Adewale still cannot believe what is happening to him, he's in love with the sister of his bride whose one evening stand shattered him mentally, his plans are messed up.
Adewale was quite taken aback at this, but he straightened himself up instead and returned the look that Jabita was giving him, it was better that everyone knew where they stood from the beginning. He reached into his pocket and brought out a slip and slid it onto the table between them.
“I would like you to help me with a small issue” Adewale began.
He watched as Jabita looked down at the paper disdainfully, already knowing what it was. When Jabita looked back up at him, his stare was cold and calculating. A slow, sly smile crept across his features but the smile did not reach his eyes.
“And what would that be?” Jabita said finally leaning back against the chair then crossed one leg over the other. Adewale hesitated for a while,
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“I met your best friend Mmesoma at the engagement announcement party, I need to see her, talk to her perhaps…”
“Why?” Jabita said cutting Adewale off, Adewale shrugged, he didn’t even know.
“We connected I guess” Adewale replied, Jabita raised an eyebrow at this.
“You’re engaged to her sister. Do you not remember?” Jabita said incredulously leaning forward now, not believing this guy.
“I know! But I met her and things just…” Adewale couldn’t finish that thought. He didn’t know how to bring what he was feeling to spoken word yet.
“Just what, do you love her?” Jabita said, the smile had disappeared from his lips. he was unsure what he felt right now but it wasn’t joy.
“I don’t know. I know that I need to see her again.” Adewale responded. Jabita leaned back against his chair once more.
“So what, you know where she lives, where your fiancé lives. Why don’t you go and tell her all this, why take precious time out of my day?” Jabita said coldly. Adewale chuckled mirthlessly
“Come on man! You know I can’t do that naw. What would it look or sound like?” He said, he was feeling hopeless now.
Jabita looked down at the piece of paper on the table and reached out to pick it up, his eyes widened a bit when he saw the figure scrawled on it, the man actually thought he would let him into his best friend’s life because of five million naira? When he had that and then some in various accounts? Was he trying to buy him? Did he think he a pauper or disloyal? He was angry now, that he knew.
He closed the piece of paper and tucked it into his pocket with another smile, this time a cunning one.
“You may have had good intentions when you wrote that cheque Mr. Ogunniyi but nothing on this planet would let me knowingly set up my best friend to get hurt. What do you think would happen, that her father would just let you have her? think again.
I don’t know what game he is playing but I would advise you to stick to the fucking script!” he stood up then and with one more disgusted glance he walked out of the door.
“Fuck” Adewale murmured to himself,
“That didn’t go as planned at all. Well at least he took the money” He stood up slowly and headed to his desk to find his phone. He knew who to call and get answers from, he was a man of making sub plans if plan A didn’t work.
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Sweat dripped from their bodies as they moved in slow unison. Their skins slick with both perspiration and scented oils. Chisonari had gotten her usual massage this time from a party of one and had ended up in his strong, chocolatey arms.
She had craved Femi’s dick for a full week, and every time she wanted them to get together, something had come up, her dad had wanted her to make an appearance or he would tighten security around her, she knew it was for a greater purpose but she wasn’t pushing him to tell her yet because of how horny she had been so much so that she felt she was going to lose her mind. Her father had never kept secrets from her before, she prided herself on being his favourite human being.
She decided that when she got earth shattering orgasm, she would grill him on what was going on, otherwise she was not going through with this wedding.
Femi sat below her on her chair, Sona’s nipple in his mouth sucking joyfully, Sona’s head was tossed back enjoying the pull of his teeth, delicately on her nipple and the way his dick pounded fast into her, they were going on tow rounds now. Five was how many she wanted, no needed to go through before she was truly satisfied and she knew Femi was up to the task.
He pulled hard on the nipple in his mouth which caused her to squeal and look down at him. Her eyes were dancing with glee and pleasure and she wanted to lower her head and kiss at least for the first time, but it wasn’t time and she knew it wasn’t him – who it was she didn’t know yet – she smiled as she looked down at him, but the pleasure was heightening and she was cumming.
She tossed her head back again as he increased his tempo, both with his dick and his tongue, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as wave after wave of pleasure came over her, she clung to him tightly as her body shook, her waist wound faster over him and her breasts bobbed in Femi’s face.
He sucked harder, knowing how much she loved it and her moans got louder – she almost forgot where she was as she climaxed, to avoid what may come, she lowered her head onto Femi’s shoulders and groaned deeply as she came hard. Her waist didn’t stop but slowed down as she encouraged him to cum after her and he did so soon after.
When they were both spent they remained in the same position, Sona’s head still lowered onto Femi’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her sweat and oil sticky body. he held her close and tight, a million things running through his mind.
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“I am not sure we should continue this Sona” he said gruffly against her ear. She froze then straightened up to look at him, a deep frown etched across her forehead.
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