SYNOPSIS.

Have you ever felt so lonely you were willing to do anything for a little company?
I was at the point in my life where my nights were no different from my day and I hated opening my eyes in the morning. All I wanted was a little companionship when I created a profile on a dating application online and little did, I know it was about to turn my world completely upside down as the moment I clicked match on his profile spurn the wheel of my stormy fate into motion.

CHAPTER 1.

I was jolted to consciousness by two little hands trying to pry my bra open and darkness faded as I turned the light on. Time check and it was 12:56a.m, signaling the beginning of another daunting and lonely night.
Not if I can help it.
I checked online for dating apps and found the easiest one to meet people living nearby. I download the app into my phone and set up a new profile but the next hurdle was a good profile photo to attract the kind I was hunting for. I combed my hair and held it with a loose band and I was not a fan of make-up so I made do with powder, pink gloss and a little blush to my cheekbones.
After numerous attempts at taking a self-portrait, I got one decent enough and created a profile stating I was looking for friends nearby. It was quite pretentious but it did not feel that way because it was what everyone had on his or her profiles.

I got a few matches but they just wanted casual encounters and after a few minutes on the application, I quickly learned it was a community for people seeking casual encounters only. One particular man told me to skip the drama and go straight to the sheets.

Yikes, the world is evolving too fast for you Debby.

I gave up hopes for a genuine connection and was about deleting my profile when I got a new match from one of the profiles I randomly clicked likes on but looking at the profile, it looked sketchy.

It was the photo of a handsome man named Samuel Harrison. The photo looked like a professional model Polaroid. In other words, it had all the makings of a catfish. My infuriation moved me to write the person and tell whomever it was what I think about them, you cannot blame me, I was beyond bored so I indulged.

Hello fake Samuel Harrison, how long will you steal identities to deceive innocent people? Please change your ways. I have no idea why you hide behind people's identities but love yourself more and desist from deceit. Thanks.

Yeah, that is how you change the world, one catfish at a time.

A reply came faster than a boomerang and my nose tilted as I read.

Hello hypocrite, the only one pretending to be someone else is you whilst trying your possible best to look all innocent without make-up, a retro passport looking photograph and pretending you are looking for just friends when all you really want is a good Bleep but you are probably too self righteous to admit it. You matched with me because you want me so please take your own advice, be more confident, and stop pretending.

What an ungrateful jerk and a rude one at that.

Unlike you, I do not need to hide under anyone's identity to gain attention. I am confident and I love myself. I am not looking for sex but friendship but it turns out that only sex starved retards as you exist on this app. You do know I can have your profile reported for creating a fake account right? Lower your ego.

Another notification light and I checked before the beep had the opportunity to see the light of day.

You are a fiery one baby and I do like them feisty.

I am not your baby, yes, I am fiery, my burn stings like a bitch, and you are definitely a fake person behind a fake profile. Even if you want to use a stolen identity, do not use such an unrealistic one because no dude that looks that hot will be online.

I am flattered you find me unrealistically good looking. It means you are attracted to me but if you are adamant then what should I do to prove I am real.

There is something called video Call.

Girl, you sound a bit desperate and a little too willing to video chat with a catfish.

I can swing by your place after work if you will be kind with your address.

Hell no, you could be a serial killer.

Give me your digits. We can start by hearing each other’s voices.

Here I am, biting my nails and waiting by the phone for him to get off his high horse and give me a call, yet my phone remains silent.

Yes, I know he is a catfish but he is the only external conversation I have had in a while, so it is both scary and intriguing at the same time.

I was belting out Whitney Houston's I will always love you when my phone rang and I saw an unknown number displayed on the screen.

"Hey catfish."

"Hey hypocrite, it looks like you waited for my call since you picked up on the first ring and knew who was calling."

Cocky bastard.

I had a comeback but it got lost in the sound of his voice. It was unique, raspy and airy almost like you cannot hear the words because of how much air it contains and it cracks a little bit when it gathers volume. He had a fake British accent going for him that was getting on my damn nerves.

"Cat got your tongue huh?" He chuckled and stopped abruptly. "What was that? Is that a baby’s cry?"

“Yea…That was my child. She just woke up.”

“You have a child. Why is a married woman looking for online hookups this late at night?”

“I am neither married nor looking for sex. I am a single mother. Do you have a problem with single mothers being online?”

"Wow! How is he or she?"

"She is fine, and thanks for asking." I carried her from her crib attached to my bed and put the phone on hands free function. She stopped crying and paid attention to the phone.

"What’s her name?"

"Sam."

"Wow, I can see why you are super protective of the identity but no worries my lady, I’m actually Samuel Harrison, my profile is real, and I'm honored to be your daughter's namesake."

"Oh shut it! I see you are still maintaining your cover. Drop the fake accent and come clean."

He chuckled. "You are a doubting Thomas Miss Debby. What will it take for you believe me?”

"Say the truth and the truth shall set you free fishy."

"Ooh she also has trust issues? Did someone steal your candy right from your mouth when you were a little girl?"

"No, I just don't believe in things that aren't real, like unicorns, Kardashian black genes, Santa Claus and perfect Sam Harrisons."

