Love out of sympathy
by stella+1,
" Could anyone's dilemma be greater than mine?"
On a couch sat Angus walked with a lot of thinkings running through his head. A few years ago, he was happy with nothing to worry about but these days, it was as if his days had been carefully designed with worries and dilemma ' What am I going to do?' asked Angus to himself, and he had a flashback of how everything started seven years ago.
He was happily married to his wife, Anita, and two kids, Jack and Monica, and his family were so happy and peaceful and each day was filled with laughter until the sudden death of Anita.
She was on her way home from the convenience store and was in a bus that collided with another bus a few minutes after speaking with his husband, a lot of people died and many were injured.
Mr. Walker was contacted to identify the body of his wife and no one looked like Anita so they assumed she must have been part of the corpse that had been burnt without recognition and two days after, they had a mass burial for all the burnt corpses.
Mr. Angus became devastated ever since the death of his wife, he felt his world had crashed and his children had a hard time accepting that their mother was gone, especially Jack who fought with his mother before she went out and was unable to reconcile so he felt guilty and somehow responsible for her death.
After two years of persuasion from Mr walker's family to get over Anita's death by remarrying, he finally agreed and married Jane, his colleague.
A year after his remarriage, the presence of Jane as a new wife in the family was not significant and Mr. Walker was unable to get over his wife as he had shared a lot of memories with her.
Monica and Jack could not bring themselves to accept their stepmom too, they were still grieving and were not ready to get over their mom's death so Jane was not referred to a stepmom in the Walkers family no matter how hard she tried.
This continued for five years and no one knew her worth especially Monica who found her the most annoying. No one had any idea what Jane had been doing in the family until the day she became ill and it was so worst that she was hospitalized for two months.
During those months, they all began to miss and feel Jane's absence. No one to welcome Angus back from work, no one to cook midnight snacks for Jack, and no one to decorate and arrange Monica's room. They all began to feel her absence and feel bad for how they had treated her so before they knew it, they had began missing and caring about Jane and Monica began to pay Jane some surprise visits and by the time Jane came back home, they had all changed and she was shocked to see them welcoming her when she was not expecting it.
They all apologized for how they have treated her and she forgave them because of her love for Angus.
The next morning, before Jane woke up, Monica had cooked and she was surprised to see how they all got over Anita's death in just her two months and absence and she was genuinely happy. Angus had also began to behave like a husband to her and they all began to live their lives like before and everyone was happy again.
After a year of living happily and getting over Anita's death. They all received the shock of their lives when Anita who they thought had died seven years ago was actually alive and well.
They were all dining happily that morning and Jane hurried to her workplace after an urgent phone conversation and not long after Jane had left, they heard a knock on their door, Jack stood up and opened it and saw a stoutly built man first then his Mom and he was so shocked that he fell and almost hurt himself. Others became alarmed and was rushing to his aid when they saw Anita helping her son up and they were all shocked as well.
The stout man explained to them that his wife was part of the victim and he went to see the accident scenes himself, that was when he saw Anita breathing faintly and he rescued her by taking her home and taking care of her until she was okay after few years. He tried contacting her family but Anita's memory was faded and two years ago, she remembered where she used to live with her husband and kids, and when they got there, the house was empty. Angus told him they had to leave that house because Anita's memories were overwhelming and her face was everywhere and that was also why they could not get over her death easily.
They thanked the man and he left but things were still awkward. The Anita they had longed for was finally here but Jane had already replaced her. Angus told Anita about Jane and all what she had done for them all this while. Anita was speechless so she left the house that day and they were silent throughout that day especially Angus, what was he going to do?.
After two weeks, Anita came back again and Jane was not home and without hesitation, she spoke ' Since I'm alive and well, I see no reason why I should not resume my duties and take my place back, send that woman away'.
Angus, Jane, and Monica were gobsmacked and shocked at the same time, After what Jane had done for him and his family, how can he drive her away?. Jack and Monica had also grown to love to accept their new mother but their real mother is here now, what should they do?.
Anita left and promised to come back the next day with all her belongings and she also told Angus to tell Jane the truth when she comes home and have her vacate her place. The sadness and dilemma in the house was more overwhelming than when they found out that Anita was dead.
