take what I want and I want you.”

She is in trouble. Real deep trouble.

****
Paul

The nostalgia of those times with her was like a dream that kept returning to kiss greater excitement into his soul. Stepping into his hotel room, he smiled as if he could still till hear her laughter.

If anyone moment ever anchored his soul, creating a tether to his plane of reality, it was that single moment she took his hand across the coffee table and murmured her gratitude.

“Thank you for being here with me,” she had said. Her smile was the most real thing he’d ever seen. He realized that restricting his feeling for her to just mere friendship would be a sin. He was taken by her the first time they met, though he was too disgusted with how she was dressed to give the attraction he felt a thought. Then he met the old man and…

His phone rang. Arghhhh George!

“Where have you been?” He asked, trapping his phone to his ear with his shoulder, he proceeded to remove his wristwatch and sat on the bed to kick his shoes off.

“You disappeared last night, and you are asking where have I been?” The man said accusingly. “You’re something, boy.”

“Hey, listen George. I need a favour.” Bending to pick up the shoes, he walked through the room to the wardrobe.

“No, I need an explanation as to why you will jet off last night without letting me know your way about.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to seek your permission before going anywhere.”

“I am your manager.”

“Not my father.”

“Quit the pissy attitude, boy. I had more labels interested in you after last night.” Why wasn’t he surprised, it’s all about business for the big man? “Who was the girl you left the church with by the way?”

“I didn’t know you saw me with a girl.”

“Yes, I did. Saw you talking with her in the parking lot. You walked her to her car and left with her.”

“Christ! Old man, you have a chip on me?”

“Told you I have my eyes and ears on you. You are my biggest investment,” the man said. “So, who’s she?”

“Just a…” not a friend. Calling her that would be so unfair to what he felt for her. “She’s a special someone.”

“You’re not kidding me.”

“Have never done that.” Dropping the shoes, he rubbed on his nose, picked pyjamas and began walking back to the bed. “I want to find her and you would help me do that.”

“Uh… excuse me,” the man said. “You left with a girl and I’m supposed to help you find her? Do you realize this is not your home? And I am not your call boy?”

“Hey, you should be happy that for the very first time, I’m picking interest in a girl… after a very long that that is.”

“Of course, I am so happy that I can kill you right now. How could you toss opportunities away just because of a black girl you just met? Weren’t you supposed to be by my side, waving and smiling like a damn celebrity?”

“Gimme a break, George,” he groaned. Losing his belt and pulled his pants off. “I’m tired of this self-marketing already.”

“If you need a sleek body to get your mind back to business, I can get you some gorgeous girls— don’t bother about the guilt, most gospel singers do it when on a musical tour.”

“Sure,” Paul said, now walking into the bathroom with his shirt on top of his boxer brief shorts. “That’s exactly what I need, a dysfunctional hook-up with some stones out girls, and the guilt that would follow after. Can’t wait!” He said sarcastically.

“Isn’t that why you left with this black girl? I can help you with a lot of them, just don’t go asking for their addresses after a one night fun.”

“Sorry, George.” Putting the phone on speaker and setting it down on the slab of the sink, he pulled his shirt off and dropped his briefs, picking up the phone again. “I’m not interested in fornicating. I just want to find a special… uh… friend.”

“Well, too bad.” He heard the man mutter something to someone in the background, then returned to him. “I’m only interested in getting you to meet another producer tomorrow morning.”

He should be excited, he’s becoming a sensation in Toronto. Every producer’s desire, every record label’s craving. Yet, he didn’t feel like it. “Good night George.” But he didn’t drop the phone.

“10 a.m. I will send a limo.”

“I don’t know…”

“Better get ready.”

“Hey…” he cut in, stopping the man from ending the call. “Find her for me. Name is Scarlett Brownson. Will send her phone number to you.”

“And if I don’t?” Nothing. He would do nothing. But George was his only chance of getting to see Scarlett Brownson again.

“Please. I have to see her.”

Done with the call, he stepped into the bath. Turning the shower on, he allow the warm water to kiss his skin, while his head was filled with the image of her.

Suddenly, he felt burgeoning arousal in his groin.

Jeez! He hadn’t felt this way in years. Talk about excited!

There was no doubt in his mind that he had to find her. Not because the Lord had directed him to her but because… well, he needed to find her fast before it was time to head back to Armstrong.

That night. He stayed awake longer than he should. Not praying. Not reading the word. But dialling her number. Wanted to hear her raspy voice again. To have her laugh at what he would tell her.

She didn’t answer…

She didn’t call back…

Ann2012:
Well done Ma’am

My madam, thank you so much.

gal10:
More strength Roseline

thank you so much