Jhay1122:
Thank you for this wonderful piece ma
Ur pen won’t dry

Amen

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How is everyone doing?

Stuck with my assignment but my mind is here

I guess I'm just addicted to writing. Is there therapy for someone like me? A day without writing is like a day without food and water but I'll close my eyes and do my assignments make me no fail.

Hope everyone is doing good?

Hi, everyone.

Apologies for not posing yesterday and today. School work is choking me. Have to take the break to do my assignments which I'll be submitting on Friday.

I will be posting on Friday/ Saturday. Please bear with me.

Miss here, seriously. Love you all

Please, I will not be posting tomorrow and next. Will want to use these two days to tidy some school assignments.

Please bear with me.

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Salahdin:
@Rosemary33, well done to you for the good work of God you're doing ma'am. As always, you didn't fail to disappoint with your latest update.

But anyways, I think the narrative of this chapter would be better if you consider detailing the effects of the Ludes on our dear Scarlett... just saying though.

You did well . I had that in mind, I hope this next chapter doesn't disappoint.

Beautiful and Copacetic Story, Rosemary33. Please promise me one thing, don't let my comments or views influence or alter your plans for the story.

It's your story. It's your universe and you're the god of this universe, you decide it's outcome whether good or bad.

Readers are only permitted to express themselves but not to influence you.

So whatever plans you have for the story, go with it. You gat my support. Love you ***looks around to see if oga is watching ***



#Xavier[/quote] Nothing pleases an author more than receiving feedback from readers, it means that the reader is following and is also reasoning. Thank you for always speaking your mind about the characters in this story.

Trust me, I love the conversation you bring, and don't worry, it won't affect this story in any way.

Once again, thank you so much.

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Jhay1122:
Problems no dey far from scarlet

Serious one o

Oyindamola20:


I have been a ghost reader on your stories and I'm not really active on IG so I doubt am the person you think.

Oh, okay. But I still love you loads

And I'm glad you are here

Katie2021:
Like he said above "feed us more please"
Thanks for the update
More inspiration

Thank you so much, sis.

Flames33:
I've read some of your works, dear writer. I like hiding myself behind the pages of your stories, and finding myself in each ink you bled. You've taken me on some roller-coaster ride to some fantasy island. And sometimes, I don't wish to be found.

You write so well, sometimes I want to bottle your stories, and drink. Thank you so much for entertaining me. I read with ravenous scrutiny. Feed me more.

I don't know what to say

Thank you for these kind words. You've made me smile so broadly now. I pray that my writings keep exciting you. And I will be able to continually feed you the way you love.

Thank you once again.

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Oyindamola20:
Thanks for the update. This story is so interesting � but Scarlett should try and avoid trouble

Hi, Oyinda!!!

Why do I feel like I've known you for a while now?
IG?

If it's the same you, then I am super excited to have you here

Ann2012:


I’m sooo hot

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma’am

Thank you, sis. I'm glad you are in their room

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma’am

Thank you so much, sis.

Katie2021:
The best solution now is pray.
Thanks for the update

Exactly. He seemed to forget that earlier

Five

A roar of rage boomed up the stairs, then a long diatribe, clearly accusatory in nature, punctuated by an occasional silence during which the accused was clearly endeavouring to defend himself. Or at least to speak. And then a loudly slammed the door and then— blessedly— silence.

I heaved myself over onto my side and closed my eyes in relief. But my peace was short-lived as the bedroom door opened and George came in.

“Stupid, moronic, incompetent idiot. And to think I’m paying him. Paying him! It’s an outrage—”

“George,” said I mildly. “This is no way to start the morning.” It’s no way to start anything at all. But it seemed George had found comfort in making everyone... everyone apart from the kids bear the brunt of my refusal to do what he wanted. Everyone including God.

Since a week ago, after the day George returned from the office with the news of yet another depreciation in the company’s finance, he had carefully avoided having devotions with me— which was strange because, for the past twenty years, we’d kept this ritual as though our lives depended on it.

These days, he’s either in the study while I would wait for him to come to join me until I would be tired of waiting, or he would leave the house before I even wake up.

I knew he was angry. He was also trying not to let off his frustration on me, but this? “It’s no way to increase our faith that God could turn things around for us.”

“Your faith is increased alright. But I assure you, that man is no longer my mechanic. He ought to be locked up with animals! I’ve told him so...”

“George, this is outrageous of you.”

“Why? I’m supposed to be at work by now, but the slowpoke can’t get anything right!”

