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Twenty-nine
Scarlett

“Nice setting,” Bernard murmured. “Private. Cozy and nice. No— I don’t want Champaign,” pushing the glass of wine Scarlett offered him.
“Tell them to get me water instead.”

“Don’t you drink any more?” Nervous as she was, she managed to give the man a dazzling smile, and took some deliberate seductive steps toward him, bending over so he would have a full view of her boobs. Bernard was a boob man.

“Doctor said it’s bad for my health. Cigars too.”

“So, you quitted all?” Thrusting her pairs further to the man’s face, she cringed at the lasciviousness she saw in the man’s eyes. The way he stuck out his tongue like a dog, dipping it between the pair and trembling like a man who just came in his pants. “Oh, come on, one glass won't hurt.” She pushed the glass to his lips and was glad when he took a sip. His eyes were still on her boobs.

Schmuck. How she wished there was a way she could have the heart to slip something inside the wine so he could just sleep and never wake up, but that would be evil, a most terrible sin. Putting on this halter top that managed to cover the lower part of her boobs and her nipples, and silky trousers that served as a mere transparent curtain between her butt-cheeks crossed with red thong and Bernard’s leering eyes was one sin enough— she pray that God would understand why she was doing this and forgive her. And that Paul, when he got to know, would find it in his heart to forgive and probably love her again.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” seating astride him on the executive chair, she leaned forward, her nipples brushing against the man’s bare chest as she whispered into his ears.

“I don’t like surprises,” he said, palming her butt-cheeks to her disgust. But she wouldn’t show how much she wanted to slap his face and flee. She must pull this off.

“You’ll like this one.” She shuddered as she felt his instant erection pushing through his boxers to brush against her groin. Schmuck!

“I don’t like any form of surprises,” Pushing her away, her hand knocked the framed picture of his wife that was on top of his desk over as she back hit on the polished wooden furniture.

“Get your clothes off.”

“My clothes off?” She threw a glance at the shattered frame on the floor and returned her attention to the man. “I thought you loved to play games? Pity, I wanted us to play the swimming instructor.” God, please make him agree to this.

“Swimming what?” Scratching his head. “I don’t know. I don’t think I need to.”

“Don’t think to do what?” Her voice was deliberately low and alluring. “Tell me, bad boy...” seating on the edge of the desk, she widened her legs, placing one across his chair so he could see the flesh of her labia that was puffed out from both sides of the thong. Jesus, please forgive me, she thought. I wouldn’t sleep with him... help me not to sleep with him. “You don’t want to have fun?”

“I...” his eyes was where she wanted them to be— between her legs, and he was swallowing hard. “This could be fun enough. Having you here and knowing that I’ll always get you to come to me.”

She forced a smile to stay on her face. What a pig! “Let’s go to the pool. It’s a beautiful day and I have plans,” she suggested.

Grabbing the leg she crossed over his chair, he pulled her shoe off and kissed her foot. “I’ve missed your event,” he said harshly, leaning to sniff her. “Your sweet, irresistible, ready for anything cvnt. You’ll do anything for me, doll?”

Doll. How she hated that name now.

“I already have my cock standing just by talking to you. You know what that means?”

Pig!

“I know, bad boy.” Wearing back her shoe, she gently took him by the hand and guided him out to the pool from the backdoor.

Reclining on the diving board naked, apart from silver sequins decorating her nipple was Diana. Scarlett knew the other lady had to change into something seductive for the occasion, but she wasn’t expecting... total unclothedness? But she was gorgeous with her big rounded breasts which were emphasized by the decorative sequins. Lying down there, one wouldn’t notice her short legs and dropped ass.

Propping herself on one elbow, “Mr. B.” Diana trilled. “How good to see you. How exciting. Why don't you come on over here and play with my hot little kitty while your lady lover goes to prepare herself for the swimming lesson.”

Bernard turned to Scarlett.

“Surprise,” she said, giving him a little push toward Diana. “Go have fun, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Forgive me, Jesus. Please forgive me.

Bernard didn’t argue, and with a sigh of relief, Scarlett watched him limp off towards Diana. Then she matched out of sight to alert the photographer to start his work. slipping her trousers and top off, she returned back in just her thong and the briefest of bra to watch the progress and step into the scene if need be. Hopefully, Diana would be able to convince the old fool to take more wine and get drunk before he would think of forcing himself on her.

****
Paul

“How could you?”

His instinct was right. George knew all along. It was his plan to get Scarlett away from him so he could use her. Jesus! how could he be this unreasonable— selfish? For all Paul knew, there would have been a better way to get Bernard to drop whatever he had against Scarlett.

“It was her decision. Her choice—”

“Your choice, George. Yours.” Breathless with anger, he got up, kicking his chair back in the process, and leaned forward so his face was some inches away from his manager's across the desk. “You made her do it... why?”

