Novels by showoleadepeju

Allen’s POV It had been a week since the incident. When I’m out of the house I make sure to check up on Cheryl every few hours. Aunt Lucy stays with her on days when she is alone. Everyone’s worried one way or the other. “Thinking about your love, I see.” Vincent twirled in his chair. He kept the booklet he was going through, poured coffee from the machine and sat right back. “What are you doing here again?” I raised an eyebrow. He has been following me to work for three days straight. He would sit in the usual guest chairs and bug me all day. “I’m here to accompany you. You don’t seem to complain until now.” That would be because he was silent until few minutes ago. For someone that talks all the time, he looked like something’s bothering me. “What’s up?” I closed the MacBook and kept it aside. Vincent lowered his gaze and fondled with his fingers. I stifled a laugh. Seeing him nervous was something I never thought I would. “I’m meeting her parents this weekend.” Who would have

“Allen, wake up.” My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Vincent shaking my unconscious body. I must have fallen asleep, a blanket was draped over my form, and my head was supported by a pillow. “What’s wrong?” I asked confused. When I noticed his worried expression, I came to realize that today wasn’t an ordinary day. It was the third day of Cheryl in the hospital. I threw the blanket off me in seconds, and rushed to the door. “Wait, Cheryl has just woken up.” He said just as I was about to reach for the door-knob. I halted in my steps. I had anticipated this moment for a long time that I had completely forgotten how I was going to react. “Let’s go.” I grabbed my car keys that were abandoned on the dressing table, adjusted my collar, ruffled my hair and walked out with Vincent trailing behind me. “Where’s Aunt Lucy?” I questioned noticing the unusually eerie environment. Rosa came out of the kitchen looking distorted, “She has gone out.” She bowed and went back in. Judging from

Allen Gareth’s POVVincent’s hold on the steering wheel intensified. We were driving above the speed limit but none of us seemed to notice. Twice, he received a phone call, probably from Indiana. “She is poisoned.” He told me after awhile. That didn’t help much with the agitation. Cheryl was hurt when I took my eyes off her for a few minutes. How could I live with myself after that? My phone rang when we were at a traffic. I answered solemnly, “Hi.” Aunt Lucy answered. “Where are you? The situation is critical.” Her voice was rough and croaky which indicated that she had been crying. Aunt Lucy hardly ever showed any emotion apart from irritation and hatred. She is one to keep things to herself, that will be why she has no friends and relatives except for Dad. “We are on our way. I hope Cheryl would be okay. What are the doctors saying?” I tapped my feet trying to distract myself from thinking and imagining different scenarios. I couldn’t concentrate.We made it to the hospital at

Allen Ian’s POV I had seized my visits to the club. Being married changes a lot of things. You suddenly become mature and cautious. Of course Vincent found it amusing and wouldn’t shut up about it one bit. “Come one, one drink!” He bugged me for the umpteenth time that evening. I threw the stacks of paper across the desk, strolled towards him in anger, and grab him by the collar. “I swear to God, if you try to persuade me in going with you one more time, I will deal with you.” I pointed a middle finger at him for dramatic effect.“One drink bro. One drink!” He raised the empty abandoned glass to prove a point. We all knew we weren’t going to have only a drink. I had been in this situation before, Vincent persisting until I gave up. We always ended up drunk most times, completely spent. “I said no. I have paperwork’s to take care of.” I needed to clear up my schedule so I could spend more time with Cheryl. It’s a bad strategy considering the fact that we just got married one month ag

Cheryl Gareth His hand roamed my body as he brought me closer. The kiss intensified. My hands were everywhere, I didn’t know what to do with them. I rubbed my hands against his toned chest. We pulled away gasping for air. Allen lifted my chins with his wet hands. “I’m not going to do anything without your consent.” Allen was everything I ever wanted in a man. He is gentle, understanding and cocky. Indiana was rooting for us and I would almost imagine her overdramatic voice when I tell her. “Do you plan on hugging me all night?” way to ruin a moment. I let go of him, and rushed to the bedroom. I got under the covers in case he came back early. I hadn’t done the deed yet but I was a blushing mess. Allen came out from the closet with his hair dripping. He wore a grey shirt and a trouser. I tried hard not to stare at him too much. He was struggling with his hair. He used a towel to try and drain the water but it wasn’t working. I stifled a laugh and unconsciously went over to help

Cheryl GarethIndiana made wearing a lingerie sound so easy. She hung up on the phone, saying she would sleep. The man on her couch had probably woken up and she wanted to flee. I breathed heavenly. I held the piece of red lingerie to my boobs and like the three other times I just kept it on the counter. “You can do this.” I cheered myself on. I looked myself in the mirror and with the courage I could muster I slid my thin legs into the panties. People painted getting naked as easy and normal but it wasn’t. You go to the beach and you see almost everyone naked. I support women confidents trust me, but some people like Indiana makes it sound so simple. When I finally got the lingerie on. I draped a rope over it and left for the room. It was vacant, which meant Allen wasn’t home yet. I sat on the bed and cursed the day I met Indiana. How dare she leave me on hold while she enjoyed herself? She knew I was feeble to deal with this on myself. I had never watched porn, I don’t even kno