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DESPERATE FOR LOVE

CHAPTER 3

I led the way while she brought up the rear. When we got to my bedroom, I asked her to take off her clothes, but she was shy.

“I have never been naked in in front of a man before.” She protested, shyly.

“I understand. Don’t worry, I will help you.” I assured her.

I took of her dresses, one at a time. When I got to her un**es, there was a small struggle before I finally succeeded. She laid on the bed with both of her hands covering her face.

“Will it be painful?” She asked.

“So, I have heard. I am not a woman, you know? But don’t worry, I will be gentle.”

“Please, slowly, very slowly.”

“Trust me”

I had taken off my clothes now. I spread her legs and got on top of her, but she screamed terribly and pushed me back.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“It’s painful, please. Let’s leave it for another day.” She proposed.

“There is no better day, my dear. Do not leave until tomorrow, what you can do today.”

I tried to get into her again, but she screamed louder than the first time. I went back to the living room, turned the music on, turned up the volume and came back. When I came back, the real struggle began. I realized that if I waited for her to give in willingly, it would never happen. She needed a little motivation. So, I applied force, and the fighting began. We fought for about two hours before I finally succeeded to pe*****te her. All the while, she was crying and scratching and biting and kicking.

We were done now. I got up and went to the bath, but she stayed on the bed, crying.

“What’s the matter now? Still in pains?”

“Yes, but that’s not why I am crying. I have just lost my virginity. I had kept it all these years for the man who was going to marry me. Hope you will keep your promise to me?”

That was when I realized that I wasn’t ready to marry her. I had a beautiful fiancée. I should have told her, but I had been selfish. I just wanted a piece of her, and now that I have had her, my feelings for her had already started diminishing. I avoided a response to her question. Instead, I told her to calm down and go clean herself up. After she was done, I drove her home.

It had been three months now since she lost her virginity to me. Florence had become what I didn’t bargain for. She was extremely loyal, caring, committed and loving. Those virtues would have, under normal circumstances made me love her more. But my life was now complicated because I had a fiancée. I did everything I could to make her hate me, but she refused to hate me. Many times, I was rude to her. Sometimes I refused her not to come to my house. Other times, I deliberately, for no reason, created trouble between us, just so that she would go and not come back. However, she always kept apologizing even when she was right.

When she asked me to give her money to cook for me and I refused, she would use her own money to cook. When she asked for transportation and I refused, she would use her own money. I tried to get rid of her in many ways, but she kept being forgiving and nice to me. I was frustrated and came to realize that I had a serious problem to solve.

One Sunday, she proposed that we spent the day together. I told her that was not going to be possible. My fiancée was in town, and I didn’t want trouble. She had always called me before coming to my house. So, that Sunday, I was sure that I wouldn’t be having any interruptions. But that was not to be. I was in the living room with my fiancée, having lunch when I heard a knock on the door. My heart skipped. I had a q***r feeling that it might be her. I went to the door and opened it, and I almost collapsed. It was Florence.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I thought I told you to call me before coming to my house. Is something wrong with your head?”

“I am sorry, baby. I was in your neighbourhood. So, I thought I should just pass by and say hi.”

“You are not serious. You are stark raving mad.” I said angrily.

“I am very sorry, babe. But it looks like you have a guest. Who is she? I just heard a female voice.” She said, trying to peep through the drapes. I blocked her way and was about to lie to her that it was my sister. But my fiancée spoiled my plans.

“Who is that babe?” She asked.

“Nobody important. Just a friend.” I lied.

“So, why don’t you ask her to come in.” She proposed.

“Well, she is just passing. Another time maybe.”

“No, ask her to come in. I haven’t really met most of your friends. Let her come in and make herself comfortable.”

I cursed under my breath as I ushered Florence in. She was offered food but refused to eat. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She thought she was dreaming. All the while, I avoided eye contact with her because I didn’t know what to do. Finally, I left both ladies and went to my bedroom. Before going, I managed to look into Florence’s eyes and gave her a stern look, warning her to keep her mouth shut. When it was time for her to leave, I told my fiancée to tell her that I was asleep and wouldn’t be able to see her.

Two days later, my fiancée left, and Flore came to see me. She started weeping as soon as she walked through the door. I offered her a glass of water, but she refused.