Everyone was quiet that evening until Jane rushed in feeling happy, she saw her family sitting outside and she hurriedly showed them her test result and told them that she was six weeks pregnant, Angus and his children received more shock and Monica who could not control her tears cried out and Jane quickly apologized for telling them at the crucial moment and told them her pregnancy made her feel like more part of them and more like a family. She was somehow hurt that they were not happy to hear the news so she told them and they all apologized and Jane became happy again so she went in first, took her bath and went to sleep early. Jack asked his Dad what he was going to do and when he was going to tell Jane about their Mom but the over confused Angus did not know what to do so he did not reply and he went in. Jack and Monica also went to their rooms but could not sleep, what were they going to do?.
When Angus got to the room, he saw the beautiful Jane sleeping and was scared and ashamed to sleep next to her so he came out and sat on the couch with a lot of thought going through his head, Anita was going to come back the next morning and he cannot send her away because it was once her place, he also cannot bring himself to tell Jane so that he would not cause her any panic because of her pregnancy, He loves Jane and cannot bring himself to send her away especially now that she was pregnant for him and he also cannot stop Anita from coming back, what should he do?
# Fiction by: Stella Olakristi.
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Sisters, has a man looked at you while eating you out ? Like stare the shit outa you till your juices flow unchecked ??? Well...
So here I was getting ready to get my freak on right. This brother was making his way down to my honey pot dropping tiny kisses, mumbling into my skin and on occasion getting a gasp from me from his tiny bites. As he approached, I spread just a little bit wider while I arched forward, giving him an all access pass. He froze. I froze.
He lifted his head and his face had a serious look. My heart dropped. Did he not like what he saw ? Was there stray hair I didn't get to when I shaved ? I shut my eyes trying to remember if I had missed something. In my head me 0 village people 1000. I had spent too much time getting set for this moment for it to be ruined just like that. I had shaved, plucked, primed, dusted, I even did that incense thingy that is meant to make you smell better and "feel" more. You never know the flavors these Amaricanas have had and I wasn't about to become one of "those experiences". My mind was in a thousand places yet I couldn't speak. I forced myself to open my eyes, to maybe read his expression or something. I felt more than saw him. His eyes where fixated on my core. His eyebrows were drawn together, and the undercurrent of his need clouded his eyes making them appear dark and threatening. His nostrils were flared like that of a stallion after battle. His lips were parted, those pink lips I had spent many a night drooling over was now drooling as he watched.
I began to throb. Looking at him look at me made my head faint. Even though I was on my back in a king-sized bed that felt harder than it looked, I was falling. I forced myself to look as his head went down.
Tsssshhhhhhh !!!...... Ahhh !!
What if the people downstairs heard my cries of passion when they were mourning ??? My hand flew to my mouth to stem the tide of my cries as his lips, and tongued plagued me. This man should kuku kee me lemme die. All my adult life I hated cunnilingus I don't know why. I always felt it was overrated anyways because the first and only guy to give me head was doing like he was eating shaki. Ha ! Nobody told me to take off. He froze. I froze.
C'mon I nearly blurted out in frustration. He was back to staring at me. My shameless muscles quivering in need. It was the same look in his eyes, the same intensity except his eyebrows weren't drawn together and he wasn't drooling. Instead his eyebrows arched and a he had a wiry smile. He began to ascend just as slowly as he had descended.
No !!!
No !!
Please go back, the fuck you coming back up for ? Those lips need you more than this one does. I bit my lips less my thoughts spill into words but he responded as if I had screamed them. "in good time. Do you know how beautiful you are ?" He took a deep breath and kissed me.
When we first came here, we both weren't sure what was going to happen. We had met on social media, twitter to be exact. He was one of those "savages", and I was at the receiving end of one of his comebacks. After that I discovered we followed quite a number of the same folks and before long he was in the dms. We spoke about everything, everyday. He was charming and sweet, a total opposite to his persona on his timeline and in time I started learning his savagery. Soon enough we started talking dirty. He sent nudes and I returned the favour. We would also talk on the phone for long hours about kinky stuff that was borderline insane he had done and I'll share mine too even though they were mostly cooked up. He was based in the UK with no plans of coming to Nigeria so no harm done right ?....