“Funny, he’s been fixing our cars for how long now?”

“I don’t care.”

“I kind of like him. Have developed a considerable faith in him. The way he handles the cars... and he never gets impatient and angry.” Kicking off the duvet, I rose to sit at the edge of the bed. “He’s a nice man, maybe he’s not figured out what is wrong with the car yet.”

“It’s his job to figure it out, not mine.” removing his shoes, he kicked them aside and flumped on a chair in front of the dressing mirror.

“You can go with any of the cars, George. It mustn’t be that car.”

Ignoring me, he stood up to wear the shoes again, and walk back to sit down.

“Don’t you see you are the one making a fuss on nothing?”

“I don’t. It’s because you’re not seeing this from my angle...” There it comes again. I knew this morning's outburst wasn’t just about the car but an accumulation of his frustration and disappointment. “You never see things from my angle...” Turning on the chair to face me. “Recently, you’ve stopped understanding me. I sometimes wonder if you were the same woman I married. The same Chioma that would go to hell and back for me years ago.

“Stop sounding ridiculous, George.” Getting up, I began strolling toward him with a sly smile on my lips. “You know I’ll do anything for you. Slipping my robe off my shoulder, I allowed it to fall to my feet as I stood before him on my linen flimsy night dress with nothing else underneath. “And that hasn’t changed.”

Nothing has changed.

I heard that when a woman began losing interest in her husband, then cheating is inevitable. So, here... this morning, with the decision to go see this James on George’s behalf made. I needed to reassure myself that George was the man... the tonic that got my sexual nerves strutting. That his lips on mine and on every other part of my body would still send wetness rushing down my pvssy (Are you shocked that I called it Pvssy? Laughs. George and I... though we are strong Christians, we are as sexually naughty as the word naughty could be.)

Ehem... back to my story.

I needed to confirm that the appearance of James... that surprising short moment that left me feeling like a shameless loose woman was just what it was— a moment of weakness caused by a glass of champagne or two (or more)

“Nothing changed? Chioma, how can you say that when you have only fought every idea I brought to save the company?”

He narrowed a surprising gaze at me as I moved in on him, sitting astride on his thighs and grabbing his head, pressing it on my bosom. “Make love to me, George.”

Struggling to free himself, “This is not the time,” he said roughly.

“I’ll do it.” I cut in. God! I had to feel him... I should feel him now before I lose my mind.

This wasn’t just about sex with my husband, but I needed to know this man wasn’t anything but a passing experience that would never do to me what George does.

“Chioma be reasonable, I can't be sitting here... what?” he paused, staring up at my face. “What did you just say?”

Now I had his attention, I began slowly sliding off the loops of my gown. “I’ll get the papers across to James— in his office... house... anywhere... just don’t leave me like this, George.”

“Oh, darling,” Picking up my hand, he kissed tenderly. “I’m so sorry... so, so sorry for all these times. I’ve been so selfish.”

“George it’s okay. I’m tired of fighting.” Tired of fighting the welling desire for another man. All I wanted this morning was for George to wipe the memory of that man from my head. He should mark me with his scent again, fvck me so hard so I would hurt for him and never think of any other man— I didn’t want to shiver at the thought of James anymore.

“See, I know how hard it is for you to accept this but...”

“Shiiii.” Placing my fingers on his lips, I shifted closer so that my a*s was resting on his groin. “No more talking,” I said. Bending down so my lips would cover his.

“Oh, babe...” he murmured and began kissing me gently. But it wasn’t gentleness I wanted, not now, not when the fear of how another man was making me feel was about to kill me.

So I knotted my fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against me. He groaned softly, low in his throat and then his arms circled me, gathering me against him.

Excitement flooded me like a light in the darkness as I felt his arousal. It was quick and immediate. And I had felt my own desire soaring.

“Yes,” I murmured. Almost dizzy with the satisfaction that it was George awakening me like this and not... not... Oh God, I shouldn’t even be thinking about James now. Getting off George in a flash, I rolled my dress down, kicked it aside and knelt before him to unzip his fly.

“Babe... you sure you want...”

His words got lost as I took his rod in my mouth. Letting out a groan, he tried to move but I pinned him down with my hands. I wanted to get him ready, ready and hard so he could fvck me sore.

Feeling him growing even bigger inside my mouth, my pvssy began to throb, I could swear I must be dripping down on the floor.

“Babe... Chioma... this is too much!”

My sinful desire for another man’s touch was too much so you, my dear husband would help me clear my head.

