Janelle scolded herself as she drove home that night. She couldn't believe she was angry. At what exactly? She had never been jealous of Denzel's numerous girlfriends before and Denzel has many.
Tara's presence came as a shock to her, she told herself. Tara don't even tell her she was back from Benin. And Denzel was dating her? She felt hurt but couldn't understand why.
"Ugh! He's your fiancée's cousin, not your boyfriend, Silly."
She told herself. And she acted like a love sick bitch. HerHer cellphone rang and she rolled her eyes at the caller ID, then picked up.
"Hey, Tara. Done cooking?"
"Hey, Babe. You just left like the speed of light. Where are you?" She asked.
"On my way home. What's up?"
"Come over to out usual spot."
She sighed. "Okay. On my way." She made a turn after hanging up.
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"What?!" Candace exclaimed and turned to Tara. "You cooked for him? Tara, you hate cooking."
"Exactly. Ask her why she cooked for him when she hates cooking." Janelle said and Candace turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"Umm...Janelle, are you upset about the fact that she didn't tell you when she came back or the fact that she cooked for him?"
Candace said. "I don't think it’s wrong that she cooked for him. It simply means she likes him. At least she doesn't threaten to burn his ears like she does to James." Candace concluded and shrugged.
Janelle's jaw dropped. Candace wasn't helping.
"Well, the question should be; What was she doing there?"
"He's my neighbor, Janelle. Remember?" Tara said.
"Duh. You live three blocks away from him, Tara."
"So? He's my neighbor from three blocks away."
Tara said and shrugged.
The look from Candace and Janelle made her give up. "Okay! I went there to cook for him. He's a friend too. Besides, he's loaded, handsome and rich. I had to try my luck."
"Well, that won't be necessary. He's spoken for." Janelle said and dug into her food. Both ladies looked at her and blinked. That was a lie but Janelle was going to make them believe it
"By whom?" Candace asked.
"Well, if it’s the news going on social media about his affair with that bony actress, it's a lie. She confirmed it herself during her last interview.
"It’s not that one."
Janelle said. "It’s Tope."
"What?!" Both of them chorused.
Candace passed a glance at Tara and blinked. "You know, it’s wrong to give out wrong information, Janelle. I don't think Denzel would have anything to do with Tope."
Candace said and Janelle turned to her.
"Well, Denzel told me himself."
"Denzel told you?" Tara asked. Janelle simply nodded.
Candace whistled and picked up her glass of wine for a sip. Janelle joined in the move.
"That slut, Tope!"
Tara said.
"And you know she confirmed it. I met her at the mall yesterday and she said it just to spite me. Pffh! How ironic is that?"
Janelle knew she was bluntly lying and just for the record, she would never stand a minute with Tope.
"Very ironic. Are you sure, Janelle?" Candace, the very observant lawyer, said.
"Yes." Janelle said and swallowed.
Tara shrugged. "Well, I won't let that discourage me. Tope doesn't even have half of what I have. I'm hotter than she is and I won't make it to the top if I wasn't. Besides, I have you to tell me his likes and dislikes. So, cheers!" Tara said and raised her glass. Candace laughed and raised hers too. "Yea, baby! That's the Tara we all know!" She hailed.
Janelle fixed a stiff smile and lifted hers. But deep down, she was melting.