“You lied to me, John. You have a fiancée, and you didn’t tell me.” She wept.

“Well, now you know. So, what do we do about it?” I was unapologetic.

“You said you were going to marry me. You promised me with all your heart.”

“Yes, I did. But you asked that question when I was very vulnerable. Any other man would have said the same thing. So, you can’t hold that against me.”

“I gave you my virginity based on that promise, remember?” She asked.

“What’s so particular about you giving me your virginity. Women have been doing that since the beginning of time. What makes you think your own virginity was special? Do you know how many girls who have lost their virginity to me?” I asked, scornfully.

“John!! Are you the one talking to me like that?” She asked in disbelief.

“It is me, flesh and blood. In fact, now that you know I have a fiancée, better get used to the idea. You have to be prepared to be a cowife.” I told her.

“I don’t want to share you with anybody.”

“Then let’s break up now that it’s still early. I can’t leave my fiancée for you. You either be the side chick and know your place or nothing.” I said, rudely.

“You are wicked, John. God will not forgive you.” She said, sobbing.

“Are you one of God’s angels to know whether He will forgive me or not?” I asked angrily. “In fact, it’s time for you to go. I have had a long day.”

“I am going nowhere.”

“Oh!! Alright, I will help you.” I said and dragged her out of my house. She clung on the door frame, refusing to go. I used force and pulled her until she gave up.

“John, the blood I shed on the day I lost my virginity to you was a contract we signed. It was a bond. Remember that you promised to marry me. If you don’t marry me, you will pay dearly.” She threatened when she was out of the gate.

“You are still talking? I replied. “Alright, wait until I meet you there.”

She hung her handbag on her shoulders, used a paper napkin to wipe her tears and started walking away sorrowfully. I slammed my gate and got back into the house nonchalantly.

However, in my heart, I was worried about the threat she had just made and knew I hadn’t heard the last of her.

TO BE CONTINUED…

DESPERATE FOR LOVE

CHAPTER 2

It was Sunday now and we were already at our dating venue. Her dressing today was more casual. She looked more beautiful than she looked the other day at her work place. I figured it was because she had some make up on. She also smelled good. We ordered grilled fish and miondo, and two bottles of Chill. We talked as we ate.

“You asked a lot about me yesterday.” I spoke. “Can you please tell me something about you?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Marital status, age, preferences, temperament…anything”

“I am not married.” She spoke, showing me her fingers. “As for my age, forget it. You will find out about that someday. Preferences? Ehmmm, well, I love music, hanging out and praying to God.”

“Wow!! That’s cool. So, how come you are single. A beautiful woman like you should have a prince charming.” I said and she smiled.

“Well, I am just taking my time.” She spoke.
"How about you? Are you married?”

“No”

“Relationship?”

“No” I lied. A lie that would cost me dearly, very dearly in the future.

“You are single? Don’t tell me that as cute as you are, you are single.”

“Yes, I am single.” I lied again.

“That means I am fortunate.” She said and then winked at me.

“How do you mean?”

“I am fortunate to have met a single and cute guy who has caught my interest. But the question is, have I also caught his interest?” She asked.

“Oh!! That? You are a nice lady. That’s all I can say for now.” I spoke. How many boys have you dated in the past?

“Five”

“How many have you slept with?”

“None”

“None?”

“None”

“Are you saying you are a virgin?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I am.”

“Why?”

“Because I have promised God and myself that I will only sleep with the man whom I will get married to.” She explained.

“So, you are saying that, just in case we start dating now, you won’t allow me to have the “ebube dike”? I asked.

“If you will get married to me, what is the problem? I will give it to you freely.”

It was at this point that I should have known that it was time to back out. I should have known that Florence was no ordinary girl. She was highly principled and intentional. She also looked like someone who falls in love desperately and can do anything to keep that love. I, on the other hand, was a player. I used my good looks to lure ladies. They fall into my hands, and I fall into their pockets and … you know the other thing. I had lied to her that I was single but, I was in a serious relationship and even planned to get married to the lady I was dating. Trouble was brewing. I was sensible enough to see that but took little notice of it.