Ouch.... I winced as he bit my tongue. "What you do that for" I queried, checking to see if he drew blood. "you wondered from me" he replied and bit my lips while rubbing my bum. Awwwww I moaned into his mouth then proceeded to kiss him back deeply, drawing from him, tasting him, drowning in desire.
Twak !!!!.....
Twak !!!! ....
Twak !!!!
Three flat palmed smacks on my bum. Thafuck !!! I jerked and somehow he was in me. Smooth and strong like a burning knife through butter. My brain was muddled with too many sensations. Was the taste of his lips, the faint taste of lunch and brandy now tainted with my flavour be the focus, Or the sharp contrast of the pain that erupted from the spanking, or the intensity of pleasure as he filled me up completely. He froze. I froze.
I swear eh ! Some people wee not make heaven in this life. What is all this eh ?? My eyes stung from the frustration and rising anger I felt. He had pulled out just as swiftly as he - Well as I jerked and he was in me -and replaced with his tongue. This time around I didn't bother to hide my pleasure. We die here. Afterall sin na sin. If those mourning downstairs come and find us. Na fuck we dey fuck we no kill persin. I let out every moan, every scream every sharp intake of breath there was. I know I just have the shaki eating unku to compare but damn this guy was a god and before long I know I was going to erupt. That's when he decided he needed to look at me again.
Ah !! This time around I spread even wider, adjusted so that the light coming from the drapes behind him was directly on me. Somehow I felt empowered. He had never seen anything like it he told me. I had a gorgeous body he said. Not like all the others, mine was enchanting. So I let him get enchanted. I let him feast his eyes and I basked in his undiluted worship.
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Toto Series: Nobody Is Off Limits (PT 3)
by Shitoto.com, published 2 years, 7 months ago
"My rules are simple. I don't do feelings. I don't share. And Never keep me waiting."
Fuck!
What the hell have I got myself into?
I woke up to a splitting headache on the 21st in the most uncomfortable bed I have ever slept in and had no recollection of the night before. All I could recall was being bent over Tega's desk.
Before that, I was at my cubicle putting the finishing touches on FLINT - my dream elite dating site idea. Thankfully the curtains were drawn and the lights off. My eyes stung and they felt like someone poured gravel inside.
What happened last night?
Persistent knocking on the door forced me out of the covers. I was naked and sore all over.
What the fuck happened last night?
I used the covers to wrap myself and answered the door. It was room service. The lady said she brought in breakfast as instructed. It was a complete English breakfast with coffee. I was grateful for the coffee and gulped it down. The burning liquid cleared some of the gravel in my eyes but not the growing fear in my heart.
My phone was on the bedside drawer. It was 7:00 am. There was a note telling me to check the wardrobe for a change of clothes and see you at work.
FUCK!
I was lodged at Shard, which was a stone throw from the office. The place was hidden but really beautiful. If you did not know about the place, you did not know about it. I clocked in and went to Wuse 11 market to meet Hajara.
If I was going to get through tonight with Pastor Mike, I needed help. I sat in the backroom in her smoke chair and forced myself to focus on Pastor Mike. My body felt like I had been forced into a gravel mixer. Everywhere hurt. Inside and out. I drank Hajara's special Kayan Mata mixture, got some pills and headed back to the office.
Back in the office, there was a note waiting for me on my desk.
"My rules are simple. I don't do feelings. I don't share. And never keep me waiting." It was from my boss- it was the same handwriting as the one on the bedside drawer. I tried to focus on my work but I could not. Two phrases kept chasing themselves in my head.
"You belong to me." "I don't share."
What was I to do? Pastor Mike had given me 3 million naira which was going a very long way in helping my family out of its woes. Tega on the other hand had my life in his hands. This was a dream job. It provided me with the level of security I needed. Plus he was not the kind of man to mess with at all. Would Pastor Mike be able to help me if I quit my job? What if I told Tega I was not interested in being with him? Did he not give me his word that he will not fire me if I fucked him the way he wanted?
I tried to push all except pastor Mike from my mind but try as I did I kept wondering what happened last night? How did we move from his office to Shard? Where there other stops before then? Where did I get the bruising on my body? How did he get the clothes for me and in my size? A beautiful flower print top with a black pencil skirt and red bottoms.
