Novels by Theee ghurrrll🖤

As days went by, l began to feel more liberated, my nights were longer now, and I was generally at peace. That week I managed to call my mother just to check on her, and to my surprise, it felt quite soothing hearing from her. I knew that my journey to healing had begun, from here we would only make progress. Mike and I kept on meeting, and we were due for a date on Friday evening. That whole week l couldn't help but try to imagine how the date would pan out, how l would handle the whole situation. I was thinking so much about it to an extent that I visited Jo-Anne just to ask for her usually biased advice so that l would at least feel less tense and concerned. I must admit, my friend seemed more excited by the whole pending date situation more than l was, she started giving me ideas on how to style my hair, and also which dress to wear. Being the fashionista that she was, she explained the importance of matching hair length and the design of the dress. I was feeling quite nervous abo

When I arrived outside of the premises, Mike was already there waiting patiently for me. As l approached him, l got a full detailed appreciation of just how fine this gent was. His features looked like the most perfect combination, he was the kind of guy most people only knew from Mills and Boon novels. I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice to us, what his aim was. Because l was quite certain he wasn't after a romantic relationship with me (even though the idea lowkey excited me and made my pussy feel some kind of way). As l made my way to him l could feel his eyes on me, l even began blushing. When I got to him he hugged me, l got lost in the masculine scent that he had, his body felt very warm and soft, l wanted this moment to last forever. When we finally let go he opened his car and l hopped in. As he was moving around the car to his side, l sighed- the session had taken its toll on me. I felt partly relieved but also concerned because of the task ahead. Would l able

I looked at the woman seated diagonally across me, she looked calm and collected. Professionalism was written all over her face, posture and everything else. She didn't make me feel uncomfortable, if anything, she had given me time to make myself at home. She was wearing a cream blouse, with some golden buttons that went up to her collarbone, black pencil skirt just under her knees, and nude heels which from the looks of it, probably had red soles. I wasn't exactly fashion-blind, she looked good, her blouse had long puffed sleeves and l could already tell she was into fashion. She had a notebook and a pen in her hands, her golden earrings dangling down her cheekbones and almost kissing the matching buttons on her blouse."Hello and welcome to Goodwill Enterprises, l'm Mrs Jones and my job is to listen to you as you open up to me about whatever has brought you hear. My goal is to empower you and make sure you leave this place feeling better than you were..please introduce yourself to m

On the drive home,like I mentioned we spoke about nothing serious but only dwelled on the light things. I think Mike understood how emotionally draining to tackle one emotional topic after the other. I was really glad that l had made a new friend and he looked like he was an angel in the making. I mean, the world could use a billion more people like him. As we rounded the roundabout, he asked if l was alright and if l would be alright after he left,and I just said l'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I have to give it to him, Mike is kind, compassionate, selfless and all, if he was this good as a friend, how good a romantic partner would he make? I hesitated at the thought because something told me he was already in a relationship. Anyway, I was sure that as always, karma would take its place and things would work out as they were supposed to. After warming up the food l had brought, we had dinner and kept on chatting. When Justin asked me where I got the money to afford such

This guy did not only look like a gentleman, but he also straight up acted like one. When he got to his side, he made sure that my seat belt was fastened well, and that l was comfortable. He also fastened his, at a smooth pace."You intend to overspeed?, l asked jokingly." Nah, just making sure we both stay alive and Jo-Anne doesn't kill me", he responded sarcastically.Now, I already knew we would get along well because his sense of humor was so far, not bad at all. We both laughed as he drove off. I have to admit, his car wasn't just a beautiful beast, it was beyond that. The interior was super cool, smooth, no noise, unlike Mr Goodwill's which l would hear way before he even rounded the corner. With this one, you wouldn't even tell it was moving, it was just too perfect. The atmosphere was filled with the same scent that Mike carried with him, l assumed that was his "signature" and l totally liked it. It was strong, but not nauseating strong. It was just strong enough f

As soon as we were left alone in the dining to clear the table and do dishes, l seized the opportunity and wanted to get it all out. Jo-Anne, being the queen of gossip that she was, would have normally jumped at the opportunity to hear the story. To my surprise, she stopped me and told me to hold my horses a little while, until we got to the sacred room, specifically designed for surch conversations-her bedroom. Wow! Talk about being childish. I understood though, we had always made it a point not to talk about everything, anywhere. Whenever we had some hot gossip that we wanted to ponder on, we would always find a quiet secluded place, sit down, sip on our drinks and imitate Devious Maids and talk about whatever or whoever was the theme of the day. As such, we continued making small talk and doing the dishes. I must say, it was a shitload of them, considering the meals we had just had. Also, in all the times I had known Jo-Anne's younger brother, I knew he could never bring himself