We joked around for a while and I was enjoying every bit of it too. It did not feel like I was talking to a stranger and although we said nothing serious or deep, it felt natural to just poke at each other and hear him talk.

We ended the call after an hour on the phone and I felt less lonely because I knew somewhere out there, someone else knows Sam and I exists and I found myself itching to know the person behind the profile. We do have something in common. I am hiding from the world and he is hiding behind a profile.

A message beep and I checked.

Hey hypocrite, I really want to meet you and Sam. Is 4pm tomorrow okay?

I was about to answer him when another message came in.

What are you doing now?

In bed and waiting for sleep and you?

I still have a lot to do here so keeping a late night. What part of London are you? I really want to see you today, I am curious about you. Please say yes.

Curiosity kills the catfish they say.

I am a cat with nine lives so I am confident on that level. Come on, give me the chance to meet you and I promise you will not regret it. I am sure we will be great friends.

I am up for it only if you tell me who you really are.

OK, I am a catfish and I used the profile because I have body image issues and I am going to reveal everything to you tomorrow if you let me.

Thank you for admitting the truth and I will keep to my words. We can meet by 4pm tomorrow. I will text you an address by three, keep your phone close.

Sam the catfish: Oh, I will. Thanks for the opportunity and kiss Sam goodnight for me.

The realization of what I agreed to dawn on me after I dropped my phone and I gave a good thought to what I was doing and tried to talk myself out of it but to no avail.

I awoke to the sweet melody of pink's try blasting through my phone's speaker as a call came through.

Can you imagine the nerve on this guy? Who wakes another human being up this early?

"Hello!"

"Wow, chill the Bleep up grumpy grouch, someone clearly hates morning calls. I want to inquire if we could see earlier than scheduled, let us say around ... 2pm? It's Friday so I'm leaving work early."

"Look who the eager one is now."

"Patience is not one of my impeccably strong suits so what do you say? Please let’s make it work."

“Alright.”

By 11am, I had my bath and put on one of my favorite blue jeans I had not used since I was pregnant. It fitted me perfectly so I paired it with a V-neck pink T-Shirt. My makeup was minimal and I combed my brows, powdered my face, a little bit of highlight on my cheek and pink gloss on my lips.

Yea I know I love pink, shoot me.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I gave myself thumbs up for a job well done because I looked natural, almost as if I was not wearing makeup. The key was to look like the person on my profile picture, because I hated those stories about how people look different from their profile photos when you meet them.

Sam woke up from her short nap and fed again, I changed her diaper and wore her matching pink dress and shoe. My baby was a very happy and peaceful child. As long as you keep her well fed and give her regular baths, my baby is good to go and will not cry unless she was uncomfortable. Give her music and she will pay all of her attention to it, sometimes making sounds and gestures that I assumed was an attempt at singing and dancing.

I got a text from Samuel a quarter to 2pm notifying me of his arrival at my gate and my stomach dropped.

“Ok, calm down Debby. This can go three ways. Either he shows up and it goes horribly wrong or he turns out to be a nice person and things go well. Worst case scenario, he doesn't show up at all and is just pulling pranks on you but it’s time to face the music.”

I stepped out, looked to the side, and got the wind knocked out of me as he pushed off the car he was leaning on car and walked towards me. He was wearing a grey blazer over navy blue dress shirt, black pants with white sneakers, his red curls pulled back and nerdy glasses perched on his straight nose, clearly showing he came straight from work. Standing before me with a smirk plastered on his diamond-structured face was none other than Samuel Harrison and boy was he real.

"It’s my pleasure to meet you and you can stop staring now. I know I look good but I doubt I look that unbelievably good." I knew I was gawking but I could not help it until his voice drew me out of my mind.

"The pleasure is mine." I extended my hand but in a swift move, he hugged me and took Sam from me. "Believe me, the pleasure is all mine."

Boy you are smooth as jazz.

He stared directly at my lips with such intensity that I could feel shock waves rolling through my spine as he bit his lower lip and smiled. He was clearly enjoying me squirm under his gaze and for the second time, my jaw dropped when his dimples made an apparition and at this point, I was invisibly drooling.

I am in trouble.

I felt things that I had not felt in a long time, the prominent one being the feeling of want and the desire to be wanted. Sam seemed to warm up to him too and she was who starring at him like a puzzle she was trying to solve as I led the way into my compound.

We sat at the front porch and continued starring at each other as he looked around and cleared his voice for the third time. Sam stretched her arms towards me and I took her from him.

Awkward!

"You have a very beautiful house I must say."

Say something Debby, you are making this way awkward than it should be.

"Thanks, it’s a rental…”

Ahrrrrrr! Debby you fool. He did not ask if it was a rental, he only complimented it. Of all things to reply with and you only came up with that?

“I mean it is not mine. It does not look like a rental...so...um... I am just trying to say I do not own the house and it belongs to someone else, not that you asked. I'll stop talking now."

Jeez! I feel like digging a hole and burying myself inside. Why do I sound like a retard?

"You don't seem to be comfortable around me."

"No, of course I'm comfortable. It is just I was not expecting you. I mean I was expecting you but not as you, I was expecting someone else pretending to be you... I was expecting someone else pretending to be you. A catfish, someone that looks a whole lot different, and not the way you look."