Moreover what is with the cryptic cold handwritten messages? Did he not know we live in the 21st century? But try as I might, I kept drawing blanks.
I called Pastor Mike and he busied my call. I texted him to call me when he got a chance. After work, I went to see a few houses that my "agent" had scouted for me.
My budget was 800k. I could move to 1 million if the place was worth it. So far; none of the places I had visited met Pastor Mike's liking. It was either the location or the lack of light, security or a combination of all. These new houses were in Gudu.
The first house was a boy's quarters that looked like the former landlord was a herbalist or something. The walls all over the house were blackened with spots I hoped was not dried blood. The second house had one toilet in the master bedroom and none in the other room or for guests and the ceiling was so low. I literally had to bend to enter.
The third house located just a street before a lovely looking cafe called out to me. The street was a quiet picturesque place with trees lining up the nicely tendered lawn. The buildings here looked new and well-tended. The rooms were sizeable with three toilets. One in each room and another for visitors. It was located on the second floor and boasted a 24-hour water supply and the sitting room area had a lovely view of a lake.
The only problem was the house was going for 1,700,000.00 and if I wanted the place I had to pay two years upfront.
Sigh.
It was 6:22 pm and Pastor Mike had not replied to my message or called me. I called again and this time it rang out, no answer. Did he know about last night? Was he alright? I did not like the silence one bit.
'I will be coming by in an hour. Be ready."
FUCK!
It was a message from Tega. I was grateful the house was empty. The girls had gone to church and will not be back till around nine. Hopefully, I would have handled this particular problem of mine.
I did not bother to dress up or get ready - whatever that meant. I go run am street today. Abụ m ada nne m. Amughi m ewu.
He arrived 5 minutes to 7pm. I watched him drive up to the house. Who told this man where I live? He still had his grey suit from work. The tie was gone and the first two buttons were unbuttoned. I came out before he knocked. As soon as he saw me his countenance changed. His upper lip curled into a snarl and his eyes became hooded. In the dark, he looked like he was merging with the darkness. Growing bigger. My heart went cold. Who is this man bayi?
"I said to get ready."
He said the words slowly, biting the words making it sound like a slow hiss. There was no going back. I tried to stand straight - all six feet two inches to show I was unafraid but I knew every fibre of my being was screaming RUN!
"I did not feel the need to."
I ignored the tremor in my voice and stared into his face. He was staring back with disbelief. I guess nobody ever questioned his command before. Well... here was always me.
The snarl slowly disappeared and the darkness surrounding him receded. He gave a wryly smile and nodded his head. Without a word he turned and went back to his car. I stood and watched him drive off. I began to tremble as he turned the corner. Jesus Christ!. What was that?
I jumped at the sound of my ringtone. It was Pastor Mike. He was in church but he was not leading the service. He wanted to know how I was. I assured him I was fine but he did not believe me.
"Text me your address, after church I would come and see you."
He cut the call before I could object. What is it with this Abuja men na? I did not text him and I switched off my phone before another godforsaken message would enter my phone.
What am I to do?
By 9:30pm Jegede and Stephen busted into the apartment in excitement. I was not in the mood and stared blankly at them. I was watching Home Alone part 2. Childhood movies were my go-to source of balance. It took me back to when things were good. To when My father would take us all out whenever he got back from the sea and when we got home in the evenings, he would allow us to stay late and watch all the American films he always brought with him. I always looked forward to his coming home. Mama did not flog us and we ate ice cream and chocolates till our stomachs hurt.
"Yes?!"
They kept staring and I just wanted to get back to my happy place.
"Guess!"
Jegede enthused. I rolled my eyes and played back my movie. I was not in the mood for guessing games. If they had fainted under anointing or even spoken to Jesus personally that was their business.
"Wetin dey worry you? dem dey ask you make you guess you dey behave like wet fowl." Stephen chided.
"If una no go talk abeg go find wetin to cop leave me alone. I no get time to guess anything today."
"Mtcheeeeewwwwwwww. Biko comot go meet ‘YOUR OGA’ pastor. Him dey outside."