“I can’t... hold...”

Feeling his release near, I suddenly moved away and began hastily undressing him; his jacket, his tie, his pants, his shirt, and his underwear. “Come,” Pulling him up, I made him watch me slowly lay on the bed and spread my legs. “George,” I whimpered. “Fvck me, my love. make me hurt for you... for you alone.”

My George was a gentle lover, had always been. Not that he didn’t know how to ride hard and fast until I cry with pleasurable pain. but he rarely did that. However, this morning, I want him to screw my brains out. To wipe every sexual fantasy that didn't have him in it.

“You want it hard?”

“Until I can take it no more.”

Mounting me, he grabbed my mound and he squeezed the swollen lips so hard. Sending waved of pain and sweetness all over me.

“Painful?” he asked.

“I can take anything you will do to me now, George.”

Smiling childishly, he slipped two fingers inside my pussy, the swish, swish sounds coming from there were so intoxicating for us. Slipping his fingers out, he grabbed his muscle-rippling rod and began filling me with it.

He was annoyingly slow, I wouldn’t have him give my brain the time to imagine that it was Jame... Jesus, no! lifting my hips off the bed, I thrust so hard that his rod was buried deep inside me. “Move now, George.” My need was urgent, he should know that. Oh, yeah, he didn’t. I didn’t tell him why I was doing this.

“Babe... Oh, God...” His voice was thick with the explosive sweetness washing from his rod to the whole of his body. “I’ve missed you... I’m so sorry for abandoning you... this pussy...”

His erection had grown even larger, filling me even tighter. God, this is what I wanted. James from hell should go back to hell. this was where I belonged. With my husband. squirming at his every stroke.

It was as though he read my body, my urgent demands. Leaning over me, he began to ride hard. So hard that every thrust shortened my breath and got me letting out gasps.

“This is what you want?” he asked, thrusting and stroking.

“Yes.”

“Then I would make you sore, babe,” he murmured and continued his sweet torment, backward, forward. “Every time you move after now, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”

Only you George. Only you.

But the flesh is one insatiable thing that respects no law once it’s out of control

Content warning.

Please, this next chapter contains a steamy sex scene (though not too explicit) if it will trigger you as a Christian, just skim through and wait for the next chapter.

Thank you

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Xavier5:
This Chioma na real ewu aswear. How does it even sound in her ears telling her husband not to accept an investor into their company without any concrete reason(s). If na she, she for buy am? Right now she is sounding like her husband's enemy of progress.

Instead of her to openly tell George her reasons, of which if he knows, he will willingly reject James offer all thanks to his love for her, she is there playing secretive.

How does she expect him to discern things, is he omniscient? Since she is aware of the threat, why can't she bring her husband in? This woman is annoying as fvck!! I just hope she doesn't regret this.

Me, I'm just here to watch if she will overcome and how she is going to do that or if she will succomb and the process of that, the effect of it on her marriage and family, and the remorse, apologisies, repentance, forgiveness and healing processes.

Alluring piece, Rosemary33


#Xavier

You know most of us are like that, always thinking that men are mind readers

Ann2012:
Well done OP

Thanks, sis

Asek1:
Scarlet and wahala be like 5 and 6
Weldone Rosie
Be like am watching a movie

Asin eh. Wahala no de finish for where she dey

Four

If you could see love, I often thought, it would look like George and me together. The way we smile up at each other while holding hands and walking along the road, our laughter as though we shared a funny secret no other person knew. We could be shameless with affection and could go to the extreme with our passion for each other.

But recently, I was beginning to feel George’s withdrawing from everything we cherished— everything we loved doing together, and it bothered me a lot.

I know George had been worried about the financial decline the company was facing, I did catch him most times speaking to himself. But that wasn’t enough for this treatment he had suddenly developed towards me. No matter how much time I tried to spend with him, no matter how much I tried to get him to talk to me, he wouldn’t oblige.

I couldn’t even say much about sex with him now as he suddenly preferred his study to our bedroom. I’d stay up half of the nights listening to him scraping pencil on paper, or having a low conversation with himself.

Sometimes there would be a roar of rage through the silence, he would slam the door and then heavy silence again.

“My love,” Married to him for the past twenty years, I could say that I’ve known George enough and this was his way of communicating his restlessness to me. He’d done it before— a few times in fact; when he wanted our daughter to travel abroad for her university degree and I kicked against It, when he wanted to bring the Nwoye brothers into the business and I wouldn’t have that. And each time he did this, I would always allow him to have his way as I didn’t want to lose the joy his happiness and smiles gave me. I loved George a little too much.