We were done eating now. I walked her out of the place, and we got into my car. I would have loved to take her to my home, but it was late, and I didn’t know yet whether she lived alone or with her parents. When I asked her about it, she said she lived with family. So, I drove her to her home. When we got to their house, she gave me a gentle peck on the jaw, and then got off the car. As I drove away, she rang the bell for her sister to come and open the gate for her.

Florence and I had been hanging out for almost a month now. We were getting quite close but nothing serious had happened yet. She hadn’t even come to my house. However, she had asked for the direction to my house, and I had given her a vivid description of where I lived. One Sunday, I was in the living room, lying on my soft carpet when my doorbell rang. I was half asleep so, the sound of the doorbell ringing startled me.

“Who’s there?”

“Me”

“That is everyone’s name. What is your real name.”

“Florence”

I jumped up and rushed to the door, opened it and was greeted with her very warm smile. She looked good in her Sunday outfit. I was half happy and half angry that she had come. I was happy because I was bored but was angry because she hadn’t called. What if my fiancée was around?

“Come in Florence. I am so delighted to see you.” I said, ushering her into my beautiful living room.

“Thank you.” She said, sitting down and looking around. “Your place looks good, enjoyment minister.”

“Thank you.” We both laughed.

“What should I get for you? I have ice cream, soft drinks, alcohol, what do you want?”

“Alcohol, whisky to be precise.” She said, laughing. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised. “I am only joking. I will take ice cream, thank you.”

I went to the fridge and got her ice cream. I got some for me, too. We ate and chatted. Everything was going well until there was a power cut and it started raining. The weather became cold and wet. However, that wasn’t a problem because I knew when it was time to go, I would drive her home. But then, with no electricity, and the TV off, we had to concentrate more on ourselves. She was the one who started the whole thing. She offered to feed me with a spoon full of ice cream. I returned the favour and we both laughed and took it for a joke.

Ice cream was finished now, and power had still not been restored. I started telling her stories. I was a master storyteller and I told her a story about the day my mum sent me to the market to go buy a large bunch of bananas. On my way home, I met my crush. I missed my step, tripped on a stone and fell down, bananas and all. I was very embarrassed. When I got up from the ground, I realized that my slippers had cut. I had no choice but to walk home with one of my feet bare as my crushed and her friends mocked at me. Poor me!!!

She laughed until tears came to eyes. I laughed too but I was very embarrassed on that day. Women have this way of laughing and falling on someone’s body. That was what she was doing, and before I realized, we had become close. Our bodies were touching each other and that gave me a tingling sensation. The skirt she was wearing had gone up, revealing her soft, fresh and brown laps.

Power was restored, thankfully. But when I turned on the TV, as the devil would have it, there was a love making scene going on. I turned to look at her and realized that her eyes had become all smoky. She badly wanted something. The rain, the cold, the movie going on, everything seemed to have put her in a h***y mood. I kissed her and she responded as if she was waiting for it. She kissed me so violently that for a moment, I thought my tongue was going to fall off from its roots.

I was still sitting on the sofa as she got on top of me, kissing and caressing me with reckless abandon. It was evident she hadn’t been close to a man in a very long while. I sent my hand inside her blouse and touched her breasts. They felt good and plump. I unbuttoned her blouse, took one of her breasts and sucked gently. She arched her back in pleasure and I transferred my attention to the other breast and did the same thing. She was crazy now and I figured it was time for me to go all the way. I sent my hand in between her legs, but she held my hand.

“What is the matter, Florence?”

“Remember, I am still a virgin. If you are going to make love to me, it means you have to marry me. Do you agree?”

On a normal situation, I would have stopped doing what I was doing. However, half of my sense was gone. I was already deep into the process and had no choice.

“Yes, I will marry you.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, Promise.”

“With all your heart?”

“Yes, with all of my heart.”

“Okay, let’s go to your bedroom.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DESPERATE FOR LOVE

CHAPTER 1

It was payday. I had just received my salary and as usual, my first priority was my mother. I always sent her monthly allowance even before I went home after work on pay days. She lived in Nigeria, and I lived in Cameroon. Hence, sending her money was a little bit complex. Western Union would be the right choice, but the charges were enormous. So, I decided to use MTN Mobile money to send. It was cheaper, fast and reliable. Haven made up my mind, I went across the road to a mobile money point that was closest to where I work. When I got there, I met a lady and greeted her.