Where is my brain hiding when I need it the most? I am so frustrated with the limit of my vocabulary right now.

"I think the words you are trying to find are that I'm real and unrealistically good looking, you where wrong about me and I was right."

"Yes, you were right and I was wrong and I'm just a little bit shocked is all."

"I sense an apology coming anytime now but I could be wrong."

You are an arrogant and good-looking bastard.

"I'm sorry I called you fake and deceitful."

"Don't forget catfish."

"Yes and for insisting you were a catfish."

"Also, you have to apologize for insinuating I couldn't be as good looking as my profile picture."

Great job Debby, You dug your own grave and he is having a nice time burying you in it.

"Say it."

"Oh come on, lay off. You are not so innocent yourself. You called me a hypocrite pretending to look for sex online. What would someone like you be doing online by the way? You do not look like you have trouble meeting people or picking up women. I bet you have women falling onto your dick at your command. Moreover, I am not attracted to you."

Wowza! Cinnamon is back and she is blazing hot.

"Oh you are definitely attracted to me."

"No, I...am...not."

"Oh yes you are. I can see you ogling me, and why can I not be online? What if I have trouble picking women?"

"I highly doubt you have any trouble picking women and I bet you walk around with pride screaming I'm Sam Harrison, I'm super attractive, and the whole world wants have sex with me."

"So you do find me attractive. I can tell you want me Debby." He inched closer and placed his hand softly on my arms. "I can tell by the way you react when I touch you and I can tell by your uneven breath. You rile me up knowing how much I like it and those sexy lips of yours quiver when I look into your eyes."

Oh, I am putty in his hands. Sam, do something to save your mommy because your mommy is weak.

I stayed put like a hypnotized doll and I could feel my throat drying up as he drew circles with the tip of his fingers from my palm to my elbows and my toes curled. "The way your pulse quickened at my touch shows me you want me Debs."

"Uhm...I have to go …ge...t... Sam her food. She is hun...y...yes hungry. Gimmeaminute."

Way to go Debby, you have developed a stutter too.

I jumped out of his touch as if it was a burning flame and bolted from his presence. I got in and picked little Sam's outdoor crib and then I sat down for a few seconds to calm my raging heart.

Get a grip Debby, you cannot show him how affected you are by him, he is just toying with you and you are falling right into his hands. You are stronger than this. Go and show him that two can play this game.

I quickly made her food and stepped out only to stop in my tracks and stare…I mean gawk.

Do you remember when I said two could play this game? I was wrong. I had no chance. He is a grand master at a game that I just started learning.

Samuel was standing in front of the porch stretching from side to side and wearing nothing more than his white inner shirt as his blazer, dress shirt were lounging on an armrest, and I could see the outline of his toned body underneath his thin shirt.

Lucifer has resurrected and he is here for my soul.

He walked towards me until he was too close for comfort and I took a useless step back but it made no difference because he was clearly towering over me and flashed a deadly smile.

You smug devil.


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CHAPTER 1.
I was jolted to consciousness by two little hands trying to pry my bra open and darkness faded as I turned the light on. Time check and it was12:56a.m, signaling the beginning of another daunting and lonely night.
Not if I can help it.
I checked online for dating apps and found the easiest one to meet people living nearby. I download the app into my phone and set up a new profile but the next hurdle was a good profile photo to attract the kind I was hunting for. I combed my hair and held it with a loose band and I was not a fan of make-up so I made do with powder, pink gloss and a little blush to my cheekbones.
After numerous attempts at taking a self-portrait, I got one decent enough and created a profile stating I was looking for friends nearby. It was quite pretentious but it did not feel that way because it was what everyone had on his or her profiles.

I got a few matches but they just wanted casual encounters and after a few minutes on the application, I quickly learned it was a community for people seeking casual encounters only. One particular man told me to skip the drama and go straight to the sheets.

Yikes, the world is evolving too fast for you Debby.

I gave up hopes for a genuine connection and was about deleting my profile when I got a new match from one of the profiles I randomly clicked likes on but looking at the profile, it looked sketchy.

It was the photo of a handsome man named Samuel Harrison. The photo looked like a professional model Polaroid. In other words, it had all the makings of a catfish. My infuriation moved me to write the person and tell whomever it was what I think about them, you cannot blame me, I was beyond bored so I indulged.

Hello fake Samuel Harrison, how long will you steal identities to deceive innocent people? Please change your ways. I have no idea why you hide behind people's identities but love yourself more and desist from deceit. Thanks.

Yeah, that is how you change the world, one catfish at a time.

A reply came faster than a boomerang and my nose tilted as I read.

Hello hypocrite, the only one pretending to be someone else is you whilst trying your possible best to look all innocent without make-up, a retro passport looking photograph and pretending you are looking for just friends when all you really want is a good Bleep but you are probably too self righteous to admit it. You matched with me because you want me so please take your own advice, be more confident, and stop pretending.

What an ungrateful jerk and a rude one at that.

Unlike you, I do not need to hide under anyone's identity to gain attention. I am confident and I love myself. I am not looking for sex but friendship but it turns out that only sex starved retards as you exist on this app. You do know I can have your profile reported for creating a fake account right? Lower your ego.

