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shurley22:
Shewrites..... Your stories inspire me. Well done

Thank you Sweet heart

queenitee:
shewrites. kisses

my Darling *hugs&kisses*

Red2C:
Just finished reading the story so far. Wehdone OP

Thank you

afolabiwunmi:
Wow, kudos to our writter

Thank you

Truth001:
I can't really believe that Kola's Dad knows the Imasoghie's, their is a popular saying that (Omi leyaan)..... meaning, humans are water. We can flow to anywhere.

What am thinking now is that, is this going to work out. Will Edua's mum accept them if she finds out that she reached them during her trial time and they couldn't help?

And by the way where is the Mechanic, he needs to come out of his hiding...... Shewrites #thumbsup,
waiting for the next episode....

Thanks

gal10:
hmnnn na wa oo

Lol...

tijehi:
Wonderful episode. Shewrite rocks.

Thanks

adontcare:
Happy new year Shewrites. Nice update.

Thanks. Happy New Year

Daddycoded:
Nice1 shewrites
Happy New Year

Thanks

Oluwakemi65:
Thank you ma'am. Wonderful as usual.

*winks*

Happy New Year *winks*

aprilwise:
Am reading this masterpiece with the title back of my mind. more drama to come. thanks

*winks*

DemiKOL:
Thanks for the update and Happy new year.

*hugs*

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Barrister Babs came out of her office, followed by a friend and her driver who was carrying her green hand bag and a box filled up with filed documents. She threw a glance at her personal assistant and halted half-way across the room.

“Edua…”

She lifted her tired light brown eyes to meet her boss’ dark ones. “Yes, ma.”

“I need you to be here on or before seven tomorrow morning. There is going to be a general meeting at twelve noon, but, the senior staff members are meeting in the morning. There are some things I need you to do before the meeting starts.”

She nodded, absorbing the instruction and brooding on how she was going to make it to work the next day before seven.

“Good night,” she joined her friend who was already standing by the opened doorway.

“Good night ma.”

Barrister Babs’ driver hurried after her and shut the door.

“Oh lord…” she sighed heavily and leaned against the leather chair. Every bone in her body ached terribly.

She remembered how she used to frequent the spa every weekend. She would give anything to get a good massage that evening, but she had no funds for such luxury. She just been paid her first salary and she had a thousand things to do with the money. Thoughts of Kolawole clouded her mind. It’s being a while since they had spoken. Since the incident that Sunday afternoon, he didn’t bother to call her, not even a text. The few times she had seen him that week in the office, he ignored her and she made no attempt to reach out to him. She hoped that in time, he would reason with her and agree to her terms.

She scratched a spot on her itchy scalp and thought of creating time to go to the saloon to make her hair. She contemplated re-fixing the 16-inch gold and wine weave-on. If she re-touched her hair, she would be able to make the ‘all-back’ style. She always looked sensational in that particular style. A happy smile spread over her lips. Gone were the days she used to spend close to half a million to purchase any type of weave-on she desired, be it Brazilian, Peruvian, Human or Synthetic hair. Spending that kind of money on her hair in her present condition, was like inviting starvation and lack to dine with her.

The door to the office swung open. She sat up straight, as the person walked in. It turned out to be Barrister Kolawole. She blinked several times in surprise. He walked over to her desk, pulled out one of the leather seats at the table, and sat down. She stared back at him, observing his calm expression.

“Amongst all the women I have dated over the years, you are the only one who has come up with an impossible rule about sex,” his eyes scanned her slightly made-up face, and ran down her slender neck adorned with a gold chain, till it settled on her full chest. He liked the way the cream tube blouse blended with her coffee brown jacket.

She found it hard to believe that she was the only one that had refused to sleep with him. Nevertheless, she was pleased that he was talking to her again. His silence in the past few days had made her to assume the worst. There were moments when she thought and feared that he might break up with her eventually.

“I do not totally agree with your decision, but, I believe that we can work through it,” his gaze returned to her face, her lips spread in a half-smile.

She sighed in relief. “We will definitely work through it,” she sounded sure. She was happy that he was willing to work things out.