Stephen shot at me as she walked to her room. I did not miss the stress on “your oga pastor.” I looked at Jegede who was all smiles. Pastor Mike was here? Wetin dey work these men na? First na Tega now Mike? In one day?
I walked out to see him standing by his car. He was wearing a grey suit on a white shirt. His tie was missing and the two top bottoms were undone. Just like Tega. I forced my mind to focus on the present. His smile was small. Almost unsure and I was in his arms before my mind knew what my legs were doing.
He tactfully dodged my kiss and set me back on the ground. He held my shoulders to still me and he looked me over. "Are you doing okay?"
I melted at the concern thick in his voice. Now I was okay. I did not realize how much the past months had taken a toll on me. My eyes stung with relief. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow. Just me and this man that had come to mean so much to me in so little time.
"Your roommates are watching."
"Let them. You coming here has already nailed our coffin."
His laughter was sunshine to my very bleak day. His shoulders heaved as he laughed. I watched him and something deep in my woman uncurled. My pussy walls clenched and unclenched along.
"I am no stranger to rumours. Did you get a place?"
"I did but the rent is 1.7 million oooo. Including service charge and all, but that I have to pay for two years".
"Do you like the place?"
"Yes. And you will love it too! It is quiet and peaceful. Away from the noise and hustle of the city and It is very secure. There is private security for the estate."
I could not contain my joy. The house is beautiful. Mama would love it. And Peace can finally come and stay with me. I want here to write WAEC and if she passes she will sit for JAMB. It was exactly what I wanted. Plus it was about 30 minutes into town so I could still go to work and do all the city things I needed. He silently watched me gush about the place. That is something about him that I love, the way he listens and provides. He somehow makes me feel secure.
"Let us go there."
"What!! by 10:00pm? No now.
"Call your agent and tell her you want to see the place this night. How did you find her?"
"From Facebook ooh. She puts the houses on Facebook. That is how I met her."
"Call her."
And I did. 30 minutes later we were standing inside the apartment looking out to the lake. He looked so handsome in the faint light coming from outside casting an ethereal feel to him. I studied him as we moved from room to room. He looked preoccupied as if fighting some unknown battle and I just wanted him to take me right here in the cold empty room. To bury whatever was bothering him deep inside me and forget it.
He asked Peace- the agent to leave the keys and to expect an alert by morning. I allowed them to talk and went back to the room where the pallor would be. This would be my home. I did not know how to react. How did I get so lucky? I looked back at him and wondered how he would react if he knew that this whole thing began because I wanted to fuck him.
Maybe Jegede and Stephen were right and I am heading straight to hell complete with bodyguard and AC. I was back at the window overlooking the lake and I could not hold back the tears. I felt his hands hold me and I lost all control. I cried at my betrayal. I cried for seducing a man of God. I cried and he held me firmly.
"Do you want to tell me what is going on?"
We drove back to my place in silence. He had comforted me but did not ask any questions. When the crying stopped he took me back to the car and drove away.
"I do not know. The money, now the house. Nobody has ever done anything for me like this. It is just overwhelming." There was no need to mention Tega or the gnawing guilt I was feeling. He studied me for a minute before speaking.
"I care deeply about you Joy. There is something about you that gets me. I feel like I can be myself. Truly be me around you."
We sat in his car and spoke about random things until it was 2am. I watched him drive out and waved till he turned the corner.
"My office. Now."
I ignored the message and continued what I was doing at my cubicle. If he wanted to talk to me he would have to come down from his high horse and speak like a normal human being. I no dey do.
I half expected to be turned back from the gate. I got Janet the office gossip a box of assorted cookies and milked her of all the information I could get. So far there was nothing about anybody getting fired and nothing about the tryst in his office either. He was going on a trip she said with his long time on-again-off-again girlfriend to the UK. I prayed he would get stuck in some sinkhole and leave me be.
Joan; his lanky assistant came to summon me. I told her I would be right behind her but she said I was to follow her immediately.
The inside of the office was empty and cold just like the owner. There was no carpet, just cold black tiles sprinkled with white tiny stars. The AC was on full blast. I shivered. Apart from the large imposing desk, there was a settee, a side drawer with a lamp and some documents on it then a fridge.