Another notification light and I checked before the beep had the opportunity to see the light of day.

You are a fiery one baby and I do like them feisty.

I am not your baby, yes, I am fiery, my burn stings like a bitch, and you are definitely a fake person behind a fake profile. Even if you want to use a stolen identity, do not use such an unrealistic one because no dude that looks that hot will be online.

I am flattered you find me unrealistically good looking. It means you are attracted to me but if you are adamant then what should I do to prove I am real.

There is something called video Call.

Girl, you sound a bit desperate and a little too willing to video chat with a catfish.

I can swing by your place after work if you will be kind with your address.

Hell no, you could be a serial killer.

Give me your digits. We can start by hearing each other’s voices.

Here I am, biting my nails and waiting by the phone for him to get off his high horse and give me a call, yet my phone remains silent.

Yes, I know he is a catfish but he is the only external conversation I have had in a while, so it is both scary and intriguing at the same time.

I was belting out Whitney Houston's I will always love you when my phone rang and I saw an unknown number displayed on the screen.

"Hey catfish."

"Hey hypocrite, it looks like you waited for my call since you picked up on the first ring and knew who was calling."

Cocky bastard.

I had a comeback but it got lost in the sound of his voice. It was unique, raspy and airy almost like you cannot hear the words because of how much air it contains and it cracks a little bit when it gathers volume. He had a fake British accent going for him that was getting on my damn nerves.

"Cat got your tongue huh?" He chuckled and stopped abruptly. "What was that? Is that a baby’s cry?"

“Yea…That was my child. She just woke up.”

“You have a child. Why is a married woman looking for online hookups this late at night?”

“I am neither married nor looking for sex. I am a single mother. Do you have a problem with single mothers being online?”

"Wow! How is he or she?"

"She is fine, and thanks for asking." I carried her from her crib attached to my bed and put the phone on hands free function. She stopped crying and paid attention to the phone.

"What’s her name?"

"Sam."

"Wow, I can see why you are super protective of the identity but no worries my lady, I’m actually Samuel Harrison, my profile is real, and I'm honored to be your daughter's namesake."

"Oh shut it! I see you are still maintaining your cover. Drop the fake accent and come clean."

He chuckled. "You are a doubting Thomas Miss Debby. What will it take for you believe me?”

"Say the truth and the truth shall set you free fishy."

"Ooh she also has trust issues? Did someone steal your candy right from your mouth when you were a little girl?"

"No, I just don't believe in things that aren't real, like unicorns, Kardashian black genes, Santa Claus and perfect Sam Harrisons."

We joked around for a while and I was enjoying every bit of it too. It did not feel like I was talking to a stranger and although we said nothing serious or deep, it felt natural to just poke at each other and hear him talk.

We ended the call after an hour on the phone and I felt less lonely because I knew somewhere out there, someone else knows Sam and I exists and I found myself itching to know the person behind the profile. We do have something in common. I am hiding from the world and he is hiding behind a profile.

A message beep and I checked.

Hey hypocrite, I really want to meet you and Sam. Is 4pm tomorrow okay?

I was about to answer him when another message came in.

What are you doing now?

In bed and waiting for sleep and you?

I still have a lot to do here so keeping a late night. What part of London are you? I really want to see you today, I am curious about you. Please say yes.

Curiosity kills the catfish they say.

I am a cat with nine lives so I am confident on that level. Come on, give me the chance to meet you and I promise you will not regret it. I am sure we will be great friends.

I am up for it only if you tell me who you really are.

OK, I am a catfish and I used the profile because I have body image issues and I am going to reveal everything to you tomorrow if you let me.

Thank you for admitting the truth and I will keep to my words. We can meet by 4pm tomorrow. I will text you an address by three, keep your phone close.

Sam the catfish: Oh, I will. Thanks for the opportunity and kiss Sam goodnight for me.

The realization of what I agreed to dawn on me after I dropped my phone and I gave a good thought to what I was doing and tried to talk myself out of it but to no avail.

I awoke to the sweet melody of pink's try blasting through my phone's speaker as a call came through.

Can you imagine the nerve on this guy? Who wakes another human being up this early?

"Hello!"

"Wow, chill the Bleep up grumpy grouch, someone clearly hates morning calls. I want to inquire if we could see earlier than scheduled, let us say around ... 2pm? It's Friday so I'm leaving work early."

"Look who the eager one is now."

"Patience is not one of my impeccably strong suits so what do you say? Please let’s make it work."

“Alright.”

By 11am, I had my bath and put on one of my favorite blue jeans I had not used since I was pregnant. It fitted me perfectly so I paired it with a V-neck pink T-Shirt. My makeup was minimal and I combed my brows, powdered my face, a little bit of highlight on my cheek and pink gloss on my lips.

Yea I know I love pink, shoot me.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I gave myself thumbs up for a job well done because I looked natural, almost as if I was not wearing makeup. The key was to look like the person on my profile picture, because I hated those stories about how people look different from their profile photos when you meet them.