He eyed her, noticing her enthusiasm. He still liked the girl. She was different from the women he had been with in the past and he was willing to give the relationship a chance to grow. He reasoned that he might be able to convince her in the near future and lure her into making changes to her impossible rule. If he was willing to compromise in that aspect, she must also be willing to do the same.

“Call me when you are done for the day. Let’s grab a bite somewhere nice.”

“Okay,” she smiled at him.

“Later then,” he smiled back at her and got to his feet.

“Okay,” she watched him leave, then sighed heavily. She felt at peace. Everything was going to work out for her good.

He stood by the door and turned around to look at her. “I have missed you.”

“I have missed you too,” she felt a lump in her throat.

“Come here,” he beckoned at her.

She pushed her chair backwards, got up and walked up to him.

“Let’s don’t fight ever again,” he drew her into his arms.

“I concur,” she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of his arms.

Xxxxxx

Kolawole drove into his father’s compound, parked the car behind six other exotic cars and climbed out. He walked briskly towards the blue and white painted seven-bedroom mansion, clad in a pair of white shorts and short-sleeve red and brown Hacket tee-shirt. The housekeeper let him into the building and asked if she should make him something to eat. He declined and informed her that he wasn’t staying for more than a few minutes. He found his parents in the sitting room, reclining on a large cushion in front of the curved 80inch television.

“Hello stranger,” Alice beamed when she saw her youngest son walking in.

Her husband followed her gaze and smiled when he saw his favourite son. “The Barrister, it’s being a while.”

Kolawole prostrated before his parents and got up immediately. “I just thought I should check up on both of you.”

The couple exchanged glances and laughed quietly.

“What brings you here? It’s Saturday noon. Don’t you have some party or event to attend?” Gbenga eyed his son. He had a feeling that the visit
wasn’t a casual one.

“If I don’t visit, you complain. Now that I am here, you are still complaining,” he settled on the settee adjacent to theirs.

His mother laughed out loud. “Your father and I know that your weekends are like your Sabbath days.”

“The untouchable days,” Gbenga added and began to laugh too.

He looked from one to the other and eyed them. It wasn’t comforting that they knew him quite well. At twenty-eight, they still treated him like a child, mainly because he was their youngest child, their second son. It was one of the reasons he seldom came to see them. The other reason was because his elder brother and sister were both happily married with beautiful and handsome children, whilst he was still single. His parents were in the habit of nagging him about his bachelor status. He didn’t want to be forced or cajoled into getting married. He wanted it to happen on his own terms.

“Seriously, what brings you here?” Gbenga cleared his throat and made eye contact with the young man.

The thought of Edua clouded his mind. He smiled and glanced back at his father. “I have found the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Alice held her breath, completely shocked and pleased at the same time. God had finally answered her prayers.

“Beautiful, who is she?” Gbenga left his wife’s side and moved to the edge of cushion.

“Edua Imasogie,” he leaned against the seat and crossed his legs. It was obvious that he had their attention.

“Edua Imasogie?” Alice pondered on the name, sifting through the mental list of all the wealthy families she knew in the country.

“Imasogie? I know one Imasogie. He is late now. I don’t know what happened to his wife and only daughter.”

Alice moved closer to her husband. “Is it the Abuja business mogul? That Imasogie that passed away two decades or so ago?”

He met her anxious gaze. “Yes. But, I don’t know if this Edua is actually his daughter.”

“My Edua’s father passed away a long time ago,” he informed them. He was happy that it might be possible that they knew his heartthrobs late
father.

They turned to look at him immediately, the excitement on their faces was contagious.

“The late Imasogie was an expert in business, very diligent, wealthy and friendly. He was also a crazy giver. It doesn’t matter if he knew you or not,” Gbenga spoke quickly as memories flooded his mind.

Alice nodded in agreement. “Why don’t you bring her to see us this evening? Let’s talk over dinner. I met Imasogie’s wife once, very pretty woman. It is a good thing that our families are coming together again.”

Kolawole began to shake his head. “Tonight is not a good idea.”