Janelle walked into his house again Two days later. One thing she liked about him, was that he never pushed her away for wanting to spend time with him. Since their childhood, Denzel had always been her best friend. Even after having two girlfriends, he was still her other best friend. The one who could talk with her for as long as she wants. He shut the door behind him and followed her to the living room. She turned around and sighed. He was in his sweat pants and was totally shirtless."I'm sorry. I know it’s late and I shouldn't be here but, I just needed to talk to someone." She said.He nodded, with his hands on his pockets. "Did you sneak out of the house again?" He asked. Denzel knew that attitude was still there.She shrugged. "Old habits die hard. I'm sorry, I know I'm causing an inconvenience." She sighed and sat on the sofa.He sat beside her. "What is it?""It’s James. He hasn't called. I'm worried
She blew offa frustrated sigh as she stepped out of her car the next morning, ignoring the greeting the maids gave to her on her way into the house. Why was it so hard to focus on her fiancé? Janelle tried to forget about what happened last night. Anyone would think that she had gotten a good night's sleep but it all had to do with a tall, light skinned handsome guy with a tattoo on his left arm and left chest, invading her thought all through the night. She paused at the bottom of the stairs and sighed, trying to get her mind at ease. It didn't help that he had to be the one to wake her up this morning with a tray of breakfast. That didn't help at all, because she had suddenly started getting the thought that perhaps, he could be this sweet to Tara.Stop being a bitch. She's your friend for crying out loud! She told herself."I can't believe this." She muttered to herself and walked up the stairs.James had
The door opened and Janelle's mum smiled her way into the room. Janelle, who was still busy with her designs, looked up from her mum and gave her a weak smile. She was still feeling very bad after her brief and disturbing encounter with Tope. The thought stuck with her even after Tara had assured her that it was nothing of the sort. Tara had always been good at making her feel better. And even after they had gone off to Candy's, she was of no help at all. She rolled her eyes and sat up reluctantly. It wasn't new to her anymore that her parents were early at home. Most times, they were hardly at home for close to a year. Her parents had their own businesses and had it going well for them. Her mum owned a fashion house and that's where Janelle got her talent and passion for fashion and clothes. Her father was a very popular owner of an oil company. It was going well for him too and he travelled most of the time. That's how t
"The baddest!" Douglas hailed on his way towards Denzel and James who were both sitting at the counter of their usual club. He just returned from China and it was time for a guys' night out since none of them had gotten any time to hang out much. Each was either busy or not in the country at the moment. Douglas – one of the Morgan twins, – walked into the club with his twin brother, Ethan. While Denzel hardly spent time with them, while they were growing up, Douglas would rather spend his time in his father's study. He preferred the four walls of an empire. The Morgan Empire that had been on for generations has continued to remain strong with the help of these four handsome bachelors; Denzel, James, Douglas and Ethan.They weren't identical so it was easy to tell from the Casanova to
Janelle was heartbroken, trying so hard to forget what she had seen in there. And it seemed like she was still hearing the moaning of both James and the bitch. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears with her palms, so tight, her head was throbbing. But she still heard them. Moaning loudly like two wolves on a full moon. She turned around to leave, although a part of her wanted to walk in there and scream at them and possibly kill someone and face the consequence.But she walked away still. Her cellphone shook in her hands. She wanted to go downstairs and drink it all away, but she will have to pass the guys and Candace and her face will certainly give her away. She wasn't in the mood for some pity talk tonight. She pulled out her cellphone, thinking of whom to call. The only person she had always
James sighed and pulled out of her in content. She had filled him in a way he never could imagine. One thing he loved about Tope was her sexy ass body and her large ass. He didn't forget to add the fact that she was so good in bed. The last time he had felt this good was two weeks ago with a Chinese prostitute who had all it takes to take him to the top. Another had been a businesswoman, he had to seal a deal with. There was no way he could do that without having a go with his dumb and stupid secretary who coup give information at the sight of a big sized dick. One which he had. But, Tope reminded him of his former lover. That was the last time he had a long term lover. He could still feel her touch on his skin and yet she was way older than him. Way older. Yeah, she had a daughter. Someone he was still yet to find.
"Will you be fine?" Tara asked.Janelle nodded and forced a smile at her friend who had taken her home. Thankfully, her mother wasn't at home and Nana had provably gone to bed. "Yes, Tara. I'll be okay. Thank you for bringing me home.""Don't give me that face. The more you do that, the more I'm compelled to stay the night.""I'm not an invalid and I don't have an accident. I'm okay." She said and laughed. Tara smiled, though she wasn't convinced yet. And part of her wanted to stay back."Okay, I'm staying the night.""No, no. It's fine. I'm okay, really.""I'm not staying for you. I'm staying because I want to be here when James arrives so I can have a reason to break his nose; something I've been dying to do for years."Tara said and walked to the he'd, threw herself on it and sighed happily."Right. That's a very good way of showing your selfish love." Janelle said and joined
"Ma'am, you have a visitor." The tiny voice of one of the female maids, cut into Janelle's imagination and her hand stopped mid air while trying to get another design. She was going to design her own ball gown to wear after her church wedding, but the image kept getting blurry the more she tried to get it out. She turned to face the slim mid -twenties ebony beauty and blinked. It was a Saturday and she had made up her mind to stay in today and focus on her designs. There was still a while lot of dresses to make and she needed to make it up before her wedding. At least, that's why she had left all her wedding plans in the hands of a wedding planner. She glanced from her maid to the blank page with her lips forming an 'O' sign. Her neck ached and only God knows why. She winced, placed her palm