Sam woke up from her short nap and fed again, I changed her diaper and wore her matching pink dress and shoe. My baby was a very happy and peaceful child. As long as you keep her well fed and give her regular baths, my baby is good to go and will not cry unless she was uncomfortable. Give her music and she will pay all of her attention to it, sometimes making sounds and gestures that I assumed was an attempt at singing and dancing.

I got a text from Samuel a quarter to 2pm notifying me of his arrival at my gate and my stomach dropped.

“Ok, calm down Debby. This can go three ways. Either he shows up and it goes horribly wrong or he turns out to be a nice person and things go well. Worst case scenario, he doesn't show up at all and is just pulling pranks on you but it’s time to face the music.”

I stepped out, looked to the side, and got the wind knocked out of me as he pushed off the car he was leaning on car and walked towards me. He was wearing a grey blazer over navy blue dress shirt, black pants with white sneakers, his red curls pulled back and nerdy glasses perched on his straight nose, clearly showing he came straight from work. Standing before me with a smirk plastered on his diamond-structured face was none other than Samuel Harrison and boy was he real.

"It’s my pleasure to meet you and you can stop staring now. I know I look good but I doubt I look that unbelievably good." I knew I was gawking but I could not help it until his voice drew me out of my mind.

"The pleasure is mine." I extended my hand but in a swift move, he hugged me and took Sam from me. "Believe me, the pleasure is all mine."

Boy you are smooth as jazz.

He stared directly at my lips with such intensity that I could feel shock waves rolling through my spine as he bit his lower lip and smiled. He was clearly enjoying me squirm under his gaze and for the second time, my jaw dropped when his dimples made an apparition and at this point, I was invisibly drooling.

I am in trouble.

I felt things that I had not felt in a long time, the prominent one being the feeling of want and the desire to be wanted. Sam seemed to warm up to him too and she was who starring at him like a puzzle she was trying to solve as I led the way into my compound.

We sat at the front porch and continued starring at each other as he looked around and cleared his voice for the third time. Sam stretched her arms towards me and I took her from him.

Awkward!

"You have a very beautiful house I must say."

Say something Debby, you are making this way awkward than it should be.

"Thanks, it’s a rental…”

Ahrrrrrr! Debby you fool. He did not ask if it was a rental, he only complimented it. Of all things to reply with and you only came up with that?

“I mean it is not mine. It does not look like a rental...so...um... I am just trying to say I do not own the house and it belongs to someone else, not that you asked. I'll stop talking now."

Jeez! I feel like digging a hole and burying myself inside. Why do I sound like a retard?

"You don't seem to be comfortable around me."

"No, of course I'm comfortable. It is just I was not expecting you. I mean I was expecting you but not as you, I was expecting someone else pretending to be you... I was expecting someone else pretending to be you. A catfish, someone that looks a whole lot different, and not the way you look."

Where is my brain hiding when I need it the most? I am so frustrated with the limit of my vocabulary right now.

"I think the words you are trying to find are that I'm real and unrealistically good looking, you where wrong about me and I was right."

"Yes, you were right and I was wrong and I'm just a little bit shocked is all."

"I sense an apology coming anytime now but I could be wrong."

You are an arrogant and good-looking bastard.

"I'm sorry I called you fake and deceitful."

"Don't forget catfish."

"Yes and for insisting you were a catfish."

"Also, you have to apologize for insinuating I couldn't be as good looking as my profile picture."

Great job Debby, You dug your own grave and he is having a nice time burying you in it.

"Say it."

"Oh come on, lay off. You are not so innocent yourself. You called me a hypocrite pretending to look for sex online. What would someone like you be doing online by the way? You do not look like you have trouble meeting people or picking up women. I bet you have women falling onto your dick at your command. Moreover, I am not attracted to you."

Wowza! Cinnamon is back and she is blazing hot.

"Oh you are definitely attracted to me."

"No, I...am...not."

"Oh yes you are. I can see you ogling me, and why can I not be online? What if I have trouble picking women?"

"I highly doubt you have any trouble picking women and I bet you walk around with pride screaming I'm Sam Harrison, I'm super attractive, and the whole world wants have sex with me."

"So you do find me attractive. I can tell you want me Debby." He inched closer and placed his hand softly on my arms. "I can tell by the way you react when I touch you and I can tell by your uneven breath. You rile me up knowing how much I like it and those sexy lips of yours quiver when I look into your eyes."

Oh, I am putty in his hands. Sam, do something to save your mommy because your mommy is weak.

I stayed put like a hypnotized doll and I could feel my throat drying up as he drew circles with the tip of his fingers from my palm to my elbows and my toes curled. "The way your pulse quickened at my touch shows me you want me Debs."

"Uhm...I have to go …ge...t... Sam her food. She is hun...y...yes hungry. Gimmeaminute."

Way to go Debby, you have developed a stutter too.

I jumped out of his touch as if it was a burning flame and bolted from his presence. I got in and picked little Sam's outdoor crib and then I sat down for a few seconds to calm my raging heart.

Get a grip Debby, you cannot show him how affected you are by him, he is just toying with you and you are falling right into his hands. You are stronger than this. Go and show him that two can play this game.

I quickly made her food and stepped out only to stop in my tracks and stare…I mean gawk.

Do you remember when I said two could play this game? I was wrong. I had no chance. He is a grand master at a game that I just started learning.