Gbenga frowned, “Why not? Do you want to start procrastinating? Bring her home for dinner.”

He groaned and scratched a spot on his scalp. “I have not even proposed.”

His parents began to laugh again. He folded his arms across his chest, wondering what was so funny.

“Waste no time son. Go and buy a ring, propose and bring her home tonight,” his father ordered.

“Up, up… no time to waste. It is past two already. I will tell the cook to prepare for our August guest,” his mother jumped to her feet, despite her age, she dashed out of the room with the gait of a youth.

“Go on, what are you waiting for?”

Kolawole groaned again and got to his feet. He already had the proposal planned out in his mind. Now his parents were going to ruin everything. Why did he even bother to tell them in the first place?

“Later dad,” he drew out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his most effective goldsmith and hurried out of the room.

Xxxxxx

Edua sat on a stool at the back of her flat, bent over a big basin of clothes soaked in detergent and water. She hummed one of her favourite songs as she washed the clothes. She sensed that she wasn’t alone then raised her head. She sighted her neigbour, the lady who had just moved into the flat next to hers, standing by the clothing lines, hanging her washed, wet clothes. She cursed under her breath, hoping that the remaining space would be enough for her own clothes. Gone were the days she had the compound to herself. Now she had to share everything with a total stranger. Once, she tried to play the friendly card, but, the lady who looked like she was in her late thirties fenced her off.

“So, this is where you have been hiding?”

She glanced back and saw her boyfriend walking towards her, clad in a pair of white shorts and a short-sleeve red and brown shirt. Relief flooded her. She had given up hope that she would be seeing him that day. He was supposed to have been at her place since morning, but, every attempt she made to call or text him met a dead end. He didn’t pick her calls nor return her text messages. She assumed that he might have been called at the office or had an emergency to attend to.

“Hi…”

He pulled her to her feet and swept her into his arms. “Why are you slaving away like this?”

She chuckled. “I don’t have a choice.”

“You need to buy a washing machine pronto. I can get it for you by Monday evening. Call my dry cleaner now and ask him to come pick your clothes. I will foot the bill.”

“Yes, sir. My knight in shining armour,” she grinned sheepishly.

“And you are my damsel in distress,” he leaned forward and claimed her lips.

She placed her hands around his neck and kissed him back.

“Foolish people. Instead of them to get a room, they are out here deceiving themselves,” her neighbor said out loud and hissed.

Kolawole let her go and began to laugh. Edua couldn’t hold back the bubbling laughter rushing out of her.

The lady eyed them, hissed again and walked off with her empty bucket dangling sideways.

“She is grumpy,” he wrapped his arms around her.

Edua rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it.”

“Will you marry me?” his dark eyes penetrated her shocked light brown ones.

“What was that?” she looked up at him, trembling slightly.

“Marry me Edua Imasogie,” his lips spread in a teasing smile.

She blinked and stared back at him. How long have they been dating? It was not even up to four months.

“Isn’t it too soon?”

The fear in her eyes made him to smile widely. “I am completely sure about this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“This is crazy…” her heart beat accelerated.

“The crazier thing is that my parents want to meet you tonight.”

Her jaw dropped.

“Don’t worry. They won’t bite.”

She looked away and tried to think, but, her mind had gone mushy.

“I love you babe. You are my fairy princess.”

She turned to meet his loving gaze.

“Marry me. Make me the happiest man on planet earth,” he cupped her face in his palms.

“Yes…” she whispered, heart pounding wildly against her chest.

“Yes?” his eyes grew wide with joy.

“Yes,” she breathed out loudly.

“That’s my girl. Let’s get you dressed. We are going to meet the parents,” he held her by the hand and led her towards her apartment.

Several thoughts ran through her mawkish mind. She was happy and scared at the same thing. She said a silent prayer, asking God to take
control of everything.

Oluwakemi65:
Aunty Shewrites Happy New Year oh.
Ermmm... what are u cooking today? .

Edua is really improving, not many Christians will be able to resist temptation.

Yes o... true true.

Am cooking delicious food.