“It’s for your good.”

“Can you stop saying that?” He no longer gave a damn about what the media said about his relationship with Scarlet and how it might affect his career. Probably the church– he cared about that. But after speaking with his father that morning, he felt there was no need to worry about that too. what mattered to him at the moment was finding his woman and assuring her that everything would be alright as long as she would trust God with him. But now... “You sent her there to help you blackmail Bernard? You didn’t consider if that fool would find out the plan and... and hurt her?”

“Calm down, boy.”

“Do not tell me to calm down.”

“She said she will be careful.”

“The hell she would!” he could feel rage surging in his chest. “She is vulnerable, but of course, you didn’t pay attention to that.”

“We have to do what we have to do to save your career. If that video leaks...”

“It’s a fvcking video!” Jesus... he hardly used the F word. He hardly even swears. “I don’t care if it leaks to the whole world.”

“You may not care but she does. Have you considered her in all this? Her life will be ruined too, Paul. She told me herself— this video, whatever is in it is capable of destroying the both of you,” the man said. “And your father’s church.”

“The media is already crazy with the story of her. By extension, I— my family’s name and the church are in a mess. what else could be worse?”

“This video is worse.”

Feeling suddenly deflected, he pulled his chair back and sank into it. His life had never been this complicated. Hard, yes. But not complicated. and all because of a woman. Scarlett. “This video, have you seen it?”

“No.”

Ruffling his hair, he bit on his lips and let out a sigh. He thought they’d gone past keeping secrets. She promised the last time that she was telling him everything that had happened to her, everything she’d done. Why didn’t she mention this?

“Where is she?” he asked.

“With Bernard—”

“I know who she’s with. I want to know where.”

He was already inside Bernard’s mansion when his better judgment told him to turn back, get into his car and drive away. Scarlett was a free agent. She could do what she wanted in other to keep her reputation safe. After all, George told him that she wasn’t intending to sleep with the bastard.
But he couldn’t leave now. He was burning with the desire to see her and probably get her to abort this mission. They would always find a better way to handle Bernard— he would come up with something.

So he walked on. Smiling and greeting the guards prowling the place. Stopping twice to state his reason for coming; “I’ve been talking with Bernard about a property he wants to buy. We are yet to finalize.”

The second guard who stopped him tried calling Barnard for confirmation but got no response. “He’s in the backyard, by the pool. I don’t think you’ll want to meet him there...”
“It’s fine,” he said. “I know he’s with someone. But this is going to be a brief visit.”

He could hear music coming from around the back as the guard led him through the flower garden to the pool. He hated himself for doing this, but he wanted to see what she was really doing with the man and if nothing yet, she would make her not go ahead.

When they got there, the tableau that greeted his eyes was not what he had expected.
Scarlett was standing, arms akimbo, clad in the briefest bikini, watching a couple on a diving board making the most intimate form of love.

“Jesus!” he muttered, backing away.

“I’m sorry, sir...” the guard tried to explain. "I tried to warn you... Know you aren’t the kind of guy...”

“It’s okay, I’ll leave now.” His head was churning with mixed emotions. George didn’t mention any third party. He only said it was Scarlett and Bernard, and for Christ’s sake, George said there wasn’t going to be any sex! That everything was a ploy!

Maybe Scarlett had her own plans. She wanted the real thing, after all, he had stopped her from having it last night. Jesus! Was she that Hot? Was that why she had pushed so hard for him to have it with her and when he didn’t, she readily agreed with George to do this, altered the plan a little so she could have a man have sex with her?

And the other lady already getting down with Bernard– was she one of Scarlett’s many girls? Watching a man rut another girl, was it one of Scarlett’s fetishes? Or maybe, things were just beginning. Maybe, later, she would become a participant.

He felt depressed more than ever. Christ! This was the girl he was risking everything for. A deviate. A v*yeur.

His father was right. She was a prostitute and would never change.

You people should be calming down. Me am confused too

do4luv14:
Nice One Hanty Rosemary33,

But you posted the update twoce6

oh, I didn't know. Did it in the night with sleepy eyes. How do I delete one, please?

Done

hotswagg12:
Thanks for the update ma'am and welcome back.

osuolale95:
Where is this woman... I'm getting addicted to this page. Pls update asap.

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I was busy editing Akwaugo, one of my stories that will be ready for publishing by December. Please, forgive me, ejoor.

Xavier5:
Absolutely beautiful and excellent story you have here Dr or soon to be Dr Rosemary33. More Pentecost experience to your writing. But abeg, when Line In Between go return from vacation nah?



#Xavier

Nice one, you are simply amazing

Absolutely beautiful and excellent story you have here Dr or soon to be Dr Rosemary33. More Pentecost experience to your writing. But abeg, when Line In Between go return from vacation nah?



