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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Gloria’s POV:

Adeola was waiting for me, leaning on his car. I was stepping out of the lecture hall when I saw him.

With a big not-soo-surprised look on my face, I walked up to him. He had once yarned over our WhatsApp chat that he’d be picking me up from school today. I thought he was joking. Turns out he wasn’t.

” Hello, beautiful,” he smiled at me the moment I approached him.

” Why, Adeola,” I gave him a warm hug. ” I never expected you to turn up today after all.”

He wasn’t that much of a talker. Instead he smiled and waved me to the car. ” Where do you want to eat today. I’m taking you shopping also so today’s gonna be a big day for both of us.”

I liked him for this. He was always brief, always straight to the point, always ready to spend and lavish.

” Well, there’s this mall I’ve always wanted to see and I heard they offer incredible dishes there too. You might’ve heard it, Greece Mall. I heard you can buy nearly anything there,” I said.

He shrugged. ” Let’s head there, then.”

He walked me over to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. Something no older rich man I’ve ever dated before had done. I was bewildere

I noticed some of my course mates were staring at the both of us. Soon we were firing out of the school premises into the highway.

” I would like to stop by at my place to change into something more reasonable,” I said, enjoying the cool air-conditioning system in the car.

He shooked his head. ” Don’t bother. I like you like this. Let’s just go.”

Hmm…this man is something. I kept wondering about him.

” You look like you didn’t get much sleep last night. Stayed awake all night reading?”

I shooked my head. ” Nope. I had some issues with my roommates. It’s something we’re still settling. Nothing we can’t handle.”

Adeola laughed. ” Women. You guys can never live in peace with each other. Something always rises. It’s you guys nature.”

I turned sharply to him. ” Oh yeah, what about you men? As if you men don’t get in beefs as well.”

He smirked, overtaking a car. ” Men are more matured when it comes to arguments and disagreements. Men forgive and forget easily, women don’t. The comparison is clear enough.”

He was right but my debating spirit won’t let me allow him win that easily. ” That’s not true. Women are sweet and good natured. We are matured enough when it comes to conflicts. When we’re together we can stand against anything.”

He drove straight passed a police check point after tipping a police officer a note of #1000. ” More like fall apart. It’s far worse when a group of women are together. Women are never matured in times of conflicts. Matters are more escalated when placed in the hands of women. That’s why men are given head of leadership in meetings and unions Because men understands the need for peace and quiet. Trust me, I should know.”

” So you mean, I’m not matured is that what you’re trying to say?”

He turned to me and grinned. ” You’re matured enough for me.”

And that was that. At the back of my mind, I was sensing a strange sensation disturbing my heart.

Finally we arrived at Greece Mall.

It was just as I told him. You can buy nearly anything there. We went shopping first. He got me some expensive dresses, nice pretty shoes, a diamond necklace and earrings and a Dolce bag.

I haven’t shopped this good in a long time. Anything I wanted, I got it. Thereafter, we had lunch on a balcony facing the ocean.

I was having some really delicious Italian pasta covered with sauce and meatballs, grilled with minced chicken and rice. He was having a simple white rice and chicken sauce.

This wasn’t our first date but I was still curious about him. On our first outing, he’d made me talk endlessly about myself without revealing nothing about himself. Today Its gonna be my turn.

” I was wondering, Adeola,” I began. ” Do you have a wife?”

He was cutting a chicken with his cutlery. ” Yes I do.”

I wasn’t surprised but I wasn’t expecting the brief answer either.

” What about kids?”

He placed the chicken in his mouth and chewed without glancing up at me. ” Deceased. I only have one left.”

That took my heart turning over. I nearly shed a tear. ” I don’t understand. Your kids—”

” All died with diagnosed anemia. I had three beautiful daughters and one son. I lost them all. The only one able to survive was my son. He’s a little one though, not above ten. He’s got the same ailments as his late sister’s but he’s holding strong,” he said, wiping a napkin on his lips.

I felt heartbroken. What a world. Losing three beautiful daughters to be left with only a ten year old son suffering the same fate from anemia kept me in the dark. It spoilt my lunch for me.

