I followed the guard to the room where he was detained and handcuffed. Both the lawyer and Zach wanted to accompany me, but I insisted on going alone. Upon entering the room, I was met with a malevolent grin on the guard's face, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The guard excused himself as I seated, leaving me to face the most malevolent individual I had ever encountered. "I received your message from the court. So, you've decided to take legal action?" he sneered. "I can't fathom where you found the courage to do so. Someone must have influenced you. But beware, if the tables turn, I will come after you and all those close to you." It was evident that he was trying to mask his fear. He knew there was no turning back from this, as I, the witness, was determined to ensure that he received the rightful judgment he deserved. Taking a deep breath, I began, "Firstly, I must express my regret for ever crossing paths with you. Secondly, I release you from my heart today so that I m
While we were driving back home, Zach became curious and inquired, "What was the secret?" "It's something I can't reveal." "Yes, I understand it's confidential." "Exactly, that's why I can't disclose it." "Are we keeping secrets from each other?" "Alright, I'll share this much - it's women's talk." "And then?" "That's all I can say for now." He looked at me and grinned. "Could you please concentrate on driving?" "How can I focus when you're right here beside me?" I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush at his compliment. "We need to prepare for the wedding," I reminded him. >>>> The anticipated day arrived at last; wedding bells chimed, love filled the air, and the celebration was in full swing. I may have upset a few people by taking their place, but I paid no mind to whoever they might have been. The church service concluded, and the reception was a lively affair filled with dancing and joy. The bride had wed a football star who had all the ladies swooning; I caught glimpses
I felt agitated and anxious while pacing back and forth in my office; he had stopped answering my calls. Suddenly, he entered my office, catching me off guard. However, his expression was not what I had expected; he was sporting a wide grin and carrying a shopping bag. "Zach? You need to explain yourself. What's happening? You had me concerned." "There's no need to worry," he replied, moving closer. Placing the bag on the sofa, he continued, "Do you recall the movie trailer that garnered over two million views in just two days?" "Yes, I do," I responded. "We have received numerous calls and emails from people requesting to attend the premiere. It's in a week, and I want you to accompany me." "Are you certain this is wise?" "Why wouldn't it be?" "What about your agency and fans?" "Can you momentarily set them aside and focus on me? This is my desire." After a brief pause, I nodded, "I'll do it for you," he motioned towards the bag. "What's inside?" I asked as we both sat on
I buried my head into the pillow as I stumbled on my bed and wet it with tears. "Are you finally back from the moon?" Said the female voice mockingly.. Have I asked for too much or believed in a stupid fairy tale? Maybe happiness isn't meant for everyone...>>>>>>It was my first relationship; not my first love. Although it does not feel like a fairy tale; like a prince in shiny armour or the Cinderella story; we were happy.We've been together for months - six months, I guess. We loved the sunset, it was the only moment we got to meet again after a long day at work only if the work was not hectic. Nights and a few days of adventurous sex, gifts and vacations. It all started to fade when we started growing apart. As the white people will say, we fell out of love... Every night at the end of every call with him I'll always say 'I love you to the moon and back'... Jade's words of mockery that very night had caused me to weep uncontrollably. "...Because I don't get it. Why must ev
I was so sure I saw the table number from where I stood contemplating. The tuxedo gave him an extra charm. I summoned courage and walked over to my seat; He walked over and pulled out the chair as a perfect gentleman. I was swept off my feet. I could feel eyes all over me.Who would have thought that the man who will be sitting before me that evening could be Zach. "Can I ask you something?" I asked fearfully. "Go on" he replied "What are you doing here?" I asked confusingly."Why??" He replied like I shouldn't have asked such."Oh!" He exclaimed as if he remembered something. "The picture right?" He said and I nodded."He's my step brother. I'd use his picture to hide my identity". He explained.I was stunned.He beckoned to a waitress who came to get our order. He placed his order and waited for me to speak."Ma'am, what will you like to order?" The waitress asked.I looked into the menu for seconds and finally answered "steak and red wine." I said.....And I saw him smil
Zach became so worried after I sneaked out of his place the other night. So, he came to my workplace at the parking lot. He told me Christian saw me leave the building."Zach, I don't just want to be for your sexual pleasure." I told him"Who said anything about pleasure?Jọláadé, I love you and I want you to be mine forever." He cut into my words."Forever?" I muttered . "Yes." He replied. Maybe that was so fast.. maybe I felt insecure but I couldn't deny the fact his gaze was enchanting. "Zach..I.." I could not finish the sentence when his lips stopped me. I got to understand why he was famously known as the best kisser in every movie. I was lost in his rhythm as he kissed my lips passionately. His masculine scent was all I could smell.When he realized I was fully into him, he stopped and whispered "Dinner at my place by 8pm." And smiled.I swallowed softly and nodded.He smiled again. He could see I desperately wanted more.I stepped out of his car and watched him as he drove a
I got busy with work and faced my life; hoping my prodigal friend and boyfriend will return home one day.Everything was returning back to normal until an article from a popular blog reported that Zach Williams and Jade were seen to be dating.Some had said it was just a rumor due to the current movie they had shot together which I believed but their sudden hide and seek game is questionable.I never want to believe my friend and boyfriend could be dating. Until a latest picture was posted of the two entering Zach's apartment at night.."When could this be?" I asked myself. I had to clear my doubts.I rushed out of work without an excuse and was shocked to have bumped into Christian at the parking lot."Please take me out of here." I pleaded tearfully. It was obvious he had something to tell me but it could wait.I walked into Zach's apartment. It was so noisy; sounds of loud music coming from his room.I climbed up the stairs to his room. The door wasn't locked. I peeped and found t