Come and join me.

UltimateDayg:
TREAT OR TRICK!!!!


Shewrites treat us with a nice update or else you'll get tricked!!


Hey! You said you would update before or after 31st.

Today is not over yet na... Oliver twisting things *tongue-out*

Godwinfury:
u promised to send my Christmas chicken via way bill, and my new year gifts via the same way... yet to see it....






wouldn't mind being ur boyfriend this 2018 though, hope Oga with understand. ...








May the New Year start with fresh joys and and a life filled with peace. May you get warmth and togetherness and prosperity too.
Happy New Year!

Way bill ke? I have bluetoothed it since.

As part bf request, no need jare ...

Divepen1:
After votes from Nairalanders and a lot of considerations, this is just to honour writers that have made this place lively over the years

Here they are

Novel Category
Romance- Blessedman
Thriller- Oyinprince
Horror- Ghostwritter
Magical- Apollux
Most Consistent Novelist- Shewrites

Top Readers(5)
Queenitee, Honourable, Kingphilip, Missmossy, Ikombe


Top Writing Help Bloggers
Topwritersden
Writertain
Stevenbright

Legend of all time: Larrysun


Honorary
Best Nigerian Writer- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Past Moderator: Humbledbygrace

Short Story

Thriller
Divepen1
Most Consistent- Raggedyann
Romance- Angells
Horror- Royver
Comedy- Classcaptain

All glory goes to God Almighty.

I will like to thank our oga at the top Seun, the our literature section moderators, all writers on this section, the readers, ghost readers, commentors and encouragers and everyone that voted me.

Love you all.

Happy New Year once again. *hugs*

Truth001:
Happy new year shewrites, more fruitful years in Jesus name. The Lord will increase yr wisdom of writing and it will bring breakthrough fr you in this new year. Welcome to yr year of plenty....... I celebrate you sis

Amen. Thanks

Present.

Update resumes before or after 31st night service.

Can't wait for 2018. So so excited *dancing *

jasonex4:
Yesso.... Waiting for the mechanic to resurface...

Nice write up ma... Been a ghost reader since the beginning, but couldn't help it after reading this episode... More words to your mind ma...

Thanks

So glad your ghost mode is deactivated

tijehi:
Shewrites, please bring the mechanic oo. Wonderful episode.

Thanks.

The mechanic is working o. He will soon come.

BiadeFolar:
Thanks for the update. I love you... Like the scriptures say I should.

Loving you right back *holy-hugs*

Venovictory:
Interesting. When are u bringing in our mechanic na?

Relax babes... he is in his shop repairing cars. Beauty and the mechanic will soon cross paths again.

[quote author=Destiny4 fame post=63754017]Thanks shewrites, but we are yet to see the mechanic oooo. I hope he is around the corner?[/quote]Lol... he go show

Serafeal:
Haappiiiiee New Year Shewrites!

*hugs*

Happy New Year everyone!

Enjoy.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Edua!”

The tall curvy fair skinned attractive lady in a fitted short-sleeve, knee-length buttoned-down, red and pink striped gown, turned around and saw the pastor standing three cars away from hers.

“Good afternoon sir,” she smiled broadly and walked over to his side.

There were two other ladies standing beside him. She recognized them, they were both members of the choir. She waved at them and turned to the pastor.

“Edua, it’s being a long while,” Pastor Victory smiled back at her.

She started to laugh. She knew exactly what he was referring to. She hasn’t been coming to church regularly since she started working.

“How are you coping with your new job?” he folded his arms across his chest.

She nodded and held unto her pink hand-bag. “We thank God sir.”

“Why haven’t you been coming to church?”

The ladies grinned and started to walk away. Edua tucked back a stray strand of gold and wine coloured hair back into the pink hair-ruffle behind her neck.

“Sir, you know I work on the mainland. I get home on or before eight every day. The weekly service ends at seven-thirty. It’s hard to come home that early, especially with the crazy traffic on third mainland bridge.”

He sighed heavily, watching her closely. “But, what about the Sunday services? Do you work on Sundays?”

