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Chapter 45
Ame sat tiredly on the closed toilet seat in the bathroom. She closed her eyes in pain. Dapo had sounded so honest, so convincing that she had almost believed him, but the faint whiff of a woman's perfume had convinced her that Dapo's leopard could never be expected to change its spots. She had initially thought that Dapo was truly interested in her as a person but as their marriage had progressed, she had come to realize that he had only married her for his own selfish reasons, which she was yet to discover.
She knew that it was out of a guilty conscience that her husband had sought out a truce with her as she had categorically made it plain to him while they were still in their home in Ibadan, that he had her permission to seek his sexual pleasures outside the confines of their marriage since she was not ready to grace his bed either then, or in the not-too-distant future and he had fully accepted it, at least judging from his unaccounted-for absences. But she
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"Welcome, my king!" Yemisola's sweet, sing-song voice rang out from the kitchen. Dapo smiled endearingly as he strolled towards the kitchen. Yemisola; this sweet, unassuming woman made his world complete. Though they had carried on their affair surreptitiously, Dapo was beginning to get bolder, especially where his relationship with Yemisola was concerned. He had moved her out from her apartment and relocated her to his love nest, and he had had his lawyer change the papers from his name to hers, transferring the ownership of the house to her as a proof of his serious commitment to her this time around so that her mind would truly be at rest where his relationship with her was concerned.He had been ecstatic when Yemisola announced to him that she was carrying his baby. She had told him when he came back from his England visit with his wife and new daughter. Their lovemaking that night had been passionately emotional as Yemisola had confessed that she had always
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Joke was the last person whom Dapo had expected to see at his doorstep that evening. She was provocatively dressed and what she wore left little else to be imagined. It was evident that she had come prepared to entice him. At another time, Dapo would have pounced on her right from the door and taken her there and then. Like the last time when she had been there: he had devoured her as soon as he had set his eyes on her, and they had not even bothered with trivialities like closing the door behind them. Dapo never had any visitor, and the house was well hidden from the main gate by a fence on which grew neatly, well-trimmed creepers. So hasty had he been that day that he had ripped through her skimpy clothing as he had taken her over and over again. Afterwards, he had driven to a clothes store where he had purchased some ladies' clothes for her, using the sizes she had given to him as a guide.Dapo looked at her now, as she stood before him, provocative and looki
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