On exhibition day, Tehilah dressed up in a pair of ripped jeans, matched with a red leather blazer, and finished the look with a pair of espadrilles. The exhibition Centre was crowded by the time Tehilah got there. She slipped on her identification card to avoid embarrassment from the security agents, and took her seat beside a dark skinned man, who seemed too engrossed in the program. He didnβt even acknowledge her when she sat down, but she didnβt mind. While people were called out to read from their books, Tehilah looked around the auditorium, counting the number of book agents that were present at the event. Her eyes bulged when she looked two rows down, and saw Koksy, a representative from a renowned publishing house that had birthed most of the A-list writers in the country.
Koksy was a successful book agent, with a lot of successful writers under her belt, and if Tehilah wanted to get her feet in the door of any notable publishing house, she needed koksy. However, Koksy was snobbish and only worked with already established writers. It would be a miracle if she looked her way. In checking out the book agents, she did not notice that the man sitting by her was watching her intently.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βYour eyes are like windows, and I can see you checking out the book agents. Are you a writer?β he asked.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βYes I amβ she replied with a shy smile.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βWhere are from, do you reside in Lagos?β he asked
Β Β Β Β Β Β βNo, I am from Port-Harcourtβ Tehilah became impatient with the multiple questions, but she remained polite.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βAnyways, if you are going to be in Lagos for a while, please call meβ the man thrust a card into her hand.
Tehilah wondered if this was the manβs way of asking her out. She also wondered why she was getting a lot of guys asking her out since she came to Lagos. Her introverted lifestyle hardly brought her in contact with good guys. Β After the breakup with her fiancΓ©e almost destroyed her, she had stayed off men. She was always locked up in her apartment, hammering at the keyboard of her laptop.
Her name blared out of the P.A system, shaking her out of her inner musings. She walked up to the podium on unsteady legs, smiling nervously. When she looked up at the sea of heads and faces peering at her, her palms became sweaty. Her thoughts became distorted and when she opened her mouth to speak, her voice faltered. Tehilah stopped and took a deep breath, and then started to speak, this time with more confidence.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βHello everyone, I am Tehiilah Martins, I wrote this book titled βFallen Angelβ. It is the tale of a girl who faced sexual and physical abuse in the hands of a man she was forced to marry, and her journey into the life of a mistress. I am going to read the first three chaptersβ¦β
Tehilah went ahead and read the chapters from her first and only book. She held the audience in awe of what she was reading. When she was done, the crowd erupted into applause. It was better than any, anybody had read. She seized the opportunity to advertise herself.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βThank you for listening. I have about twenty copies of the book for those interested in buyingβ she concluded her reading, and bowed before leaving the podium.
When she got to her seat, the man who gave her a card was gone, in his seat was Koksy. She looked intimidating up close, with eyes that bored into one, intensely, and the way her lips were held in a thin line. She exuded power and affluence from her clothes to the way she carried herself, even her natural kinky hair, spoke volumes of her personality.
Β Β Β Β Β βHelloβ she said, without really opening her mouth.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βMs. Koksyβ Tehilah said passively, trying not to show her excitement at Koksy being interested in her.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βThat was quite a reading. Which publishing house published this book?β she asked, gesticulating with her long, bony fingers.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βIt was self-publishedβ Tehilah pushed her hair behind her ear.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βI am interested in your book, and your work. I will like us to get together soon. I want us both to make money out of your writingβ she said and pressed her card into Tehilahβs palm. βCall me, donβt keep me waitingβ
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fter leaving the national theatre, she took up a stand which she had paid for, to display the twenty copies of her book, which she had come with. Within a few minutes, the copies were exhausted, and she had made about forty thousand naira. That evening, she decided to celebrate her good fortune, so she went to a Karaoke bar on the Island, and took her place by the counter.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βHello beautifulβ the bar man said.
Β Β Β Β Β βGive me Heinekenβ she quipped.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βWow, I like you all readyβ the muscular bar man winked as he got her drink.
While she drank, she thought about the events of the day. Having Koksy interested in her was indeed a miracle, as it had not happened before. Koksy did not care for rookies.
Β Β Β Β βChance meeting you hereβ a voice said behind her. Tehilah already knew who it was, that had spoken. She turned and smiled up into Waleβs face.
Β Β Β Β βYour drinks are on meβ she signaled for the bar man, who sized Wale up, as he approached them.