Samuel was standing in front of the porch stretching from side to side and wearing nothing more than his white inner shirt as his blazer, dress shirt were lounging on an armrest, and I could see the outline of his toned body underneath his thin shirt.

Lucifer has resurrected and he is here for my soul.

He walked towards me until he was too close for comfort and I took a useless step back but it made no difference because he was clearly towering over me and flashed a deadly smile.

You smug devil.


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[center]PROLOGUE: [/center]
Do you know the truth? Think again.
Illusion is an instance of a wrong or misinterpreted view of a sensory experience. Perception is the way in which we regard, understand, and interprets something. Information is facts provided or learned about something or someone.
In other words, what you think you know right now is perception of the information provided to you but is it facts or your perception of lies presented to you as truth.
It is the story v your view and their truth v your truth.

[center] CHAPTER 1[/center]
[center]Diamond Boulevard.
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The ovation accompanied closing bells rang aloud as the short arm of the clock touched the number five and as the long arm tiptoed to number twelve.

"It is a minute past five here at the New York stock exchange and the executive Chairman of Li group, Mr. Huang Jie Li rang the closing bell with GX up six hundred and sixty-three points for the eight weeks since the release of the Smartphone GXs10." Television stations ushered the closing of the tough business day.

The twenty-six years old CEO of Generation Extra, Mr. Wang Wei Li shook hands with three business executives in an elite restaurant at Diamond Boulevard and exited but his determined steps came to an abrupt halt as his eyes scaled the little scratch to the hood of his car and his nostrils flared with a curt hiss eluding his lips. His phone rang as he entered the car and he picked up using the hands-free function.

"Shoot."

"There seems to be a widely reported problem with the newly released smart phones needing your immediate attention."

The car windscreen ignited with an email notification and his brows furrowed as he read the mail. "This is a software problem and not hardware. Send it to team five immediately. I'm on my way." His thumb touched the finger prints ignition function and the car purred to live.

"Also, some staffs have come up with a class action suit against the company over alleged maltreatment and wrongful termination of employment. The press is having a field day with it. Miss Zhang is about to send out a press release and would like a quote from you, sir."
"It's my company and I can fire whomever I want."

"I'm quite aware young master but I will need that quote."

"I just gave you a quote."

"Oh! That? Are you sure that this is how you want to approach? The press really doesn't like you at the moment after you called them viruses worse than Ebola."

"Perkins!"

"I'll tell her to run with that. In addition, the model from Peru will be landing soon. What hotel should I put her in?"
"Li luxury."

"You still have a meeting with your father today."

"I'm aware."

"Your mother will like you to make some time for tea tomorrow."

"I’m busy." He dropped the call and tuned to his favorite radio station as he slammed on his shades, matched the throttle, and zoomed after the luminous sunset as if he was chasing after his own life.

Some lives are on full throttle until they are hit by a certain force that veers them from their path and Wang Wei Li was about to be hit by that powerful force of nature and he'll never see coming.

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A loud clearing of throat could be heard underneath a dirty green 1984 Volvo wagon in an equally dirty mechanic garage at the intersection connecting Golgotha city to Diamond city.

Sounds of tools dropping and gathering continued until Mr. James a bulky and short African American man crawled from underneath the vehicle to see her swaying impatiently on her feet and humming a soft tune.

His eyes went over all five feet and six inches of her clad in dirty thrift denim pants and crop top that came to a curt and jagged end right underneath her bust line. Her long limbs gave the impression of a much taller person and she was adequately slim and curvy in stature.
She has a beautiful oval face that is easy on the eyes, brown luminous in complexion, rich and bouncy long brown curls, long pointed nose and beautiful brown eyes shaded by long lashes and defined by slightly arched brows.

The crop top displayed an interesting large flower tattoo covering from the top of her right rib and disappeared into her pants. The tattoo is a combination of a poisonous pink flowered plant called Nerium Oleander (The sweet scented killer) and a poisonous purple flowered plant called Aconitum (The devil's helmet or Wolf's bane).

Her back carries a large tattoo of an upside down dagger pierced through a skull signifying death and her elbow carried the popular spider web tattoo, on her collarbone is a delicate and beautiful multicolored tattoo of a butterfly with angel wings, Ivory was written above it and right underneath was my heartbeat written in quote.

She raised her head "You're done?"

"That depends on what you mean by done. There are so many things wrong with this vehicle. I advise you to save up and buy a new one. This piece of shit belongs in a junkyard. You're driving a moving coffin young lady, heed my warning or you'll be buried in it."

"I don't need a new car Mr. James, what I need is money. Besides, why waste money if it's still moving?"

"Then have it repaired properly. The car needs steering oil, gear oil, brake pads and some electrical work. Not forgetting a whole lot of body work."

"What I can get right now are two used brake pads. Why fix what's not broken?"
"You are such a cheapskate."

"Wrong sir, I am just really poor."

"When next are you going to stop by? I want to introduce you to one of my newly widowed cousins."

A hint of amusement colored her cheeks. "I'm interested but he'll probably run away after he gets an ear full of the legendary Mallory Obey and I'm guessing you'll be the one to fill his ears. We all know how much you love to gossip Mr. James."