#Xavier[/quote]Okie, I like you, really

ritababe:
remember james said her husband is just using her

You guys

You are tempting me to write while I'm supposed to be reading

I'm so sorry for keeping you all waiting. I have exams. I will be writing my last papers for the semester this Thursday and I will update after that.

Please, I have to concentrate on reading for the few days

Hi Rosemary am Soo loving this ❤️ story please try and update please eeeee,I've refreshed this page severally yet no updates,more oil to your pen you are a good writer

I'm so sorry for keeping you all waiting. I have exams. I will be writing my last papers for the semester this Thursday and I will update after that.

Please, I have to concentrate on reading for the few days

Ohibenemma:
That you bother to update us on the reason behind delayed updates is enough jor. Wishing you success in your exams.

Amen. Thank you so much

Calenikan:
Success in Jesus Name ���

Amen

Ifyliss:
Oh my my ..I’m loving : the twist ..fully anticipating the next episode

Coming up in a few days

Gloriagee:
Might

Fingers crossed

Forgive me, you all. I have exams going on. Will end this coming week. Please bear with me on this delay

Forgive me, you all. I have exams going on. Will end this coming week. Please bear with me on this delay

aprilwise:
The temptation is too much for chioma and her husband is not helping matters. Thanks for the wonderful story

Thank you so much too for. always reading

gal10:
James is oliver and maybe he has a fetish for married women�

fingers crossed.

T

Twenty-six
Paul

“What have you got?”

Giving a cross-eyed teenager who just scored his first point in a table tennis game a high five, Paul signaled the man standing a few feet away from them to take over from him and he began walking away, strolling deeper into the open field where kids and teens where engaged in different activities.

"That man is smart, nobody has been able to present any evidence against him.” Bernard had been a canny politician and a careful lawbreaker. So much had been said about him engaging in illegal businesses ranging from arms dealing to drugs, but so far, no substantial evidence had been presented to be able to nail him.

"Your girl can help us with that,” George said from the other end of the phone. "She’s been with this man– she can nail him.”

“I don’t want her involved with him again.” Once was enough– that was if it happened once… Jesus! He couldn’t help the anger and jealousy growing inside him anew at the thought of it. He had tried to forget the story she told him…the disgusting pictures that had formed in his head while listening to her. It wasn’t her fault, Bernard took advantage of her.

She was paid to do it. A miserable thirty-thousand dollars. You would have given her a hundred and more.

But you didn’t know her then. She was a victim of the devil’s deceit, Paul.

The sound of her laughter floated into his ears, making him turn to see her sitting amidst several kids, two on her lap. She was laughing again and he couldn't help it when his lips stretched in a smile and for that brief moment, he forgot about her and Bernard…forgot that George was at the other end of the phone...

"Paul, she only has to agree to meet him…”

"No.”

Scarlett’s laughter was like the rest of her– beautiful and warm. He would want to make her laugh again and again, just so he could hear that sound and see her giggly smile as much as possible. Because her laughter was a rare thing– until they came to Armstrong– which made it even better whenever she did it. In those few moments, the emotional pains that were constantly in her eyes would disappear and she would be genuinely happy.

"She doesn’t force laughter for things that don’t deserve it…” Paul murmured, totally forgetting he still had George at the other end of the phone.

“What?”

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t intend for you to hear that.”

"She’s with you there?”

"Mh-hm, having the fun of her life.”

“And your parents don’t mind?”

“Dad hasn’t seen her yet. Mom is smitten by her.”

“Can I ask you something, boy?”

"Okay.”

"What do you want with her?”

What did he want? Everything. Every part of Scarlett. Her promise to be with him, her commitment to sticking to that promise, her heart… her body– he wanted to own that part of her too. He wanted to run his hands through her sleek skin as he slowly undresses her. God knew how many nights he had lain awake– since that incident in his hotel room happened and he had seen her beautiful unclothedness– imagining what it would feel like to run his tongue all over her bare skin. Every part of it… Every part of it.

He had those thoughts running through his head when Scarlett lifted her head and locked her gaze with him as she settle the kids on her lap down to the ground. Her laughter gradually disappeared– being replaced by something… not extremely noticeable but he saw it as they both kept staring into each other’s eyes. She’s assuming a wistful, lonely, sad look. Like she remembered something… someone. The same look she gave him in her sitting room, the day he walked in on her and the lady Meggie. The same look she’d been giving him each time he told her he likes her a lot.

“Paul?”

"I’m in love with her.”

"I’ll be damned.”

After ending the call with George, he slipped the phone into his pocket and headed toward Scarlett and the kids. His face broke into a smile as her eyes narrowed and she… don’t look away, please, he willed her.

What was she thinking? That he was angry with her? That he was considering pushing her away? Okay, he was angry and confused and… and… he didn't even know what he felt and why. They hadn’t talked much since they came here, it was like they were deliberately avoiding each other, and thanks to him, the guilt he thought he’d helped banished from her had returned. She couldn’t even hold his gaze for long.