He was standing by the open fridge when he commanded us in. He dismissed Joan and told her to hold his calls.
"Miss Macauley" He began without looking at me. His voice very cold and professional. That put me off guard. I was expecting a showdown and I had come prepared. "Following our earlier agreement, you would be placed on a 20% salary increase which would move you up to the position of junior creative director. This does not usually come with any other incentives but having gone through your file I have decided to give you an official car.”
"Thank you, sir. But I respectfully decline the offer as I have no recollection of said agreement."
He was back behind his desk and he studied me closely trying to gauge if I was lying. Then he whistled and came to stand in front of me.
"How much of that night can you remember?"
"Not so much sir. And I would rather never to remember."
"Now I feel like an arse, Miss Macaulay. And that rarely happens." He looked so young up close.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"I shook my head but did not speak. I could feel the build-up of tears and I did not want to turn into a hot mess in front of this man. How did he go from threatening me last night to offering me a 20% salary increase including an official car? What exactly was his game?
Well, whatever it was, I do not want a part of it.
"Listen, I am very good at reading people and giving them what they want. All this time, I felt we were on the same page now I know better. The salary and official car have nothing to do with what happened the other night even though you did drive a pretty hard bargain. So, if you would not see it as some insult as with everything else that I have done, it is yours."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then you refuse." He shrugged and turned to his computer screen. After a moment he turned back to me. "Miss Macaulay, I do not know what you know about me but I assure you that I am not a vindictive person. I very well know how to draw the line between business and everything else".
Now, I felt like the arse. Of course, I want the pay rise, and the new position means I can put some of my creative ideas on actual display. I have worked hard. Never taken sick days or come late or not given my hundred per cent.
"I do not remember the events of the other night yet I feel it hanging over my head. I am not this girl. I was high and drunk and I don't know what happened, But I promise you that is not normal behaviour for me." I took a deep breath to steady myself. I was not going to cry or grovel or beg. "I deserve this promotion and I want to get it the right way."
"Okay, and how would be the right way?"
"definitely not because I fucked you right."
I struck a nerve. The snarl was back. I saw a flash of that look close to my face. I felt the hot breath of whiskey on my face and I felt him deep between my spread legs. The images hit me and I stumbled backwards.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes sir."
"How about this. There is a review coming up in the next three months. External reviewers would be in charge so you don't have to worry if fucking me right would affect the review one way or the other. Would that make you feel better?"
"Yes sir."
"Then it is settled."
"Thank you, sir."
Nothing felt settled as I went back to my cubicle. We fucked alright but that was not the problem. It was how the images made me feel. Why was my body covered in goosebumps? Why was my pussy wall clenching from the memory flash? Plus after the conversation in his office, I was not so sure what I felt about his guts.
Janet was at my desk when I returned.
"What is going on? This is the third time you have been up there to see Oga."
"My dear e taya me oooo." She had given me gist and was here to collect. Whatever I said or did not say would circulate in a matter of minutes.
"You know that is how Sade got fired. She started going into his office frequently and before you know it, she was fired. Some people said he got tired of her if you know what I mean."
Everybody knew about Sade. She had tried to seduce him and got fired for it. Her father was rich and well connected and she thought that would work in her favour. She thought wrong. He had called an emergency meeting and dragged her by her pubic hairs.
He had used her as an example to all those who may want to seduce him to gain any advantage. The next week, she was gone. Did Janet know more than she was telling or was she trying to get me to say something?
"Ehen? I thought she left because she got admission in the UK na."
"Lai lai. Na Oga finish am throw for side like old rag. She just lucky say her papa get money ni."
"E good to get money for this life ooo!"
I punched my keyboard and prayed she would take a cue and leave my cubicle. If she got the hint, she did not act on it.
"You know say review dey come up soon ba. Make you sha play your cards well my dear."
"Mama, which cards I get to play? Oga was only following up on the campaign rollout we worked on. Nothing else."
"I hear you."
Of course, she knows about the review and the way she brought Sade's gist? I might as well go up and fuck him to my heart's content. Because whether I get the promotion or not, it will be because I did or did not play my cards right.
Fuck me!!!
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