She shook her head instantly, “No, sir. Thank God no.”

“Why haven’t we been seeing you?”

She averted his concerned gaze. “Sir, sometimes, I get so tired…”

He started to shake his head, “Edua Imasogie.”

She chuckled, “Sir,” she tried not to look at him.

“I know it’s quite difficult adjusting to your new schedule, but, you should at least try.”

She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. I will sir.”

“Even if you can’t attend the weekly services regularly, try and come on Sundays. The church is just about two streets or so away from your house.”

She nodded again and met his caring stare. “Okay sir. I will try harder.”

“Your spiritual growth is my biggest concern,” he gave her a knowing look.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

“Okay then. Going home?”

“Yes, sir,” she sighed with relief. She dreaded being scolded by her pastor. He was like a father figure in her life.

“You look good,” he looked her up and down.

She blushed. “Thank you sir,” she spun round and hurried to her car. She unlocked the door and got in.
About three other ladies hanging around the car park rushed towards the vehicle and asked for a ride. She agreed to drop them at the estate gate and unlocked the car doors. They all thanked her and climbed in.

Seventeen minutes later, Edua parked her blue Toyota Corolla in the large compound and walked to the back of the house. She halted in shock when she found Barrister Kolawole standing by her front door, clad in a long-sleeve white tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with marching white sneakers.

“Where have you been?” he looked her up and down.

She recovered and walked to the door. “Church. Why didn’t you call?” She unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“Why should I call before checking up on my girl-friend?” he eyed her and followed her into the one-bedroom flat.

“You should have called. I would have come home immediately the church service ended,” she pulled off her pink high-heeled sandals and strode
into the bedroom.

She dropped the shoes beside a stack of others, threw the bag on the bed and returned to the sitting-room.

“You look delicious,” he beckoned at her. He was seated on the two-settee, making eyes at her.

She blushed and sauntered towards him. He made her sit on his laps and claimed her lips immediately. She kissed him back passionately. It’s being three weeks since they started going out and things had been running smoothly. No hiccups. Kolawole had showered her with both monetary and expensive gifts since their first outing. He made her to understand that regardless of the fact that she was working, he wanted to take care of her every need.

The kiss deepened and when she felt his hand slipping beneath her dress, caressing her thighs, she became alarmed. Since they have been dating, they had never gone beyond occasional kissing. She liked it that way. Even when she was dating Chidi, they didn’t go beyond kissing.
She had slept with countless numbers of men in her past life, and since she gave her life totally to Jesus, she had not slept with any man. She wanted it to remain that way until her wedding night. She remembered that Pastor Victory emphasized that sex before marriage was part of God’s list of ‘Don’ts’ for every Christian single. Now that she was completely sold out to God, constant obedience to his words and instructions was her aim and daily goal. She didn’t want to compromise in any way, no matter how much she liked the person she was going out with.

She felt a finger or two sliding into her underwear. The unforgettable sensations that flooded her, made her jump to her feet and step away. He held her by the elbow and tried to pull her back to his laps, but, she broke free from his grip and marched into the kitchen.

“I am famished, I made chicken stew last night. What do you prefer, white rice or boiled or fried yam?” she brought out the frozen chicken stew from the refrigerator.

Kolawole followed her into the kitchen and stood by the doorway, ogling at her. Since they had been going out, he had been looking for a way to show her how much he really liked her, and he had been dying to cross over from their ‘just kissing’ limitation to a deeper intimate experience. His girlfriend had the face of a fairy queen and the body of a Roman goddess. Night after night, he had fantasized how he would rip her apart and chew every single ounce of flesh on her body. It’s being three weeks. It was high time they solemnize their relationship. He didn’t understand why she was playing hard to get. A dozen ladies would have jumped at the opportunity of being with him and they would surely allow him to do whatever he liked to them, but, his new girlfriend was different. Aside her beauty and mouth-watering physique, that was what attracted him to her in the first place. She was one of the first few ladies who didn’t parade around him in desperation.

“Yam or rice?” She looked up at him, holding a tuber of yam in one hand and a bowl of rice in the other.