Adeola noticed I wasn’t touching my food again. Then he asked. ” Why aren’t you eating?”

I was staring at him. ” Why are you hanging out with me? No offense please but don’t you feel bad over cheating on your wife and your sick little son?”

He passed his tongue across his lips as he regarded me. ” Whoever said I was cheating on my wife? I’ve I ever slept with you?”

I pulled a face. ” No?”

” Have I ever taken you to a hotel after an expensive dinner?”

” Well, you haven’t but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t one day. I’m sure one day you might. Men do that all the Time.”

” You’re right,” he drank from his glass. ” Men do that all the time after taking a pretty girl out. That’s men for you but there are also men who just wants company and peace and quiet and fun without involving the hotel room. I’m such men.”

I raised an eyebrow.

He saw my confusion, then smiled as he began to explain. ” Look, Gloria I’ll be honest with you, I like you. You’re one pretty girl and you got a hot figure but I’m not taken by all of that. You’re fun to be with. You remind me of a lot of things. Things that makes me smile when the memory of my youth hits me. You see, my wife isn’t as loving as she used to be. She hates me for no good reason. She believes I used our three daughters for money rituals. Can you imagine that? Me, Adeola, a successful business mongul who’s been trading since my early youths, use my three prescious daughters for money rituals. I wouldn’t blame her. I blame her pastors. I’m a man but I hate when other men like me disrupt the peace in my home because of lies in the name of prophecy. Do you know what those devils called men of God told my wife? That I’m into blood money and all my children were being used for sacrifices to boost my business. Can you imagine that? What father on earth would do that to his children? To make matters worse, my wife believed them and she hated me because of that. Instead of sitting down and talking things over with me as a normal human being would, she’d rant and curse me in her prayers. Midnight prayers were her favorite. Ever since our daughters death, our bedroom had been turned into a prayer warfare zone. I had to sleep in the sitting room and the noise I’d be hearing upstairs are ” Adeola, you must die, Adeola you must die. You shall not see my son’s life,” and thereafter, it’d be followed with a lot of speaking in tongues.”

I nearly laughed. It was Soo funny but to be honest, this wasn’t a funny matter. He seemed bittered about it.

” My wife allowed men of God to destroy our marriage. Sometimes I wonder why she still haven’t left my house. She claims she’s fighting a spiritual warfare. It was Soo bad I couldn’t even touch my son. She spills lies to his ears, telling him I was a bad father and I was responsible for the deaths of his beloved sisters. We all knew what the doctor said about the anaemia disease but those pastors believe it was something spiritual. I love my son and it breaks my heart to see him suffering from this ailments that took his sister’s life but he is scared of me. Scared of his own father. I could barely stare at him. Sometimes I wondered what he thought of me. As a father, I was afraid of my son, afraid that he’d grow to hate me Soo much than his mom ever did. I felt Soo depressed that suicide became an option. That’s when a friend of mine advised I get a young girl to keep me company to ease down the tension. A girl that truly understands me. A girl that can make me smile and laugh away my worries and sorrows. That’s when I found you.”

My heart fluttered and I couldn’t tell why.

He looked away. ” I have no intentions of sleeping with you, Gloria. I’ve been a faithful husband to my wife over the years but she’s Soo obsessed with young prophets. I can’t tell you how worried I get whenever she goes for night vigils with my son. Sometimes she brings in men of God to sleep in the house when I’m not around or away on a business trip. They may be s——g her behind my back. My wife soo loved prophets she’d do anything they ask. Even if they told her to dance naked, she’d do it. She’s crazy like that. When was the last time we had sex? That was four years ago. Four years and I’ve been holding myself because I don’t want to be painted as a bad father for sleeping with another women just because my wife denied me sex over some sort of stupid prophecy. But then again, I wondered how she’s coped these four years and no one loves sex more than my wife does. Still, for the sake of Junior, my son, I’ve decided to remain faithful. So don’t think after all the clothes, the shoes, the expensive meals that I’ll be taking you to a hotel room. I’m not like that. I may be fat and bald and a bit old but I’m a responsible father and I still love my son. I just need your company and time.”