Nothing hurts more than to be betrayed by those you trusted; even if your foe go against you it won't really hurt because you are notexpecting their favor.>>>> Success and achievements were all over my head. Accomplishing my lifetime goals had become my daily hunt. Who cares what people will say?. I am still a young lady with a lot to execute; my future and value can not be decided with my story.My head was held high above the rumors and people's opinion about me.Sure thing, their judgment does not matter.I realized I had been so weak and got swayed by my emotions easily.Maybe I should not have depended on whatever the moment brings or what the future has to decide.I should decide my own fate..Fortunately after long years as a personal assistant; Mr Richard thought it was time to pass the baton to someone who can continuehis legacy as he was ready to migrate with his family to the United Kingdom.I found a message in my mail that morning. I rushed out of my apartment and l
I felt agitated and anxious while pacing back and forth in my office; he had stopped answering my calls. Suddenly, he entered my office, catching me off guard. However, his expression was not what I had expected; he was sporting a wide grin and carrying a shopping bag. "Zach? You need to explain yourself. What's happening? You had me concerned." "There's no need to worry," he replied, moving closer. Placing the bag on the sofa, he continued, "Do you recall the movie trailer that garnered over two million views in just two days?" "Yes, I do," I responded. "We have received numerous calls and emails from people requesting to attend the premiere. It's in a week, and I want you to accompany me." "Are you certain this is wise?" "Why wouldn't it be?" "What about your agency and fans?" "Can you momentarily set them aside and focus on me? This is my desire." After a brief pause, I nodded, "I'll do it for you," he motioned towards the bag. "What's inside?" I asked as we both sat on
While we were driving back home, Zach became curious and inquired, "What was the secret?" "It's something I can't reveal." "Yes, I understand it's confidential." "Exactly, that's why I can't disclose it." "Are we keeping secrets from each other?" "Alright, I'll share this much - it's women's talk." "And then?" "That's all I can say for now." He looked at me and grinned. "Could you please concentrate on driving?" "How can I focus when you're right here beside me?" I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush at his compliment. "We need to prepare for the wedding," I reminded him. >>>> The anticipated day arrived at last; wedding bells chimed, love filled the air, and the celebration was in full swing. I may have upset a few people by taking their place, but I paid no mind to whoever they might have been. The church service concluded, and the reception was a lively affair filled with dancing and joy. The bride had wed a football star who had all the ladies swooning; I caught glimpses
I followed the guard to the room where he was detained and handcuffed. Both the lawyer and Zach wanted to accompany me, but I insisted on going alone. Upon entering the room, I was met with a malevolent grin on the guard's face, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The guard excused himself as I seated, leaving me to face the most malevolent individual I had ever encountered. "I received your message from the court. So, you've decided to take legal action?" he sneered. "I can't fathom where you found the courage to do so. Someone must have influenced you. But beware, if the tables turn, I will come after you and all those close to you." It was evident that he was trying to mask his fear. He knew there was no turning back from this, as I, the witness, was determined to ensure that he received the rightful judgment he deserved. Taking a deep breath, I began, "Firstly, I must express my regret for ever crossing paths with you. Secondly, I release you from my heart today so that I m
The following morning, he was still fast asleep when I woke up. I brushed my teeth and went through my skincare routine. I heard a strange noise coming from the living room, so I decided to investigate. As I walked downstairs, my braids fell across my shoulders. To my surprise, the door was left slightly open. Although we might have forgotten to lock it due to last night's activities, we definitely didn't leave it ajar. I noticed a large suitcase near the entrance, which was unexpected since Zach hadn't mentioned any travel plans. I heard a grunt and some muffled talking outside the house. I waited and saw an elderly man entering, carrying a heavy suitcase that he dropped by the door. When he saw me, he asked, "And who might you be?" I was at a loss for words since I didn't recognize him, but then Mrs. Williams walked in, surprising me. "You're here!" she exclaimed happily, and I greeted her in a traditional manner by kneeling. "Hey!" she stopped me, pulling me to my feet. "You don'
I have decided to detach myself from my neighbours; they always end up causing me heartache. I graciously accepted the gift, but it didn't really excite me. I put on a fake smile and greeted her. She thanked me and left with the little girl. I wish them well and hope they stick around longer than the others. I wasn't in the mood for any more neighbour drama; I had my fill of it. Why is it customary to give gifts to new neighbours when they move in? I don't personally see the point. I went back inside and took a much-needed shower, feeling refreshed and clean. I returned to the living room in casual attire and watched a bit of a movie while having lunch. Then, I received a call from Zach, saying, "The trial date has been set. We'll be going to court more often." he texted. I let out a sigh, my breath shaking, a hint of fear creeping into my heart. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I have to do this, not just for myself, but for my mother. Benson must be held accountable.