But this one had lingered.

Because you allowed it.

What else would anyone wants me to do? George had gone out of his mind with his obsession to get this son of the Devil, James into the business and I knew that would be a terrible mistake! our undoing... why wasn’t he seeing through this man?

“George?”

“Hm?” He had his eyes glued on the screen of his laptop, a pen in his hand.

“I’ll go to my father,” I said, leaning on the door frame of his study, scared to step inside.

“And tell him what?” he hadn’t lifted his face to look at me.

“He can borrow us the money we need to save the company.”

“And you call that a solution?” For the first time since I walked to that door, he had his eyes on me. God! His tone and his expression were totally contemptuous.

“Yes,” I said. “It's better than seeing you like this.” Better than throwing me to that lecherous man who would do anything to lay me behind closed doors— even with the doors open... on top of the rooftop. That man had said he wanted me so bad that he wouldn’t mind doing it anywhere. And I wasn’t sure if I would be able to... to fight him. Jesus! I wasn’t a LovePeddler, but that man, the way he had run his eyes all over me made me feel like one. I couldn't deny the hunger that gripped my essence. A hunger for him.

God, please forgive me. Please save me. This had never happened before, not in the twenty years I’d been married to George.

“Running to daddy for a bailout?”

“It seems like the right thing to do.” I was my father’s favourite, and I knew he wouldn’t deny me anything. Including the amount of money, this James was ready to offer my husband. All I needed was to get George’s permission to ask.

“I see... well, I’m not going to shamelessly announce to the whole world that my company is sinking.”

“Dad is not the whole world...”

“I have a perfect solution to getting us out, Chioma. You simply have refused to see the prospect of opening our window for more investors.”

“More investors like your friend James? George, he’s a snake!” I was trying so hard not to scream. George was driving me mad. the deliberate stubbornness, the lack of spiritual sensitivity that was preventing him from seeing this friend that made a sudden appearance at the party last month. Looking at his face, I shook my head as he was wearing that expression, I had always most hated, that of vague superciliousness, his mouth folded stubbornly in on itself, his dark eyes meeting mine in absolute defiance. I thought I’d never been nearer to just walking out on him and out of the marriage like I was now.

Walking out of her marriage?

Yes! Because I knew George was stubborn, but I hadn’t dealt with this kind of stubborn George before. This selfish, money-hungry, pig-headed George.

“George please, Let's pray some more about getting this James into the company and our lives.

“You told me to give you time to pray over this offer the first time I raised it. It’s been a month, Chioma and my company is sinking.”

“Maybe God is not in support of the idea.”

“Did God specifically tell you that?”

That’s the problem. God wasn’t saying anything. I had prayed, fasted, and even got my prayer partner to join in the prayers but God had chosen to be silent.

“I thought not.” Hissing, he turned to face his laptop.

“My love, please let me meet dad. I can even beg him to buy the shares if you don't want to take his money as a loan.”

“I don’t want your father thinking me a weakling that can't save my own company.”

“But the dad loves you!”

“As a strong son-in-law, not as a sissy.”

“Well, desperately running after a man who would end up taking advantage of us because we want to get some money from money— the same amount we can get from my father is also making you a sissy!”

George paused, this had hurt him, and I immediately regretted saying those words. “George please, just see what I’m trying to save us from.”

“I would rather risk being a sissy while saving this company in a more business way than licking your father’s feet.” slapping the laptop shut, he carefully avoided his body touching mine as he walked out of the study, back to their room.

Later that night, I would stay awake, thinking about how to make things right. I was tired of having him be a perfect father to their kids but ignored me.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Maybe the man could help us.

What was the need of rejecting my husband's plea and destroying the joy in my home?

If agreeing with George to let the man become a member of the board in their company, would bring back the beam in George’s face, then why not?

Not that I was a teenage girl who was at the peak of her sexual excitement. I was a mature woman who was capable of controlling sexual tensions. So, what the man wanted, what he was making me feel shouldn’t make me fall.

I was in control.

Was I?

The question made me shudder.

jullyrosy:
We're still waiting ma

coming up, today.

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do4luv14:




Read you are gearing up on Lizzy and bube part 2,

Am up already on this One, waiting for new update

Yes o, book 2 on the pipeline

do4luv14:
Wow my Rosie is back

Yes! You have to catch up with the story so far o