Put in that way, it all made Total Sense to me but I felt sympathy for this man. To my surprise, he was the first man that got all my interest hyped up without the thought of money involved. Somehow at the back of my mind, I wanted to stay and be with him.

Cynthia’s POV:

Paul’s apartment was on the second floor of one of the big buildings of the estate in town.

By my star, he must be rolling in money. For someone who can afford to stay in an estate, he must be a man of substance.

I wasn’t crazy about money but the fact that Paul was well to do made me happy and glad because that would mean I wouldn’t have to suffer from hardship. My future husband seemed good to be ready for anything.

I found his door, room 19. Pastor Sam had given me his address and room door. He wants me to meet with Paul. I didn’t see any need for meeting Paul in his house but pastor Sam insisted. Or would I rather meet him in a bar?

Well, I’m here now. Pushing the door bell, I waited patiently for the door to open.

Nothing.

I pressed the doorbell again and waited.

Still nothing.

Strange. It was just 9:45.am and his shoes were still outside. Was he still asleep?

Just then the door opened halfway to reveal my future husband, Paul in his sexy banana boxers shorts. His face was hard and remote and there were heavy bags on his eyes. He looked exhausted and wasted as if he was doing some serious work last night.

” What are you doing here?” He asked roughly, squinting at me.

I gazed at his well built body. He had six abs and a big p*nis bulging from inside his boxers. He was perfect. I felt my heart hammering against my side.

I had to look away sharply.

” I…. I umm… Pasto Sam told me to pay you a visit.”

” A visit?” He growled.

” Yes,” I said, scared of his rough voice. ” I’m sorry did I wake you?”

He gazed at me for a while, then passed his hands over his face. ” I’m busy.”

” Busy,” I licked my lips. ” Oh you’re working on something inside?”

” I’m busy,” he repeated, an edge to his voice.

” Oh dear,” I nodded, seeing he was glaring at the long gown I was wearing. I was even ashamed of the Bible I held in my hand. ” Then maybe next time.”

” Next time,” he said impatiently and closed the door in my face.

That didn’t went well. How mean of him and on our first meeting too. I turned around and began inspecting myself.

Maybe it’s my fault. I look like I was wearing an old woman cloth. I have no sense of fashion and this was something Gloria hated about me. I remembered the looks in his eyes when he stared at my clothes a moment ago. Was I really that ugly?

Worse part was that I brought a Bible along with me.

With dejection written on my face, I turned away and headed home and for the first time in all my years, I regretted wearing what I wore.

Bella’s POV:

” Who’s that?” I asked as he returned back to the bedroom.

” Some tramp girl,” Paul said falling on the bed beside me. ” Let’s forget about her. She’s not important.”

I stroked his hair. He was not only good- looking but also good in bed. His dck was huge and long too and very satisfying. I’ve never had such an amazing sex in quite a long time. Plus he’s got money* too. Not long ago,he just credited my account with #100,000.

” So how was it, baby?” I smiled at him.

He smiled back at me, his hands went over the flesh between my legs and stayed there. ” The best ever. You’re a wonder.”

” You’re not Soo bad either,” I said feeling one of his finger slip inside my hole. ” I have a feeling this isn’t your first time with a woman.”

” You’re my eighth,” he drew nearer to me, one hand caressing my butt. ” Still, you’re more satisfying than the rest.”

” You know, you have this innocent face of a little boy. Initially I thought I was going to have to do all the hard work with you.”

” You don’t know how man enough I am then.”

Two fingers were now inside me. I opened my mouth as a stab of pleasure hit me.

” I’m I seeing you again tonight?” He asked and I felt his mouth closing around mine.

” It all goes down to how much you’re willing to pay me,” I answered, Making a face as his third finger joined forces into my v*gina.

I rolled my eyes in escasity. He was Soo good with his fingers.

” I’ll pay anything, Bella,” Paul rolled me over and climbed me. ” I want to feel you all over and over again.”

I laughed instead and pushed him away.

Straddling him, I leaned down to his face and grinned at him. ” That’s not going to happen. You were in charge last night. This morning it’s my turn.”

Paul smiled while his free hands gripped my buttocks. ” Then kill me with your body, Bella. Let’s see if you’re woman enough”


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