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Dear High Mistress #9

And the drama continues… But before then, I want to give a special thank you to a special someone who sent me a special something to help fix my laptop. Thank you, E. You’re far too kind. And to everyone who checked in on me and sent kind words, God bless you. This episode is dedicated to Rikitava Bimbo. May your star keep shining brightly, sweetheart. Fam, enjoy this really long, two-in-one episode. . . . . “Christie, you can’t leave na. You came to spend Easter with me. Not with them. With me, Mosun. You can’t be packing your things and leaving because of what happened na. Please, stay.” Christie’s ears were blocked to Mosun’s pleas. Both women were in Mosun’s bedroom where Christie had been accommodated for the Easter weekend. Christie had already put together the few items she had come with. She was presently searching for a…

Dear High Mistress #7

Episodes 1 – 6 of Dear High Mistress It felt weird when he woke to find a beautiful face that was not Christie’s. For a second he forgot where he was, but when soft, wet lips touched his cheek, he was reminded of everything. The consumed bottles of champagne, blithe banter, intemperate laughter, brazen covetousness, hungry kisses, fiery touches, loud moans, primal movements on soft, cottony sheets in a room glowing dimly with scented candles…it all came to him in a rush. The guilt was there too, hanging over him like a heavy cloud. But that seemed like it was all it could do. It had been there from the moment Comfort left her position and took his lips and he did nothing to stop her. “You can stay in all day.” The wet lips left his cheek and caressed his ear as warm fingers traveled down his tummy. “I…

Dear High Mistress #5

And because I still owe you one more episode… Catch up on Dear High Mistress He loved to stay in hotels. He owned exquisite homes scattered around Lagos, all good enough for his taste, but he preferred the luxury of hotel suites for some unknown reason. This strange behavior birthed one of the popular rumors about him, as it was whispered that he belonged to a secret cult and had been warned not to live in any of his houses or he would die. But none of that was true. Imade Harrison sometimes spent nights at home with his wife. They had a cold marriage but were both reasonable enough to engage in the infrequent marital intercourse, usually initiated by Imade himself, who sometimes got aroused while watching his wife’s TV show. He didn’t consider himself a sexual being. His pursuit of wealth gave him more orgasms than any vagina…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #17

Good evening, everyone… Enjoy… I’ve totally lost my mind. I don’t think I can heal from this pain. I can’t comprehend why I should be feeling it in the first place. I feel betrayed, broken and lost. I don’t know who I am or where to begin my life from. The question that keeps hounding me is who is Nididiamaka Onuora? Who am I? I haven’t eaten since that dumb Oba broke the news to me yesterday. I haven’t come out of my room either. He left the house after I kicked him out of the room the moment he told me he was crazy about me. I was hoping he wouldn’t return but the stupid boy came back and has been bugging me ever since. He thinks he can switch from being my younger brother to my boyfriend. Such an idiot. No wonder his friends call him Nasty. His…

Boys With Toys #10

Previous Episodes So many things were happening to Bankole all at once that he hardly had time to catch his breath. In a short amount of time, he had accomplished a lot and had also drifted away from Beatrice. He was scarcely home or even in the country. First, he had traveled for the Mercedes Benz Fashion Week in New York with Guru and Mr. Duro. Then they moved to the UK for the Vodafone London Fashion Weekend where Guru made his first appearance on the runway as G&M’s new head designer. Upon their return, Bankole stayed long hours working in his studio at the office, preparing for the line’s first fashion show in Nigeria. He would return home only to shower, have breakfast and change, and then head back to unending hours of work. He made promises to Beatrice he couldn’t keep, cancelled dates she planned for them and…

The Chronicles of An Adopted Child #2 – Semione Abi

Previous Episode ***** Celina was trying to imagine the words of her mother in law and she kept wondering if her husband’s parents gave up hope on their son and herself. And if they did, what would have been their next step in the next one year if she hadn’t gotten pregnant for him. Her words “Honey your mum just told me an unbelievable story I hope it is true?” are probably the worst thing she had said to her in a long time and she kept on wondering why it had to be her mother who told Tom’s mum about her pregnancy. What happened to Tom? I know we’ve been through this already but I still don’t believe the fact that he did not doubt me at first. Karen burst in with a cocktail and two glasses and disrupted her thoughts with her loud and obnoxious attitude “So girl,…

Boys With Toys #5

Previous Episodes They were kept waiting for three hours. Madu, in his annoying nature, complained the entire time and threatened to leave, every now and then. “Maybe there’s no child sef,” he kicked off a fresh whine as the clock struck half past three. “I mean, I knew Monet. We were very close and she never mentioned a child. Not once.” “So you’re saying Mrs. Tunji is lying?” Bankole asked him. “What else? I see no other explanation. She said come for lunch and see Monet’s daughter. We came and she’s kept us here since 1pm. Something smells fishy abeg.” “I don’t think she’s lying to us,” Khalid stated. “There must be some reason for the delay. With the little I know about Mrs. Tunji, she’s not tardy.” Madu didn’t take Khalid’s explanation. He walked off to the minibar in the corner of the living room where they were seated…

Only A Flame #ChildNotBride

I sat crouched at a corner of the room… With my arms circled around my folded knees. Another stream of tears rolled effortlessly down my cheeks as I relived the experience. I could still feel his fingers like the gentle slithery movements of a snake as he caressed my body. I closed my eyes….If only I could shut out the images… But No…. They were there… Refusing to leave…They came with such vivid clarity! Images of flailing arms … Fighting to keep away the evil that loomed above me. I remembered trying to scream… But I couldn’t hear the sound of my own voice. Randomly the images came, in no defined order. I recalled a struggle to retain my underwear as groping hands determined to take them off… The sound of a dress being torn… Then I remembered the slap! Like a thunderbolt, the impact had gone through my whole…

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