Β Β Β βOh, somebody got rich. I see the exhibition went well, can tell from the width of your smileβ
Β Β Β βSold all the books I came with, and also got an offer from Koksy, the book agent every writer wantsβ
Β Β Β βThat is great. Bar man, service my guys with the usual. Tehilah, come join our table, will you? He took her hand and led her to a table where his buddies were seated.
Β Β Β Β βEveryone meet Tehilah, the woman that keeps me awake at nightβ Wale said, and his buddies high-fived him, one after the other.
Β Β Β Β βShe is a 10β Osas said, while the others whistled.
Β Β Β Β βHello guysβ Tehilah smiled shyly.
Waleβs friends took to her immediately; they talked, laughed and even serenaded her with a song. They stayed drinking late into the night, and when everyone dispersed to their homes, Wale was not ready to let Tehilah go. So he drove her to the beach side, and bought barbecued fish and more drinks. Tehilah found out that, they vibed on so many levels and they also had almost the same value system.
Could it be that the man for her, had been hiding in Lagos?
It was already morning when Wale drove her back to her hotel. He took the elevator up to her room because he wanted to make sure she was safely tucked in her room, but Tehilah invited him in.
Β Β Β Β βStay with meβ she said, holding his hand as he turned to go.
Β Β Β Β Β βAre you sure?β he asked
Β Β Β Β Β βYes, I am sureβ Tehilah pulled him inside.
Wale was surprised when she undressed in front of him, and walked bare butt, to the bathroom. For someone who was used to her own company, and mostly introverted, Tehilah surprised herself. Wale took the initiative and joined her.
Β Β Β Β Β βYou are just perfectβ he said and kissed her neck, while his fingers kneaded her body.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βI have not had this in a long whileβ she whispered in between moans. He carried her from the shower to the bathroom, and laid her on the bed.
Β Β Β Β Β Β βI like you a lot, and I want us to date. I know we are cities apart, but we can work things out, if we are willingβ Wale kissed the water beads on her body, trailing his path down her navel, to the V-shaped honey pot.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βWe can talk about that later, for now, all I want is some release, which you can provideβ Tehilah gasped when his mouth found her spot.
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ehilah was awakened by the sound of her phone. She tried to get up and realized her body was entwined with Waleβs. She smiled when she remembered all that had gone down last night, and then nudged Wale aside, so she could extricate her body. But Wale opened his eyes and pushed her back down.
Β Β Β Β Β βI am not done with you, mamiβ he began to tease her lips with wet kisses.
Β Β Β Β βOh Wale, as much as I enjoyed every bit of our lovemaking, my body aches, and I cannot afford another bout of sexβ she said and Wale burst into a fit of laughter.
Β Β Β Β βRelax bae, I am not talking about sex. I meant the conversation we were meant to have. I am officially asking you to be my girlfriend, I want you, Tehilahβ he said, stroking her hair. Tehilah peered into his eyes, looking for the truth, because she believed the eyes were the windows to a personβs soul. All she found in his eyes was adoration.
Tehilah accepted to date him, and they had another round of lovemaking. When Wale went to the bathroom to freshen up, his phone rang, drawing Tehilahβs attention to it. The caller ID read βMy SKBβ, and it got Tehilah started.
Ghen! Ghen!! Trouble in form 6.
Lol. Thank you for reading, glad you enjoyed it.
Kudos QueenBee. It was very entertaining. Like Oliver twist, I want some more.
Oh I am glad you found it entertaining. Thanks for reading.
Well done Queen Bee, nice read.
@Sally, can’t seem to comment on your post, please look into it. Thank you.
Thanks for reading, I am glad you enjoyed it
Very very interesting read. Eeerm please what is the meaning of SKB?
Thanks for reading. It is a term for endearment, it means Sugar Kane Baby, lol.
Interesting
C gobe ………My SKB
Thanks Queenbee
You welcome, and thanks for reading.
Interesting read….. Pls what’s d meaning of SKB
Thank you for reading. SKB means sugar kane baby. But Tehilah didn’t know the meaning, even though she knew it was endearing.
Awesome Story!!!!!
please More
great…………… something to look up to every week. keep it coming
Tee baby la hot β€β€β€
Yea she is. Thanks for reading
Wow! Good one. Bring it on please… This is gonna be awesome. I dare you.?
Before you there was someone…..you have entered One Chance. Well done dear, good job.