“All I want at this very moment is you,” he walked up to her and kissed her again.

She groaned inwardly and backed away. “Stop now. I am hungry,” she walked to the sink, placed the bowl of rice on the table and dropped the tuber of yam on a pile of about four five yams.

“I am hungry too,” he joined her at the sink and wrapped his arms around her.

She stilled her emotions when she felt his hardened sexual organ rubbing against her buttocks.

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear and licked her earlobe.

She swallowed hard and pondered on the best way to tell him ‘no’.

“I want to eat you all up, I know you want me too,” he held her by the waist, then walked his hands to her chest and squeezed hard.

“Kola please stop,” she pushed his hands away. She needed to make him stop. She liked him a lot and it would be easy to give in to his sexual pressure.

“I know you want me,” he loosened his belt and unzipped his trouser.

The moment he tried to lift her dress, she turned around and faced him squarely. “What is the meaning of this now?” she eyed him and noticed that he was naked waist down. Irritation flooded her.

“Are we doing anything wrong?” he grinned at her, hoping that he would be able to break down her wall of defense.

“Yes,” she hissed and stepped away. “This, this is not what I want. Not right now, anyway,” she marched out of the kitchen.

His brows came together in a frown. He pulled up his trouser and followed her.

“What are you saying?” He found her seated close to the television.

She eyed him again, “We need to take it slow.”

He came to sit beside her. “Why? What are we waiting for?” It began to dawn on him that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted that day.

She sighed heavily and looked at him sternly. “For starters, we are barely four weeks in this relationship. We are still getting to know each other…”

He smiled and took her by the hand. “It doesn’t matter. You know how much I like you. I know you like me too, a whole lot.”

She nodded and swallowed hard. Her throat felt suddenly dry. “We can kiss once in a while, but, I will really prefer if we abstain from sleeping together…”

His smile turned to a frown, “Why? Making love is a sign of our true affections and it will… it will definitely bond us,” he tried to convince her. he had no idea that she harboured such ideas. He could swear on his grandfather’s grave that she wasn’t a virgin. What was she waiting for?

She placed a hand on her forehead and just stared at him. She knew he was a Christian and had thought that he also followed the same biblical rules, but, it dawned on her that they had different perspective to the same issue.

“Come on love. Let’s get down and smoothen this beautiful relationship. This is also part of getting to know each other,” he leaned forward and tried to kiss her.

She turned her head away and hissed. “You are not listening to me.”

He looked at her for a while. Her unyielding stance made him feel a bit angry. What she was asking for was impossible. Was it possible to date someone without sleeping with the person?

“Lady, assuming we were in the stone age, I might have agreed with you, but, for Christ’s sake, this is the 21st century.”

She glanced back at him. His dark face was expressionless, but, still cute.

“What are you really saying? No sex or sex once in a while?” his serious stare observed her pale face.

“We both know that sex before marriage is a no-no in God’s dictionary,” she looked back at him.

“I see,” he got up abruptly and zipped his trouser.

“I know that it is going to be hard, but, we can do it. God will help us,” she tried to encourage him.

“My dear, I don’t agree with you.”

She folded her arms across her chest. It didn’t matter if he saw reasons with her or not. Her mind was made up. There was no going back for her.

“I know you are not a virgin. What’s all this rules and regulations for?” his harsh gaze remained on her face.

His statement felt like a slap on her face. He had no idea what he was talking about. Her virginity was stolen from her. Sold off to men older than her father.

“I thought we could spend time together and have fun, but, obviously, you are not interested,” he backed away.

She sighed heavily and shook her head. “Look, if you really like me, if you really want to get to know me, if you really want a relationship with me, this are the terms.”

He eyed her again. “You are not thinking straight.”

“I am as clear headed as the sun at dawn,” she crossed her legs, picked up the remote and switched on the television.

“Suit yourself,” he hissed and headed for the front door.

When she heard the loud bang of the door after he left, she threw the remote on the table, and placed her head in her palms.

BiadeFolar:
Milking my tongue like *Jollof ti jina*

Lol...