But he wasn’t going to let her go. He had fallen deeply in love with her to allow her to slip out of his fingers or see her suffer from the guilt of her past.

Bending to kiss her neck from behind her.

"Having fun?” he muttered.

"Mh.”

Taking an empty seat next to hers, he grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, hoping she would get the message. “So, what have we been doing?” he asked the excited children.

“Making up stories!”

“And tellin' ’em!”

“I sang with my sister!”

“You have a terrible voice...”

“No, I don’t?”

“Yes, you do...”

“Okay, stop— Cherish, please...” The Jacob twins. If he let them, they would argue forever. “Who wants to hear my own story?”

“Will you be making it up?” a child asked

“Uh... I guess not.”

“It won't be funny,” Another child said.

“But you don’t know that now, Michael,” Scarlett said to the child.

****
Scarlett

Not only was the story very funny, but the way he was telling it got the kids seated legs-crossed on the grass, rolling with laughter. Scarlett could swear that when his voice rose with excitement as he continued telling the story— something about him getting so hungry during church service when he was ten, and had to sneak into the church kitchen to eat some of the sausage biscuits that were kept in the fridge for the kid’s Sunday school— it had captured the attention of the late-teen girls within six miles away and had them coming closer. His laughter, neither manly nor feminine was full of life and happiness. It meshed well with his laid-back appearance and made him more pretty.

Bringing her hand, the one he’d squeezed a few minutes ago, up, she examined her fingers as though he left something there. But he did... his thoughts that she still wasn’t able to decode. Giving him a side glance while rubbing her neck— the place he had planted a kiss on, she swallowed the sadness that was gradually enveloping her.

He’d said nothing to her since they arrived here. Only staring, turning his eyes away when she caught him. She could pay anything to know what was going on in his mind. If only he would pull her away from here and talk to her, tell her how much he hated her now... how he would prefer she left. She would give him nothing but shame and reproach.

And the video... it would be the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen if Bernard sent it to him. Paul would never look at her the same way again. An involuntary sob climbed up his throat to escape from her lips.

“Are you okay?” she heard him ask.

Mouth gaped, she stared at him for a while before nodding her head. He was about to say something more to her, but the kids wanted his attention. Everybody had been wanting his attention here— The boys at the tennis court, the teen girls making artwork some miles away, the church workers, his mother, Aunt Lucy, Ethan. It wearied her so much that he had to give his attention to all of them. And yet, he had not found time to speak to her about what happened earlier.

“Where you caught?” a child asked.

“Yes. I didn’t know they were keeping inventory of them,” Paul replied, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from her. “I had to tell the truth when Aunt Lucy asked who ate nine sausages from the fridge.”

“Nine!”

“Yes.”

“You must have gotten sick!”

“I did, later.”

Scarlett was more than relieved when her phone began to vibrate. It was a perfect excuse for her to get up and leave his side before she would burst into uncontrollable tears. “’xcuse me,” she said, getting up and leaving before he could stop her.

Her phone had stopped vibrating when she got to a safe distance. Checking the caller ID, her heart began to race. It wasn’t a number she knew. Could it be that what she’d been dreading… the man she feared was lurking around the corner had chosen to make his presence known?

The phone began to chime again. She was reluctant to pick. When she did, she remained silent, waiting for the caller to speak…

“Hi,” the voice said.

It was different. There was no coldness in it, no threat. "Hi,” she replied.

“Scarlett?”

"Yes?”

“Good. We need to see– it's urgent.”

“I… who are you?”

“George. George, Paul’s manager.” The man was rushing his words. "I brought you to his hotel room the other day. You remember?”

“Yes, and thank you for…”

"Good,” he cut in. "He told me about Bernard.”
He– he told him? What did he… who else did he speak to about it?

“This man can go nasty if not stopped. And I fear what would become of Paul’s career– his reputation, being a gospel singer and the son of the bishop.”

She knew why this man was calling her. Why Paul wouldn’t speak to her? He wanted her gone but couldn’t get himself to do it personally, so he had spoken to this man to help him do it. To explain to her better why she must leave.

“I understand.” Fu… God! Her eyes were heavy with tears threatening to drop. She wasn’t going to allow it to spill, not when some kids were walking toward her beaming her their charming smiles. "I will never allow anything to happen to him.” Her voice quivered.

“Good,” the man said. "So I’ve got a plan.” A… plan? "Paul mustn’t know about this… he would never approve of you getting involved.”

Have been busy with school work. My exam starts next week Thursday so I've been preparing my seminar papers and reading. Please bear with me.

Will use this weekend to write a chapter

Debbieadewumi09:
Thanks for the update...

Men like Paul, be doing most
He deserves an accolade for real

He really do.