He laughed awkwardly as she paid him, entered the car through the window because the door does not open, and connected two wires underneath the steering wheel and the motor ignited after several rounds of hums, coughs, and hiccups.

Smoke filled the mechanic garage and Mr. James covered his nose with a napkin. She shifted the gear stick three times and the vehicle produced some kicks, farts and grinding sound before it thrust forward and belched another set of smoke enveloping Mr. James like a sand storm. He coughed and looked at the dirty napkin with his head shaking disapprovingly.

"Stay healthy Mr. James. Your health is your wealth."

"I pray I don't die by your cheapness first."

"Good bye Mr. James. See you when I see you!" Her voice rang from distance.

The vehicle grabbed every attention on the road as she drove while eating groundnuts from the passenger seat with her right hand, using a hand fan to fan herself with her left hand because the window to her right does not crank down and steering the wheels with her elbows whilst listening to her favorite radio station.

She grumbled at how slow her car was moving which is a great example of her life's pace but some lives do not begin until a certain point and Mallory was about to hit that point right in the middle of its eyes.

Mallory sang along to Tina Turner's proud Mary as she drove down the road smoke belching, brake pads screeching and smelling like toxic city until the traffic lights signaled yellow and she matched the brake but she was still rolling and rolling like she was on a river no matter how religiously her foot was pumping.

"You still need two brake pads."

"Why fix what's not broken?" Her conversation with Mr. James echoed around her.

"Oh shit!" She pulled the handbrake but the handle broke off. "Shit! Shit! Shit and quadruple shitloads!" She tried to steer off the road but the steering wheel remained stiff.

"You need gear oil and steering oil."

"Mallory you're a fucking cheap-skating bitch!" She tried honking but no sound rang out.

"There are some electrical faults in the car." Mr. James reminded her again and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she gave up and sat waiting for the worst that could happen.

"Good evening, time is a quarter past five, it is your favorite girl Michelle Nathan, and this is your favorite radio station Joy 98.5 FM. It is a remarkable day, as people all over the world will be stargazing tonight in hopes of watching the stellar collision of two stars orbiting too close to each other and are predicted to collide. Stellar collision is the coming together of two stars caused by stellar dynamics within a star cluster or by the orbital decay of a binary star due to stellar mass loss or gravitational radiation. Events of this type occur about once every 10,000 years and the explosion will be visible with the naked eye for the first time in history as it will cause an outburst of light so bright that it will become the brightest object in the sky. My earnest prayer for those searching for the one is that your star locates and collides with your destined partner in a beautiful stellar collision of two hearts just like the stellar collision we are about to witness. Here is counting stars by One republic. I’ll be right back with live updates of the most anticipated stellar collision, do not touch that dial."

A brash sound graced the intersection whilst a beautiful burst of light colored the night sky.

"Oh, that is a disrespectful sight to behold." Someone commented and laughter echoed around from the people taking photos of the worthless wagon and Lamborghini Veneno Roadster worth millions of dollars’ collision.

"The spectacular view above you is as a result of the two stars colliding and I believe that your star has collided with that of your soul mate tonight. I am going to leave you with Connection by one republic, it's still your favorite station Joy 98.5 and I am your favorite girl, Michelle Nathan the voice of the passionate west."

Wang looked through the rear-view mirror and the first image he saw was of her hand as it rose and grabbed the roof of the car animated by the thick smoke emitting from the engine of the crumbled car lying flat on its stomach at the middle of the intersection.
She slipped out and her middle fingers arose at people taking her photographs. Those fingers lowered as the black beast’s doors opened, and an exquisite pair of shoes touched the tar of the road.

Her palms clasped tightly over her mouth as she recognized the intoxicating personality coming straight at her like an enigmatic eagle in flight.
"Name?" His stern voice reverberated through her eardrums and her chin quivered slightly.

"Ma...Mallory Obey."

He took off his shades to reveal a condescending stare perched on the tip of his nose and pointed at the dent to the hood of his car. "Miss Mallory, how do you plan to take responsibility for your crimes?"

She opened her mouth to speak but his raised finger silenced her as his phone rang. "Wang Wei Li speaking…I'll be there in five." He ran into his car and sped away.

SweetAnn: Someone just bashed Mr. Wang Wei Li’s expensive car at Gulia metro intersection today. Did you people see the photos?

Fukai223: @SweetAnn. I just saw the pictures. One wretched looking girl hit my Wang just like that and still dared to be rude. Who does she think she is?

Mikel3423: @SweetAnn. She sure is looking for death and who drives such a car in this generation? I am shocked Mr. Wang let her go so easily because she is such a rude girl and could she have hit him on purpose. She is looking for compensation money and I guess she is one these desperados.

Justina_0022: The tattooed girl is so nasty. Just see the way she used the middle finger in public and she dare to bash our prince’s car and still be rude? I hate her. Does anyone know her handle? Let us invade her comment session.

Luciousbaby: Mr. Wang did not even do anything to her and drove off just like that. How can she be so shameless to drive such a scrap and hit such an expensive car? Does she not clearly see that traffic light or is she colorblind? If I was Mr. Wang, she will definitely pay for the damages.

MeiMie: Justina _0022. I do not know her ID yet but I am searching. She is nasty and I personally hate her.