"Would you like me to prepare your bath?" I paused in the middle of sipping my tea and turned to face him. I swallowed, "What exactly do you mean by 'prepare my bath'?" I inquired. "Don't worry, I am fully capable of doing it myself," I insisted. "Are you certain?" he persisted. "Yes, I am," I responded, attempting to avoid overreacting. Placing the cup on the tray, I started to rise from the bed. "Where are you off to?" he inquired. "I need to head to the gym, so I must get ready," I explained. "Should I accompany you?" he asked. "No, you can stay here and wait for my return. It should only take around two to three hours," I reassured. "Two to three hours?" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this? What if you injure yourself?" he countered. "I am not a child, Zach. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," I insisted. Just as the words left my lips, I accidentally bumped my leg against one of the clothing boxes near the closet. I winced, and before I knew
"There were numerous beds, blankets, and a cosy atmosphere, and I found myself wondering why he wouldn't make a move on me. I had an amazing night - the delicious food, the movies we watched, and spending the whole day with him until this morning was so enjoyable. But apart from a kiss on my forehead, there wasn't anything more." I vented my feelings while trying to keep my composure in my seat. "And you wanted more..." the therapist asked. "Yes, I did." "Then why didn't you take the initiative?" "Because... because I was scared he avoided it because of my past. Maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore," I assumed. "When a man treats you so well, it shows his true feelings for you. Have you thought that he might not have made a move because he knows you're hurting and thinks it wouldn't be considerate of him?" the therapist suggested. I sighed, realizing she might be right. I've noticed the way he looks at me, his eyes filled with more passion for me than ever before, and I
"He did that?" "Yes. I was quite taken aback myself," I responded to the lady seated across from me. The office was pleasant and cosy; gazing at the woman's countenance assured me that I could confide in her. She had been an attentive listener all along. She was recommended to me by one of the incredible individuals I met at the gym, and my sessions with her have been excellent thus far. "First and foremost, I must commend you for your courage in opening up to him. It truly requires a lot of bravery to confess to him despite being aware of the potential outcomes," she remarked. "Thank you," I murmured, wiping away the remnants of tears on my face with the tissue in my hand. "So, how have you been feeling since then?" I exhaled, raising my head slightly with my gaze fixed on the wall behind her. "I felt relieved; relieved that I was no longer concealing things from him; it felt like a weight of the secret had been lifted, and I felt a sense of ease; but somehow, it didn't alleviat
We strolled down the street together, taking in the sights. Out of the blue, he reached for my hand, catching me off guard. As we passed by my usual store, I felt drawn to the array of alcoholic beverages on display, my throat craving a sip. "Zach, do you know why my doctor warned me about alcohol?" I inquired. "No, I have no clue," he replied. "I struggle with alcohol... I'm addicted... and right now, I just wish I could drown my sorrows in a bottle until they disappear," I confessed. He halted, gently turning my face to meet his gaze. "Are you in pain?" he asked. I let out a sigh and resumed walking, with him following closely. "Do you know why I take that pill? I suffer from tremors and anxiety when I'm scared or anxious," he revealed. "Stop beating around the bush, Jolaade. Just tell me," he urged. "Would you mind if we stopped over there?" I gestured towards a nearby restaurant, suggesting we grab a bite to eat and chat. He agreed, and we secured a private table at the re