“Good afternoon”

“Good afternoon”

“You do Mobile Money here, I suppose?”

“Yes, we do. Do you want to send or receive?”

“Send”

“Within the country or out of the country?”

“Out of the country.”

“Which country?”

“Nigeria”

“How much?”

“50,000”

I handed the money to her; gave her my mum’s details and she conducted the transaction. A few seconds later, I got a notification from MTN that my transaction was successful. I was about walking out of the place when she said:
“Hmm! Your mum should be lucky.”

“How do you mean?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“She has a son who sends her money.”

“Oh! That? Of course, na. That woman made a lot of sacrifices for me. No matter how broke I am, I must always set aside something for her.”

“Are you the only child?” She asked.

“No”

“You are the first?”

“No, the fifth.”

“Wow!! You are the fifth child, and you care about your mother so much? I thought you were the first. Are you the last?” She was persistent. I hated persistence.

“No, I have two beautiful younger sisters. I am the last male, however.” I told her.

“Anha!! That makes sense now. Mummy’s boy.” She said and smiled. I laughed out loud. “Your mum should love you a lot.”

“Of course, she does. She even gave me her father’s name.” I revealed.

“What’s your name?”

“John”

“Old name”

“I don’t blame you.” I said lightheartedly. And you are Mary?”

“So, because you are John, I should be Mary?” She asked, smiling.

“Makes sense to me.” We both laughed.

“My name is Florence.”

I didn’t know why she was asking so many questions about me. We had only just met but she was treating me like we had known each other for ages. Like I said, I was just back from work. It had been a long day and I was feeling tired. So, I told her I would be leaving.

“Anyway, I have to go now.” I spoke. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

I stepped out of the place and tried to get a bike that would take me home. My car was at the mechanic, and I was scheduled to collect it the following day. I needed change in order to get a bike. I had stopped about four bikes but none of them would accept to carry me because of change wahala. So, I went back to Florence.

“Can you lend me some coins?” I asked.

“How much?”

“Three hundred”

“Ok”

“I will stop here tomorrow and reimburse you.” I spoke.

“You don’t need to. You can keep it.” She spoke.

“Really?”

“Yes”

“Thank you”

“Welcome”

She counted the money and gave it to me. Then she spoke again.

“You have never done your transactions here before? What brought you here today.” She asked.

Gosh!! I thought in my heart. This girl does nothing but asks questions.

“No particular reason. I use Mobile Money a lot. So, I always make use of any point I can find.” I explained.

“Alright, in that case, you can be my regular customer. We can transact anytime, even when you are not around.”

“Really? In that case, I will need to have your number.” I suggested.

“Yes, that’s true.”

I handed my phone to her, and she keyed in her number. I also gave her mine, said goodbye, stopped the next bike and headed home. On my way home, I kept wondering why she had taken such a keen interest in me. I was asking myself; is that how she behaved with all her customers, or was it just me? Anyway, I decided to get it of my mind. I was already very tired and needed to get home and have a good rest.

It was a Saturday and that meant the following day, I wouldn’t be going to work. I was in my living room that evening, reclining on my favourite Sofa, watching Dilemma on African Magic Showcase and reading interesting stories on a page called Stories of My Life when I saw a WhatsApp notification from Florence.

“Hi handsome” it read.

“Hi”

“How are you this evening?”

“Good and you?”

“Great, I am sure you have eaten and rested.” She asked.

“Of course, I have. How about you?”

“Same”

“Okay”

“Will you go to church tomorrow?” She asked.

“No”

“Why”

“No particular reason”

“Ok what will you be doing after church hours?” She asked.

“Nothing”

“We could hang out if you like. What do you think?” She proposed.

“Where?”

“That new place below SWECOM. I hear its dope.” She spoke.

“Alright, see you tomorrow then. I will call you when I am free. Bye.”

I went back to watching TV. But I kept wondering what she wanted. At first, I was scared. Then my fear turned to excitement. I decided that come tomorrow, I would try to see what kind of a girl she was and who knows what might happen after?

TO BE CONTINUED…