Twinsaffair: Does she even have shame? How could she drive such a worn-out car and how did the police not even arrest her yet? That car was clearly road unworthy.

MexiTakos: I witnessed this accident today and even took some photos. She raised the middle finger at me and she looked crazy.

Mikel3423: @Twinaffair. How she escaped the authorities all these while still makes me wonder and I am just happy Mr. Wang is unharmed.
Sweet16: Mr. Wang looked so perfect in that blue suit. My god, how can there be such a perfect man on earth? I am literally drooling. He looks so handsome damn it.

HanaJimoto: Who is the crappie girl that nearly killed my senpai? I want to know the tattooed girl anyone knows her handle.

Fukai233: @Sweet16. I know right. You should join his fan club that I just opened. The gods constructed him and I bet he has six packs under that suit.

Sweet16: @Fukai223. You are such a perv! What is the name of the fan group?

Fukai223: @Sweet16. The fan group is WangTitans.

Sweet16: @Fukai233. Omg! Thank you so much. I just joined the group now. #TeamWang

Fukai223: @User667. Do you think he will marry an Asian girl from a rich family or a white girl? I cannot guess. Do you have any idea?

User6667: @Fukai223. I think he will definitely marry a rich heir like him for sure still I cannot wait to know the lucky girl.

MaryLu: I wish to be Mrs. Wang Li because am so in love with him, he is so manly.

Fukai223: How can someone be so handsome and rich? Omghad! He is Mr. Perfect an actor fan Bing Bing will fit him perfectly.

Kluay11_2: Mr. Wang please let me have your children, too bad I’m not rich but am pretty, I have the whole qualifications except that am an orphan, my ovaries.

PeteUk: How can a man be this rich and handsome? I am jealous but I’m Team Wang all the way.
Their collision was only momentary but fleeting ventures that impactful tends to leave an engraved trail in our memories like the images filtering through social media feeds.

 
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'WHO GET MONEY(OLOWO)' was produced by Sammix. The Video was Directed by WOLFGANG VISUALS Starring a very Talented Nigeria Actor and Instagram Super Star Charles OKOCHA aka Mr Accolades.

Imelda ada okwori popularly known as Imelda Jane is a Benue born Naija pop sound & Afro Folk Soul music artist / dancer / keyboardist / song writer, Video Editor, Sound Engineer, Humanitarian, entrepreneur and a performer with a great passion for the down trodden who is very easy going and flexible to work with.


At present, She is the Chairman of IMELDA JANE INITIATIVES for Women and Persons with Disability in Nigeria, the Celebrity ambassador for Living for disabilities initiatives in Nigeria, Vehicle Owners Association of Nigeria (VOAN) Ambassador and the Queen of wheels 2015/2016 till present.



Recently, She was awarded Global Goodwill Ambassador in March 2018, becoming the first ever Nigerian Celebrity to join major stakeholders and great personalities internationally for her goodwill towards women and persons with disability in Nigeria. This recognition is one of the best thing that has happened to this beautiful songbird and philanthropist. To her, it is a source of encouragement to do more. Imelda Jane has worked with so many artists like the late Ojb Jezreel, jaywon, Small Doctor aka the mosquito killer, the legendary mike okri, Obesere, etc.


She has won notable Awards such as: Hype on TV Awards, Lead Times Africa Int'l Award, Divas Award, Owambe Clothing Hall of Fame Award,City Pride Award, Idoma Voice Personality of the year 2014, CAMA Award 2015, NAIS Uni Lag Chapter Award, etc.


Imelda Jane who headlined the UNITED NATIONS DAY celebration for persons with disability in Abuja, Nigeria December 2017 and CAMA AWARD 2016 in Lagos, Nigeria is now set to release a very colorful and entertaining music video.



Below are some of her eye popping beautiful Sexy and classy Studio and Location pictures.

Benue Born songstress and Queen of Melody popularly known as IMELDA JANE aka Imelda j was recently appointed alongside other top African artist and humanitarians from various countries to be become a GlobalgoodwillAmbassador .


Imelda Jane is currently the Ambassador of people living with disabilities in Nigeria and also has an NGO called Imeldajane Initiative for people living with disabilities and women,he has been a strong advocate of the disabled.


The news was initially shared via LinkedIn wall of Richard DiPilla which Imelda Jane later shared on Instagram and Facebook wall with the following post.Click below to see post.

New Effito Management signee, Emmanuel Ugwueke aka Ebricks just dropped a hot and sparkling song featuring Nigerian Afro pop Alternative Artist Imelda Jane, who is also set for the release of her new single, Album and World Tour.The 27yrs old Emmanuel Ugwueke popularly known in the music industry as Ebricks hails from Ani-nri in Enugu State and was born and brought up in Aba in Abia State.

Ebricks studied Agricultural science and graduated from Michael Okpara University of Agriculture Umudike, Umuahia in Abia State in 2015.
In 2017 he officially began the journey of his long term passion in music and was signed unto Effito management.

This beautiful romantic song is titled ''YOU TOO SPECIAL'' produced, mixed and mastered by Sammix. It is an all seasoned song for true love birds who indeed supports and appreciates each other.